"Doctor Xu, they are all laymen, so forget it if they don't understand."

She continued.

"You should understand what I'm saying."

"It won't work if you tie it like this. You have to install a small splint inside the strap."

"Even if you find a few chopsticks to tie them together, it's better than tying them like this!"

"If the bones are misaligned again, it will cause inflammation of the surrounding skin and soft tissues."

"My uncle's arms will be swollen and he will have a high fever, which will make it more troublesome!"

She said with a serious face.

Uncle Wu really felt sorry for her, and she couldn't let him suffer anymore.

Over there, Doctor Xu frowned when he heard Yang Ruoqing's words.

Isn't this little girl too alarmist?

In the more than ten years since his debut, he has been straightening people's bones like this.

I haven’t seen anyone yet!

Otherwise, just stuff two chopsticks inside? It's better to be careful?

But--

Seeing the looks in the eyes of the people in this room, Dr. Xu hesitated.

If you go looking for chopsticks at this time, wouldn't you be destroying your own brand?

If it doesn't work, just do it the old way.

Seeing that Yang Ruoqing was still insisting, Doctor Xu deliberately lowered his face.

"This bone can't be straightened. Please find someone else!"

He was about to leave, but was stopped by Yang Hualin.

"Doctor Xu, don't talk to her. Just treat her as she should be treated!"

Old Yangtou also had a displeased look on his face, and said to Yang Huazhong with a dark face: "Lao San, you take your daughter and stay outside for a while, then come in after you finish it!"

Yang Huazhong frowned and said to Yang Ruoqing: "Daughter, your kindness is ignored, let's come out!"

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Uncle Wu who was in pain and was a little confused on the bed.

He sighed and turned around and left the house.

Treat your kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs, let them toss it around!

The father and daughter came out with their front legs, and the door of the house was closed hard with their back legs.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the closed door and laughed angrily.

good very good.

If you are dragging your feet now, if things get serious later, don’t cry like me!

"Dad, brother, I'm afraid it won't be here for a while, let's go get something to eat first and then come back?"

She greeted Yang Huazhong and Yang Yongxian.

"That's fine."

The three of them left the hospital and sat down at a nearby breakfast shop.

She ordered a bowl of shredded pork noodles for Yang Huazhong.

Since Yang Yongxian got motion sick, she ordered him a bowl of sweet potato porridge and two white-flour steamed buns.

As for herself, she just drank a bowl of porridge.

With Uncle Wu in mind, Yang Ruoqing really had no appetite.

Yang Huazhong looked worried and asked Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, is it true that Dr. Xu's binding method is not effective?"

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

"I'm worried about Uncle Wu."

She said, stirring the porridge in the bowl absentmindedly with the chopsticks in her hand.

Yang Yongxian also put down his chopsticks and frowned.

"I hope nothing goes wrong," he said.

Yang Ruoqing twitched her lips.

Either there won't be any trouble, or if it does, it won't be a big deal.

Oh, I hope, I hope God bless me.

May Dr. Xu, the stubborn, pedantic and face-saving doctor, be lucky enough to pass the test!

Also bless my fifth uncle who will suffer less!

After the three of them had eaten, Yang Ruoqing went to pay the bill, which was a total of fifteen cents.

She added another five cents and asked the waiter to make five buns and take them with her.

The three people returned to the hospital.

Old Yangtou, Yang Hua'an, Yang Hualin and Yang Yongjin were all standing or squatting at the door of the house.

Seeing Yang Huazhong and the others coming back, Yang Hualin asked: "Third brother, where have you been?"

Yang Huazhong said: "I went to have breakfast."

Yang Hualin's eyes immediately turned on the hands of Yang Huazhong and the others.

Seeing the oil paper bag held in Yang Ruoqing's hand, Yang Hualin's eyes instantly lit up.

Then I saw Yang Ruoqing opening the oil paper bag, taking out a hot steamed bun and handing it to Yang Yongjin.

Yang Hualin even narrowed his eyes with a smile: "Fat girl is not bad, she also knows how to bring us food."

He said, reaching out to Yang Ruoqing to pick up the buns...

Yang Ruoqing ignored his extended hand.

He closed the oil paper bag and stuffed it back into his arms.

Yang Hualin was dumbfounded and stood up.

"Fat Ya, what do you mean? Why are you giving Yongjin the buns but not us?"

he asked loudly.

Yang Ruoqing twitched her lips.

"The buns I bought with my money can be given to whomever I like. Second uncle, you have no control over them!"

"Ouch!" Yang Hualin fell back in anger.

He yelled at Yang Huazhong: "You guys, third brother, are not being honest, are you? You have enough to eat and drink, but we are still hungry..."

Yang Huazhong said with an innocent face: "Qing'er keeps all my family's money, so I can't do anything about it!"

Yang Hualin rolled his eyes in anger and complained to Old Yang Touna again.

Old Yangtou had a lot of things on his mind, and he was very impatient when he heard these trivial things.

"When has it been? Are you still worrying about how many bites to eat? You have no future!"

Old Yangtou shouted angrily in a deep voice.

Yang Hualin closed his mouth angrily.

He watched eagerly as Yang Yongjin opened the bun and handed half of it to Yang Huaan.

Yang Hualin swallowed.

He came in a hurry and didn't bring any money with him.

The money is all in Lao Yangtou's hands. I'm so hungry!

"Dad, don't say anything. Just give me a few pennies and let me buy two buns to fill my stomach!"

Yang Hualin said again.

Over there, Old Yangtou said in a deep voice: "We are still eating steamed buns. Our family is about to break the pot and sell iron to drink the northwest wind!"

Yang Hualin said: "It's not that serious. Didn't we discuss it with Wang Hongquan before? Wang Shuanzi can at most pay two taels of silver to settle the matter."

"I just asked about Lao Wu's medical expenses. Five hundred cents is enough to survive!"

Old Yang Tou gave Yang Hualin a look: "I was robbed of two taels of silver by bandits. The carriage and horse shop had to pay for the stolen horses!"

"That horse costs fifteen or sixty taels of silver! Our family is completely empty!"

Old Yangtou sighed, his old face becoming more and more haggard!

The rest of Lao Yang's family remained silent.

Yang Hualin no longer calls for steamed buns.

Everyone was silent, the sun was rising slowly from the east, but the atmosphere was strangely depressing.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes flashed. Is a bay-red horse worth fifteen taels of silver?

Should I... resell it?

At this moment, the door of the house suddenly opened.

A clerk from the hospital ran out in a panic.

Everyone gathered around him hurriedly.

"What's wrong?" Old Yangtou asked hurriedly.

When the young man saw this group of old and young men, he was a little afraid to say anything.

Yang Yongjin grabbed him by the collar: "Tell me, what's going on?"

The boy said: "The guy inside has a fever and his arm is swollen. I have to go find my master quickly..."

What?

Lao Yang's family was dumbfounded.

Leaving the little boy behind, everyone swarmed into the house.

Yang Ruoqing also followed in.

In the room, Yang Huazhou was lying on the bed, his face turned the color of pig liver.

His eyes were closed tightly, and there were bubbles of fire around his mouth.

He was still talking nonsense.

Yang Yongjin was so anxious that he almost cried, and said loudly: "Uncle Wu, what's going on? Wasn't it fine before?"

Yang Huazhong looked solemn: "My daughter was really right, my forehead is like charcoal fire!"
Chapter completed!