Sickness

Yao Huo’s eyebrows and eyes were a little dark. After a few seconds, she loosened her fingers and asked in a slightly deep voice: "Does your heart hurt again?"

Yang Qiuhua forced a smile and held her hand with her backhand, gently shook her head and comforted: "Grandma is fine, it's an old illness, don't worry."

He Xiaoman, who was next to her, was startled by the sudden illness of the old lady. After reacting, she waved her hand and pushed Yao Huo away almost reflexively, "Mom, you are sick again? Are you uncomfortable? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Yao Huo, who was pushed away, frowned, glanced at He Xiaoman lightly, turned and walked into the house.

While He Xiaoman took out her mobile phone to call an ambulance, she also glanced at Yao Huo's back and sneered: "Mom, look, this is the person you have raised since childhood. You are like this, but she still went back to the house as if nothing had happened..."

He Xiaoman shook her head, lowered her head and started to dial the phone.

After a while, Yao Huo came out of the house with a cup of water in her hand.

After He Xiaoman finished the call, she turned around and saw Yao Huo feeding the old lady something. She frowned and snatched the cup away. Seeing that there was no pure water in the cup, she immediately asked in a stern voice: "What did you give my mother to drink?"

Yao Huo’s eyes swept over the cup she snatched away, and her eyes suddenly sank. There was no expression on her delicate face, and her whole body exuded a dangerous aura that was both cold and impending.

He Xiaoman looked at Yao Huo like this, and she was so unfamiliar that she felt frightened. She subconsciously took a step back in her high heels, "You...what's that expression?"

Her tone was obviously weaker than before.

"Xiaoman, give me the cup. That's the medicine Yaoyao bought for me." Yang Qiuhua, who had recovered, pressed her chest and stretched out her hand to her.

When He Xiaoman heard this, her eyes widened instantly. Not only did she not give her the cup, but she also poured the remaining medicine in it onto the ground. "She bought medicine for you? What kind of medicine can a country girl buy? Isn't this nonsense?"

Yang Qiuhua looked at the medicine on the ground and immediately hurried to explain, "Yaoyao's medicine..."

He Xiaoman didn't give her a chance to speak at all, and interrupted her directly: "Stop, be quiet, the ambulance will be here soon, and we have to have a good check\-up when we get to the hospital. You dare to take any medicine, and you are not afraid of getting sick."

Shaking her head speechlessly, He Xiaoman fell on Yao Huo’s face again, "And you, you gave my mother medicine carelessly. If something really goes wrong, you can't even afford to pay with the lives of your entire Huo family. While I still remember the feelings of being a family, you should leave quickly and don't stay here any longer."

"Xiao Man, stop talking!" Yang Qiuhua was anxious and angry. She looked at Yao Huo, "Yao Yao, this is your home. Don't listen to her. Don't leave..."

Yao Huo glanced at the ground. The old lady had already drunk most of the medicine. She was too lazy to talk to her former adoptive mother. Instead, she slowly half\-knelt in front of the old lady, her black and white eyes looked at her calmly, and she opened her mouth and said word by word: "In fact, you should enjoy your life." Yang Qiuhua looked at her blankly, and suddenly there was an indescribable panic in her heart. Her bloodless lips trembled slightly, and then she asked in a hoarse voice: "Yao, did you hear what we said in the room just now?"

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