Tan had no choice but to compromise and urge Sun: "Slow down, call me if there is any situation!"

After Yang Huamei left, Tan said to Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing with a worried look on his face: "Mei'er must have something to hide from us!"

Yang Huazhong nodded, "If there is something wrong at home, she wouldn't be happy to say it, so don't force me to ask, everyone should save some face!"

As long as big things are passed, just turn a blind eye to small things. When the water is clear, there will be no fish.

Tan said again: "What kind of face does she want from us? No, it's hard for you to ask, I have to ask in detail!"

Yang Huazhong smiled helplessly, "Mom, why are you doing this?"

Tan snorted, turned his face and muttered in a low voice: "I don't feel relieved if I don't ask!"

Yang Huazhong had no choice but to remain silent.

Tan turned to Yang Ruoqing and said, "Qing'er, what do you think is wrong with your aunt?"

Yang Ruoqing thought for a while, "My dad said, it's best not to ask about other people's family affairs, unless my aunt is willing to tell you this. Otherwise, if we ask too much, it will make her embarrassed and embarrass herself."

Obviously, Yang Ruoqing's answer made Tan very dissatisfied.

"Oh, the truth is that, but I can't control it. If I don't ask, I will be stingy in my heart." Tan sighed, and while frustrated, he said a real thing.

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "My mother, I think the most urgent thing is to see if my aunt has any problems with her body. As for other matters, I can talk about them later."

"Is there any physical problem? What do you mean by Fatty?" Tan, in desperation, habitually called out Yang Ruoqing's nickname.

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes. Even if I have gained weight for two or three times in the late pregnancy, I am a real fat girl, but I am not happy to call you like this.

Which woman likes to be called fat?

Fat is the demon-suppressing talisman of all women, and it is the mortal enemy. Even if you are really fat, you can't say that you are fat, you have to say that you are full, full, feminine, young, and very cute...

When Tan saw Yang Ruoqing rolling his eyes, he immediately realized something and was a little embarrassed.

The old lady quickly changed her words and said, "I'm so anxious. When is this time, don't worry about me, the old lady! Only by being broad-minded and fat can you take care of your baby!"

Critical strike +2, Yang Ruoqing almost vomited out a mouthful of blood.

When Yang Huazhong, who was standing beside him, gave Tan's wink and laughed at Yang Ruoqing, "Be good, don't be serious with your mother. She has no malice. The old man is used to it and it's hard to change his words when he gets older. You are not fat, and your mother even says you're losing weight!"

Yang Ruoqing turned her head to see Yang Huazhong, thinking that even if I gained ten pounds on this basis, my mother would say that I was just right and barely met the standard...

So she didn't want to defend herself on this issue. But she didn't bother with Tan anymore, but said to them:

"I saw my aunt's condition before, but she was not very good. I suspect something might have been wrong with her body."

"My aunt's complexion is obviously wrong, and she is walking just now is not normal. Ordinary stomachache may be caused by catching a cold or eating the wrong thing. Squatting down in the toilet can basically solve the problem."

"If squatting in the toilet cannot solve the problem, it may be a problem in other aspects. Let's see the situation later. If it doesn't work, please come and take your pulse. It's so worry!"

When Tan heard this, he almost collapsed. The blood on his face faded into paler than Yang Huamei's face.

Yang Huazhong also frowned.

He believed in his daughter. If she hadn't really had some guesses, she wouldn't have said these words to scare them.

"Mom, don't panic now. Maybe Mei'er will be better later?" Yang Huazhong held his mind calmly and comforted Tan.

Tan could not listen to those things at this moment, and she couldn't sit still, so she simply got up and went to the backyard: "This doesn't work, I have to go to the toilet and take a look!"

Before Mrs. Tan could reach the back door, he heard Sun's shouts coming from the direction of the backyard toilet: "Come on, come on, come on!"

The three people in the main hall really said that the "old, weak, sick and disabled" gathered together.

The one who walks the most agile is actually Tan!

Yang Ruoqing supported Yang Huazhong and followed behind. When she arrived at the backyard, she saw Yang Huamei sitting under the wall on the west side of the kitchen, covering her belly with her hands, tilting her head, her eyes closed, and her lips turned blue.

Sun was standing beside her, panicked and at a loss.

Tan staggered to Yang Huamei, leaned down and held Yang Huamei's shoulder and shook it. Then he touched Yang Huamei's forehead and shouted: "Mei'er, Mei'er, what's wrong with you, my good daughter? Open your eyes and look at your mother!"

"Milk, don't shake like that, it will cause death!"

Yang Ruoqing followed behind and saw Tan's technique and hurriedly stopped him loudly.

"What should I do that? She didn't realize it!" Tan's tone changed. Yang Ruoqing came to the Yang family for so many years, and the first time she saw Tan's panic in such a defeat.

The movement in the yard alarmed the Luo family yard next door, and Luo Fengtang climbed over the yard wall.

"Qing'er, what happened?"

As soon as Luo Fengtang's feet landed, he rushed straight to Yang Ruoqing, and looked at her nervously.

Yang Ruoqing knew that he had misunderstood and thought that it was her fault, so she quickly waved her hand and said, "I'm fine, it's my aunt, she suddenly fainted!"

After confirming that his wife was fine, Luo Fengtang discovered Yang Huamei sitting beneath the wall of the kitchen.

"What's wrong with your aunt?"

"I'm dizzy, Tang Jizi, please take her to my house quickly, and then invite Wangsheng over!"

...

Yang Huamei was temporarily placed in the boudoir where Yang Ruoqing lived before her marriage. Wangsheng diagnosed her in the house, while Tan and Sun stayed in the house.

Outside the door of the house, Yang Ruoqing and the others were all there. When Old Yang came back from visiting the house, he rushed to the backyard without stopping and pushed the wheelchair to guard the door with anxiety.

Luo Fengtang went to the house to bring two stools, one for Yang Huazhong and the other for Yang Ruoqing.

"Sit down and wait," he said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, sat down carefully with her belly like a big ball, and Luo Fengtang stood beside her.

Perhaps feeling her a little nervous, Luo Fengtang gently put one hand on her shoulder.

Yang Ruoqing reached out and grabbed his hand and looked up at him.

He just looked down at her and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, your aunt will be fine."

Yang Ruoqing knew that he was a comforting word, but she still chuckled at him, then turned her head and stared at the empty door, thinking about something.

After waiting for a while, the door opened and Sun leaned over.

Everyone guarding the door moved with the door opening action, and an invisible but very solemn airflow in the air was also stirred by Sun's door opening action.

"How is it? Is it okay?" Old Yang was guarding the nearest place, and he couldn't wait to ask.

Sun said: "It's almost done,"

Then she looked at Yang Ruoqing, "Qing'er, Wangsheng asked you to come in and have something to say to you."
Chapter completed!