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The cute and invincible Tang Xiaonan transmigrated into the foolish supporting female character of a period dram...
"Mommy...my tummy hurts so much..."
Roubao cried and screamed, her cries growing louder and louder. Tangyuan, forgetting to enjoy her cake, ran over and picked up her little daughter, then returned to her son's side to rub his belly, frantic with worry.
"What's wrong? Why does my stomach hurt? Qingqing... come quick and take a look!"
Ye Qingqing was also startled. She suddenly remembered what Jingjing had said earlier. Could the yam really be spoiled?
She was about to go over when Lin Shufang, who was sitting next to her, suddenly changed her expression, clutched her stomach and groaned. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, indicating that she had been in pain for some time. Lin Shufang couldn't help but groan.
"I'm fine, you go see the child."
Lin Shufang waved her hand, signaling Ye Qingqing to go check on Roubing and her brother, but her stomach was hurting more and more, as if her intestines were being twisted. Even when she gave birth to Lu Mo, she hadn't been in this much pain. She couldn't bear it any longer and collapsed onto the sofa, her groans growing louder and louder.
Ye Qingqing had no choice but to examine Lin Shufang first. Her pulse was terribly erratic, and she couldn't hear anything. Lin Shufang was screaming louder and louder, her face covered in sweat. She was an extremely resilient person, and she didn't scream much even when giving birth. Now she really couldn't hold back anymore, and the pain was so intense that she didn't want to live anymore.
The siblings Roubing and Roubao were in so much pain that they were unconscious, especially Roubao, whose little face was pale and whose cries were weaker than a kitten's. Roubing was slightly better, but he wouldn't last much longer either.
"Qingqing... what should we do... please think of something..." Tang Yuanyuan cried anxiously.
"Eat this first."
Ye Qingqing couldn't think of a good solution for a while, but she roughly judged that it was probably food poisoning. Jingjing had a very keen sense of smell, so perhaps the yam was really spoiled. But Tang Yuanyuan wouldn't use a large area of spoiled yam to make desserts; it could only be a little bit spoiled that Tang Yuanyuan didn't notice.
But if it's only slightly damaged, how could it cause such a severe reaction?
Ye Qingqing became increasingly confused as she thought about it, so she took out the antidote pills to see if they could provide some temporary relief. She fed the antidote pills to Lin Shufang and the two children, which relieved their stomach pain a little, but it was still very painful. Lin Shufang and Roubing could still hold on, but Roubao, being younger and weaker, had already fainted and was groaning from time to time, his little face pale and bloodless.
"How could this happen? I made the cakes just like usual, why do I have a stomachache... What's wrong with me..." Tang Yuanyuan hugged her youngest daughter tightly and cried, wishing she could take the pain away from her two children.
Ye Qingqing first examined the most severely affected fleshy bump, then pricked several acupoints to relieve the pain. She also gave the two children and Lin Shufang some spiritual spring water to alleviate their pain.
There were two pieces of yam cake left on the plate. Ye Qingqing picked one up to check it. She first smelled it and found it to be sweet and tempting, just like the yam cakes she had before. But why did Jingjing say that the yam was spoiled?
"It's bad, Mom, don't eat it," Jingjing reminded her again, afraid that Ye Qingqing would eat it.
"But Mom can't smell it, Jingjing, how did you smell it?"
Jingjing thought for a moment, then took the yam cake and called An'an to the corner. After a while, they came back, but the cake was gone. In Jingjing's hand, there was a green ivy leaf with a tiny dewdrop on it.
"Mom, look, this is bad."
Ye Qingqing's heart sank to the bottom. The dew on the leaves was actually poison. How could Tang Yuanyuan have poisoned the yam cake?
And she even harmed her own children. What happened to her?
"Yuanyuan, why... Yuanyuan... what's wrong with you?"
Ye Qingqing was startled. Tang Yuanyuan's eyes flashed red, and then she lost consciousness.