902. Chapter 902 Stealing the dragon and turning the phoenix
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The two of them were talking outside the door, but Huang Huasen got up and went to the bathroom.
His face was pale, his hands and feet were cold and limp as he sat on the hospital bed, his lips were trembling, and his whole body was weak.
"How could that happen? Why am I really going to die?"
He muttered to himself, his hands feebly touching his heart.
Zeng Tianhua and Yang Zimei walked in.
"Watson, are you feeling very uncomfortable again? Do you want to call the doctor?"
Zeng Tianhua asked nervously.
Huang Huasen waved his hand and looked at Yang Zimei, "Xiaomei, tell me, how long can I live?"
"I guess I won't make it through tomorrow."
Yang Zimei really couldn't bear to tell this cruel fact, but he had to tell him so that he could make arrangements for his funeral.
Even though he had overheard their conversation before and was mentally prepared, when he actually heard it now, he still felt like he had been hit by a heavy hammer.
Yang Zimei took out the silver needle and pricked his acupuncture points to calm him down.
"Watson, if this is true, what should you do?"
Zeng Tianhua looked at him with pity and asked worriedly.
"I can't die!"
Huang Huasen shook his head and said, "I have been fighting Zhou Qiang for so many years, and I am really not willing to die at such a critical moment and let him get promoted smoothly."
Yang Zimei sighed secretly.
Even if your life is gone, why are you still fighting for this breath?
"Teacher Zeng, I want to continue to maintain my political life until Zhou Qiang is defeated. Otherwise, I will not be willing to die."
Huang Huasen looked at Yang Zimei expectantly, "Xiaomei, can you tell my fate, can you help me resolve this disaster? The master I met in Thailand last year said he could help me resolve this year's disaster.
It’s a pity that I thought what he said was nonsense and didn’t take it to heart at all.”
Yang Zimei smiled bitterly, "If I can help, for the sake of my uncle, I will naturally help. Last year, the god of death had not approached you, and it was indeed possible to avoid it, but now it is too late, what master?"
I can't help you at all. You'd better make good arrangements for your funeral to avoid leaving too hastily."
Huang Huasen lowered his head and said unwillingly, "I'm not willing to accept it, I really am not willing to accept it."
"That's fate, and it's not up to you if you don't want to do it! There's not much time left. If I were you, I wouldn't want to be entangled in the fight with Zhou Qiang anymore, but spend time with my family."
Yang Zimei advised.
Huang Huasen was silent for a while, then waved Yang Zimei out. He had something to say to Zeng Tianhua alone.
Yang Zimei walked out and waited outside.
"Teacher Zeng, you also know that my joining politics and becoming an official is not just for me, but for the prosperity of our Huang family. If I die, our Huang family will be finished and may be reduced to the village again.
People are laughing stock. I absolutely don’t want this to happen, I must continue to honor my ancestors.”
Huang Huasen held Zeng Tianhua's hand, "So, I want to ask you to help me."
Zeng Tianhua knew better than anyone how much Huang Huasen was burdened. He nodded, "As long as I can do it, I will help you without any hesitation."
"I want you to help my brother, steal a dragon and turn a phoenix into a phoenix, so that he can live in my place."
"What?"
Zeng Tianhua was frightened by his idea, "How is this possible?"
"You also know that my twin brother looks very much like me, and he is also smart and talented. It is just because of me that he has been living in a small shop at home. Let him replace me and he will get started soon. I
I want him to replace me and defeat Zhou Qiang."
Huang Huasen said.
Zeng Tianhua looked at Huang Huasen and fell into deep thought.
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