Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 7223 Nine Dead Lives

Changping Village.

The ghostly appearance of old Yang bleeding from the seven holes in his head not only scared the daughters-in-law to half their lives, but even Yang Huazhong and the others who were guarding by the side were scared pale.

Yang Huaming was even more pissed off, and subconsciously ran to the door of the house, shouting: "Oh my god, hell, hell..."

Uncle Fu was still twisting the silver needle in his hand and couldn't move his hands. Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang also pressed the hands and feet of Old Yangtou, because he was still twitching, but the amplitude became smaller.

Wang Sheng leaned over and put a finger under Old Yang's nose.

"No, I'm out of breath..."

"What?"

The silver needle in Forbe's hand fell to the ground, and his mind went blank.

At this time Luo Fengtang also let go of his hand and came to the old man, instead of sniffing the old man, he put his hand on the side of the old man's neck.

"There's still a pulse."

This sound made Fu Bo regain his soul in an instant.

"Let me take a look."

Luo Fengtang stepped aside and let Uncle Fu diagnose Old Yang.

"Quick, help him sit up, I have to prick his back and chest."

At this time, the rest of the old Yang's family was paralyzed from fright, and they all stared at the bed anxiously and terrified. The great panic prevented Yang Huazhong and the others from even thinking about helping them.

Fortunately, Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing could still keep calm, they cooperated with Uncle Fu to help Old Yang to sit up.

Although the old Yangtou still had a weak pulse at this time, he was no different from a dead person sitting there, his neck could not support his head at all.

Luo Fengtang supported Old Yang Tou to prevent him from falling down, Yang Ruoqing took off Old Yang Tou's shirt, exposing his back.

Not to mention, the old man's body is really tough. He is over 70 years old, and the flesh on his back is still very strong and mellow. A layer of wrinkled skin remains.

If such an old man does not commit suicide by taking poison, he will live for another ten years.

Must, must work hard to rescue the old man.

Uncle Fu twirled the needle and pierced a certain acupuncture point on Lao Yangtou's back several times, but he couldn't get in.

"It seems that I am also getting old..."

Cold sweat broke out on Uncle Forbe's forehead, it was urgent, he was no longer what he used to be, and his strength was not enough.

As for Wang Sheng, who is in his prime, he is obviously not as good as his father in terms of medical skills and clinical psychological adaptability.

"Hurry up, the pulse is getting weaker." Luo Fengtang said suddenly.

Uncle Fu's face turned white again and again, just when he was about to say "I'm ashamed..." This sentence is likely to smash his own signboard, Yang Ruoqing suddenly took the silver needle in his hand.

"I'll try."

Uncle Fu nodded and told Yang Ruoqing the exact location of that acupuncture point.

Although Yang Ruoqing didn't study medicine, she was a secret agent in her previous life, so she still knows the structure of the human body very well.

At that moment, she took a deep breath, pouring all her senses and attention on the silver needle in her hand, and followed Fuber's guidance inch by inch, rotating, slowly but steadily pushing Lao Yang's head thick back...

The room was strangely quiet, everyone was staring at it, even the loudest Mrs. Liu tightly covered her mouth...

The body of Lao Yang, who had not moved for a long time, shook violently, and suddenly opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of black blood.

This was just the beginning, and then he opened his eyes again, and vomited violently on the bed and the floor. Immediately, the room became a garbage disposal plant, with all kinds of smells that challenged the limit of human sense of smell intertwined. Together, they destroy everyone like a biological weapon.

"I can't take it anymore, I leave it to you here."

Yang Ruoqing covered her mouth and nose and rushed out of the room.

Luo Fengtang was worried about her, and hurriedly chased her out.

Seeing that the person was finally snatched back, Uncle Fu heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that it was not only Old Yang Tou who was dragged back from the gate of hell by Yang Ruoqing, but also himself.

Fu Bo gave Wang Sheng an encouraging look, and the father and son went into battle to start the follow-up rescue work.

Yang Huazhong and Yu Xingkui also quickly rolled up their sleeves and came over to help, while Sun and the others were busy boiling water, preparing ashes and brooms.

In the yard, Luo Fengtang watched Yang Ruoqing squatting in the corner retching until tears came out, his heart ached so badly.

Squatting beside her and stroking her back, handed her the handkerchief, "I knew you shouldn't have come here."

Yang Ruoqing's throat was hot, as if she had drunk two taels of soju.

She took the handkerchief he handed over and tried to squeeze a reassuring smile at him.

"I'm fine, I'll be fine in a while, don't worry."

Luo Fengtang did not believe this.

I have been pregnant for more than four months, and I have never seen her vomit like this. The big one suffered, and the small one in the stomach also suffered. "I'm almost there, let's go in."

Yang Ruoqing turned around and stood up, but Luo Fengtang pinched her wrist.

"It smells bad inside, so don't go in."

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, and said with a little pride: "I dragged my grandfather back from the gate of hell, why do I want to go in and see the fruits of my labor?"

Luo Fengtang had no choice but to take out the sachet from his bosom and put it in her hand, "Take this to cover your mouth and nose, maybe it will be better."

Yang Ruoqing looked at the sachet in her hand, and then glanced at the cold-faced man in front of her, feeling very happy.

For a straight steel man like him, don't expect him to have any accessories on his body.

However, he is willing to wear this sachet, and he still wears it next to his body, even though the flowers on it are poorly embroidered...

"These two mandarin ducks are so ugly, they look like two bald chickens. Why do you still bring this sachet?" She asked him deliberately pretending not to understand.

Luo Fengtang looked at the sachet cherishingly, "It doesn't matter if it's swimming in the water or running on the ground, you embroidered it, I don't even care about it."

Yang Ruoqing hooked her lips, a smile spilled from the corners of her lips.

"Well, after hearing a few sweet words, I suddenly feel comfortable all over. Let's go, let's go into the house and have a look."

She shook the sachet in her hand and pulled him back into the house.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the house, he heard the good-tempered Yang Huazhong roaring.

And it was still roaring at the old Yang who had just woken up.

"Father, are you confused? You actually teased us like this? What do you want? Are you satisfied with forcing us sons to death before you?"

Yang Huaming was also furious, and shouted angrily: "You obviously didn't take the rat poison, let's not talk about life and death, you have made us toss for so long, why are you so bad, old man?"

Yang Ruoqing was startled, what's going on?Even my father was so angry, what did I do again?
The two hurried into the room, and as soon as they entered, they saw Yang Huazhong standing by the bed, holding a paper bag in his hand.

There was still brown powder in the paper bag, which was spilled on the ground.

Yang Huaming yelled at the side: "Brother, give me the rat poison, I'll put it in his mouth, lie to us that he took the rat poison, and after a long time, he stole the rat poison, you old rat !"

(End of this chapter)