The bruised and bruised soul had an expression of relief, but was blown away by the wind, leaving only the young man kneeling down with his head buried in the air, whose expression could not be seen clearly.
A pair of slender and soft arms hugged his waist from behind, trying to bring him a little warmth, but there was no response as if he was infatuated.
Yu Wenzhao, who felt the touch on his arms and in front of his body, was wondering why Wei Changpan's body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, when the latter's body relaxed in an instant and fell to the side.
Seeing the disciples of Yanyu Tower shouting and carrying the fainted Wei Changpan into the house, the daughter of the owner of Yanyu Tower saw Wei Changpan with tears still on her cheeks. She recalled her heart palpitations before and her two slender eyebrows also frowned.
, raised his head to look at the sky that was still unclear after the rain, and his heart felt heavy, as if a huge boulder had been weighed down on him.
....
"Doctor, is he okay?" In the guest room on the island, Sun Mao, the resident doctor of Yanyu Tower, was taking the pulse of Wei Changpan, who was lying on the couch with his eyes closed.
Cang Cang's current status in the building is second only to the building owner. After all, none of the children of Yanyu Building want to be injured and left without treatment.
Dr. Sun Maung Sun's father was from the Yanyu Tower. Together with his nephew, he has been treating diseases in the Yanyu Tower for three generations. He has treated no less than a thousand people, and he owes countless favors.
Sun Mao, who had taken his pulse lightly, stopped Yu Wenzhao with his eyes, who was clearly trying to get closer to the cave. The latter was now wearing agarwood-colored narrow sleeves common to Jiangnan women, and had an attractive oval face.
Full of anxiety.
If any other Yanyulou disciples dared to make noises while this doctor, who was famous for his medical skills and temper, would most likely have his medicine bag picked up and hit on the head several times.
But Yu Wenzhao, who was extremely favored both in and out of Yanyu Tower, was an exception. Sun Mao had watched her grow from a little yellow-haired girl to her current graceful appearance, and it was common for her to be carried on his shoulders and played with.
Wei Changpan's eyelids flickered, as if he was about to wake up and caught Yu Wenzhao's eyes. After his body trembled for a moment, he slowly opened his eyes with a blank expression. When his sight touched Yu Wenzhao, he tilted his head, but he was just silent.
Just when she was about to close the door of the house, she suddenly heard a low voice: "Master..."
Yu Wenzhao became excited, grabbed the candle from the doctor's hand and ran over, looking straight at Wei Changpan, startling the maid nearby.
"Zhao'er...master..."
"I'm here." Yu Wenzhao, who didn't care whether his behavior was in line with etiquette or not, held Wei Changpan tightly from the quilt.
The hand that reached out.
Wei Changpan nodded, his eyes closed weakly, tears rolled down again, and then he became quiet, even the sound of breathing disappeared.
"Crying, crying, crying again, how can a good man hold his body up like a grudge against a woman." From a distance, several disciples of Yanyulou who were spying behind the rockery commented.
"Chang Pan! Chang Pan!" The girl from Yanyulou was stunned for a moment, and then she shouted uncontrollably.
This behavior undoubtedly touched the bottom line of his medical practice. He went up to explore, pulled Yu Wenzhao's clothes hard, dragged him up, and pulled him out of the house.
"I just fell asleep!" Sun Mao lowered his voice, "I just woke up because I was restless."
Yu Wenzhao, who trusted Sun Mao's medical skills, glanced at the pale young man through the crack in the door, his face unabated with worry, and then glared fiercely at Sun Mao who had dragged her out, making him a little stunned.
After feeling guilty, he turned around and left.
When she turned to leave, she didn't forget to turn around and make a fierce face at Sun Maung, who pretended not to notice and looked around with his hands behind his back.
Sun Mao, who watched Yu Wenzhao go away, wrinkled his gray eyebrows and asked the person next to him:
"Is there anything that can't be said in front of Wen Zhao? Is it possible that Uncle Wu has some ulterior motive to hide this?"
Behind him, the confidant of the current acting building owner, dressed as a servant, responded with a respectful gesture:
"If this matter spreads from ten to ten on the island in the middle of the lake, there is a risk that people's hearts will be unstable. Therefore, the fewer people who know about this matter, the better." This young man's voice is gentle, which can attract many people.
It's something that feels close to my heart as soon as I hear it.
The young man who had been watching everyone's actions saw that Sun Mao still had no reaction, so he continued: "Master Wu is also worried about the impact of this matter, so he ordered me to come and tell Dr. Sun and don't spread the word. After all, our Master of Yanyu Building and Zhang
The two gunmen are out there, so we should focus on the overall situation."
Sun Mao, who snorted from his nose, glanced sideways at the young man who still had a respectful attitude, and said in a disdainful tone: "Uncle Wu still remembers that Master Yu is outside and is not dead yet. He is afraid that that generation of Master is impatient."
Now, do you want to take off the word "generation"?" He patted this extremely low-statured young man like an old gangster.
"Want to change the dynasty? Yes! But you have to wait until Master Yu ends his life or dies in the hands of Songfeng Mountain." Sun Mao's five-finger hook gesture was about to slap the young man on the head, but before he actually touched it, he changed his palm.
"Tell your master, don't be too anxious. Whether it's wooing smart people or controlling the money in the building, I can pretend you didn't see it."
"Only one!" Sun Mao stretched out his hand to the back of the young man's head, bumped his head hard with his, and then whispered in his ear, "If I find out that Wu Changbo and Songfengshan colluded...
For one thing, I, Sun Mao, are trying to trick my disciple from Yanyulou, even if I risk my life, I will give him a bad death."
The young man who was frightened into a cold sweat was released, his forehead became red and swollen, and then he heard Sun Mao say loudly: "This boy, he practiced martial arts too diligently, which caused the qi and blood to go backwards, so he had illusions in front of his eyes.
It’s nothing serious, just need to rest for a few days and you’ll be fine.”
The young man who had received amnesty was about to leave when he heard Sun Maung's faint voice behind him: "Tell him that even if the owner of the building dies, the inheritance of Yanyu Building cannot be cut off."
....
"He really said that?"
In the high position that used to be occupied by Yu Cheng, the owner of Yanyu Building, Wu Changbo, wearing a feather fan and a turban, spoke in a lazy tone to the young man who vividly stated Sun Mao's words to him.
"Dad, how can my son tell lies when he is dealing with that old man Sun?" the young man complained, "but that old man is too arrogant. He just calls dad by his first name, and he still speaks out.
Threatening dad's life..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a blood-red slap mark on his face. The force was so strong that it slapped him directly into the corner.
With inexplicably frightened eyes, the illegitimate son of Wu Changbo, the deputy owner of Yanyu Building, prostrated himself on the ground and did not dare to make a sound again.
"In the Jianghu sect, if there were not a few people like him who thought wholeheartedly about the survival of the sect, there would be no way to survive." Wu Changbo, dressed as a Confucian scholar, spread his arms. The wind blowing in from outside the house was biting, "But if Wei Changpan
After seeing that situation, I am afraid that the inheritance of Yanyu Tower will really be cut off in my hands..."
You, Sun Mao, are just a person, facing the general trend, but you are just a mayfly shaking the tree and doing useless work.