Tan's croaking and croaking made Old Yangtou speechless.

Well, in front of a real grandson, a great-grandson...that's all.

Old Yang was silent, leaning there and breathing heavily.

Zhao Liuer quickly turned around and poured a bowl of tea over: "Master, take a sip of tea and take a breath."

When the tea arrived, Lao Yangtou took a sip. He coughed violently and couldn't hold the teacup firmly.

Bao Suyun hurried over to remove the tea bowl, while Zhao Liuer and Tan gently patted Lao Yangtou on the back to help him calm down.

Yang Ruoqing stood aside and looked at Old Yangtou. After he got better, the others moved away and Yang Ruoqing came to the bedside.

"Master, please reach out your hand and I'll take your pulse." Yang Ruoqing said.

Old Yang was startled for a moment, but then he stretched out his hand.

Yang Ruoqing leaned down, put her hand on Lao Yangtou's wrist, and carefully felt the pulse.

Beside, everyone else remained silent and waited with bated breath.

Lao Yangtou was so tense that he was so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

"Master, you can breathe however you want. You don't have to hold it in, and don't be nervous." Yang Ruoqing said.

Old Yangtou just started breathing again...

With this breath, Yang Ruoqing became more convinced of her guess.

She slowly withdrew her hand and said to Lao Yangtou: "Master, there is something wrong with your throat. You can't touch this smoking, drinking, and spicy person again in the future."

"What's wrong? What's wrong with your father?"

Before Lao Yangtou could say anything, Tan asked first.

"Tobacco and alcohol are your father's lifeblood. He has been doing it all his life. Spicy is a good dish for your father's meals. You can do without fish and meat, but spicy is indispensable!" Mrs. Tan continued.

Old Yangtou said: "Old lady, don't say anything yet, let Qing'er do the talking!"

"Qing'er, what disease am I suffering from? Is it fatal?" he asked in a trembling voice.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Master, your throat is not very good. At this age, you have to quit smoking, drinking and spicy food. Otherwise, it will be more difficult to breathe in the future and your cough will get worse."

Old Yangtou said: "I have a cough every year. It gets worse when the weather is cold. It will get better when the weather warms up. Logically... it shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "It won't affect your life, but it will cause trouble for people. If you keep coughing like this, your throat will be damaged. When the time comes, the cough will make people unable to sleep well and eat well."

"Day by day, my body will lose weight rapidly. I could have lived to be seventy or eighty years old, but then...right? You should understand what I mean!" she said.

After hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Old Yangtou's nervousness eased a little.

He smiled a little awkwardly and said: "That's all, I'm already sixty-five or sixty-six, I guess it will be good if I live to be seventy."

"The people in our village who could live to seventy in the past can be counted with one hand. Even if I leave now, I have lived long enough!" He laughed at himself.

Tan said: "Crow's Mouth, don't talk nonsense, you want to live a long life!"

Old Yangtou said: "I'm not a turtle bastard, I won't live to be a hundred!"

Tan said: "Stop talking so much, I'll ask Qing'er to grab some medicine for you to take first. I'll put away the cigarettes and alcohol for a while. It won't be too late to do it after my throat gets better!"

Old Yangtou said: "Oh, those two things are my life. If you want me to let them go, it will cost me my life. It's better to just let me die!"

Mrs. Tan spat and said anxiously: "You damn old man, I told you to stop being so talkative, what are you talking about?"

"If you die and leave me as a blind old woman, will I still have a living head?"

"If you want to die, let me die first, really!"

Mrs. Tan lowered her face, turned and sat aside, sulking.

Seeing that Mrs. Tan was really angry, Old Yangtou didn't dare to joke anymore.

He said hurriedly: "Okay, okay, I will listen to Qing'er and take medicine and quit smoking and drinking first. Old lady, aren't you angry now?"

"What? Are you still angry? Look at how angry my old woman is. I, a sick person, have to coax her back, hey!" Old Yangtou joked.

Mrs. Tan turned around and said angrily: "Okay, okay, I can't show my face in front of the juniors, so what, Qing'er, remember to grab some medicine for your father when you get back!"

Yang Ruoqing, who was watching the old couple's flirtation with great interest, was suddenly brought back to attention by Tan's words.

"Well, I'll go find Uncle Fu later and ask him to give my father a follow-up examination and then prescribe medicine," she said.

Old Yang nodded and told Mrs. Tan: "Old lady, first give Qing'er the money you need to pay for medical treatment..."

Mrs. Tan moved her butt from the stool, as if she wanted to get up but didn't get up yet.

How could Yang Ruoqing not understand Tan's body language?

"Master, there's no need. It only costs a few dollars to get the medicine. It's mine," she said.

Before Old Yang could say anything, Mr. Tan was the first to say, "Qing'er is so sensible. One granddaughter is worth ten grandsons. Your father and I have not loved her in vain!"

Yang Ruoqing has black lines all over her head.

Behind them, Bao Suyun and Zhao Liuer were also dumbfounded.

When did Lao Yangtou and Mr. Tan hurt Yang Ruoqing? It must have been in a dream!

…

After Yang Huaming came back from Chen's house, he came to sit with Yang Huazhong again.

Yang Ruoqing happened to be discussing the condition of Lao Yangtou's throat with Yang Huazhong. Seeing Yang Huaming come in, Yang Huazhong quickly said to Yang Huaming: "You came just in time. I was just discussing with Qing'er about my father's throat."

"Let Uncle Fu prescribe some medicine to take first. If it doesn't work, you have to go to the big medical clinic in the county to have a good look at it."

Yang Huaming was stunned, "What's going on with our dad? Why didn't I know he was sick?"

Yang Huazhong said: "My father's throat is always coughing. Today Qing'er and the others went to see him. He was coughing so much that he couldn't even speak!"

"Ah?" Yang Huaming opened his eyes in surprise, "Third brother, what's going on? Could it be that you were angry with me last afternoon?"

"Speaking of which, am I still so capable of making dad so angry that his throat breaks? I, I..."

"It has nothing to do with you anymore. It's probably an old disease caused by adulthood, and it's been extremely cold this winter. After all, I'm an older person!" Yang Huazhong sighed.

Yang Huaming secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that it had nothing to do with him.

"Third brother, our father's disease should be treated as it should be. By the way, how much does it cost to see Uncle Fu for the medicine? I will pay it to Qing'er right now..."

As he spoke, he took out a handful of money, including broken silver and some copper coins.

Yang Ruoqing said: "It's fifty-six cents in total. Fourth uncle, you don't need to give me the medicine money for this trip. I've already told my grandma that it's only a few dozen cents, forget it."

When the old Yang family was separated, it was clearly written in black and white. The old couple took turns living with their sons every month. The food, drink, and diarrhea of ​​the month, the money for clothes in time for the change of seasons, or the money for medicine when sick, all came from that month.

One room is provided.

Therefore, Yang Ruoqing's behavior was an advance payment. The old couple happened to be living in the fourth room this month, so Yang Huaming proposed to settle the money to Yang Ruoqing.

"Forget it, just these tens of pennies," Yang Ruoqing said, "If my father takes medicine and his throat gets better, that will be great."

"If it doesn't work, or if it gets worse, you have to send it to the county hospital."

"When the time comes, we will all come and share."

Yang Ruoqing then said again.

This was also discussed during the separation.

Because if he was sent to the county hospital, the medical expenses would be at least 500 cents.
Chapter completed!