Yang Huazhong didn't even bother to put on his clogs, so he grabbed a handful of bamboo hats, covered his head with them, and went out.

"Third brother, wait for me!" Yang Huaming shouted and chased after him.

Mrs. Sun was worried, so she held up an oil-paper umbrella and followed her to the old house.

In the old Yang family's old house, the two brothers Yang Huazhong had just arrived at the door of the main house and met Uncle Fu and his son who came out of the house.

"Uncle Fu, how is the situation in Yongxian?" Yang Huazhong asked.

Uncle Fu raised his hand and bowed to brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming: "You are blessed with great fortune and good luck. Everything is fine."

Brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming looked at each other, everything is okay?

"Are you able to jump around again?" Yang Huaming asked.

Fu Bo said: "Because I have been lying in bed for two or three months, my body and limbs will inevitably be a little stiff and uncoordinated when I first wake up, so I cannot get up directly. I have to step by step, first sitting, and then slowly practicing walking."

, Raise your hand, Yongxian is young, it will take more than a month to return to normal."

Yang Huazhong asked again: "He was like this because of a head injury before. So, can his head...can he continue to study?"

Fu Bo hesitated for a moment, "The human brain is the most complex and precise center, and it is also the most unpredictable, so I can't predict it. It depends on the subsequent recovery."

Yang Huazhong nodded, "A cow has grass all the way. As long as you follow the right path, work hard and endure hardship, you will never die of hunger."

I'm afraid that if he continues to think heresy, he will deserve to starve to death.

"Do I need to prescribe medicine?" Yang Huaming asked.

Uncle Fu shook his head: "No, no, he has gained weight while lying down. There is no need to take medicine at all."

Yang Huaming grinned, as long as he didn't need to prescribe medicine. He didn't want to pay for medicine for his eldest nephew. He was over thirty years old and he was very confused.

Being unconscious is a burden, and waking up is also worrying.

Yang Huaming thought about a lot of messy things, so much so that Uncle Fu finished talking to Yang Huazhong and left him before he came back to his senses.

"Third brother, you said that Yongxian has woken up now, and the Liao family..."

"Go and see Yongxian first, and we'll talk about the rest later." Yang Huazhong said in a deep voice, and then stepped into the room.

During this delay, Mrs. Sun had already arrived, closed her umbrella and followed them through the door.

In Yang Yongxian's room, he was lying on the bed, and many people were standing or sitting beside the bed.

There are Jin, Yang Yongqing, Sanyatou, Yang Huamei, Wang Hongquan...

Seeing brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming come in, everyone quickly made way for their brothers to come to the bed to talk to Yang Yongxian.

"Yongxian, are you awake? How do you feel now?" Yang Huazhong stood in front of the bed and asked Yang Yongxian, who was lying there with his eyes open and his face pale, but with a double chin.

When Yang Yongxian saw Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming approaching, he struggled to get up. But just as he raised his head like a turtle, his eyes suddenly turned black, and his head and body fell back again.

Yang Huazhong said quickly: "Just lie down. Don't move around when you wake up."

Yang Yongxian closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before regaining his breath.

"Third uncle, fourth uncle, I just heard from my aunt and Yongqing that I actually slept for nearly three months. During this time, I caused trouble to everyone. Yongxian feels ashamed..."

Yang Huazhong waved his hand, "Don't say that, just wake up..."

Yang Huaming also said: "If you really want to say this, tell your mother. She has been serving you every step of the way while you were sleeping, otherwise you would have fallen asleep long ago."

Yang Huazhong turned his head and glanced at Yang Huaming. Yang Huamei also coughed lightly and winked at Yang Huaming, indicating that he should not talk to Yongxian like that. After all, he had just woken up.

Yang Huaming grinned: "I'm telling the truth. Originally, my sister-in-law served me. We all have our own things to do, and we have to serve two noisy old men. How can we spare the time to take care of Yong?"

Immortal?"

Yang Huamei lowered her head, okay, let's just assume that her cough was a white cough. Anyway, she was a married daughter of the old Yang family. She didn't interfere or interfere in the affairs of her mother's family.

"Fourth brother, please stop saying a few words." Yang Huazhong glanced at Yang Huaming again and warned.

Yang Huaming shut up.

Yang Huazhong turned around and looked at Yang Yongxian: "How do you feel now?"

Yang Yongxian tried his best to feel it, and then smiled weakly at Yang Huazhong: "I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere, but I can't exert any strength. My hands and feet are all soft, just like a soft-footed shrimp."

Yang Huazhong nodded: "That's right. Uncle Fu should have told you before that your situation needs to recover slowly. Don't be anxious, everything will return to normal."

Yang Yongxian smiled gratefully: "Thank you, Third Uncle, for boosting my morale. My nephew will definitely overcome all difficulties and overcome them, and will not let Third Uncle down!"

As soon as Yang Huaming heard these eloquent words, acid suddenly surged up in his stomach.

Can’t you just talk nicely? Hey!

Yang Huazhong was obviously not used to Yang Yongxian's exaggerated way of speaking. He smiled and said, "That's good. You can go on to rest and let your mother get you some food later."

Yang Yongxian nodded. Seeing that Yang Huazhong seemed to be about to turn around and leave, he hurriedly called out to Yang Huazhong, "Third uncle, where is my father? Why didn't my father come over for such a big thing when I woke up?"

"What? You mean you are the elder and your father is the junior?" Yang Huaming couldn't help but find fault with this sentence again.

Yang Yongxian was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "No, no, no, fourth uncle, you misunderstood. Yongxian didn't mean that. Yongxian is a junior. What Yongxian meant was that my father cared about me so much, for fear that something would happen to me and I would fall into a coma.

My father must have been thinking a lot during those days. Now that I'm awake, he must have heard the noise, but he didn't come over. I'm worried that he is ill?"

Yang Huaming snapped his fingers: "Yongxian, no wonder your father is the only one who favors you among so many grandchildren. I think you and your father are really imaginary, and even have the same mind!"

"What do you mean, Fourth Uncle? Is my father really sick?" Yang Yongxian asked in a trembling voice, tears suddenly welling up in his eyes.

The people in this room were quarreling with each other, and Jin couldn't understand it. She only knew that Yang Yongxian looked like he was about to cry as he said this.

She was so frightened that she hurried to the bedside and raised her hand to wipe the corners of Yang Yongqian's eyes.

Yang Yongxian raised his hand and held Jin's hand, "Mother, my son is fine, mother, don't worry."

Mrs. Jin nodded, babbling a few times and stepped aside.

Yang Yongxian raised his eyes and looked at Yang Huaming: "Fourth uncle, my nephew is stupid, I hope my fourth uncle can clarify his doubts!"
Chapter completed!