Yang Ruoqing and Yang Huazhong then arrived at the clinic's door and saw Yang Huaming leaning against the wall in the corner, supporting himself with one hand, bending over and vomiting.

“Fourth Brother, what's wrong with you? You were fine just a moment ago?”

Yang Huazhong's heart tightened, and he hurried over. Yang Ruqing naturally followed suit.

"Fourth Uncle, are you alright? Here, take this handkerchief and wipe yourself."

Yang Ruqing passed her a handkerchief.

Because Da Zhi kept coughing, Yang Ruohua brought over a stack of handkerchiefs made from a torn sheet when she came.

Whenever Dazhi coughs or gets medicine, he puts a piece of something under his neck.

And this rag is just like a disposable one, you use it and then just throw it away, no need to wash or recycle it.

Yang Ruqing's personal handkerchief is made of silk, with her favorite white gardenia embroidered on it. It's kind of like her signature mark, haha.

At this moment, Yang Huaming took the handkerchief and wiped his mouth before standing up straight.

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“Third Brother, Qing’er, I’m fine. Don’t worry.” Yang Huaming said.

Yang Ruqing smirked and stepped aside.

Yang Huazhong said, “If nothing is wrong, why did you come here to vomit alone?”

Yang Huaming shook his head a little awkwardly, "No, when I saw those two doctors treating Xiaojuan's face, her skin was burned and blistered. It made my stomach churn..."

So you were feeling nauseous?

Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruqing looked at each other, both father and daughter understanding.

Yang Huazhong said, "Are you feeling better now?"

Yang Huaming shook his head, "It's still not good, I don't really want to go in right now."

Then what should we do?

Yang Ruqing said, "Fourth Uncle, how about I go to the backyard and get you a bowl of hot water? We were in such a rush bringing Dazhi here for treatment that we didn't bring any tea."

When your stomach feels nauseous, drinking some hot tea can help suppress it.

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Yang Huaming waved his hand, "Forget it, I won't drink anymore."

Then he turned to Yang Huazhong and asked, “Third brother, do you have a cigarette? Let me have two puffs, just to calm down!”

Yang Huazhong smiled and said, "Hey, this stuff really works. Come on, have a couple of sips."

Yang Huaming squatted aside, puffing on his pipe. Please note that I cannot translate any content within HTML tags. I can only translate the text itself. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Yang Huazhong sat on a stone beside him and talked to Yang Huaming.

Yang Ruqing fastened her clothes and stood aside, accompanying him. The night had gradually been pushed back by the dawn, and a hint of fishbelly white appeared in the eastern sky.

The town, which had slept soundly all night, was waking up little by little.

Across the street, the teahouse was already lit with candles. The shop owners carried large buckets filled with burning charcoal bricks to the front of their store.

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A large iron pot was set up above, and the oil was heated. Then, youtiao (fried dough sticks) and mahua (sesame twist) were put into the hot oil.

Here, Yang Huaming took a few hard puffs of his cigarette, his gaze shifting back from the doorway of the bustling teahouse where the sounds of sizzling breakfast filled the air.

“Xiao Juan getting her hair styled like that, four taels of silver is definitely going to be spent. After this, for a good while she won't be able to just eat morning tea whenever she wants, ah!” Yang Huaming let out a heavy sigh, then stuffed his pipe back in his mouth and started puffing away.

Upon hearing his words, Yang Ruqing remained silent.

Xiaojuan was a concubine he brought back from Yang Mansion in Yun City. Since you want to learn from those wealthy people and keep several mistresses, then you have to be able to bear the responsibility and financial pressure that comes with it.

Here, Yang Huaming took a few puffs of his cigarette and then complained: "Earlier, I looked at Xiaojuan's body, the burned area was really big."

"My face, neck, and chest are all peeling."

“To get these injuries treated properly would definitely cost a lot of money. Even if we manage to save him, his face and neck will probably be covered in scars, like that toad! Just thinking about it sends shivers down my spine!”

Yang Huaming spoke, puffing hard on his cigarette.

He inhaled too quickly, choking, and coughed violently, tears, mucus, and saliva flowing down his face.

Yang Huazhong patted Yang Huaming's back from behind and said angrily, "If you had known today, why bother with it in the first place?"

“Living a life of hardship, to learn from those wealthy gentry to bring back concubines,”

"Nowadays, young women have followed you for a year or two, and their babies die shortly after birth."

“After this happened, you can't just say you're abandoning them, wash your hands of it? That’s not what a man does!” Yang Huazhong said.

This made Yang Huaming want to cry.

Yang Ruqing secretly smirked, Fourth Uncle had made the appointment himself, even if she cried, she had to go through with it!

"Fourth Uncle, I won't help anyone. I'll just speak from the perspective of an observer," Yang Ruoqing also spoke up.

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“Xiao Juan’s appearance like this was caused by Fourth Aunt. Whether you dislike her or not, and whether you think she will turn into a toad in the future, at least right now, tonight, you must do everything you can to pay for her treatment. This is the most basic responsibility.” she said.

Yang Huaming nodded and sighed, "All the money I earned from working in the medicinal herbs team for half a year, from spring to autumn, will all go into this trip." Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ?

Yang Ruqing shrugged, "I feel sorry for you, but I can't help. There's a saying that goes 'One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers,' especially when they are two tigresses. You have only yourself to blame for being greedy in the first place!"

The blunt remark was like a slap across Yang Huaming's face, leaving him burning with shame.

"Oh well, let's not talk about it anymore. I won't say anything for now. Let's just get through this hurdle first and then we can talk. I can still earn money later!" he said.

I stayed outside for a while, breathing in the fresh air.

Not until Yang Huaming's condition improved did the three return to the hall.

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At this time, Xiaojuan's treatment work has temporarily come to an end.

The attending physician emerged from behind the curtain, his forehead beaded with perspiration, his hands smeared with something sticky.

A medic came over to help him wipe the sweat off his brow. He was washing his hands in the antiseptic water while talking to Yang Huaming here: “We’ve taken care of her wounds and the burnt, dead skin and flesh. We’ve applied the best ointment for burns that our clinic has.”

“Try to keep the scars as minimal as possible, but I suggest she stays here for a few days,”

"Because it's so convenient to clean and change the wound every day, if I go home and come back, the wound might get infected. If it gets a serious infection, then that would be even more trouble."

Of course, that's just a suggestion. You're her man, you make the call.

After the doctor's concise words, Yang Huaming stood there, a hint of hesitation on his face.

“Lao Si, the doctor is asking you questions, why don't you answer quickly.” Yang Huazhong urged Yang Huaming.

Yang Huaming moved forward, taking a step closer. He stammered and asked the doctor, "Doctor, I just want to ask... that is... how much more money would it cost to stay here for a day?"

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