Chapter 11 Yang Huazhong’s Injury
Yang fell to the ground and was so painful that she almost couldn’t lift her breath.
In desperation, he even pulled the hair of the woman in front of him, and the woman let out a scream of pain.
Fortunately, the person next to him had quick eyesight and had quick support to prevent him from falling down, but a strand of hair was torn off by Yang, revealing a large piece of bare scalp under his fingernails.
The woman is the daughter-in-law of the butcher Zhang in the village, and she is also known to be a shrewd householder. If there is a cucumber missing from the vegetable garden, she can scold the owner for two hours.
When the Zhang family's daughter-in-law saw that Mr. Yang had pulled her hair, and that Mr. Yang was still sitting on the ground, grinning and cursing without even a word of apology, the Zhang family's daughter-in-law's face suddenly became better.
He put his hands on his hips and looked at Yang's slicked-over face and spat harshly, "You are a black-hearted, horse-faced woman. You were so clumsy that you couldn't stand upright and fell to the ground. You even teased me. You have to die because of your milky hair..."
Ms. Yang raised her hand and wiped the saliva from her face, roared, rubbed her sore waist and got up from the ground.
Without saying anything, he put his hands on his hips, bowed his back and buried his head, and slammed into Zhang’s wife’s belly like a cow with crazy red eyes!
“Hey, hey...”
The Zhang family's daughter-in-law let out a scream like a slaughtered pig, and her eyes were blinded by the pain. After she recovered, the Zhang family's daughter-in-law raised her hand and grabbed Yang's hair.
The two people were rolling in a ball in the yard of Lao Yang's house, and they were yelling at each other like crazy!
The instigator here, Yang Ruoqing, had already squeezed into the house of Mrs. Sun and her father Yang Huazhong.
The room was also crowded with people, but compared to the outside, the room was relatively quiet. No one dared to make a sound, listening to the diagnosis of Uncle Fu who was sitting by the bed.
Yang Ruoqing quietly moved to the corner of the bed and stood behind Mrs. Sun. His eyes fell on Yang Huazhong, who was lying on the bed in front of him, biting his lips tightly.
Father Yang Huazhong was lying there upright, with his eyes closed tightly. Some of the blood on his face had been wiped away, and the injuries on his feet had been treated, wrapping them up like a big rice dumpling. Fu Bo was still there diagnosing other parts of his body.
Old Yangtou, fifth uncle Yang Huazhou and uncle Yang Hua'an all stood by the bed with their necks stretched out. Tan was supported by two women and sat on a long bench on the side. Sun's tears He still couldn't stop falling, but he didn't dare to cry. He covered his mouth tightly with his hands and looked at Uncle Fu eagerly.
Yang Ruoqing glanced at everyone and then turned her gaze to the bed.
The sun was about to set at this time, and the light in this room was not good. Now so many people were rushing in. Yang Huazhong’s head and face were covered with blood and mud. She wanted to see him You can’t even judge the injury status by looking at your complexion!
Fortunately, from her own perspective, she could see the village doctor, Uncle Fu, gently touching something on Yang Huazhong's legs. The old man's face looked a little uncomfortable.
Yang Ruoqing's heart became solemn. Could it be possible that her life could be saved, but she would suffer some disability?
She was really afraid of what could happen. She had just turned this thought in her mind. Beside the bed, Uncle Fu stopped his hand, turned around and considered it, and said to the Lao Yang family who were guarding the bed:< br>
"Brother, your third child is blessed with good fortune. This life is saved. Later, let your fifth child follow me to my house and bring back two pairs of medicines for the third child to drink. He has lost a lot this time. Blood, blood is the foundation of the human body, so do it anyway Give him some patching to avoid causing problems in the future."
"Yes, yes, of course." Lao Yangtou nodded repeatedly, "Is the rest of Lao San okay? ”
福Burton paused, his face suddenly became serious, he glanced at Yang Huazhong's legs, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid the legs of the third child will be ruined!" The first half of Fu Bo's words made the old man angry. Yang Tou and Sun breathed a sigh of relief. But the words that followed immediately caused Lao Yang's family's newly warmed hearts to fall into a basin of cold water again! Unable to bear the blow, Mrs. Sun rolled her eyes and slipped off the stool.
Fortunately, Yang Ruoqing had quick eyesight and quick hands, and supported Mrs. Sun. Otherwise, Mrs. Sun's forehead would have hit the ground, which would have left a bloody hole.
No one cared about Mrs. Sun. The room was filled with gloom and mist, and Mrs. Tan started to cry again.
Yang Ruoqing struggled to support Sun, and her heart was heavy. Her eyes fell on Yang Huazhong's legs, and she was afraid that the bones and tendons in her legs would be crushed when the cart rolled over.
With the medical technology of this ancient era, it would be difficult for Yang Huazhong to stand up again!
Here, Old Yangtou is worthy of being the head of the family. Although his face changed, he still asked Uncle Fu: "One leg or a pair?"
"A pair."
"Seriously... there's no cure at all?" Old Yangtou asked again.
Uncle Fu sighed, "If this matter is left to the rich and powerful men in the big places in the county, maybe there is still 40% hope, but if it is left to the farmers in our poor rural areas, hey ..."
Fu Bo didn't finish what he said next. He just shook his head, stood up, started packing his medicine box and left the house.
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The third eldest son of the Yang family broke his legs and became a cripple. He had to lie in bed for the rest of his life and could not take care of himself. In just a short time after dinner, he had already left the village. The news reached the end of the village and almost became a topic of conversation at the dinner table among the villagers in the huge Changping Village.
In the backyard of Lao Yang's house, the air was strangely oppressive. Everyone felt as if a huge stone was pressing on their hearts, making it difficult to breathe.
A waning moon hangs on the treetops. It is supposed to be the time to cook dinner, but it is cold in the kitchen of Lao Yang's family. In the front and back yards, except for Yang Huazhong's house and the wing room of old Yangtou and Tan's family across the street, all the other houses were dark.
When Yang Ruoqing opened the door of Yang Huazhong's house, she only saw Yang Huazhong still lying upright on the bed in a low and simple house, sleeping with his eyes closed.
Mrs. Sun was sitting on the small stool beside the bed, lowering her head and wiping away tears.
On the table in front of the bed, which was so old that the paint was peeling off, a soybean oil lamp danced. The weak light could only illuminate a patch of ground as big as a sieve, and the rest of the room was shrouded in darkness. In the dark.
Sun didn’t know whether she was tired from crying or had something on her mind. She didn’t notice it until Yang Ruoqing walked up to her.
"Qing'er, it's so late at night, why did you come to this house when you weren't lying down in the house?" As soon as Sun opened her mouth, her voice was hoarse.
"I can't sleep, come here and see dad." Yang Ruoqing said softly, standing by the bed, carefully looking at her dad who was lying on the bed with white corners, a bruised nose and a swollen face. Her brows furrowed slightly.
The injury was really serious. Not to mention the legs that were about to be destroyed, Yang Huazhong had to stay in bed for a long time to recover from the injuries and blood loss.
(End of this chapter)