It was the first time for Zhong Hao to come to Shidanjing. Just based on his first impression, Zhong Hao was sure that this place was on a higher level than Jinxiu Road.
It can be seen that the Ye family is definitely not comparable to the Mu family in terms of status and status.
Although the Mu family is one of the four major financial groups in Jincheng, these four major financial groups are only superficial. Some truly powerful and powerful families will never show their faces like this.
For example, the Ye family must be one of these families.
Daofeng's car passed through the driveways of Shidangjing, and just a few minutes later, it parked in the parking lot of Ye's villa.
As soon as he got off the car, Zhong Hao saw Mr. Ye fishing in a rain pavilion not far ahead.
Mr. Ye was wearing a Tang suit with a comfortable expression. When he saw Zhong Hao arriving, his wrinkled old face showed a kind smile, and he waved to Zhong Hao from a distance to signal Zhong Hao to come over.
Ye Junyan also got out of the car, and she said to Zhong Hao: "Zhong Hao, go over and talk to grandpa. I'll go inside and prepare lunch for you."
Listening to what Ye Junyan said, Zhong Hao's expression was obviously stunned.
He originally thought that a wealthy and powerful family like the Ye family would have rotating chefs to prepare meals, such as the Mu family.
What he didn't expect was that this lunch was actually cooked by Ye Junyan herself.
Looking at Ye Junyan's cold and noble temperament and her pretty face like an ice sculpture, Zhong Hao really couldn't connect the two.
"Grandpa, he was not in good health before and was not used to eating food cooked by others. I was responsible for his diet. Over time, he got used to it." Ye Junyan obviously knew what Zhong Hao was thinking, so she explained gently.
There was a sound.
After saying that, she walked into the villa.
The delicate thoughts, the tenderness hidden behind the cold temperament, and the filial piety at this moment, looking at Ye Junyan's cold and tall figure, Zhong Hao's heart was slightly touched.
However, he quickly retracted his gaze and walked towards Mr. Ye.
Dao Feng drove away in his car, because there was no need for his protection inside.
When Zhong Hao approached, Mr. Ye asked Zhong Hao to sit down on the chair next to him. He did not bother with the bait, but asked: "Zhong Hao, I heard from Jun Yan that you just met some people in the hospital.
Thing, what is it?"
Because Guan Xiaoying's matter delayed some time, Ye Junyan called back when she was in the hospital and told Mr. Ye that she might come back later.
"That's it..." Zhong Hao didn't hide anything and told the truth about what happened in the hospital.
Zhong Hao's words did not express sympathy for Guan Zeming, nor did he criticize the hospital for being different. He just briefly described the matter from an objective perspective.
Mr. Ye listened very seriously and waited for Zhong Hao to finish speaking before he nodded gently.
After thinking for a moment, Mr. Ye suddenly said: "Zhong Hao, do you remember what I told you about Li Huayu last time?"
"Yes, I remember."
Zhong Hao nodded lightly. For him, the three words "Li Huayu" have a special meaning. This meaning is not about chasing, but about transcending.
"I'm telling you the first half of Li Huayu's story. Are you interested in hearing the second half of his story?" Mr. Ye said slowly. It can be seen from his expression that he is not just
It's so easy to tell a story.
Zhong Hao also realized this and said, "Grandpa Ye, please tell me."
"Li Huayu has been practicing medicine all his life, and he will not save anyone who is not powerful and wealthy. His path as an 'imperial doctor' is devoid of any benevolence and righteousness. In his opinion, he has no need to treat all patients who have no value, and his
Throughout his life until his death, he never treated any patient for free who was of no use value to him."
Mr. Ye paused, then looked at Zhong Hao.
"Li Huayu is dead?" Zhong Hao was a little surprised. He thought that Li Huayu was still alive, but he didn't expect that he was dead.
"Do you know how he died?" Mr. Ye asked.
Zhong Hao shook his head. He only just knew whether Li Huayu was dead or alive. How could he know how Li Huayu died?
"He was killed by himself." Mr. Ye said slowly.
Zhong Hao was even more puzzled, but he didn't ask anything, but waited for Mr. Ye to continue.
"It's still the same story three years ago. Although Li Huayu used the power of favor in his hands to uproot that family, at the end of the day, that family launched a desperate counterattack against him."
"Eleven killers chased Li Huayu, but Li Huayu was also amazing. Even though he was seriously injured, he escaped from those killers and hid in a farmer's piggery. Li Huayu
The injury at that time was very serious and he lost a lot of blood. However, he performed simple self-rescue through acupuncture. If someone could send him to the hospital for treatment in time, there would be absolutely no problem in saving his life."
Speaking of this, Mr. Ye suddenly stopped and looked at Zhong Hao very seriously.
"Grandpa Ye, has anyone discovered him?" Zhong Hao asked, his intuition telling him that this matter was not that simple.
"Yes, the pig farmer of that house discovered him."
Mr. Ye paused for a moment, and then continued: "However, the pig farmer did not send Li Huayu to the hospital. Instead, he sat next to Li Huayu and watched Li Huayu for four hours, waiting until Li Huayu lost too much blood.
After he died, he called the police..."
Listening to this, Zhong Hao suddenly had a creepy feeling. If that person didn't have a grudge against Li Huayu, he definitely had a mental problem.
"Zhong Hao, do you think that pig farmer has a mental problem?" Mr. Ye seemed to know what Zhong Hao was thinking and asked suddenly.
Zhong Hao nodded slightly, he indeed had this idea.
But at this moment, Zhong Hao suddenly remembered what Mr. Ye said before - he was killed by himself.
Thinking of this, Zhong Hao suddenly understood why Mr. Ye told him this story.
"The pig farmer has no problem, because just a month ago, Li Huayu was just like the pig farmer. He watched the pig farmer's wife who had a car accident and died of excessive blood loss."
Mr. Ye sighed softly, and then continued: "At that time, someone recognized Li Huayu's identity, and the pig farmer also knelt in front of Li Huayu and begged him. However, Li Huayu did not save him because the pig farmer could not save him.
Any return he is satisfied with, so he believes that the pig farmer’s wife has no value in letting him save people..."
Hearing this, Zhong Hao was slightly thoughtful.
Seeing Zhong Hao's thoughtful look, Mr. Ye showed a happy smile on his face, and then asked: "Zhong Hao, do you understand why I want to tell you this story?"
"Um."
Zhong Hao nodded gently, because he already understood what Mr. Ye meant.
In return, if Li Huayu had saved people at that time, then he would never have died in the end.
Because he pays too much attention to rewards and benefits, he would never have dreamed that a person who seemed to have no benefits or rewards could become his life-saving straw at the most critical moment in his life.
For Zhong Hao, the meaning is actually the same.
Not everything needs to be rewarded. Perhaps an occasional act of kindness will plant a fruit of good deeds for you.
Some will not bloom, but some will bloom and bear fruit.
