Luo Xiaomei hesitated for a moment, and asked Yang Xianmao in a low voice: "Brother Yang, you said earlier that you came here when you were a child and played with the third uncle's children. Why does it say that this Yang Taigong is the only one, and there are no other brothers? Could it be that you also saw ghosts when you were a child?"

The previous ones were completely made up casually by Yang Xianmao, how could he possibly know. Thinking of the lies he made up, he was actually told by Long Po, and he said it so accurately. Of course, Yang Xianmao couldn't debunk the lie by himself, and said at the moment: "I don't know, because I was very young at that time, just a few years old, and my memory was very vague. I don't know how, but then my parents were gone, and I was the only one left. Even if you have to ask, you don't know who to turn to. ”

Luo Xiaomei nodded sympathetically and said, "Then don't think about it, let's go back." ”

Yang Xianmao mumbled.

After Yang Xianmao and Luo Xiaomei returned to Luo Xiaomei's house, they did not tell her brother Luo Dakuang and father Luo Laohan about it.

Luo Dakuang was very happy to see Yang Xianmao come back, and quietly said to his sister: "How is it? Have you found their relatives? Have his relatives fled?"

Yang Xianmao came back with his sister so quickly, and the biggest possibility was that their relatives were not there at all and had fled. Otherwise, Yang Xianmao would at least stay for a meal and then come back. In that case, my sister should come back first, because as long as I find their house, I will know where to find Yang Xianmao in the future.

But since his sister came back with him, and came back so soon, it only means that their family is not there.

Luo Xiaomei remembered the strange things she had seen before, and her body couldn't help but tremble. The smile on his face was stiff and he said, "Their family members are not here." ”

Luo Dakuang slapped his face excitedly and said, "Great, so that he can treat his father at our house." Just now, my father said that he felt that his asthma was getting worse and worse, and he was afraid that he would not live long. He also said that he must live, he hasn't seen me marry a daughter-in-law, he hasn't seen you marry, and he won't die if he leaves now. So let's ask this young man to treat his father no matter what, no matter how much money it is. ”

Speaking of this, Luo Dakuang stopped, looked at Luo Xiaomei's reaction, and saw Luo Xiaomei looking at him suspiciously, so he smiled. Only then did he come to her ear and said in a deep voice: "Dad also said that if he can really cure Dad's illness, he can even consider marrying you to him." ”

Luo Xiaomei had already vaguely guessed it, but after she really heard this, she still screamed, turned her head with a blushing face and said, "Brother, what are you talking about!"

"It's not what I said, it's what my father said, you don't believe it, you have to ask yourself. Okay, I won't tell you. Hurry up and pack up and go cooking, let's get a pot of wine today and have a drink with this little man. He should have a good amount of wine, and I can see that our wine on the road is only one pot, which is not enough for him to stuff his teeth, so he still can't bear to drink much. ”

Luo Xiaomei agreed, blushing and walking quickly to the kitchen to cook. While cooking, I couldn't help but feel more shy when I thought about my father's words that my brother had said earlier. In fact, Luo Xiaomei still likes this capable Xiaolang very much. It's just that today's events are weird, and it makes her very uneasy.

The meal was served as it was ready, and the enticing aroma wafted through it. Yang Xianmao placed the box on the beam of his room and came to the dining hall.

He glanced at the food, and knew that Luo Xiaomei's cooking skills were really not simple, and she had made such an exquisite dish in just such a short time. You don't have to taste it, just smelling the taste is already mouth-watering. couldn't stop admiring Luo Xiaomei's cooking skills, Luo Xiaomei was very happy when she heard Yang Xianmao praise her, and her face was crimson.

At this time, Luo Dakuang had already helped his father to the dining room, lay down on a soft couch, and placed a coffee table next to him, on which there were special small plates of food, and he could half-lie down and pick up the dishes by himself.

After Luo Xiaomei poured wine into Yang Xianmao, her brother and her own cup, she was a little hesitant to pour a glass for her father's cup in front of her bed. She finally looked at Yang Xianmao with an inquiring gaze, and Yang Xianmao shook her head and said, "Lingzun's asthma is really not suitable for drinking. It will irritate his esophagus and induce his illness. ”

Luo Laohan pursed his lips, looked at the wine jug and said, "It should be fine, I'll just have a drink, I haven't smelled wine for a long time." I used to drink again at every meal, and I couldn't drink, so I might as well let me die. ”

Luo Dakuang also said on the side: "It should be okay for Dad to drink a small cup, little sister, you pour it for Daddy." What's the matter, there is Brother Yang next to him. ”

Yang Xianmao heard that he agreed to give it to his father, and his father insisted on drinking, so he stopped talking. He thought that the old man himself had to save him anyway, and no matter what the reason was, this thing would not be finished. Maybe he will get sick after drinking, and it is also an inevitable experience for him to save him, so he nodded and said, "Since this is the case, then let him drink." So Luo Xiaomei poured a cup for her father.

After pouring the wine, Luo Xiaomei and her brother sat on both sides of Yang Xianmao on both sides of Yang Xianmao, and also served vegetables to Yang Xianmao from time to time. Luo Xiaomei was originally very scared because of the ghost she had encountered in that mansion before. But the words that her father told her brother made her mind all attracted to it, and she completely forgot her previous fear.

Luo Xiaomei kept putting vegetables on Yang Xianmao, and deliberately smiled and said some interesting things, as if she wanted to attract Yang Xianmao's attention. Yang Xianmao said very little, more slowly tasting the wine and listening quietly. Luo Laohan, who was lying on the soft couch, looked at his daughter with a smile, and he could feel that her daughter should have known what he had said earlier. The daughter should obviously agree or even be happy with her proposal, so she will behave like this.

Luo Dakuang took a large jar of wine this time and it was all good, Yang Xianmao listened to the two of them while drinking, and what he said was some interesting things in Longzhou.

They drank until dark, and Luo Xiaomei grew a lamp and continued to drink by the lamp. Because they found that Yang Xianmao didn't seem to be happy to drink yet, and Luo Laohan had completely forgotten his previous request to drink only one cup after drinking two glasses, and asked his daughter to pour wine, but he poured three or four glasses.

A few people were talking, and suddenly Luo Laohan's hand holding the cup began to tremble, and the wine in the cup also spilled out, dripping on the back of his hand and everywhere on the soft couch. At the same time, his throat began to smack, like the sound of boiling water. Then the wine glass in his hand fell weakly on the soft collapse, drenching the quilt he covered, and the wine glass rolled to the ground again, and shattered with a thud.

This scared Luo Dakuang and his sister Luo Xiaomei enough, and hurriedly rushed over to help Luo Laohan, and at the same time kept stroking his chest with his hands, calling him loudly. Luo Laohan rolled his eyes and began to wheezing violently, and clearly felt that his breath could not be inhaled into his throat at all.

Yang Xianmao immediately put down his wine glass and walked quickly to the front, and Luo Dakuang hurriedly got out of the way. Yang Xianmao quickly pulled out the silver needle from his clothes, shot like lightning, and quickly pierced several acupoints of Luo Laohan.

However, this time it did not work as quickly as before, as if it was only able to control the asthma and not worsen further. Luo Laohan still rolled his eyes, breathing heavily, his expression extremely painful.

Luo Xiaomei cried, holding her father's hand and said, "Dad, you said that you haven't seen my brother marry me, you must hold on, Brother Yang is trying to save you." ”

Speaking of this, Little Sister Luo looked at Yang Xianmao, choked up and said, "Brother Yang, what should I do now?"

She had already found that Yang Xianmao's acupuncture did not play an obvious role, and although she could basically control the condition, it did not improve, so she asked anxiously.

Yang Xianmao also felt a little tricky, this acupuncture point was already the best and most accurate method he could perform, in the past, as long as these acupoints were inserted into the silver needle, his asthma could be controlled quickly, and gradually recovered. And now after using the silver needle, there is no improvement, which makes Luo Xiaomei and her brother extremely nervous, and they don't know what to do.

Yang Xianmao gently clicked the silver needle while quickly thinking about the prescription for the treatment of the old man's asthma in his mind. He quickly searched his mind for all the relevant prescriptions. I thought that this Luo Laohan has had asthma for a long time, and his family is relatively wealthy, so he should have been treated by Langzhong, so it is best to get these prescriptions and see how Langzhong in front of him is treated, so as to avoid repeating the mistakes of the past, so he said: "When you looked at Langzhong before, are those prescriptions prescribed by Langzhong still there?"

Luo Xiaomei hurriedly said: "I have left every prescription, because I have heard that it is best to keep these prescriptions, so that they can be referred to when Lang Zhong sees a doctor in the future." Some recipes that have no effect can be dispensed with, so as not to take a detour. I'll get it for you. ”

Luo Xiaomei ran to the back room, took out a large stack of prescriptions from her dresser drawer, ran back and handed them to Yang Xianmao and said, "These are all the prescriptions that my father has seen doctors over the years. ”

Yang Xianmao took the thick stack of prescriptions, read them quickly, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, Luo Laohan's asthma has been seen by several Lang Zhong, and these Lang Zhong prescriptions are basically common prescriptions for this disease, and they are also the most important prescriptions. If these diseases cannot be cured with these medicines, for many people, I am afraid that they will have to be helpless. But it was different for Yang Xianmao, after all, Yang Xianmao had several methods in his mind for him to choose.

Yang Xianmao took the stack of prescriptions and read it again.

After reading it, he felt that there was no obvious problem with these prescriptions, and if these prescriptions could not be cured. After deleting these prescriptions, Yang Xianmao found that he had no better prescription to cure Luo Laohan.

After thinking about it, Yang Xianmao felt that for this stubborn disease that could no longer be cured by normal prescriptions, the only way to do it was to go sideways.

Yang Xianmao's first thought was of course the earthwork and home remedies that had been tried and tested before, and he was ready to try again the ones that he had rarely used before, and these recipes that looked a little weird in the eyes of others, wanted to see if they had any effect.