Old Man Yan held back the tears in his eyes, he was not pessimistic, but afraid of losing his youngest son.

Yan Yumeng is the youngest son of him and his wife, and he has been raised in the Yan family's mansion since he was a child, and he almost never goes out, so he has very few contacts.

In Yan Yumeng's circle of friends, in addition to his parents and relatives, he has been the Yan family's friends since he was a child, and Gu Liangxi's appearance is like a miracle.

Although he often sneaks out with his good skills, he has seen so many scenery and contacted so many people, but he still can't resist the freshness of a Gu Liangxi.

And that kiss lingered in his mind last night, lingering, as if her temperature was still on his lips.

Just when he was out of his mind, a woman's sharp roar suddenly broke out outside, Yan Yumeng was startled, and covered his ears with his hands helplessly, very helpless, and came again.

"Quack!" As soon as Mrs. Yan came in, she stretched out her hand, pointed at Doctor Yang and scolded: "If you can't cure Yu Meng, it's all because you don't have good medical skills!" I warn you, if you can't cure my Yumeng, your Yang family will wait for the burial, and I will pull you down when I die! ”

"Ma'am." Old Man Yan screamed helplessly, and looked at Dr. Yang guiltily, Dr. Yang was used to it, and shrugged his shoulders.

In the past, Mrs. Yan was gentle and intellectual, tolerant and generous, a typical lady, a famous lady, but since she gave birth to Yan Yumeng, she has suffered from strict postpartum depression.

Three years ago, Yan Yumeng suddenly fell seriously ill, which aggravated her condition, so that no matter how her body was conditioned, she couldn't adjust it well, and she developed her current eccentric and irritable personality.

In the past, no matter what she was, she was gentle and polite to others, and rarely lost her temper, but now tantrums have become a daily routine.

"Mother, can you be sensible and scare Dr. Yang." Yan Yumeng put down his hand, took an apple from the table and nibbled it in his mouth.

"Smack" As soon as he took a few bites, the apple in his hand was quickly slapped off by Mrs. Yan's eyes.

"What are you doing? Why don't you just eat a fruit? ”

Old Madam Yan twisted her eyebrows: "You haven't washed it yet, there are bacteria, and you are not in good health." ”

"I'm fine."

"What do you mean you're fine, don't you know if you're sick!"

Well, he was really speechless, and every time he communicated with his mother, he would be dumbfounded by her.

Just when he was about to say that he was fine, a flower suddenly appeared in front of him, and he fell directly to the bed, frightening the people around him with a panicked face and at a loss.

Old Man Yan panicked and said incoherently: "Doctor Yang, hurry!" Save my son! ”

Seeing this, Dr. Yang immediately opened the medicine box that had just been closed.

Old Madam Yan was frightened stupidly, her face turned pale, and she pointed at Doctor Yang and scolded angrily: "I'll just say that you are a quack doctor, and sooner or later you will kill my son to death!" As she spoke, she reached over and was about to hit him.

Dr. Yang looked at Old Man Yan in embarrassment, "Master, this ......"

Old Man Yan gritted his teeth: "Come on, quickly take Mrs. down to rest." ”

Old Madam Yan looked at them unwillingly, kicked her legs indiscriminately, cried and scolded: "If my son is treated to death, you will not die well!" ”

Everyone was stunned by her words.

It is impossible for such words to come out of her mouth on weekdays, and although she has a bad temper, she is not enough to scold such a decisive and ugly word.

Today's old lady Yan was as angry as a violent lioness, as long as it was about Yan Yumeng, whoever was caught and bitten by whom, no one dared to provoke her easily, so they lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at her sad eyes.

Old Madam Yan is a little irritable, but she often meditates and recuperates in the Buddhist hall, unless she steps on her thunder and lightning, otherwise she is usually gentle, but now it is very different, replaced by a solemn and hideous.

Under such a murderous and hideous look, Dr. Yang's hands shook, and he sat on the ground in fright, trembling.

"Dr. Yang, what's wrong with you? My son is still waiting for you to be healed, don't let anything happen to you. Old Man Yan was even more panicked, and turned to look at the maids: "Why don't you hurry up and help Madame in to rest!" ”

I saw that Dr. Yang's face was not very good, white for a while, blue for a while, his eyes were dodgy and he didn't dare to meet the eyes of the old man Yan, and replied tremblingly: "Master, the little young master's condition is getting more and more serious, I mind sending the little young master abroad." ”

"Doctor Yang, you are one of the best doctors in the world, if even you can't do anything about it, then what's the use of sending Yumeng abroad?" Hearing his words, Old Man Yan had already begun to despair.

His brows were tightly locked, and he wrinkled into a distinctly shaped Sichuan character, and his old hand was clenched, trying his best to restrain his emotions.

Could it be that his youngest son is really hopeless? His gaze gradually hardened, and as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would never give up.

At this moment, Yan Yumeng suddenly coughed, which frightened Dr. Yang and Old Man Yan first and then rejoiced, and the dark clouds on their faces immediately disappeared, as if spring flowers were blooming, ice and snow melting, and even the air was full of hope.

Yan Yumeng opened one eye, weakly: "Dad." ”

"Hey, it's okay if you're okay, don't worry, Daddy won't let you die."

"Hmm." Yan Yumeng replied and fell asleep again.

Outside the room, Old Man Yan's eyes were full of worry, and he still looked at Dr. Yang hopefully.

Doctor Yang sighed helplessly: "Maybe it's really as Mrs. said, I, Yang, have no ability, the little master's illness, I really can't do it." ”

After sending Dr. Yang away, Old Man Yan seemed to be a different person, sitting in the study decadently.

The butler shook his head, trying to say comforting words, but couldn't say a word.

What a majestic person is the lord on weekdays, when has he ever been so decadent as he is now?

I saw Old Man Yan sitting on the chair in embarrassment, with tears in his eyes, looking at the housekeeper helplessly: "Do you think Yumeng will die like this?" ”

"The little young master is rich and rich, he won't die so easily, he will definitely live a long life and be healthy."

"I hope so."

Looking at Old Man Yan's helpless appearance, the housekeeper's eyes were bloodshot, terribly red and swollen, he couldn't bear it, he couldn't help but think of home remedies, and finally spoke after hesitation.

"Master, it's better to rejoice the little master."

"Chongxi?"

Old Man Yan's eyes trembled, and his thoughts seemed to have drifted to a distant era, he was originally not superstitious, but now even Dr. Yang said that Yu Meng was hopeless.

Now that he has a way, what else does he pick?

In the housekeeper's nervous eyes, he nodded: "It's up to you to do this." ”

A few days later, Yan Jingshuo came back from a busy trip from the field, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw the festive decoration at home, and couldn't help but wonder: "Who is getting married?" ”