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 had a solemn look on his face: "My daughter was really right, Lao Wu's forehead is like charcoal fire!"
Chapter completed!