Chapter 8074 Concern with words
“Don’t say stupid things, mother is here, mother will not let you die!”
Yang Huamei held Xiao Hei’s head in her arms and talked to Yang Huazhong That anxious for help.
Yang Huazhong didn't bother to get something to block his nose. After entering the house, he came to Xiao Hei and asked, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Xiao Hei said: "My stomach hurts like hell, there is something there. It surged up into the throat, and something squeezed into the anus..."
"Oh, I can't, I can't, I can't..."
After saying a while, Xiao Hei turned sideways slightly, and then he saw a pool of yellow and bubbling feces slowly flowing out from under him.
Yang Huamei burst into tears when she saw this.
"This is all clear water, and the oil in the intestines is gone. Third brother, what should I do..."
Yang Huazhong frowned. Diarrhea is not a rare disease, but diarrhea is troublesome. .
"Come on, Third Uncle will help you up. Let's go see the doctor."
Yang Huazhong lifted one of Xiao Hei's arms and tried to help him up.
Yang Huamei also supported Xiao Hei's other arm. However, Xiao Hei's legs were like two soft noodles, unable to support his huge body at all.
I tried two or three times but it didn’t work. Not only did it not work, but Yang Huazhong himself was so exhausted that he broke out in a sweat.
There were dirt and sticky things under her feet, and her feet slipped when she stepped on them. Yang Huamei almost fell down.
"No, no, I can't stand firmly..." Yang Huazhong said again.
"Come on, get on Third Uncle's back, and I'll take you to see the doctor."
He strode into a horse stance.
However, when Xiao Hei lay on his back, Yang Huazhong's feet suddenly slammed down, his kneecaps trembled instantly, and his heart felt as if a stone was pressed on him.
“It’s done, let’s go!”
Yang Huazhong gritted his teeth, stood up and walked a few steps. Yang Huamei followed behind and supported him.
However, as soon as he walked out of the west room and moved to the door of the main room, Yang Huazhong suddenly felt weak in his knees and almost fell down.
Because Xiao Hei was lying on his back, he could do nothing but groan.
Both arms didn't know how to wrap their arms around Yang Huazhong's neck. His big buttocks kept falling, and his nearly two hundred kilograms of weight depended on Yang Huazhong's arms to hold him up.
Even if he were nodding in his thirties, Yang Huazhong, who was at the peak of his strength, would probably be exhausted.
What's more, Yang Huazhong is now fifty-four or five years old and has passed his prime. Not long ago, his leg was seriously injured and he was bedridden for a long time...
"I can't do it, I can't do it!"
Yang Huazhong freed up one hand to hold on to the wall, and then managed to steady himself without falling.
Yang Huamei looked confused, "Third brother, what's wrong with you?"
Her thoughts were all on Xiao Hei at the moment, and she ignored everything else.
Mrs. Tan saw Yang Huazhong's slightly trembling legs on the side and stamped her feet anxiously: "What else can you do? Your third brother's legs are not yet strong enough. Your son weighs less than a pig at least two hundred kilograms." What a difference! ”
< br>Yang Huamei cried and said: "Mom, don't say that to Xiao Hei, when is this?"
Even if you want to ask Xiao Hei to lose weight, you can't choose this time, he is still sick at this time It’s here!
"Third brother, third brother, if you can't hold it any longer, please put Xiao Hei in the room. I'll call Wangsheng and the others to come over!"
Yang Huazhong weighed it and felt a little ashamed. Said: "That's all we can do. I'm afraid my legs won't be able to support the Wangsheng family."
It will be more troublesome to fall to the ground later.
So, Yang Huamei hurried to Wangsheng's house, while Yang Huazhong took a breath, gritted his teeth, held back all his strength, and moved Xiao Hei step by step to his own room next to him. . Mrs. Tan didn't dare to help.
There are two reasons for this: First, Xiao Hei is too heavy. Even if Tan helps, he can't exert much strength, which is just a show.
Two, Xiao Hei was extremely dirty and smelly.
Mrs. Tan has some slight mysophobia, let alone her own grandson. Even when she was paralyzed and pulled on the bed twice, she wanted to kill herself.
In the end, it was the third girl who hid all the scissors, embroidery needles and everything else...
"Third, please take your time, don't worry, I'll make the bed for him."
Tan quickly ran to the small dark room, opened the door, fumbled to light the candle in the room, and then went over to shake off the quilt.
As soon as the quilt was shaken off, a strange smell came from the bed.
The smell of urine and sweat is definitely there.
In addition, Tan also smelled a strange but familiar smell.
“Bah!”
The old lady spat on the ground and muttered: “The bastard has everything, but he has no brains and no shame at all!”
There was movement at the door of the room behind him, and Yang Huazhong came in carrying Xiao Hei on his back.
"Quickly, throw it on the bed." Mrs. Tan greeted quickly.
Yang Huazhong hesitated slightly, "Will it soil the bed?"
Tan waved her hand: "This bed is no different from a latrine, just throw it up!"
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Yang Huazhong looked around and saw that with Xiao Hei's body, there was nowhere else to put it except on the ground.
As soon as he was put on the bed, Wang Hongquan, who lived in the backyard, heard the noise and came over. He saw Xiao Hei lying on the bed, covered in filth and looking like he was dying. The crutch in Wang Hongquan's hand was Throwing it away, he ran to the bed with a pale face and held Xiao Hei tightly.
"My son, my liver, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"
Seeing Wang Hongquan's look like the sky was about to fall, Yang Huazhong wiped the scars on his forehead Rehan said: "Don't panic first. Mei'er has sent for a doctor. She may have had a bad stomach or drank cold wind."
Everyone has experienced this kind of situation, so there is really no need to worry too much. .
It’s just the same old saying, this situation is so frustrating, I don’t want your life, I only want half your life.
“Have a bad stomach?”
Wang Hongquan raised his face, looked at Yang Huazhong in astonishment, and then shook his head violently.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. I have watched my little Hei grow up. He has stood in front of the north wind and eaten cold food without getting upset even since he was a child. There must be something wrong with him!"
Hearing Wang Hongquan’s firm words, Yang Huazhong could only smile bitterly, “Then I can’t say for sure. It was like this when I came. I’ll know what the situation is when the doctor comes. "Come on."
Wang Hongquan was still shaking his head and said repeatedly: "No way, it can't be because of a bad stomach..."
Tan shook his head and tugged at the corner of his mouth. He said contemptuously: "Okay, okay, if you say no, then it's not. You can be patient. You can be more patient than a doctor, so why don't you treat it for your eldest grandson?"
Wang Hongquan went to see Tan again and was so angry that his eyes were red and bloodshot.
"I respect you as Mei'er's mother, Xiaohei's grandma, and my sister-in-law who is more than ten years older than me. I don't care about you, but you are still saying these sarcastic words right here!"
"What did I say? Xiaohei is my grandson. How can I not be anxious? Are you the only one who is? If you are anxious, don't use your words to be anxious. You Think of something. It was my third child who carried him when he couldn't get up. It was Mei'er who went to see the doctor in the dark. What about you? What did you do? What, could it be that we poisoned him and harmed him?”
(End of Chapter)