"Dad, we can't let Yongxian continue to feed him like this. In order to treat his illness during this period, I don't know how many rabbits I have eaten to death. This is not good!"

In the ward, seeing Yang Yongxian squatting in front of the rabbit and feeding the rabbit, Yang Huazhong was worried and whispered to the old man next to him.

Old Yangtou held a dry tobacco pole in his hand and looked at Yang Yongxian with a smile, his eyes full of kindness.

Yang Huazhong's words undoubtedly ruined the scenery.

The old man glanced at Yang Huazhong with some dissatisfaction and said: "Yongxian's condition has improved a lot these days. He even called me "Master" yesterday. When asked if he was hungry or thirsty, he was happy to answer and did not relieve himself anywhere.

Yes, this is a good thing!”

Yang Huazhong nodded: "Yes, Yongxian's condition has indeed recovered somewhat, and he has begun to recognize us, but the problem is that in order to treat him during this period, you went to Wa City and bought nearly a dozen rabbits.

Alright?"

"White, black, and gray, those rabbits are all alive. He just fed them to death one by one. This is a bit sinful!" said the man.

Old Yang's gray brows knitted together, "It's just a nest of rabbits. What a big deal? Rabbits are born to be eaten, just like we eat pork and fish. You don't have to say that.

That serious."

"Besides, as long as our Yongxian's disease can be cured, a nest of rabbits is nothing, so don't make such a fuss!"

Yang Huazhong wanted to say something more, but Old Yang waved his hand impatiently, got up and walked to the door.

Now that Yang Yongxian's condition has stabilized, he can feed rabbits for an hour or two at this time of the day. Old Yang can just go out to stroll on the streets and chat with the old men selling vegetables in the Wa Market.

But today, as soon as the old man came out of the house, he saw Yang Huaming, Yang Yongqing and others approaching, all in a hurry and in a panic.

The person that Old Yangtou doesn't want to see the most right now is Yang Huaming. Even if he comes to the hospital to visit Yang Yongxian, the old man is determined not to want to see him.

However, Yang Huaming took the initiative to speak: "Dad, something happened at home again!"

Old Yangtou stepped forward for a moment and looked up at Yang Huaming.

"What's wrong?" the old man asked.

Yang Huaming said in a mournful voice: "Feifei's dead dog bit Fu'er. Fu'er now has a high fever. Uncle Fu and his son were helpless. We sent Fu'er to the hospital in the town overnight last night.

The medical center refused to accept it, so we had to send it to the county medical center!”

When he heard this, there was a roar in Lao Yang's head.

He deliberately paid no attention to the child Fu'er.

Because this child was born to Yang Hualin, the second oldest child, and Qian.

The Qian family is a disgrace, and Old Yangtou feels disgusted when the name is mentioned. Therefore, although Fu'er has sent samples to Lao Yang's house for the past ten years, he has been living with the Jin family. Old Yangtou has never teased Fu'er. Fu'er

My son never calls him daddy.

Old Yangtou had no affection for his grandson, but when he heard that the child had been bitten by a dog, after all, blood was thicker than water, the old man couldn't help but step forward and asked: "Where is Fu'er right now?

"

Yang Huaming said: "We are diagnosing in the small room next to the lobby of the medical center in the front yard."

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After hearing the news, both Lao Yangtou and Yang Huazhong rushed to the lobby of the front hospital.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a group of people gathered around the door of the diagnosis room. Most of them were other patients who came to see the doctor and get medicine. Everyone pointed at the diagnosis room and whispered.

In the diagnosis room, what came out was not Fu'er's cry, but the sound of dogs barking one after another.

Woof!

Woof woof!

Woof woof woof!

Old Yangtou was surprised and scolded Yang Huaming and Yang Yongqing: "Why did you bring Feifei here? Isn't it to treat Fu'er's injuries?"

Yang Huaming looked frustrated.

Yang Yongqing replied: "Feifei didn't come. Feifei was thrown into the pond at the entrance of the village by his fourth uncle and drowned. This is Fu'er's cry!"

"What?" Old Yangtou thought he heard wrongly, and the dry tobacco pole in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"You said Fu'er barked? How could Fu'er learn to bark like a dog?" The old man was shocked and asked in a trembling voice.

Yang Yongqing spread his hands and said, "Don't ask me, I don't know either. Uncle Fu said Fu'er's disease was caused by dogs, and it's called rabies."

Rabies? Barking like a dog?

Does that mean that in the future we will stop eating from humans and go to the latrines to eat?

Old Yangtou was completely dumbfounded.

After a while, the doctor finally came out.

The doctor is the most experienced doctor in treating children in the medical clinic. He is the doctor hired by the manager of the medical clinic at a high salary from Changhuaizhou. He is also one of the faces of the medical clinic.

The diagnosis the doctor gave to my family member was: There is no cure for this disease!

"Doctor, this child is only ten years old. His parents have been gone for a long time. This child has a hard life and cannot just die. Please doctor, please treat him. Even if it is really useless, we still want him in our hearts.

There is no shame, we just don’t feel comfortable giving up treatment like this..."

Old Yangtou held the doctor's hand, and the old man burst into tears and begged.

Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming also looked sad.

The doctor sighed, wrote a prescription, and gave it to Yang Huaming to take the medicine.

"A dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor. Let him eat this prescription and see, maybe there will be a miracle, but don't have too much hope, so as not to be disappointed."

For the convenience of care and the shortage of beds in the hospital, Fu'er was also arranged to stay in Yang Yongxian's ward.

There were two beds, one with Yang Yongxian lying on it and the other with Fu'er lying on it.

Fuer was tied to the bed, his eyes were red, he was screaming, and foam was pouring out of his mouth.

Several men from Lao Yang's family stood beside the bed, looking at Fu'er's crazy look, all with sad faces.

Yang Huazhong, who had learned the whole story from Yang Huaming, couldn't help but feel scared.

"This dog is so vicious. It may have been sick for a long time. If it had been dealt with earlier, it wouldn't have caused such a disaster!" he said.

Old Yang gouged out his eyes at Yang Huaming and said angrily: "A few years ago, when this dog bit Fu'er and Xiao Hei, I wanted to beat him to death, but the fourth child protected him and said that this dog is the lifeblood of He girl.

Wow, this has put Fu'er's life at risk, and Fu'er is worse than a dog!"

Yang Huaming cried bitterly, sniffing and looking remorseful: "It's all my fault. Every mistake is my fault. If I could trade it with my life, I would rather be the one bitten."

"If Fu'er really has a problem, I will really be embarrassed to see my second brother when I go underground in the future, wuwuwu..."

Old Yangtou let out a long sigh: "I am the one who has suffered the most. I originally thought that after giving birth to so many sons and grandsons, my family would be prosperous and full of children and grandchildren, and I would be able to enjoy happiness in my old age."

"I didn't expect that in the end, my white-haired person would give away my black-haired person, my son would be sent to my great-grandson, and my great-grandson would be sent to my grandson again. Yongxian would be like this. I really can't live my life. Why are there so many things?
Chapter completed!