Yang Lizheng finally entered Yang Hu's room before Gu Yuan.

At this time, Yang Hu was sitting on the gong bucket, holding his belly and screaming ouch.

It's just that he is sick after all. When he met Ci'er before, he looked energetic, but now his face is as white as a ghost, and his whole person looks weak.

The room was filled with an unpleasant stench of excrement. Yang Li was smoking a dry smoke, but he had no intention of paying attention to the smell in the room.

He furrowed his brows into a Sichuan shape, walked up to Yang Hu, and asked in a stern voice: "Huzi, I'm asking you now, answer me honestly, where did you go when you went out this morning?"

Yang Hu was just holding his stomach and complaining about pain, and didn't even notice Yang Lizheng walking in. Now he suddenly heard Yang Lizheng's voice, and his already weak body trembled with fright.

He didn't even bother to shout, he avoided Yang Li's gaze and muttered: "No, I didn't go anywhere..."

"Tell the truth!" Yang Lizheng asked word by word while banging the pot.

At the same time, those eyes that were a little cloudy but still majestic stared at Yang Hu, "Do you know what disease you have? If you don't tell the truth, no one can save you!"

When Yang Hu heard this, his legs softened, and his face, which was originally as white as a ghost, turned even whiter. He trembled and said, "I...I'm going to Le Yi."

Going to Yanghua Lane in the town, could it be... is that the kind of disease I have...

But I haven’t heard that that kind of disease can cause vomiting and diarrhea!”

"vomit--"

As Yang Hu spoke, another burst of cramping pain came from his stomach, and another large mouthful of filth spurted out of his mouth.

Yang Lizheng hurriedly avoided it. Gu Yuan had just told him that the easiest way to get infected is by touching the patient's filth.

After Yang Hu vomited, he might have been frightened. He directly raised his sleeves, wiped his mouth, and knelt down in front of Yang Lizheng with a "dong" sound, "Master, please help me, I don't want to die."

Ah, I haven’t even married a wife yet and have a son!”

Yang Lizheng was so angry that his face changed color at this time. Yanghua Lane is the famous and only Hualiu Lane in Pinglin Town. It is self-evident what Yang Hu was doing there.

He raised his cigarette pole, wishing he could kill that bastard Yang Hu!

At this time, Yang Hu couldn't care about so much. While his stomach didn't hurt, he quickly said like pouring beans through a bamboo tube: "Master, master, I went to Yanghua Lane, but I didn't do anything...

..”

If Su Wan heard this here, she would definitely not be surprised. After all, she was the one who gave Yang Hu a silver needle when Yang Hu touched porcelain and when she and Gu Yuan came to get the land deed, and deposed him.

Understand.

However, Yang Lizheng was shocked when he heard this. He looked at Yang Hu in disbelief, "Huzi, you said you went to that kind of place and did nothing?"

Yang Hu couldn't care less about face at this time, "Master, I didn't lie. I really didn't do anything. I won't get that kind of disease, right?"

Flower-willow disease is still a terrible and incurable disease today.

Yang Lizheng sighed and shook his head, saying: "The disease you have is not that kind of disease, but it is not a good disease either. You and your mother should stay at home and don't go out. I will find a solution for you."

In fact, what can be thought of?

Gu Yuan said that his little lady could cure this kind of plague, but if someone else got this kind of plague, he would still be shy enough to come to Su Wan to beg him, but it happened to be Yang Hu, and he didn't have the shame to beg Su Wan.

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Chapter completed!