"Thuanzi, why are you out here in the backyard so late at night? Aren't you sleeping?"

Yang Huazhong asked, quickly stepped forward to help Wang Zhuanzi into his own room.

There was light in the room. As they came in, everyone saw that Wang Zhuanzi's clothes were soaked, and he had a gash on his forehead bleeding onto the bluestone slab.

"I'm going back to the house to get some stuff to stop the bleeding."

Yang Ruqing said, turned to leave, and was stopped by Wang Zhuanzi.

“Qing’er, I'm not in a hurry. It was your younger aunt who had an accident.”

He raised his hand to cover the wound on his forehead and said urgently.

“Huh? What’s wrong with my younger sister-in-law?” Yang Ruqing asked.

Wang Shuanzi then told Yang Huamei's situation.

Yang Huazhong said, "Qing'er, you are the only one here who knows medicine. Go and see how your younger aunt is doing. I will prepare a boat to go to the Land Temple and bring over Old Village Doctor Fu Bo."

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After saying that, Yang Huazhong rushed out of the room.

Yang Ruqing frowned and glanced at the wound on Wang Zhuanzi's head: "I'll go get the medicine box first."

After finishing his words, he also ran out of the house.

In a short while, she came back carrying her medicine chest.

"Aunt Wu, where are my mother and Uncle Zhuan's father?"

She asked Bao Suyun who was standing at the doorway.

Bao Suyun said, "Your mother and Zhuanzi both went to Meier's house in the front yard. Let me leave a message for you, tell you to go there as soon as possible. I need to look after Mianmian, so I can't go."

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Yang Ruoqing nodded, carrying the medicine box and quickly went to the front courtyard.

The moment you stepped into Tan's house in the front yard, a sickeningly sour smell hit your nostrils.

Yang Ruqing endured the nausea and bravely walked in.

In the room, Tan sat beside the bed, holding Yang Huamei's hand tightly.

At her feet, a pool of filth.

In the house, Lao Yangtou, Wang Hongquan, Wang Shuanzi, and Sun Shi and Shuanzi's wife were all there.

When everyone saw Yang Ruqing enter, their eyes lit up.

Lao Yang was the first to speak: "Qing'er, you're just in time, come and see what's happened to your aunt!"

Yang Ruqing came to the bedside and glanced at Yang Huamei's appearance, surprised.

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This woman lay here, her face pale and her features contorted.

The corners of the mouth and cheeks were still stained with dirt that hadn't been wiped away.

Yang Ruqing didn't even have the courage to check her tongue coating herself.

"Little sister, stick out your tongue so I can take a look." Yang Ruqing said.

Yang Huamei, according to her words, really stuck out her tongue, which Yang Ruqing saw.

Yang Ruqing went to flip her eyelids again and glanced around.

Finally, she lifted her wrist and pressed it there.

"Qi and blood are weak…"

She had just uttered these four words when she was interrupted by Tan Shi from the side.

"Having eaten all day, I vomited it all up. How could I not be weak!" said Tan Shi.

Yang Ruqing said: "Mother, I'm tending to my aunt's illness right now. Can you wait a bit longer to talk? If you're so capable, come and do it yourself!"

Tán shi jìngle yī xià, yú shì bì le zuǐ.

Yang Ruqing turned her attention back to Yang Huamei.

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"This pulse..."

She pondered, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, showing a mixture of confusion, surprise, and uncertainty.

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At the edge, Lao Yang and his group stretched their necks to look, not daring to breathe.

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Until Yang Ruqing let go of Yang Huamei's arm and stood up beside her.

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Yang Huamei's pulse was very weak, but from her tongue coating and eyes, nothing could be seen in terms of internal or external injuries.

Looking at the mess on the ground, could it be that she's pregnant?

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As for external and internal injuries, Yang Ruqing is still quite familiar with them.

After fighting and killing so much, I've become half a doctor myself.

But when it comes to women's gynecology, she's only half-baked.

"Qing'er, how is your aunt? Nothing major happened, right?" Lao Yangtou leaned over and asked.

Yang Ruqing didn't dare to voice her guess easily.

After all, this is not my field of expertise. If I say something, it might be wrong and lead everyone to get their hopes up for nothing.

Especially Yang Huamei's physical condition, if she could get pregnant, it would be even more surprising for the Wang family and Lao Yangtou than for other families.

“Well, Grandpa, my medical skills are just so-so. I can't tell what's wrong with my aunt.”

“My father has already gone to ask Doctor Fu, the village elder. He’s experienced, so let’s just wait for him to come and take a look!”

After Yang Ruqing finished speaking, she quickly stepped aside to help Wang Zhuanzi treat the wound on his forehead.

Here, Old Yang was dumbfounded.

Meanwhile, Tan by the bedside was so distraught that tears streamed down her face.

Just then, Yang Huamei started vomiting again. She lay on the side of the bed, retching violently as if a tsunami was crashing against the shore, and everything was in disarray.

Tan also cried.

While stroking Yang Huamei's back, she cried out: "My God! What kind of evil god are we provoking..."

Tan's cries almost startled the entire front yard.

Many guest rooms had lights on one by one, but because Tan Shi and Yang Huamei were sleeping in this room, everyone was too embarrassed to come over.

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“When I was young, I was pregnant and vomited too, but not this badly.”

"Qing'er, what do you think about your aunt's situation? Does it seem like..." Aunt-in-law continued.

Yang Ruqing pursed her lips and said, "As a young lady, I can't really be sure about this."

"Let's just wait for Uncle Fu to come, he has experience."

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Chuanzi's mother didn't ask any more questions. She went to get a broom and other cleaning tools and began to clean up the dirt on the floor.

Just as Tan cried out to the heavens, the dirt had been cleaned by Zhuanzi's mother, and Yang Ruoqing had expertly tended to Wang Zhuanzhi's wounds.

Yang Huazhong, at last, brought the old village doctor Fu Bo into the courtyard.

Only Mrs. Tan, Sister-in-law Zhuo, and several other women were left in the room, while everyone else retreated to the doorway outside and waited.

After a while, Uncle Fu came out.

"How are you?" Lao Yang rushed up, asking anxiously.

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Uncle Fu beamed with joy, clasped his hands together and bowed to Old Yang, saying with a smile, "Congratulations, brother! Congratulations, brother! You're about to hold your little grandson soon!"

"What?"

Lao Yang's voice suddenly rose several octaves.

"You're saying, my Me'er isn't sick, she's with child?" Old Yang head couldn't believe it, and asked again.

Uncle Fu nodded. "Hmm, it's been over a month, just showing signs now."

With his worries lifted, Lao Yang was suddenly overcome with joy, feeling lightheaded and giddy.

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On the sidelines, Wang Hongquan and his son Wang Shuanzi were so excited that they didn't know what to do.

“Hahaha, I’m going to hold my fat grandson! I'm going to be a grandfather, our Wang family has an heir now, hahaha...”

Wang Shuanzi was also overjoyed, and he didn't even feel the pain from the wound on his forehead.

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Wang Hongquan patted Wang Zhuanzhi's shoulder: "Silly boy, you're going to be a father soon, how come you still don't understand? Hurry up and apologize to your uncle!"

Wang Shuanzi came to his senses and quickly bowed to Fu Bo in gratitude.

"Thank you, Uncle Fu..."

Uncle Fu was also in a good mood, smiling and shaking his head: "Tuanzi, you should thank yourself, not me. This child is yours, you deserve the most credit!"

When Wang Shuanzi heard this, his face turned red.

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