Yang fell to the ground, her pain causing her to gasp for air.

In a panic, she also pulled the hair of the woman in front of her. The woman let out a painful scream.

Fortunately, someone nearby reacted quickly and helped her up before she fell too. However, the woman's hair was yanked off by Yang in a sizable patch, revealing a large, bald scalp the size of a fingernail.

That woman was the daughter-in-law of Zhang the butcher in the village, and she was also notorious for being a shrew. If even one cucumber went missing from her vegetable garden, she could rant for two full hours.

The Zhang family's daughter-in-law saw that Yang had pulled her hair, and Yang sat on the ground gnashing her teeth and cursing, not a word of apology. The Zhang family's daughter-in-law's face instantly darkened.

Crossed her arms and stared at Yang's slicked-back, oily face, she spat fiercely, "You black-hearted, horse-faced woman! You clumsy fool can't even stand properly, you fell flat on your back and pulled my mother-in-law's hair. May you meet a horrible end..."

Yang raised his hand to wipe the saliva from his face, let out a roar, and rubbed his aching waist as he got up from the ground.

Without a word, he crossed his arms, stooped over, and buried his head. He charged at Zhang's daughter-in-law's belly like a red-eyed, mad cow!

“Oh dear...”

The Zhang family's daughter-in-law let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered, pain making her eyes bulge. After recovering a bit, the Zhang family's daughter-in-law grabbed Yang Shi's hair with her hand.

The two of them rolled around on the ground in Lao Yang's courtyard, cursing each other up and down!

However, Yang Ruoheng, the instigator of this situation, had already squeezed into the room occupied by Sun's family and her father, Yang Hua.

The room was also crowded, but compared to outside, it was relatively quiet. Everyone held their breath and listened to Uncle Fu's diagnosis as he sat beside the bed.

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Yang Ruqing quietly moved to the corner of the bed and stood behind Sun Shi. Her gaze fell on Yang Huachun lying on the bed in front of her, her lips tightly pursed.

Old Dad Yang Huazhong lay there straight, his eyes closed tight. Some of the blood on his face had been wiped off, and the injury on his foot had also been treated, wrapped up like a big zongzi. Uncle Fu was still there diagnosing other parts of him.

Old Yang Tou, Fifth Uncle Yang Huazhou, and Big Uncle Yang Huanan all stretched their necks to stand by the bed. Madam Tan was supported by two women and sat on a long bench beside her. Mrs. Sun's tears were still streaming down uncontrollably, but she didn't dare cry out loud. She covered her mouth tightly with her hand and stared at Uncle Fu with pleading eyes.

Yang Ruqing glanced at the crowd and then turned her gaze to the bed.

By now the sun was about to set. The room wasn't well-lit to begin with, and now with so many people rushing in, Yang Huazhong was covered in blood and mud from head to toe. It was impossible for her to tell the severity of his injuries just by looking at him!

Fortunately, from her angle, she could see the village doctor, Uncle Fu, gently pressing on Yang Huazhong's legs. The old man's face didn't look too good.

Yang Ruqing's heart grew heavy. Could she survive, but at the cost of some disability?

As if summoned by her very thought, just as she'd finished that train of thought, Uncle Fu at the bedside stopped his actions, turned around, and after a moment's deliberation, addressed Lao Yang's family who stood vigil beside the bed:

"Brother, your third son is lucky. He's alive! I want you to send your fifth son over to my place later to pick up some medicine for him. He lost a lot of blood this time. Blood is the foundation of the human body; we need to make sure he gets something good to replenish it, so he doesn't develop any future problems."

"Yes, yes, of course." Old Yang nodded repeatedly. "Is there anything else wrong with the third son elsewhere?"

Fubarton's expression instantly darkened. He glanced at Yang Huazhong's legs and frowned, saying in a deep voice, "Lao San's legs are probably crippled!"

The first half of Fu Bo's words brought a sigh of relief to Lao Yangtou and Sun Shi. But the second half that followed plunged the hearts of Lao Yang's family, which had just warmed up, back into the cold water! Sun Shi couldn't bear this blow, her eyes rolled white, and she slid directly off the stool.

Fortunately, Yang Ruqing was quick-witted and managed to steady Mrs. Sun before she could fall. Otherwise, Mrs. Sun's forehead would have hit the ground, leaving a bloody gash. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ?

No one bothered to attend to Sun's side. The room was filled with sorrow and gloom, and Tan burst into tears again, her voice rising and falling dramatically.

Yang Ruqing struggled to support Sun Shi, her heart heavy. Her gaze fell on Yang Huachong's leg, and she thought to herself that it was probably broken during the cart's overturn, with bones and tendons damaged.

In this ancient time of medical technology, Yang Huazhong wants to stand up again, it's difficult!

Here, Old Yang was indeed the eldest son. Despite his face paling, he still mustered the courage to ask Uncle Fu, "Is it still two legs?"

"A pair."

"Really...there's no way to cure it?" Lao Yangtou asked again.

Uncle Fu sighed, "If this were to happen to those wealthy and powerful lords in the county towns, there might be a 40% chance of success. But here, in our impoverished village… ah…"

The following words, Fu Bo did not finish speaking, he just shook his head, then stood up and began to pack his medical box and leave the room.

　　Lao Yang's third son broke both his legs and became a cripple. He had to spend the rest of his life lying in bed, unable to manage his own bowel movements. This happened during dinnertime, and word spread from the village head to the outskirts almost immediately, becoming the main topic of conversation at dinner tables throughout Changping Village.

In the backyard of Lao Yang's house, the air was abnormally oppressive. Everyone felt like they had a huge stone on their chest, making it difficult to breathe.

A waning moon hung in the treetops. It should have been dinner time at Lao Yang’s, but his kitchen was cold and empty. Except for Yang Huachung's house and the adjoining hut where Old Yangtou and his wife Tan lived, all the other houses were dark.

When Yang Ruqing pushed open Yang Huazhong's door, she only saw that in the low and simple room, Yang Huazhong was still lying straight on the bed, closing his eyes and sleeping soundly.

Mrs. Sun was sitting on a small stool beside the bed, weeping with her head bowed. Let me know if you have other text you'd like translated! ?

On the old, paint-peeling table by the bed, a bean oil lamp flickered, casting only a patch of light as big as a sieve. The rest of the room was shrouded in darkness.

Sun Shi didn't know if she was tired from crying or if something else was on her mind. She didn't realize Yang Ruohua had approached her until the latter stood before her.

"Qinger, it's late at night. You shouldn't be out of bed. Why are you in this room?" Sun shi just opened her mouth, and the voice that came out was hoarse, unlike anything she usually sounded like.

“I can’t sleep, come and have a look at Father.” Yang Ruqing whispered, standing by the bed, carefully looking at her father lying on the bed, with pale lips, bruised nose and swollen face. Her brows furrowed slightly.

The injuries were really severe. Setting aside the legs that were almost ruined, just based on the extent of the wounds and blood loss, Yang Huazhong would also have to stay in bed for a long time to recover before he could catch his breath.

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