At this moment, Yang Hualin fell on the bed. Although his hands and feet were still tied and he dared not let go, he slept very soundly.

Yang Ruolan stood aside, gently wiped Yang Hualin's face and neck with her wrung veil.

Then, pick up the basin and turn around and walk out.

At the door of the house, I happened to meet Lao Yang in front of him.

"What's going on with your father?" Old Yang asked.

Yang Ruolan whispered: "I fell asleep on the bed."

Old Yang nodded: "Then you go back to the house and rest for a while, your breasts and I will stay here to watch him."

Yang Ruolan nodded and said, "Master, then I'll go and cook lunch first. I'll call you after the cooking is done."

Then, Yang Ruolan also turned around and left.

Old Yangtou immediately entered Yang Hualin's house. On the bed, Yang Hualin was sleeping well. On the edge of the bed, Tan was sitting on a stool.

Hearing the footsteps, Tan immediately recognized that this was Lao Yang's return.

"Dad Mei'er, what did the doctor in the town say?" Tan asked immediately.

Old Yang found a stool and sat down, "What else can you say? Isn't the doctor the same thing? I'm overly scared and mentally ill."

"Here, I have prescribed a few large bags of medicine over there, so I will drink it first, and then slowly condition it. Don't be stimulated again." He said.

"No guarantee?" Tan asked again.

Old Yang shook his head: "Who is so stupid and dares to make a promise?"

Tan frowned: "Last time, that bitch from Qian was just taking their medicine..."

Old Yang said, "I was the doctor who showed it to my second child last time, and I prescribed similar medicines. Logically speaking, if Qian can be cured, our second child will not be bad anymore!"

Tan said: "Then let the second child eat it first, it will be effective."

Old Yang nodded, then asked Tan again: "Where are you there? How are you asking? Do you have any hints about the Bodhisattva?"

Speaking of this, Tan's face changed a little.

There was a little more disgust and disgust on his face.

"Hmph, that bitch Qian, who lives to destroy our Old Yang family, is not at ease when he dies!" she said.

"What?" Old Yang was shocked.

"Is it Qian's..."

"That's right!" Tan interrupted Lao Yang's head.

"The Bodhisattva said that Qian was making trouble, and he died of a bitch. He was ruined during his lifetime and had a lot of bad water."

"After death, the ghosts are still hanging on our dick." Tan said.

"Is this really something like this?" Old Yang murmured, unable to believe it.

Tan said, "Hmph, don't be afraid. I have asked the Bodhisattva and bought two big bags of talismans to come back."

"The Bodhisattva said for a moment, and turned around and put some of these talismans on this room and doors and windows."

"There are some, as the Bodhisattva said, go to the Land Temple in the south end of the village to burn it, which will make Qian calm!" said Tan.

"It's better to believe that there is something than to believe that there is nothing. Well, let's try this first!"

After lunch, the old Yangtou called Yang Yongxian and Yang Yongqing, and the grandson and the three generals Yang Hualin's house were covered with talismans.

The yellow talisman is painted with red cinnabar on it, and it is completely a complete ghost-painted talisman.

"Your breasts have also made every effort to make your second uncle this time."

When pasting the talisman, Old Yang couldn't help but sigh.

"The talisman we put in our hand is two pieces and a penny."

"One of our stickers is just half an egg!"

Yang Yongxian smiled: "As long as the second uncle can get better, it will be worth it."

Old Yang nodded: "Well, I think so too. Come on, let's continue posting."

Old Yang pinched every talisman, and his fingers couldn't help but tremble slightly.

After all the talismans were pasted by the grandfather and grandson, Yang Hualin woke up.

After waking up, Yang Ruolan also brought the boiled soup.

The decoction is very bitter and the smell is a bit spicy.

Yang Hualin refused to drink it. Lao Yangtou and Yang Yongxian and others worked for a long time to finally pour most of the medicine into him, and the remaining half was naturally sprinkled on the ground.

In the afternoon, I don’t know if the decoction has dormant properties, or the talisman has its effect.

Yang Hualin stopped making trouble.

Sitting on the bed, my eyes were dull.

A man raised his head and looked at the roof at forty-five degrees.

The corners of my mouth grinned for a while, held it in a while, happy for a while, and wanted to cry for a while.

If your fingers are still stuffed in your mouth, you should be as stupid as you should be.

Along the way, Tan couldn't see it, and was a little anxious.

"Dad Mei'er, look at how the second child is doing now?" Tan asked, touching the arm of Lao Yang's head beside him.

Old Yang said, "I didn't make a big fuss, but I'm still stupid when I look like this."

Tan said, "Don't be anxious, take your time. When the remaining talisman was burned at night and drove Qian away, our second brother would wake up!"

Old Yang nodded, I hope so!

Tan said again: "If he doesn't make trouble, don't keep tying his hands and feet. It's so uncomfortable."

When the old Yang heard this, he looked at Yang Hualin on the bed.

Several deep traces were indeed strangled on the wrists and ankles.

If you continue to tie this up, your skin will be broken.

A feeling of distress flashed through Lao Yang's heart and a little hesitant.

"I'm worried that he will run away by loosening the bondage. What should I do?" he asked.

Tan said, "It's already day, the sun is about to set, why are you still tied up with him?"

"After closing the front and back yard gates, he will walk around in his own room and the main hall outside, and will not run out!"

Hearing Tan's words, Old Yang also thought it should be feasible.

"Okay, then I'll loosen his hands first, wait for a while, and then loosen his legs after the night dinner."

...

The night dinner was very stable, and Yang Hualin didn't make trouble anymore.

But he was stunned and didn't use chopsticks. He grabbed the rice with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth hand by hand.

It made my face, chin, and chest everywhere.

Yang Ruolan stood aside, patiently feeding spoon by spoon.

He was holding a handkerchief in his hand and wiped it with Yang Hualin at any time.

Old Yang looked at Yang Ruolan and nodded with satisfaction.

"Well, it's better for us, Lan Yatou, who is virtuous and sensible, and she will never leave her father. She is a good daughter!" said Lao Yang.

Yang Ruolan smiled bitterly.

"No matter how cruel the words are, I can't even care about him when I see him like this." She whispered.

"Let's do it. When he gets cured and can take care of himself, I still won't pay attention to him." She said again.

Old Yang deliberately put his face down: "Don't say that, I know you are not such a person."

"The daughters of our old Yang family are all sarcastic and slandered. I believe you are not that kind of person, hahaha..."

Old Yang finally revealed his first laugh in the past few days.

"The second brother's situation is a little better, which is good. Now, I hope that the third brother and the others can find Chen'er, so our Yang family will be perfect again!"
Chapter completed!