Yang Huaming walked to Yang Huaan with his child in his arms.

Seeing Yang Huaan holding on to the wall, he turned sideways to hide.

Yang Huaming's suppressed anger suddenly burst out.

"Your son, you have hugged him!"

He thrust the child into Yang Huaan's arms, turned around and left.

Yang Huaan took the child and saw the child's face at a glance.

He screamed, as if he saw a ghost, closed his eyes, raised his hand, and threw the child aside...

"ah!"

"Don't!"

Both Lao Yangtou and Yang Huaming saw it.

Watching helplessly, the child was about to be thrown to the ground by Yang Huaan and fell to death.

Both father and son were frightened, but neither of them had time to pick him up.

At this moment, a figure flashed past the door of the house.

When Lao Yangtou and the others saw clearly again, they saw Yang Ruoqing standing at the door of the house.

In her arms, she held a carrot bag.

It was the child who was thrown out by Yang Huaan.

This side of the door.

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and lifted a corner of the cloth covering the child's head.

"hiss……"

Even though she had seen many strange things, she couldn't help but take a breath.

No wonder Mrs. Sun was so frightened after she returned home that she refused to say anything about what the child looked like.

No wonder she heard a quarrel inside as soon as she walked to the door of this house.

No wonder Yang Huaan wanted to throw out his own flesh and blood and beat him to death.

It turned out that this child had a harelip.

The extent of the crack is so big.

The crack started under the nose and extended all the way to the mouth.

The two sides are so wide that at first glance, it looks like a face has been split in half.

The bright red gums inside are exposed, and when crying, the little tongue wriggles slightly.

What a little monster!

"Qing'er, fortunately you caught it!"

A figure rushed to him.

Yang Ruoqing raised her head and it was her fourth uncle Yang Huaming.

The man's face looked anxious.

He took the child from Yang Ruoqing's arms, held it in his arms, turned around and hurried back to the house.

Yang Ruoqing came to her senses and followed her into the house.

In the room, Yang Huaming held the child and came to Lao Yangtou.

The man glanced at the child in his arms, with confusion and struggle on his face.

Finally, everything became firm.

He raised his head and said to Lao Yang: "Dad, this child is not lost. I recognize him and I will raise him!"

Old Yang was startled for a moment, thinking he heard wrongly.

Yang Huaan also raised his head suddenly and looked at Yang Huaming in shock.

"What did you say? Say it again?" Old Yangtou asked.

Yang Huaming took a deep breath and said, "Come and reincarnate my fourth room. After all, you are destined to be my fourth room, and you will have one life after all!"

"Although he is not my biological child, in the final analysis he is related to me by blood."

"Keep this child, I will raise him as my own son and let him have food and clothing for the rest of his life!" Yang Huaming said.

Old Yangtou understood, but was dumbfounded.

Yang Huaan had a look of astonishment on his face, but in the end, he lowered his head in frustration and said nothing.

Mrs. Tan couldn't wait to pick up the crutch at hand and wanted to hit Yang Huaming.

"This is a god of plague and a disaster star. If he stays, it will bring misfortune to our old Yang family..."

The crutch fell on Yang Huaming's back, making a loud thud.

Yang Huaming protected the child with his own body and knelt down in front of Lao Yangtou and Mrs. Tan.

"Father, mother, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Please let me keep this child!"

Old Yangtou was still silent.

Mr. Tan continued to fight, gritting his teeth.

It seemed that if Yang Huaming didn't let go, she would beat him to death.

A stick was about to fall on the back of Yang Huaming's head, but suddenly, it was held by a hand.

"Okay, I hit you, how dare you hide?"

Tan was furious.

"Fourth uncle didn't hide, it was me!" Yang Ruoqing said.

"You are blind and can't see. If you catch me, I'll beat you. If you hit me with this stick, my fourth uncle's skull will be split open!"

Yang Ruoqing said displeased.

Mrs. Tan spat: "You are so stubborn and stubborn. If you beat me to death, I will not be alive!"

Yang Ruoqing sneered: "Tiger poison can't even eat its seeds. Why do you like white-haired people so much to give black-haired people to you?"

"Okay, then I won't stop you, you hit me, you beat me, you beat me to death!"

Yang Ruoqing really gave up and stepped aside.

Tan's crutch hung above Yang Huaming's head, but it did not fall down again.

"Humph, I don't care, I don't care, you can fix it as you like!"

Mrs. Tan spat, put away her crutch, kicked out of the west room and went back to her own east room opposite.

In this room, Yang Huaming glanced at Yang Ruoqing gratefully.

Then, the man turned around and knelt in front of Lao Yangtou without getting up.

Old Yangtou looked at Yang Huaming and then at the child in his arms.

After a while, the old man let out a long sigh.

"That's all, then just keep it. If you regret it in the future, don't blame me for not reminding you today!"

After saying these words, Old Yangtou also turned around and left the house.

Yang Hua'an quickly followed Lao Yangtou and escaped from the house, not daring to stay for a moment longer.

Yang Ruoqing took her eyes away from Mrs. Liu who was still wrapped in the quilt and shivering on the bed, and fell on Yang Huaming.

"Fourth uncle, get up."

She came over and helped Yang Huaming up from the ground.

"Fourth uncle, you have to think clearly." She said loudly.

"When you raise him, not only do you have to bear the rumors around you, but he himself also has to bear a lot of pressure."

"After all, this appearance is too disgraceful..." she said.

Yang Huaming raised his eyes and looked at Yang Ruoqing sincerely.

"Qing'er, you have medical skills. You can make your father's legs stand up, and you can also bring Mother Shuanzi back to life."

"Can you save this child?"

Faced with Yang Huaming's request, Yang Ruoqing frowned.

Then, she shook her head without hesitation.

"As long as I can remedy it, I will never stand idly by," she said.

"It's really beyond my ability. Even the best doctor in Daqi will probably have a hard time restoring this child."
To be continued...