The people waiting outside were in a panic, Chun Tao took the lead in rushing out, Liu's mother, Qiu Shuang, and Chunxia removed the benzoin in the house, and opened the curtains everywhere, and the house was bright.

Liu's mother was a person who came over, and seeing that Shu Ya's face was so ugly, she reached under the mattress, and then pulled it back, and a little bright red on the tips of her fingers was eye-catching.

Shu Yao pressed Liu's mother's hand, her hand couldn't help but tremble, her eyes were inquiring, and she said softly:

"Mom?"

Liu's mother was also a little panicked, but she didn't dare to show it, so she just waited for Lang Zhong to come and see.

Everyone only felt anxious about waiting, Shu Yao endured the distress, asked people to change the hot towel to wipe Shu Ya's sweat, and asked Shu Ya to take a replacement mattress, before they could change it, the footsteps outside were intricate, and Mrs. Yu and Mrs. Jiang rushed over together.

After glancing at it, Old Madam Yu frowned, and because Shu Yao was still in the boudoir after all, she asked the people around Shu Ya:

"How's it going?"

Mother Liu stepped forward and said in a low voice:

"I think it's because of the tire gas, and I see red."

Old Madam Yu was startled, then looked at Shu Ya again, and comforted:

"Good boy, it's okay, when I was pregnant with your ninth uncle earlier, I was not stable. You can rest assured, when Lang Zhong comes, prescribe medicine to protect the fetus. ”

Madame Jiang walked towards the door, and called for someone to go and invite Lang Zhong in a loud voice.

After the order, with an uproar, Chun Tao opened the curtain and ran in breathlessly, followed by Lang Zhong who was carrying a medicine box, and he was out of breath.

Mother Liu put down the light veil on Shu Ya's couch, and Shu Yao couldn't care about avoiding it, and wanted to wait to hear what Lang Zhong said.

Old Mrs. Yu, Mrs. Jiang and others gave way to the position in front of the bed, and Na Langzhong stood and gasped for a few breaths, until his breath stabilized, and then he sat on the small pestle that Chunxia moved over, and stretched out his hand to probe the pulse.

Everyone held their breath and quietly waited for the results of Lang Zhong's consultation. Na Lang Zhong first cut Shu Ya's right hand, then let the changed arm stretch out, muttered for a while, and waited for a while before he said yes, stood up and turned around and arched his hand towards the old lady and said:

"Don't worry, it's not a big deal. It's just that I'm overly sad and depressed, so I'll wait for a few injections, a few more medications, and I'll be in bed. After speaking, he arched his hand towards the old lady, opened the medicine box, took out the golden needle, pierced it at several acupuncture points, and twisted it gently. After a while, he collected the needle, glanced at the old lady, and then picked up the medicine box and walked out.

The old lady knew that he still had something to say, so she made a look, and Liang's mother followed out.

After a while, Liang's mother came back, only to say that Lang Zhong must stay in bed to recuperate after taking the medicine, and Mrs. Yu understood and nodded.

After acupuncture, Shu Ya immediately got better. At this time, it was already past lunchtime, and Mrs. Jiang looked impatient and tired, and asked people to rush to grab the medicine according to the prescription, and on the other hand, let people pass the meal.

Old Madam Yu called out and said slowly:

"Let's just pass on the two sisters of the Ya girl, let's not be here, let's make trouble with the Ya girl."

Shu Ya held on to keep people, and Mrs. Yu only let her take care of her, and left with everyone in the house, including Mrs. Jiang. Waiting for the meal to come, Shu Yao served Shu Ya to eat first, helped her lie down, folded the quilt for her, and left Chun Tao and Chunxia to serve in front of the bed before going out to eat.

Not long after, Chunxia came back with the medicine she had grasped, Shu Yao put down the dishes and chopsticks and got up, and went outside to boil the medicine around the small stove without pretending to be someone else's hand.

There was wind outside, blowing those white curtains whirring, and Shu Yao blew out a breath, and there was a white fog in front of his face. The boiling medicine had to control the fire, Shu Yao sometimes leaned over to look at the fire, and fanned the fan from time to time, the medicine hanging gurgled and a wisp of white gas slowly rose.

In a forest outside the courtyard, there stood a man in white, also holding a feather fan in his hand, looking at this side from a distance through the withered magnolia tree, only to feel that the plain girl sitting there was also like a tall and beautiful magnolia in full bloom.