Yang Huazhong and others also understood that there were too many people, which not only could not help them much, but also made them noisy.

So Yang Huazhong took the initiative and led everyone out.

The Sun family refused to leave and insisted on staying, but Yang Ruoqing also left them all.

So, Yang Ruoqing, Tuo Baxian, Luo Baobao, and Hongxiu were left in the room.

There was a figure who had followed Yang Huazhong and the others, but he quietly lagged behind a few steps, and finally quietly turned back alone, and now he was standing on the other side of the curtain, looking around.

Yang Ruoqing's heart was focused on Luo Fengtang, and she was at home, so she didn't pay much attention to anything else.

The same goes for Luo Baobao and Tuo Baoxian.

Especially Baby Luo, he was really panicked. He has never been so panicked in his whole life.

In her eyes, her father was as tall as a mountain and could not fall down.

It was really difficult for her to accept that the man in front of her was so weak that he was her father.

"Red sleeves, red sleeves..."

A lowered voice shouted.

Hongxiu stood behind Tuoba Xian and the others, holding a bowl of hot red date water in her hand, ready to give it to Yang Ruoqing so that she could feed it to Luo Fengtang.

Hearing this voice, she knew it was Yang Yongqing without turning her head.

The beauty frowned, a trace of disgust and impatience flashed across her eyes.

Yang Yongqing refused to give up and continued to make small moves.

Hongxiu held the tray in one hand, and dropped the other hand, with something in her fingers.

Just at this time, there were chaotic and rapid footsteps in the yard outside, and Blacksmith Luo was heard shouting: "The doctor is here!"

Yang Ruoqing stood up quickly, Hong Xiu also turned sideways, and a group of people gathered around Fu Bo and Wang Sheng, father and son, and opened the curtain and entered the inner room.

Yang Yongqing majestically mingled in the middle and followed, but his eyes were glancing directly towards Hong Xiu.

"Uncle Fu, Brother Wangsheng, please come and help me check on Tang Yazi."

Yang Ruoqing stepped forward to greet her, and Hongxiu followed her with a low eyebrow.

Then, the fingers hidden in his sleeves turned, and something quietly hit Yang Yongqing's lower abdomen.

"Ouch!"

Before Uncle Fu had time to speak to Yang Ruoqing, a person behind him suddenly screamed and rushed over.

Yang Ruoqing quickly pulled Fu Bo aside with quick eyes and hands. The man jumped into the air and fell at their feet.

"Little cousin, what are you doing?"

Yang Ruoqing stared at Yang Yongqing, who had fallen on the ground and chewed mud, and frowned.

Yang Yongqing raised his head and his nose was scratched on the floor tiles.

"I said my stomach suddenly contracted. Qing'er, do you believe it?" He raised his head and asked innocently.

Stomach contraction?

Doesn’t that mean going to the toilet?

Don't stay in this room!

"I don't have time to joke with you, please get out and don't cause any trouble!"

Yang Ruoqing said to him seriously, then turned around and helped Uncle Fu, who was nearly sixty years old, to the bedside.

Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming quickly pulled Yang Yongqing up from the ground, "Young boy, let's go out. It's okay if there are doctors here, but it's not good if there are too many people."

Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming pulled Yang Yongqing out, but Yang Yongqing struggled to free himself all the way.

"I'm not worried about Tang Yazi, please let me stay and help..."

"Ah, is this kid sensible? It's not easy!" Yang Huaming did not doubt that he was there, and even praised Yang Yongqing with a grin.

Yang Huazhong was also very pleased that Yang Yongqing was sensible, but, "You are not a doctor, so you can't help much. For now, let's just wait in the front hall. Let's go, let's go!"

Hongxiu is still in the inner room, why is Yang Yongqing willing to leave?

So he stayed where he was without moving his feet and sat on the ground with his butt stuck out, determined to stay.

Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming were both confused. Why is this guy so enthusiastic? I have never seen him do this to anyone.

Could it be that he is a year older and has enlightened himself, and wants to please Qing'er and Tangyazi, and then find a job to do serious work?

Blacksmith Luo had just sent Uncle Fu and Wangsheng in, so logically he could stay and take care of them.

But when he heard Yang Yongqing shouting outside, and when brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming seemed to be very satisfied with Yang Yongqing's words and even let him go back to the house to help, Blacksmith Luo hurried out.

This kid died in a wasteful manner. The purpose of his stay cannot be hidden from others, but from him!

"Third brother, fourth child, let's go and wait in the front yard and let Uncle Fu give Tang Yazi a good diagnosis."

Blacksmith Luo came outside, stretched out his arms and spoke enthusiastically.

Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming are naturally no different, but Yang Yongqing is still not happy and doesn't want to leave.

Blacksmith Luo put his arm around his shoulders and walked forward without saying a word.

Yang Yongqing tried his old trick to push Blacksmith Luo away. This time, Blacksmith Luo was on guard.

He followed Yang Yongqing's hand and fell to the ground.

"Ouch, my old waist!"

"Brother Luo, how are you doing, Brother Luo?"

Yang Huazhong exclaimed and quickly helped Blacksmith Luo up.

Yang Yongqing was also stunned for a moment, raised his hand and looked at it, his face full of confusion.

Yang Huazhong glared at him: "What are you still doing? Why don't you quickly make amends to Uncle Luo?"

Yang Yongqing came back to his senses and said confidently: "I didn't push him, why should I?"

"Yongqing, what did you say?" Yang Huazhong's face fell.

Blacksmith Luo quickly said: "It's okay, it's indeed not him who pushed me. It was me who fell because I couldn't stand firmly due to my old age..."

The more Blacksmith Luo said this, the more Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming believed that it was Yang Yongqing who recommended it.

They felt that Blacksmith Luo did not want Yang Yongqing to be scolded and deliberately took the responsibility on himself.

"Third uncle, did you hear that? He even said that he fell on his own, and it's none of my business!"

He turned around and walked back, but was roughly pulled back by Yang Huaming.

"Are your wings stiff? Your third uncle asked you to apologize, are you deaf?"

"I'm not wrong, I'll pay you the damn thing!"

"Ah, who are you talking to, you little bastard? Are you feeling itchy?"

Yang Huaming pulled up his sleeves and spat into the palm of his hand. Yang Yongqing was a little timid, but then he shook his shoulders and said, "Today's New Year's Eve, fourth uncle, please don't force me, I have a bad temper..."

"Haha, you really want to fight me? You can do it. I will take care of you for your father now!"

Yang Huaming pretended to beat Yang Yongqing, but Yang Huazhong quickly came up and pulled the uncle and nephew apart from the middle.

"This is the Luo family. On this New Year's Eve, Tang Yazi is still ill. You all need to calm down!"

Seeing that Yang Huazhong's expression also changed, and that Yang Huaming was ready to pounce on him anytime and anywhere, Yang Yongqing was really a little scared now.

Especially Yang Yongjin, Yang Yongzhi and others in the front yard are also coming here. Yang Yongqing is really scared now.

I had no choice but to reluctantly tell Blacksmith Luo, "I shouldn't have pushed you, so I'm going to make amends for you. Are you satisfied now?"

Blacksmith Luo smiled dryly, "It's okay, it's okay. I already told you that I fell down on my own. It has nothing to do with you."

"snort!"
Chapter completed!