Chapter 7238 A narrow escape from death
Changping Village.
The sight of old Yang bleeding from all seven holes in his head not only frightened several of his daughters-in-law to death, but even Yang Huazhong and the others who were guarding him were so frightened that their faces turned pale.
Yang Huaming was so pissed that he subconsciously ran to the door of the house, shouting: "Oh my God, what the hell, what the hell..."
Fu Bo was still twisting the silver needle in his hand. Without moving their hands, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang each held Old Yang's hands and feet, because he was still twitching, but the amplitude became smaller.
Wangsheng leaned over and put a finger under Lao Yangtou's nose.
"No, no more energy..."
"What?"
The silver needle in Fu Bo's hand fell to the ground, and his mind went blank.
Luo Fengtang also let go of his hand at this time and came to the old man. He did not check the old man's breath, but pressed his hand on the side of the old man's neck.
"There is still a pulse."
This sound made Fu Bo regain his soul in an instant.
“Let me take a look.”
Luo Fengtang stepped aside and let Uncle Fu diagnose Lao Yangtou.
"Quickly, help him sit up. I have to put a needle in the hollow of his back vest."
At this time, the rest of Lao Yang's family were paralyzed with fear, and they all stared anxiously and horrified at the bed. The huge fear made Yang Huazhong and the others unable to even think of going up to help.
Fortunately, Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing could remain calm. They cooperated with Uncle Fu to help Old Yangtou sit up.
Although Lao Yangtou still had a weak pulse at this time, he looked like a dead person sitting there, with his neck unable to support his head at all.
Luo Fengtang supported Lao Yangtou to prevent him from falling, and Yang Ruoqing took off Lao Yangtou's shirt, exposing his back.
Not to mention, the old man’s body is really strong. He is over seventy years old, and the skin and flesh on his back are still very strong and mellow. Unlike Old Jiang Tou and Little Old Yang Tou, who are so thin. He hunched over and took off his clothes, leaving only a layer of wrinkled skin.
If such an old man did not commit suicide by taking poison, he would not be able to live for another ten years.
We must, we must work hard to save the old man.
Fu Bo twisted the needle and poked an acupuncture point on Lao Yangtou's back several times, but he couldn't get in.
"It seems that I am getting old too..."
Cold sweat broke out on Uncle Fu's forehead. That was because he was anxious. He is no longer what he used to be. His strength is not what it used to be. not enough.
As for Wangsheng, who was in his prime, it was obvious that he was inferior to his father in terms of medical skills and clinical psychological adaptability.
"Hurry, the pulse is getting weaker a little bit." Luo Fengtang said suddenly.
Fu Bo's face turned white again and again. Just when he was about to say 'Ashamed...' which might damage his signature, Yang Ruoqing suddenly took the silver needle from his hand.
“Let me try.”
Fu Bo nodded and told Yang Ruoqing the specific location of the acupuncture point.
Although Yang Ruoqing is not a medical student, she was an agent in her previous life, so she still knows the structure of the human body very well.
At that moment, she took a deep breath and poured all her senses and attention into the silver needle in her hand. She followed Fu Bo's guidance and rotated inch by inch, slowly but steadily. Pushing hard into Lao Yangtou's thick back...
The room was strangely quiet, everyone was staring here, even the noisiest Ms. Liu tightly covered her mouth...
Old Yangtou, who had been silent for a long time, had a strong body. The ground shook, and he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood.
This was just the beginning. Then he opened his eyes again and vomited violently on the bed and the ground. Suddenly, the room became a garbage disposal plant, with all kinds of things that challenged the human sense of smell. The extreme smells are intertwined, destroying everyone like biological weapons. "I can't stand it anymore, I'll leave this to you."
Yang Ruoqing covered her mouth and nose and rushed out of the room.
Luo Fengtang was worried about her and hurriedly chased her out.
Seeing that the person was finally snatched back, Uncle Fu breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that it was not only Old Yangtou who was dragged back from the gate of hell by Yang Ruoqing, but also himself.
Fu Bo gave Wang Sheng an encouraging look, and the father and son started the follow-up treatment work together.
Yang Huazhong and Yu Xingkui also quickly rolled up their sleeves and came to help, while Sun and the others were busy boiling water and preparing earthwork ashes and brooms.
In the yard, Luo Fengtang watched Yang Ruoqing squatting in the corner and retching until tears came out. He felt extremely distressed.
Squatting beside her, caressing her back, and handed her the handkerchief, "If I had known this, you shouldn't have come here."
Yang Ruoqing's throat was burning, It feels like drinking two ounces of soju.
She took the handkerchief from him and tried her best to give him a reassuring smile.
"I'm fine. I'll be fine in a while. Don't worry."
Luo Fengtang didn't believe this.
I have never seen her vomit like this for more than four months of pregnancy. The big one suffered, and the little one in her belly also suffered. "I'm almost done, let's go in."
Yang Ruoqing turned around and stood up, but Luo Fengtang pinched her wrist.
“The smell inside is bad, you’d better not go in.”
Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows and said with a little pride: "I dragged my father back from the gate of hell. Why should I go in and see the fruits of my labor."
Luo Fengtang had no choice but to take it out of his arms. The sachet was put into her hand, "Cover your mouth and nose with this, maybe it will feel better."
Yang Ruoqing looked at the sachet in her hand, and then glanced at the cold-faced man in front of her, feeling pleased with herself. of.
For a straight man like him, don’t expect him to wear any accessories.
However, he was happy to wear this sachet, and it was worn close to his body, even though the flowers on it were poorly embroidered...
"These two mandarin ducks are so ugly in embroidery, they look like two bald chickens. Why are you still carrying this sachet?" she asked him deliberately pretending not to understand.
Luo Fengtang glanced at the sachet with great treasure, "It doesn't matter whether it's swimming in the water or running on the ground, you embroidered it all, and I don't care."
Yang Ruoqing curled her lips. , a smile overflowed the corners of his lips.
"Well, after listening to a few sweet words, I suddenly felt comfortable all over. Let's go into the house and take a look."
She shook the sachet in her hand and pulled him Returned to the house.
As soon as he arrived at the door of the house, he heard the good-tempered Yang Huazhong roaring.
And he roared at the old Yang who had just woken up.
"Dad, are you confused? You are teasing us like this? What do you want? Are you satisfied with forcing us sons to die before you?"
Yang Hua Ming was also furious and shouted angrily: "You obviously didn't take the rat poison, and you didn't care about life or death. You have troubled us for so long. How can you, an old man, be so bad?"
Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, this was again. What's going on? Even my father was so angry, what did he do?
The two of them quickly entered the room. As soon as they entered, they saw Yang Huazhong standing by the bed, holding a paper bag in his hand.
There was brown medicinal powder inside the paper bag spilled on the ground.
Yang Huaming yelled next to him: "Third brother, give me the rat poison, and I will stuff it into his mouth. He lied to us that he had taken the rat poison. After a long time, he stole the rat poison. , you old rat!”
(End of this chapter)