Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 10909

While Yang Ruoqing was helping Wang Cuilian on her way to Blacksmith Luo's house, she had already given instructions to Xingwang Hepingan and the secret guards.

Xingwang had already gone to the south of the village overnight to invite Uncle Fu and Wangsheng and his son.

The secret guards were already preparing carriages and related supplies, ready to take Blacksmith Luo to the big medical center in the town at any time.

Soon, Yang Ruoqing arrived at Blacksmith Luo's house.

Ping An stayed in the house to look after Blacksmith Luo. As soon as Yang Ruoqing entered the house, she smelled a sour smell of alcohol.

There was a pool of vomit on the ground in front of the bed. Ping An hadn't had time to clean it up because he was serving Blacksmith Luo by the bedside with a bowl of hot water to drink and rinse his mouth.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing come in, and Blacksmith Luo just took a few sips and didn't want to drink anymore, Ping An collected the tea bowl and prepared to clean up the vomit on the floor.

However, Yang Ruoqing raised her hand to stop him: "Wait a moment, wait until the doctor comes to take a look before cleaning up."

Ping An then took a dustpan and placed it upside down on the pile of things to avoid being stepped on by everyone.

Yang Ruoqing came to Blacksmith Luo's bedside, "Uncle, how do you feel now? Tell me."

Blacksmith Luo leaned there, panting, his face turned as red as pig liver, and his throat seemed to have a bellows, making a gurgling sound.

This kind of sound is particularly painful to the ears. Although it cannot be empathized with, Yang Ruoqing can imagine that the feeling of being short of breath and even about to suffocate is very torturous.

Because Blacksmith Luo struggled to speak when responding to Yang Ruoqing's inquiry: "I feel uncomfortable, my throat is itchy and painful..."

"There is phlegm, but I can't cough it up. I cough hard, until the insides are connected, as if my heart, liver, and lungs are being coughed out of my throat..."

There is still a feeling of panic, right?

Yang Ruoqing thought to herself that because of the feeling that her heart, liver, and lungs seemed to be pulled out of her throat, she had experienced severe internal injuries in her previous life when her heart and lungs were damaged.

Tiejiang Luo's underlying disease must have been triggered by drinking today. Now the inflammation has returned, and the two bowls of medicine he drank during the day can no longer suppress it.

"Uncle, don't panic, Uncle Fu and Wangsheng are on their way." Yang Ruoqing comforted Blacksmith Luo.

Wang Cuilian sat on the edge of the bed and wiped her tears.

Before, when Blacksmith Luo didn't have an attack, she would scold him very harshly, telling him that he shouldn't eat spicy food, especially not drink.

But when Blacksmith Luo really fell ill, Wang Cuilian was not only distressed but also distressed. All that was left was worry and tears.

Blacksmith Luo was exhausted from coughing at this time, and the unpleasant citrus in his throat was still intruding on him in waves.

So he didn't have the extra energy to talk about anything else. While waiting for the savior doctor, he closed his eyes and leaned on the pillow, huffing and puffing, gritting his teeth and silently fighting against the uncomfortable feeling.

As for Yang Ruoqing, she was not in the mood to comfort Wang Cuilian who was wiping her tears.

Although she showed calmness and composure on her face, all this was to reassure the second elder.

If she takes the lead in panic, then they will lose even more backbone.

However, although Yang Ruoqing was sitting by the bed, seemingly calm and calm, out of the corner of her eye she secretly glanced at the dirt covered by the dustpan on the ground beside the bed.

Although the room was lit with candles on the table, she believed her eyes were right.

When she entered the house, she took a quick look and saw that among the filth, apart from the incompletely digested food at night, she seemed to vaguely see a few streaks of blood...

Uncle vomited blood?

If this blood is caused by the rupture of capillaries in the throat caused by severe coughing, then it is not a big problem.

If this blood comes from the internal organs... it would really attract a lot of attention.

Hopefully it's the former. Soon, Fu Bo and Wang Sheng and his son came over together.

Wang Sheng was carrying a heavy medicine box, while Fu Bo was carried on Xing Wang's back.

Yang Ruoqing stood up and went over to greet her, "Uncle Fu, I woke you up so late at night. My uncle is really in a hurry..."

Blacksmith Luo was lying on the bed behind, listening and watching. Yang Ruoqing could not say the word 'serious', as this would increase the uncle's psychological burden and be detrimental to the treatment and recovery of the condition.

Uncle Fu got off Xingwang's back and waved his hand towards Yang Ruoqing: "If we don't talk about that now, let me take a pulse for the blacksmith brother first."

"Okay, please come this way."

While Yang Ruoqing moved Uncle Fu to the bedside, she ordered Ping An District to light the other two candles and lift them to the bedside. The room was suddenly as bright as day.

While Uncle Fu was taking Blacksmith Luo's pulse, Yang Ruoqing whispered a few words to Wang Sheng and removed the dustpan covered on the ground so that Wang Sheng could see it.

Wangsheng squatted down and identified it carefully.

Uncle Fu was also carefully diagnosing Blacksmith Luo. Everyone else in the room held their breath. Except for Blacksmith Luo's continued heavy breathing, the room was so quiet that there was no other sound.

After a while...

Uncle Fu retracted his hand, turned his head to look at Yang Ruoqing, and said: "The old problem has been triggered. I will first give Blacksmith acupuncture points to control the condition..."

Wangsheng said: "Dad..."

He whispered a few words into Fu Bo's ear and guided Fu Bo to look at the things on the ground.

Uncle Fu was getting older, a few years older than Blacksmith Luo, and his eyesight was no longer very good.

Most likely, he would judge the ground through Wang Sheng's narration...

Seeing Uncle Fu pause while speaking, this made Blacksmith Luo a little nervous. He lay there, opened his eyes, covered his chest that was sore from the shock of coughing, and looked nervously at the doctor and his son beside the bed. …

"Uncle Fu, Wangsheng, how are you? My situation is serious?" Blacksmith Luo couldn't help but ask, his expression was like that of a prisoner about to be sentenced to death, and his voice was trembling a little.

Uncle Fu whispered a few words to Wang Sheng. Wang Sheng nodded, gave Yang Ruoqing a look, and the two of them left the room one after another.

Only then did Uncle Fu turn his head and show a friendly smile to Blacksmith Luo.

But this smile fell so hard on Blacksmith Luo that he almost sent him away.

He struggled to sit up from the bed and grabbed Fu Bo's hand: "Brother Fu Bo, am I hopeless?"

Uncle Fu gently patted the back of Blacksmith Luo's hand, "Don't talk nonsense, it's an old habit..."

Blacksmith Luo shook his head vigorously, "No, no, no, don't comfort me. We have been friends for decades. If you have anything to say, just tell me and don't hide it from me!"

Beside her, Wang Cuilian was also grabbing the corners of her clothes, staring nervously at Uncle Fu, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

When Uncle Fu saw the couple like this, he smiled and said, "It's an old problem for the past five years, not a fatal disease."

"It's not a fatal disease? Then why do you want to separate Wangsheng and Qing'er?"

Wang Cuilian also nodded. Obviously, Uncle Fu's action of pushing them away just now not only made Blacksmith Luo's heart sink, but also made Wang Cuilian's heart twitch hard!

(End of this chapter)