Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

Yang Ze lay sickly on the bed, with the doors and windows of the room closed. Even though the room was clean and perfumed, a faint stench could still be smelled.

The stench was caused by the rotting wound. Song Pan'er frowned as soon as she entered the room.

"Open the doors and windows for ventilation."

Such a closed space is not conducive to Yang Ze's recovery.

Yang Mingsheng spoke up at this time, "But the doctor said that Aze can't be exposed to the wind, otherwise he will have a fever."

Song Pan'er didn't even bother to look at him.

I had observed it clearly at the gate just now. It was obvious that the first and second branches of the Yang family were not getting along. The reason... was nothing more than the word "interest".

But Song Pan'er didn't care about their disputes. She came here purely to get paid.

Yang Mingyuan had already paid the medical fee and made it clear that he would do his best. If he could save the patient, that would be the best. If he couldn't, it would be Yang Ze's fate.

Yang Ze is not very old, about the same age as Zhou Hean. At the moment, his face is pale, he is breathing out more than breathing in, and it seems that he is about to die.

Song Pan'er quickly took out a piece of ginseng that had been sprayed with spiritual spring water and stuffed it into his mouth. She first held him alive and then began to check his pulse.

Feng Nian'er was holding her medicine basket and standing by the bed, staring at Yang Mingsheng and Mrs. Yang Er with a bad look. Haha and Hehe did the same, as if they were always on guard against these two people doing something bad to Song Pan'er.

Yang Mingsheng's eyes were dark, and his hands behind his back were clenched quietly.

After examining Yang Ze, Song Pan'er said to Old Madam Yang, "Old Madam, please ask those who are not involved to leave first."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Old Lady Yang's eyes. The young doctor's words clearly indicated that her eldest grandson could still be saved.

She quickly turned around and waved to the people who followed in, "Everyone, get out first."

Everyone else obediently retreated, except Yang Mingsheng and Mrs. Yang Er.

"Mother, as Aze's second uncle, I have to stay and watch..." Yang Mingsheng spoke in a low voice, and was glared at by Old Lady Yang.

Old Madam Yang raised her hand to interrupt him, "Aze's biological father is still here, there's no need for you, the second uncle, to stay. Get out."

She was really angry.

As she grew older in recent years, she could no longer suppress her youngest son's ambition.

What she wanted most was for her brothers to live in harmony and to strengthen the Yang family together. However, the second branch was incapable, especially the eldest son Yang Xiao, who was a drunkard, a whore and a gambler, and was simply unable to shoulder the heavy responsibility.

Don't think she doesn't know that Fang had just used her own money to help Yang Xiao fill the hole in the gambling house.

Unfortunately, Yang Mingsheng is determined to push such a person to the top. If Yang Xiao really comes to power, wouldn’t it shake the Yang family’s ancestral foundation?

However, what made Old Lady Yang most angry was that the second wife, for the sake of her own interests, actually hoped that Yang Ze would die.

They are blood relatives! How could they be so cruel?

Yang Mingyuan looked at Yang Mingsheng with deep disappointment in his eyes.

The second child was too impatient and went too far.

He even suspected that the second wife was responsible for his eldest son's encounter with bandits, but although he had such a guess in his heart, he could not produce any evidence.

Those bandits were all killed by the government, not a single one was left alive, and there was no evidence to prove their wrongdoing. It was a very clean operation.

Yang Mingsheng gritted his teeth, didn't insist on staying, and turned to leave the room.

Just as he turned around, he glanced fiercely at Song Pan'er.

He took note of this account.