Qian Weidong slapped Qian Bowen hard on the face twice, and then said: "Brother, I have always regarded you as a role model for me to learn from. How could you do such a thing that is worse than a beast? I, I, ugh
Woo hoo..."
Qian Weidong squatted on the ground, covering his face and crying bitterly.
"Weidong, I'm sorry, brother, I've let you down."
Qian Bowen said with a painful look on his face: "I don't want to do this either. It's all because of my father's rigidity. No matter how much I beg, he is unwilling to let me go."
"If he had pretended that he didn't know anything, nothing like what happened today would have happened."
"I thought this was going to be perfect, but I never expected that Ye Qiu is here."
Qian Bowen glanced at Ye Qiu and said, "You are a very smart boy, and you will definitely achieve great success in the future. Listen to my uncle's words, don't imitate me, you must follow the right path."
Ye Qiu felt bad. He didn't expect to encounter such a thing when he came to Qian's house for the first time.
Qian Bowen asked Ye Qiu: "When did you start doubting me?"
"When we were in the main room earlier," Ye Qiu said, "I asked about the art of hating victory. None of the three masters of traditional Chinese medicine knew about it, but my uncle knew about it. This surprised me."
Qian Bowen said: "With my knowledge, it is not surprising that I want to know the art of being tired of winning."
"So I was just suspicious at the time and not sure that the murderer was you."
"Is it because of the evil energy in my hands that you finally determined that the murderer was me?"
Ye Qiu shook his head and said, "I don't know how to read the Qi."
Um?
Qian Bowen was stunned.
Others were also stunned.
Ye Qiu said: "Among the Taoists, there is indeed a saying of fortune-telling. In ancient times, skilled Taoist priests, warlocks, geomancers, fortune-tellers, etc. could distinguish good or bad luck through fortune-telling, and even see a person's fate or fate.
Great luck in the world."
"To modern people, the art of qi-watching only exists in legends. At least so far, I have never seen anyone know how to do qi-watching."
Only then did everyone understand.
Ye Qiu was cheating earlier.
Cao Chunmei yelled at Ye Qiu: "You bastard, you actually lied to us, how shameless!"
"If you are upright and honest, even if I am cheating, nothing will come out." Ye Qiu shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that you have something evil in your heart."
Qian Bowen was not angry at all. Instead, he looked at Ye Qiu with admiration in his eyes and said, "You are so thoughtful at such a young age. You are also good at observing and understanding people's hearts. It's not easy!"
"Uncle, thank you very much."
Qian Bowen added: "Since the qi-gazing technique is fake, then you also lied to me when you said that my father can wake up?"
"I'm not lying to you about this." Ye Qiu said, "I am a doctor. I will never talk nonsense when dealing with a patient's condition. Besides, he is still my grandfather."
"When will father wake up?" Qian Bowen asked.
"Soon, if we receive treatment now, it will only take one or two hours for grandpa to wake up," Ye Qiu said.
"Fortunately you are here, otherwise my father would have gone west, and my sin would have been even more serious."
Qian Bowen looked up at the long white clouds in the sky, and the past events were turning through his mind quickly like pages in a book.
After a while.
Qian Bowen read softly:
"My whole life's career has been in vain, and my half-life's fame is like a dream. If there is still a chance in the next life, I will kneel down and respect my father!"
The voice fell.
Qian Bowen suddenly hit the wall.
Ye Qiu raised his steps and was about to rush out. With his skill, he was able to stop Qian Bowen in time, but in the end he gave up.
Perhaps, for the uncle, death is the best destination.
Bang!
Qian Bowen's head hit the wall, his head was bruised and bleeding, and his body fell limply to the ground.
The sudden change shocked everyone.
"Brother——"
Qian Jinglan exclaimed, ran over quickly, hugged Qian Bowen in her arms, and shouted loudly: "Qiu'er, please save your uncle."
Ye Qiu stood still and didn't move.
No one else moved either.
After Qian Weidong reacted, he ran over and grabbed Qian Bowen's hand, crying and saying, "Brother, why are you doing this?"
Qian Bowen forced a smile and said: "I have sinned so much that I can only be freed by death."
"Jinglan, Wei Dong, I can no longer fulfill my filial piety, so I will ask you to take care of my father!"
"And Chunmei and Ronger, please help me beg my father to let them live..."
Wow!
Qian Bowen spurted blood from his mouth. He turned his head with difficulty, looked at Cao Chunmei and said: "If life is just like the first time we met... Chunmei, yes, I'm sorry..."
The sound stopped suddenly.
The breath is cut off.
"Brother!" Qian Jinglan burst into tears.
Qian Weidong held Qian Bowen's hand tightly and said with tears: "Brother, don't worry, we will take care of father."
When Cao Chunmei saw this scene, she laughed loudly: "Good death! Good death!"
"Qian Bowen, don't think that we will forgive you if you die."
"Let me tell you, Ronger and I will never forgive you in this life, I...wuwuwu..."
Cao Chunmei cursed and suddenly burst into tears.
Ye Qiu turned around and was about to leave. At this moment, he suddenly saw a gentle woman wearing a long skirt standing at the door of the inner courtyard. Her appearance was somewhat similar to Qian Rong, holding a little girl of four or five years old in her hand.
The woman stood at the door, staring blankly at Qian Bowen in the yard, with two lines of clear tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.
"Who is she?" Ye Qiu asked.
Qian Duoduo replied: "The youngest daughter of the uncle's family, Qian Shiyu."
"Oh." Ye Qiu said lightly and said, "Such a change has happened at home. My second uncle must be very busy in the past few days. You can help my second uncle share some of the burden."
"Yeah." Qian Duoduo nodded.
Ye Qiu walked up to Qian Weidong and whispered: "Second uncle, don't be sad. This result will be a relief for uncle."
"Now that my uncle is gone, you, my second uncle, are the backbone of the family. You have to be strong and help handle my uncle's funeral affairs."
"I'm going to treat grandpa now."
After Ye Qiu finished speaking, he was about to leave.
"Wait a moment!"
Qian Weidong stopped Ye Qiu, wiped his tears, and then said, "Ye Qiu, can you let father wake up later?"
Ye Qiu was a little confused.
Qian Weidong said: "I don't want my father to see my eldest brother like this when he opens his eyes. Can you give me a day to deal with my eldest brother's funeral first?"
Ye Qiu asked: "Second uncle, is one day enough?"
"That's enough." Qian Weidong sighed: "The Qian family is a scholarly family with a hundred years of history. If something like this happens, once word gets out, it will definitely lose face. Therefore, the eldest brother's funeral can only be handled in a low-key manner."
Ye Qiu felt that Qian Weidong was right to do this and said, "Second uncle, if you need my help, you can always ask."
"good."
On the same day, Qian Weidong settled Qian Bowen's funeral affairs.
the next morning.
Ye Qiu took three masters of traditional Chinese medicine and entered the main room again.
