Over there, Yang Ruolan was dumbfounded.

She ran to Yang with a pale face and knelt down.

While shaking Yang vigorously, she cried and asked people around her for help.

"Good Samaritans, please save my mother..."

Most of the crowd looked on indifferently.

Two men wanted to help each other, but the woman they were with gave them a hard squeeze.

"Damn you, what are you doing with all your enthusiasm? Are you after that old lady or her coquettish, coquettish girl? Go home and kneel on the washboard!"

The man was dragged away by the woman's ears.

Yang Ruolan squatted on the ground, covering her face and crying so hard.

The shopkeeper of the medical clinic, the old man, couldn't stand it anymore.

He sighed and pushed through the crowd, walked over, and pinched Yang's ejaculation point hard.

Yang screamed and jumped up from the ground, looking for Yang Ruoqing's figure in the crowd with red eyes.

He was stopped by the manager of the medical clinic.

"You guys are all right, but if you want to make a fuss, go make a fuss on the street outside. Yihechun still has business to do!"

Mr. Yang ignored the shopkeeper and was still looking for him.

Yang Ruolan stood up and grabbed Yang's arm: "Mom, I want to go back, please take me back!"

Yang looked at Yang Ruolan, who had tears streaming down her face and seemed about to faint at any moment, and closed her eyes in pain.

Before leaving, she glanced at Yang Ruoqing.

Yang gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, you fat girl, I'm not done with you anymore, just wait for me!"

Yang Ruoqing shrugged: "Cure your daughter's internal disease first, and then you can make trouble with me!"

Yang was so angry that she fell back.

The mother and daughter fled in embarrassment amid everyone's pointing fingers.

In the lobby, the crowd watching the fun gradually dispersed.

Yang Ruoqing looked away and curled her lips: "Fighting with my aunt? Seeking death!"

Luo Fengtang also frowned and advised her: "Those kind of people have no moral integrity at all. Qing'er, you don't need to vent your anger on them."

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Well, I treat them like farts, and they will be gone if I let them go!"

Luo Fengtang: "..."

"Tangyaozi, let's go too!" Yang Ruoqing suggested.

Luo Fengtang asked: "Didn't you just say you wanted to sell the musk?"

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "As long as you find out the price, you don't have to sell this medical clinic."

She was also a little tired after being disturbed by Yang's mother and daughter, and her interest in doing business with Yi Hechun was also greatly reduced.

Luo Fengtang nodded: "Well, let's sell it next time, let's go home!"

The two people were just about to leave when a carriage came rushing over from the other side and stopped sharply in front of Yihechun Gate.

The driver picked up a six or seven-year-old boy from the carriage and hurriedly ran in towards Yi and Chun.

Behind him, a maid stumbled in, supporting a well-dressed but dusty woman.

"Old doctor, hurry up, save my young master!"

The waiter entered the door, looked around the lobby, and then hurriedly ran towards the old man over there.

The old man was taking medicine with him. When he saw this situation, he hurriedly walked out from behind the counter.

"Hurry and carry her over here."

He immediately led the clerk and the unconscious little boy into a consulting room on the left.

"What's going on, young master?"

The old man felt the child's pulse, opened his eyelids, and asked.

At this time, the woman following behind also came over.

When the old man asked, the woman said with a pale face: "We came from the county town. Halfway there, my son said that he felt nervous and depressed. I asked the man to hurry up so that we could rest in the town. We haven't arrived yet.

Zhenkou, he said he had angina again and soon fell unconscious..."

After the woman finished speaking, she wiped her tears with a handkerchief, sobbing, and her face was filled with sorrow.

The maid on the side also had a worried look on her face, "Old doctor, please save my young master..."

Hearing this, the old man tore open the little boy's clothes and caressed his heart.

A pair of gray brows frowned more and more tightly.

Immediately, he took back his hand and told one of the medical staff, "Quick, go to the backyard and cook a bowl of calming soup."

The medical clerk turned and left.

Here, the woman asked the old man anxiously: "Old doctor, how is my son?"

"Judging from Mr. Ling's symptoms, it seems that this heart disease has been around for some time. It is not easy to completely eradicate it. It has to be suppressed with pills for a long time. It must have been triggered by the bumpy carriage during the journey."

The woman nodded, with a hint of sobs in her voice: "My son has been weak since he was a child, and his heart disease was brought from his mother's womb! He hasn't learned to eat yet, and he's already taking medicine..."

"Madam, please don't cry. With the help of good luck and good fortune, the young master will definitely get better."

The maid persuaded in a low voice and handed the woman a silk handkerchief to wipe her tears.

The woman wiped away a few tears and asked the old man: "Old doctor, when will my son wake up?"

"After drinking the calming soup, you should wake up. But——"

Before the woman could let go, her heart was immediately tightened.

"But what?" she asked in a trembling voice, "Old doctor, please tell me frankly!"

Before the old man had time to tell him, the waiter from the medical clinic in the backyard brought a bowl of concoction.

"The calming soup is here!"

The old man took the calming soup, and the woman and the maid helped the little boy to sit up from behind.

The child's face was as pale and transparent as paper, but the corners of his lips were black and blue, and his eyes were tightly closed.

The old man fed him the calming soup with a spoon, and the corners of his lips were tightly closed.

He forcefully opened his mouth and poured the concoction in, but the yellow-brown concoction immediately overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Why can't I pour it in? What should I do?"

Seeing that the concoction in the bowl was almost bottoming out, the child still didn't drink even a drop of it. The woman cried out in anxiety.

The old man frowned, put down the bowl and stood up.

"Look at this situation, it's not good!"

When the woman heard this, her face turned pale.

His legs softened and he almost slipped to the ground, but fortunately the maid held him.

"Old doctor, you must save my son! Please!"

She wanted to kneel down to the old man and was supported by him.

"Madam, please listen to me."

"This calming soup is just a temporary measure to help Mr. Ling take a breath. But judging from the current situation, Mr. Ling is seriously ill this time, and the calming soup is of no use. The only way now is to let him take it.

Take the right pills, otherwise your life will be in danger as time passes!"

He then asked: "What kind of medicine does Mr. Ling take at home to suppress it?"

The woman thought for a moment.

"Muxiang Baoxin Pills."

She continued: "Shopkeeper Wang from the county medicine store is a family friend of mine, and he prepares all the pills by himself!"

The old man nodded: "Then you have to take Musk Baoxin Pills to suppress it."

Upon hearing this, the woman became even more saddened.

"It's only been three days since we last met on this trip, and his condition is still stable, so he didn't bring Musk Baoxin Pills with him! What should we do now?"

The old man let out a long sigh, looking helpless.
Chapter completed!