Changping Village.

The sight of old Yang bleeding from the seven holes in his head not only frightened several of his daughters-in-law to the point of losing half their lives, but also Yang Huazhong and the others who were guarding him were so frightened that their faces turned pale.

Yang Huaming was so pissed that he subconsciously ran to the door of the house, shouting: "Oh my God, what the hell, what the hell..."

Uncle Fu was still twisting the silver needle in his hand and couldn't get rid of it. Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang also held down Lao Yangtou's hands and feet, because he was still twitching, but the amplitude had become smaller.

Wangsheng leaned over and put a finger under Lao Yangtou's nose.

"No, I'm out of breath..."

"What?"

The silver needle in Fu Bo's hand fell to the ground, and his mind went blank.

At this time, Luo Fengtang also let go of his hand and came to the old man. Instead of checking the old man's breathing, he pressed his hand on the side of the old man's neck.

"And a pulse."

This sound made Fu Bo regain his soul instantly.

"Let me take a look."

Luo Fengtang stepped aside and let Uncle Fu diagnose Lao Yangtou.

"Quickly, help him sit up. I have to put a needle in his back vest."

At this time, the rest of Lao Yang's family were paralyzed with fear, and everyone stared anxiously and horrified at the bed. The huge fear made Yang Huazhong and others unable to even think about going up to help.

Fortunately, Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing could still remain calm, and they cooperated with Uncle Fu to help Old Yangtou sit up.

Although Lao Yang still had a weak pulse at this time, he looked like a dead person sitting there, with his neck unable to support his head at all.

Luo Fengtang held Old Yangtou to prevent him from falling, while Yang Ruoqing took off Old Yangtou's shirt, exposing his back.

Not to mention, the old man's body is really tough. He is over seventy years old, and the skin on his back is still very strong and mellow. Unlike Old Jiang Tou and Little Old Yang Tou, who are so thin that they are so thin that they hunched over and took off their clothes.

All that's left is a layer of wrinkled skin.

If such an old man did not commit suicide by taking poison, he would not be able to live for another ten years.

We must, we must work hard to save the old man.

Uncle Fu twisted the needle and pricked an acupuncture point on Lao Yangtou's back several times, but he couldn't get it in.

"It seems that I am getting older too..."

Cold sweat broke out on Uncle Fu's forehead. It was because he was anxious. He was no longer the same as before and his strength was not enough.

As for Wangsheng, who was in his prime, it was obvious that he was not as good as his father in terms of medical skills and clinical psychological adaptability.

"Hurry up, your pulse is getting weaker a little bit." Luo Fengtang said suddenly.

Uncle Fu's face turned white again and again. Just when he was about to say 'Ashamed...' which would probably ruin his reputation, Yang Ruoqing suddenly took the silver needle from his hand.

"I'll try."

Uncle Fu nodded and told Yang Ruoqing the specific location of the acupuncture point.

Although Yang Ruoqing is not a medical student, she was an agent in her previous life, so she still knows the structure of the human body very well.

At that moment, she took a deep breath and poured all her senses and attention into the silver needle in her hand. Following Fu Bo's guidance, she rotated inch by inch, slowly but surely, and pushed into Lao Yang's head.

Thick back...

The room was strangely quiet. Everyone was staring at it. Even the noisiest Mrs. Liu tightly covered her mouth...

Old Yangtou, who had been silent all this time, suddenly shook his body and suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

This was just the beginning. Then he opened his eyes again and vomited violently on the bed. Suddenly, the room became a garbage disposal plant, with all kinds of smells that challenged the limits of human smell intertwined.

Together, they destroy everyone like biological weapons.

"I can't stand it anymore, I'll leave this to you."

Yang Ruoqing covered her mouth and nose and rushed out of the room.

Luo Fengtang was worried about her and hurriedly chased her out.

Seeing that the person was finally snatched back, Uncle Fu breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that it was not only Old Yangtou who was dragged back from the gate of hell by Yang Ruoqing, but also himself.

Uncle Fu gave Wang Sheng an encouraging look, and the father and son started the follow-up treatment work together.

Yang Huazhong and Yu Xingkui also quickly rolled up their sleeves and came to help, while Sun and the others were busy boiling water and preparing earthwork ashes and brooms.

In the yard, Luo Fengtang watched Yang Ruoqing squatting in the corner, retching until tears came out. He felt extremely distressed.

He knelt down next to her and stroked her back gently, then handed the veil to her, "If I had known this, you shouldn't have come here."

Yang Ruoqing's throat was sore, as if she had drank two ounces of soju.

She took the handkerchief from him and tried her best to give him a reassuring smile.

"I'm fine. I'll be fine in a while. Don't worry."

Luo Fengtang didn't believe this.

She has been pregnant for more than four months and has never seen her vomit like this. The big one suffered, and the little one in her belly also suffered. "I'm almost done, let's go in."

Yang Ruoqing turned around and stood up, but Luo Fengtang pinched her wrist.

"The smell inside is bad, you'd better not go in."

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows and said with a little pride: "My father was dragged back from the hell gate. Why should I go in and see the fruits of my labor?"

Luo Fengtang had no choice but to take out the sachet from his arms and stuff it into her hand, "Take this and cover your mouth and nose. Maybe it will feel better."

Yang Ruoqing looked at the sachet in her hand, and then glanced at the cold-faced man in front of her, feeling pleased with herself.

For a straight man like him, don't expect him to wear any accessories.

However, he was happy to wear this sachet, and it was worn close to his body, even though the flowers on it were poorly embroidered...

"These two mandarin ducks are so ugly in embroidery, they look like two bald chickens. Why are you still carrying this sachet?" she asked him deliberately pretending not to understand.

Luo Fengtang glanced at the sachet with great treasure, "It doesn't matter whether it's swimming in the water or running on the ground, you embroidered it all, and I don't care about it."

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, and a smile overflowed her lips.

"Well, after hearing a few sweet words, I suddenly felt comfortable all over. Let's go and take a look inside."

She shook the sachet in her hand and pulled him back into the house.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the house, he heard the good-tempered Yang Huazhong roaring.

And he still roared at the old Yang who had just woken up.

"Dad, are you confused? You are teasing us like this? What do you want? Are you satisfied with forcing us sons to die before you?"

Yang Huaming was also furious and shouted angrily: "You obviously didn't take the rat poison, and you didn't care about life and death. You have made us suffer for so long. How can you, an old man, be so bad?"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, what is going on? Even her father was so angry, what did he do?

The two of them quickly entered the room. As soon as they entered, they saw Yang Huazhong standing beside the bed, holding a paper bag in his hand.

There was brown medicinal powder inside the paper bag spilled on the ground.

Yang Huaming yelled from the side: "Third brother, give me the rat poison, and I will stuff it into his mouth. He lied to us that he had taken the rat poison. After doing this for a long time, he stole the rat poison. You old rat
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