The medicine was given because Yang Huazhong simply did not have the strength to carry the bowl by himself. Even sitting up required the combined efforts of mother and daughter.

Mrs. Sun supported her from behind and let Yang Huazhong lean on her shoulder while Yang Ruoqing came to give her medicine.

During this period, Yang Huazhong's eyes were kept slightly open, and his brows were tightly knitted together into a knot.

His face was sallow, like the kind of papyrus used to burn incense, the corners of his mouth were white, and large beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Yang Ruoqing knew that her father was not only suffering from cold, but also had stomach cramps and colic, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Dad, drink the medicine." Yang Ruoqing said softly, scooped up a spoonful of medicine, took a sip first to feel the temperature, and then brought it to her father.

The medicine was so bitter that she wanted to bite her tongue off.

Yang Huazhong opened his mouth and took several sips with difficulty. After a few sips, he was gasping for air.

After finally feeding a bowl of medicine, not to mention Yang Huazhong's head was covered in cold sweat, Yang Ruoqing and Sun's heads were also covered in hot sweat.

"You'll get better after you drink the medicine. Dad Qing'er, I'll help you lie down and sleep for a while," said Sun.

Yang Huazhong nodded and lay down.

Yang Ruoqing turned around to take the bowl to the kitchen. When she came back, before she stepped through the door and followed behind, she saw Yang Huazhong, who was lying on the bed, suddenly straightened up, lay down on the side of the bed and vomited violently...

"Dad Qing'er!"

Mrs. Sun burst into tears and rushed over. Seeing Yang Huazhong vomiting out the bowl of medicine he had drunk earlier, Mrs. Sun was so panicked that she didn't know what to do.

He didn't even know how to use a handkerchief to wipe the corners of Yang Huazhong's mouth.

Yang Ruoqing was still clever and rushed over, first took a clean handkerchief, and then gently stroked Yang Huazhong's back...

Yang Huazhong finally calmed down and raised his head while panting heavily. The clothes on his chest were all wet.

"Dad, don't panic, it's okay, it's okay..."

Yang Ruoqing comforted her like an adult coaxing a child. While wiping the corners of Yang Huazhong's mouth and chin, she told Mrs. Sun: "Mom, go get a basin of hot water and find a clean top for my dad to change into."

After receiving the order, Mrs. Sun came to her senses and hurriedly carried out the order.

The two women changed Yang Huazhong's clothes, wiped his hands and face, gave Yang Huazhong a sip of hot water, and helped Yang Huazhong lie down again.

Yang Huazhong seemed to be sleeping but not asleep, and his breathing was somewhat disordered.

Yang Ruoqing got plant ash to clean the dirt in front of the bed. Sun sat sideways on the bed, looking at Yang Huazhong, tears falling down.

"I finally took the medicine, but I vomited it all. I drank the medicine in vain, and it's hard to recover from my illness. What should I do?" Ms. Sun was so worried that she didn't know what to do. Her eyes were swollen from crying.

Yang Ruoqing was cleaning the dirt on the ground and said to Mrs. Sun: "Those medicines have been stored in my father's stomach for a while. They won't all be spit out. There is still medicine inside. As long as the medicine is there, it will have an effect."

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"Sickness is something that comes and goes like a mountain, and goes away like a thread. You can't rush it, you have to treat it slowly. Mom, don't worry too much."

After hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Mrs. Sun nodded slightly.

But I can never let go of the stone in my heart.

Yang Ruoqing didn't expect Mrs. Sun to give up completely. She glanced at Yang Huazhong, who was sleeping on the bed, and whispered to Ms. Sun in a low voice: "Mom, come out with me."

Mrs. Sun was stunned for a moment, and then she and Yang Ruoqing came to the door of the house.

It was still midnight at this time, and it was pitch black outside.

Yang Ruoqing pulled Sun aside and said in a low voice: "Mom, I want to tell you two things. You have to listen to it."

"Which two?" asked Sun tremblingly, fearing that it was related to Yang Huazhong's condition.

Yang Ruoqing said: "The first thing is that you don't always cry in front of my dad and say some worrying things. This will be very bad for the patient's mood and will increase my dad's psychological burden. It is not good for the recovery at all. Do you understand?

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Mrs. Sun was startled for a moment and nodded repeatedly: "It was my fault. I was also too impatient. I was too anxious. Don't worry, Qing'er. I'll remember it and I won't say anything like that again."

"What about the second one? What is it?" asked Sun again.

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and held Sun's hand.

"The second thing is that my father is sick now and needs help from people to take care of him."

"Mom, you need to take care of yourself even more at this time. Otherwise, if you cry like this all at once and won't stop crying, my father will not be fully cured by then, and you will fall ill again, which will not be good.

"Yang Ruoqing said earnestly.

"Qing'er, don't worry. Mom is fine. She's still strong!" said Sun.

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "Mom, you have to listen to me. After a while, you can boil your feet with hot water and go to sleep for a while. I'll watch my dad tonight..."

"This can't be done!" Sun refused Yang Ruoqing's proposal without thinking.

"I'll come and watch at night, and you go and have a rest. The baby still needs you!" Mrs. Sun said.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "Mom, the baby is with my mother-in-law, so I don't need to worry about it. Besides, the baby is now nine years old, not as young as Feng'er."

"Let me stay here tonight while Mom goes to sleep. When Mom wakes up and regains her energy tomorrow, you can come and take my place. That's the decision!"

Sun had no choice but to follow Yang Ruoqing's arrangement and go to sleep in the guest room next door.

Yang Ruoqing went back to Yang Huazhong's house and stood by the bedside in undressed clothes. During the night, if Yang Huazhong had any slight disturbance, she would wake up immediately.

He brought tea and water and served it carefully. In the first half of the night, Yang Huazhong was a little fussy and vomited several times within an hour.

In the second half of the night, I felt a little better and actually fell asleep.

Seeing that Yang Huazhong was asleep and his breathing gradually became longer, Yang Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Dad can sleep, it will be fine. Many diseases require sleep to recover.

At dawn, Mrs. Sun came over. As soon as she opened the door and walked in, Yang Ruoqing was awakened.

"Qing'er, how is your father after last night? Did he vomit?" Mrs. Sun glanced at Yang Huazhong, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and asked in a low voice.

Yang Ruoqing said: "It's okay, mother, don't worry."

Mrs. Sun looked at Yang Ruoqing's bloodshot eyes and said, "It's dawn. I'll take care of your father. You go back to the house and take a nap."

Yang Ruoqing said: "There's no rush."

The mother and daughter accompanied Yang Huazhong together, and after a while, Xiaoduo also came over.

"Mom, sister, the porridge is ready, my dad..."

"Dad finally fell asleep. Let him sleep for a while. When he wakes up, ask him if he wants to eat." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Uncle Fu said, try not to give him food right now. Eating food will put a burden on his stomach. You can give him some sugar water or something to replenish his energy."

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Xiaoduo nodded repeatedly, "I'll watch over here. Mom and sister should go eat some porridge first."

Yang Ruoqing and Sun both ate porridge, and then Sun was left to look after Yang Huazhong, while Yang Ruoqing went home to catch up on her sleep.

Before leaving, she told Xiaoduo to take Feng'er to school to play during the day, and then come back with Baby Luo after school in the evening.
Chapter completed!