Chapter 6905: A mess
It’s a pity that I can’t enter the house now, and I can’t see the red sleeves anymore, annoying!
"Third, Fourth, let's go and sit in the front hall. It's still snowing!"
Blacksmith Luo called everyone to go to the front yard. This time, no one was there. Yang Yongqing, who had not given the slightest thought, took the lead and ran ahead.
Blacksmith Luo followed, secretly wiping the sweat from his face in a corner where no one was paying attention.
I have been an upright person all my life, but tonight I made an exception and did something like framing someone.
In the front yard, Yang Yongqing’s butt had just touched the stool when something suddenly went wrong.
There was a squirming movement in my stomach, that familiar feeling. Is it going to cause diarrhea?
Covering his eyes, he rushed towards the backyard and met Yang Huazhong and the others face to face.
Yang Huazhong grabbed him: "Are you still running to the backyard?"
"I, I'm going to the toilet, I'm going to poop!"
"I don't believe it, can you fart and listen?"
"I won't let you go if I don't let you!"
A warm current has already reached the door. If you fart, it might pop out.
Seeing Yang Yongqing's appearance, Yang Huaming and the others became even more convinced that he was fake.
Especially Blacksmith Luo, when he heard Yang Yongqing's words, his previous shame suddenly disappeared.
This kid used the same excuse twice in one night, so he didn't have to feel guilty for framing him once.
"My dear nephew Yongqing, there is also a toilet in the front yard. Let's go, uncle will take you there."
However, before Blacksmith Luo could reach Yang Yongqing, he heard the sound of an explosion.
Then, a certain smell spread in the Luo family hall. Even if ten baskets of rotten eggs were dropped at once, no one present could resist it!
Yang Huaming jumped up and kicked Yang Yongqing's butt, which was stained on his feet.
He jumped back and hid, pinching his nose and cursing.
Wang Cuilian was greeting other female relatives, and everyone was there to comfort Wang Cuilian and Sun. The big movement from Yang Yongqing immediately caused the whole hall to become chaotic...
There was a chaos in the front courtyard. During the group meeting, the house in the backyard was very quiet.
Yang Ruoqing and the others did not dare to say a word, quietly waiting for Uncle Fu and Wangsheng to diagnose and treat Luo Fengtang.
This process was long and painful for Yang Ruoqing.
Although I had roughly judged that Luo Fengtang had contracted the cold from his pulse and other characteristics before, I could not help but worry, worry about the bad aspects, and think blindly.
She was obviously not like this a long time ago.
But now, she admits that she is really panicked. She is not a real strong woman. She has her own weaknesses.
Over the years, her weaknesses have increased, but she is willing to do so.
Uncle Fu finally stopped, and Yang Ruoqing's thoughts were interrupted.
"Uncle Fu, how is Tang Yazi's condition?" Yang Ruoqing hurried forward to ask.
While collecting the silver needles, Uncle Fu told Yang Ruoqing about Luo Fengtang's illness.
He spoke in detail, and Yang Ruoqing listened carefully.
After hearing this, she breathed a sigh of relief.
It was indeed the wind-chill she contracted from the long journey, and it was not the bad situation she had imagined.
"I gave him an injection earlier. You can boil these two packets of medicine and give him to drink it later. The fever will be almost gone by dawn, and he will wake up naturally after the fever goes down."
Yang Ruoqing nodded and took the medicine bag with both hands.
Uncle Fu also gave some other instructions, and Yang Ruoqing kept them in mind again. Finally, Hongxiu accompanied Luo Baobao to send the father and son to the front hall.
Yang Ruoqing and Tuoba Xian were left alone in the room.
Tuoba Xian was still worried. Only when Luo Fengtang woke up completely could she truly feel relieved.
Yang Ruoqing knew her thoughts well, so when he couldn't persuade her to go back after trying to persuade her, Yang Ruoqing just let her go. Until Hongxiu and Luo Baobao came over with the prepared medicine, they helped Yang Ruoqing feed the medicine to the unconscious Luo Fengtang.
Then Yang Huazhong and Sun also came over, looked at Luo Fengtang with their own eyes, and told Yang Ruoqing to leave this time.
Baby Luo yawned continuously, but still managed to hold on.
Tuoba Xian also stayed here with a tired look on her face.
Firecrackers started to set off intermittently outside. I guess it was almost midnight, and after midnight it would be the first day of the Lunar New Year.
Everyone should go to the Earth Temple at the entrance of the village to burn incense and wish for a happy future.
"Mom, Hongxiu, my dearest daughter, it's getting late. You all should go back to your house to rest early. I'll just accompany Tangyazi."
Baobao Luo and Hongxiu fell down. It's okay, but Tuoba Xian still doesn't want to leave.
"Qing'er, I'm not sleepy, really."
"Mom, I understand your mood, but if you don't go to rest, what will happen if Tangyazi wakes up tomorrow and you fall ill again? ?”
Hongxiu also helped to persuade: "Yes, old lady, if the general wakes up and sees that you are worried about him, haggard, or sick, he will definitely be worried, which will not be good for his condition."
Yang Ruoqing cast an appreciative look at her , this girl can still talk.
Sure enough, it was Hong Xiu's words that moved Tuoba Xian. After they all left, Yang Ruoqing sat sideways on the bed, held Luo Fengtang's hand tightly, and stared at him with lowered eyes. The night just passed...
In the dream, Yang Ruoqing felt someone touching his head.
Very gentle and gentle.
After a moment, she raised her head suddenly and ran into a pair of familiar and deep eyes.
"Tang...Tangyaozi, are you awake?"
Yang Ruoqing hurriedly came to him and raised her hand to touch his forehead.
His forehead felt cold.
"The fever is gone, great!"
"Are you thirsty? Let me pour you some water first."
She turned around and went to the table Pour hot water, "I feed..."
Looking at it, he actually sat up on his own.
"Just lie down and I'll feed you," she said.
Luo Fengtang smiled weakly, "I can feed Qing'er even if I sit down."
He wanted to sit up because he didn't want her to worry too much and wanted to tell her that he couldn't fall down.
I didn’t expect that I would receive such good treatment when I was sick. I could drink water fed by my wife’s own hands. This illness was worth it.
At this moment, Yang Ruoqing was like a fish that had just been fried on the edge of the pan and put back into the water. She was still very anxious, just thinking about him burning all night. His mouth must be dry and he will be dehydrated if he doesn't give him some water.
So she had no time to take into account his little thoughts.
“Come on, open your mouth.”
Luo Fengtang cooperated obediently.
She fed him spoonful after spoonful, blowing twice on each spoonful first, for fear of burning him.
She fed him and he looked at her, his eyes never leaving her face for a moment.
After finishing one bowl, she said, "I'll pour you another bowl."
As she stood up, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and said, "I won't drink anymore."
"Drink a little more, I'm afraid you'll become dehydrated due to fever."
"With you here, it won't happen." Luo Fengtang said.
“Come, sit here and let me take a good look at my Qinger.”
Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment. When she felt the warmth in his palm on her wrist and those eyes that seemed to see into her soul, her heartbeat suddenly jumped.
(End of this chapter)