Yang Ruoqing had something on her mind, and she couldn't sleep well. She seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping, and then waking up. After lying down for more than an hour, she got up, only to find that the family's carriage was parked in the backyard. Apparently her uncle and the others were back.

"Qing'er, why don't you sleep a little longer?" Tuoba Xian happened to come from the front yard and was surprised when she saw Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I can't sleep. By the way, mother, my uncle and the others are back?"

Tuoba Xian nodded, "Yes, about a stick of incense ago. After I came back, they heard that your father was sick, and they all rushed over."

"Well, I understand, then I'll go over and have a look." Yang Ruoqing said, and then quickly walked out of the house.

In the backyard room of Yang Huazhong's house, when Yang Ruoqing arrived, there were several people standing in front of Yang Huazhong's bed, including Blacksmith Luo, Dad Xiaojie, Wang Hongquan, Chang Gen and Daniu.

All men!

Yang Ruoqing came in, said a simple hello to the elders, and then went straight to the bed to check on Yang Huazhong's condition.

Yang Huazhong was already awake, lying on two stacked pillows.

His face was as sallow as ever, there was no blood on his lips, he was breathing slightly, and his chest was heaving.

"Dad, how are you feeling right now?" Yang Ruoqing sat down beside the bed and asked.

Yang Huazhong looked at Yang Ruoqing and said weakly: "I can't tell..."

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing's brows frowned almost imperceptibly.

"Dad, don't be anxious, just speak slowly." Yang Ruoqing said again.

Yang Huazhong thought for a moment and said: "I have no energy, I feel very uncomfortable in my stomach, my stomach is uncomfortable, and I feel dizzy all over. I haven't felt this way in many years..."

Yang Ruoqing stretched out her hand to hold Yang Huazhong's hand and said: "Dad, your stomach is uncomfortable because the bowl of cold rice yesterday hit your stomach. It will take some time to recover. You have no strength and feel dizzy. That's because you were infected with the wind and cold.

I haven’t eaten much, so I can’t exert any energy.”

"Don't you have any appetite at the moment?" she asked again.

Yang Huazhong nodded, "It's strange to say that I've vomited all my food, but I'm not hungry at all. I feel like I can become an immortal and stop the fireworks in the world."

Behind him, Blacksmith Luo joked: "Third brother, don't worry, you can still talk so much, it'll be fine, I'll take care of it."

Changgen also said: "I also caught wind and cold in the twelfth lunar month of last year. I was sick for five or six days. Oh my, those first three days were simply not a human life. I had a fever and my whole body was shaking. Look, this is not

Have you survived? Third child, your condition is even milder than mine. It’s okay. Just take medicine and rest in bed for a few days. You’ll be fine in a few days!”

Everyone, everything you say to me is optimistic.

Yang Ruoqing quietly observed Yang Huazhong's expression and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The most taboo thing for people recovering from illness is excessive worry. An optimistic mood is conducive to recovery.

Seeing that under the comfort of everyone, Yang Huazhong seemed to relax a little, and Yang Ruoqing also relaxed a little, looking at everyone with eyes filled with gratitude.

"Uncle, uncle, don't stand, sit down!" Yang Ruoqing stood up and greeted.

Blacksmith Luo and the others waved their hands: "We're not going to sit down, we'll just stand for a while."

Yang Huazhong said: "Qing'er, take my dry cigarette for everyone to smoke."

Yang Ruoqing was about to get it, but Xiaojie's father quickly stopped her.

"Third brother, you are sick, how can we smoke in front of you? Dry cigarettes are choking. You can't stand the smell now, so you won't smoke anymore!"

Others also said: "Yes, I won't smoke anymore, Qing'er, don't take it."

Yang Ruoqing then gave up and stood up to pour tea for everyone. After pouring the tea in a circle, the water in the hot water bottle bottomed out.

"Uncle, please sit down for a while, and I'll go to the kitchen to get some water."

After giving an explanation, Yang Ruoqing came to the backyard kitchen with a hot water bottle in her arms.

In the backyard kitchen, Mrs. Sun was cooking dinner. The eldest Mrs. Sun was helping to put firewood in the mouth of the stove. Wang Cuilian, Osmanthus Osmanthus, and Bao Suyun stood aside and talked with Mrs. Sun.

The topics of discussion were all about Yang Huazhong, and the words in his voice were all about comforting Mr. Sun.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing coming in with a hot water bottle, Sun asked Yang Ruoqing hurriedly: "How is your father doing now? Did he vomit? Did he say he was hungry?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Dad is neither vomiting nor hungry. Several uncles are chatting with dad at the moment. I'll come over and get some hot water."

Mrs. Sun nodded, reached out to take the hot water kettle, opened the lid, and poured the newly boiled hot water from the earthen pot into the hot water kettle.

Da Sun said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, do you think Fu Bo's medicine tube doesn't work? Would you like to ask the doctor from Yi Hechun to come and take a look at it to feel more at ease?"

Yang Ruoqing turned her head and glanced at the eldest Sun, "Auntie, I know you are doing it for my father's good, but my father's illness was caused by Uncle Fu and his son being invited over last night. Uncle Fu and his son are experienced in this matter."

"They can control it, so they prescribe the medicine. If they can't control it, I believe Uncle Fu and his son will take the initiative to persuade me to go to the big medical clinic in the town. So, let's treat it at home first. This medicine was given last night.

If you take it once and spit it out, the effect won’t be that fast.”

Hearing what Yang Ruoqing said, Bao Suyun also said: "Qing'er is right. The effect of this medicine comes bit by bit. Even if we invite the doctor from Yihechun, it will probably be treated like this. Let's just take the medicine first."

, let’s see the effect.”

Everyone else also nodded.

Da Sun said: "I saw your mother was so worried. Look how swollen her eyes are. They are bigger than peaches!"

Mrs. Sun raised her hand and touched her eyes, smiling sheepishly.

Yang Ruoqing also looked into Sun's eyes, with a look of helplessness on her face.

"Auntie, please help me persuade my mother to stop crying all the time. When she cries like this, before my father recovers, she breaks down from crying. A patient of my father sees her crying.

My mood is getting more and more anxious, it's really inappropriate, she doesn't listen to what I said." Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs. Sun lowered her face and began to teach Ms. Sun a lesson.

Yang Ruoqing took the hot water bottle and quickly left the kitchen.

I was very happy that Yang Huazhong was given medicine at noon. Yang Huazhong drank the whole bowl of medicine without vomiting.

Sun and Yang Ruoqing were secretly happy that the medicine could be stored in their stomachs and the medicine would be effective.

As soon as the medicine takes effect, Yang Huazhong's illness will gradually improve over time.

"Dad Qing'er, are you hungry? Shall I get you something to eat?" Sun excitedly approached Yang Huazhong and asked.

Yang Huazhong shook his head: "I still have no appetite now. When I talk about eating, my stomach feels uncomfortable."

Mrs. Sun stepped back hurriedly: "Okay, okay, if you don't want to eat, I won't mention it. Don't feel bad..."

"Is third sister-in-law in the house?"

Liu's voice suddenly came from outside the house.

Mrs. Sun quickly responded: "Here you are, fourth brother and sister, why are you here?"
Chapter completed!