Huang Huasen was sent to the hospital by Zeng Tianhua and was diagnosed with acute myocardial infarction. The rescue was quite timely and his life was temporarily saved from death. However, the doctor said that the situation was not optimistic and the possibility of an attack at any time in the past few days was very high. It is recommended that
Hospitalized and under observation.
Zeng Tianhua looked at Huang Huasen whose face turned purple and blue.
How could such a seemingly healthy person suddenly have a myocardial infarction?
And it’s still at this critical moment.
Zeng Tianhua thought of Yang Zimei's words and his heart sank.
Could it be that Niuniu really has a very keen premonition?
Can you really predict someone's death?
Thinking of this, he called Yang Zimei and told Yang Zimei Huang Huasen's current situation, "Niuniu, I didn't expect that your premonition was really effective. Why is this?"
"Uncle, although Secretary Huang has been rescued now, he will not survive tomorrow night. You must prepare for the worst."
Yang Zimei reminded.
"Seriously?" Zeng Tianhua's heart sank, and he couldn't help asking, "What should we do?"
"Uncle, I'm going to tell you that I have been studying metaphysics since I was a child, and divination and fortune-telling are more effective. I know that my uncle doesn't believe in this, but some things, even if you don't believe in them, don't exist."
At this time, Yang Zimei had to reveal his true identity.
Because of Huang Huasen, Zeng Tianhua's situation is becoming more and more dangerous, and it must be resolved before he can survive such a catastrophe this year.
"Niuniu, are you kidding me? Metaphysics is something that is both mysterious and mysterious. It is used to fool people. You are too young to learn anything, but you choose to learn this. Now is not the time to fool my uncle."
Zeng Tianhua frowned and said.
"Uncle, I really am not cheating. Otherwise, you can give me a person's birth date and name at will, and I will give him a divination. If it is accurate, you will believe me. If it is not accurate, of course you don't need to do it.
Xin. However, this person cannot be related by blood to you and me, because relatives cannot meet each other."
Yang Zimei had no choice but to prove herself through facts.
Zeng Tianhua thought for a while and gave her the birth date and name of one of his daughter-in-laws.
Moreover, his daughter-in-law is now in the capital. Even people in Guangyuan rarely know her, let alone Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei did some calculations and accurately told his daughter-in-law's family background, some of the major events she had experienced, and even the secret miscarriage last year.
The more Zeng Tianhua heard, the more surprised he became, and he reported the birth date of another daughter-in-law.
Yang Zimei still said nothing wrong.
"Uncle, if you still don't believe me, maybe you can call us back to City A. Among the dignitaries in City A, it can be said that there is almost no one who doesn't know my name. Otherwise, do you think I
Why should Murong Yunqing be willing to mortgage his shop to gamble like that?"
Yang Zimei said.
Zeng Tianhua had a certain understanding of Murong Yunqing, and he also knew that this man was extremely arrogant and did not convince others easily. However, he was obedient to Yang Zimei, who was much younger, and spoke with a certain degree of humility.
He has always advocated science and opposed feudal superstition. He has never thought of contacting or even rejected the metaphysics of divination and fortune-telling.
Now, his beloved little relative is actually a divine fortune teller, and he seems to be very accurate, which he really can't accept.