Not to mention that Old Yangtou was so distressed that he almost died, and everyone who saw him was also worried.

Everyone has the same doubt in their minds: Where has this guy gone? What has he been through to make himself look like this!

Yang Huazhong was also present, and he knew what was going on. But on the outside, like the villagers around him who came to watch the excitement, he was also full of question marks.

Faced with Lao Yangtou's cries and inquiries, he didn't know anything about it, so the most knowledgeable person at the scene was the villager who brought Yang Yongxian back.

"...My mother-in-law and I were going to cut firewood in the mountains. As soon as we passed a hillside, we saw a man lying under a tree. We thought he was a beggar, but when we saw that the man was motionless, we thought he was a beggar who died there.

I went over to take a look and found out it was Yongxian."

"I touched his nose and there was breath. I called him but he couldn't wake up, so I had to carry him back..."

Lao Yang held the hands of the villagers who spoke and burst into tears.

"Tie Zhu, you are the great benefactor of my old Yang family. If my legs and feet weren't so weak that I couldn't stand up, I would have knelt down and kowtowed to you. Thank you for sending Yongxian back to my family and not letting him be wild in the mountains.

Dog Chew, thank you very much..."

"Dad, Lao Yang, don't be like this. We are all fellow villagers, as we should."

Old Yangtou then said to the villagers who came to watch: "Folks, my Yongxian is also a victim. The government has come to solve the case. This matter was caused by the fire caused by Sanwu lighting a candle himself."

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"Old man, I am lucky enough to escape the disaster by not being at home at night. My Yongxian was not in the house because of the blessing of our ancestors. Now my Yongxian has finally come back. It must have been his good deeds of building bridges and paving roads for everyone."

With the blessing of the gods, don’t you think so?”

Why do you guys have the nerve to say no to your face?

What's more, after an investigation by the government, Yang Yongxian was indeed cleared of the suspicion of arson. Strictly speaking, Yang Yongxian was indeed a victim.

Yang Huazhong also came over and said a few words of thanks to the villager. Uncle Fu and Wangsheng and his son carried the medical box and entered the door. Yang Huazhong then dismissed the villagers who came to watch the excitement, and led Uncle Fu and his son into the house to give Yang Yongxian

Diagnosis and treatment...

At night, people from all rooms of Lao Yang's family, as well as relatives, came to Yang Huazhong's house in waves to visit Yang Yongxian.

Yang Ruoqing would definitely not miss such a good opportunity, so she came with Luo Fengtang.

Yang Yongxian was placed in the guest room where Old Yangtou lived. There were two beds side by side, with a small table in the middle. On the small table were a stack of medicine bags, a teapot and two teacups.

Yang Yongxian lay straight on the bed, his eyebrows closed.

Mrs. Tan sat sideways on the edge of the bed, pricking up her ears to listen to the sound, her hand covered with age spots tightly grasping one of Yang Yongxian's hands.

In front of the bed, Old Yang was sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes also turning on Yang Yongxian.

Next to them stood Yang Huazhong, Yang Huaming and others.

Sun, Bao Suyun, Yang Huamei and other female relatives were also there. They all sat at a distance with stools and talked in low voices.

When Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang came in, Yang Yongxian, who was just lying on the bed, broke out into a cough, which tugged at the hearts of Old Yang and Tan.

"Yongxian, how are you? Are you awake?" Mrs. Tan couldn't see but listened, so she went along Yang Yongxian's back to pat and caress him while asking.

Old Yangtou could see it and said hurriedly: "Wake up, wake up, the eldest grandson has opened his eyes."

Tan said: "With the blessing of Bodhisattva, I have saved my life."

Yang Huazhong handed over a bowl: "Yongxian, drink some water to moisten your throat. This cough will definitely make your throat uncomfortable."

"Yes, yes, come on, can Yongxian sit up? Take a drink of water." asked Tan.

Yang Yongxian lay there, shook his head, and said in a hoarse voice: "I can't sit up. I'm so weak that I have to be supported by someone to sit down and drink water..."

Tan was stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "I can't see and can't help. Who among you can help Yongxian?"

As the old lady asked, she moved her body to the side, and several voices sounded at the same time.

Finally, Yang Yongzhi came over. He helped Yang Yongxian sit up, and Yang Huazhong leaned down and fed Yang Yongxian some water.

After taking a few sips, Yang Yongxian stopped drinking. He leaned there panting and scanned the faces of the people in front of him with half-squinted eyes.

Old Yang leaned over, his eyes were pressed into triangular shapes by deep wrinkles, and his eyelids were drooped. Coupled with the bags under his eyes that had appeared after not sleeping well in the past few days, his whole face looked so swollen, and his eyes looked so good.

turbid.

"Yongxian, where have you been during these days..."

As soon as Lao Yangtou spoke, Yang Yongxian suddenly frowned and covered his mouth.

Old Yangtou became even more nervous when he saw this, and pushed the wheelchair closer again: "Yongxian, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Tell me, I call you doctor..."

Yang Yongxian shook his head. He originally wanted to lie and say that he was not uncomfortable, but what he said out loud became: "Master, can you stay away from me when you talk? Your bad breath almost kills me..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly covered his mouth, his eyes widening in fear.

what's the situation?

Why did he say everything he was thinking? He had no intention of saying it!

Old Yangtou didn't hear clearly at first, but it wasn't until Yang Huaming's smile came from behind that Old Yangtou realized it.

His old face was slightly red and a little sulky, but he couldn't bear to lose his temper with Yang Yongxian, so he said with a bitter face: "I am old, I have smoked dry cigarettes and drank alcohol all my life, and the smell in my mouth is not good, so it doesn't matter.

The big deal is, but you, where have you been all this time? Our house was burned down by San Wu, do you know that?"

Old Yangtou learned his lesson this time and didn't move forward anymore. He just sat there and asked questions.

Yang Yongxian was stunned and leaned forward suddenly: "What? The house burned down? Master Sanwu can't burn down the house!"

"Why is it impossible? That stupid guy burned himself to death!" Old Yangtou said angrily.

Yang Yongxian was dumbfounded, "No, I don't believe it, I want to see it!"

He struggled to get off the ground and was held down by Yang Yongzhi.

"Brother, how many steps can you walk like this? I didn't lie to you. Sanwu really set fire to the house and he couldn't come out. The government came to investigate and closed the case.

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Yang Yongxian stared at Yang Yongzhi with a pair of blood-red eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "The government knows nothing. Master Sanwu is an expert from Nanyang. He can communicate with gods. How could he set fire? Even if it catches fire, he will not do it."

Damn, he is a god!"

Yang Yongzhi shook his head, "If you don't believe it, I'm too lazy to explain it to you. I'll leave the facts wherever they are."
Chapter completed!