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Why¡ª
Why did he practice medicine and save people for decades, saving eight hundred lives if not one thousand? Even if it is not infinite merit, it should be called a high meritorious service, but why did he end up in such a state?
He is not reconciled!
Li Youzhong had a ferocious face, and the corner of his eye fell on the muzzle of the gun on his temple. Just when Song Fengchen took the pill, straightened his waist and turned to face Zhang's family, he suddenly jumped up from the ground, his head was wrong He shot|shot, hitting the guard's stomach impartially.
Unable to be on guard, the guard's face changed, and he sprayed Li Youzhong's head with saliva, followed by the whole person soaring to the ground. At this moment, Li Youzhong stretched out his left hand, grabbed his wrist, and slammed As soon as the ground was pressed hard, the guard felt pain, and when he loosened his fingers, the pistol in his hand fell down.
The moment the guard slammed on the wall fiercely, the pistol fell firmly into Li Youzhong's hand.
In the light of the calcium carbide fire, he raised his hand with a gun and pointed at the back of Song Fengchen's head.
"boom¡ª¡ª"
The young man standing beside Li Youzhong didn't even have time to think, he picked up a vase on the ancient shelf next to him, and smashed it right on Li Youzhong's forehead.
The world was quiet for a moment. The young man looked at his hands, at the blood dripping from Li Youzhong's forehead, and at the broken porcelain on the ground. He blinked his eyes, and his brain slowly emptied.
Li Youzhong opened his mouth, gasping for breath, his gaze became loose a little bit, his face was complicated, resentful, unwillingbut he had no regrets.
He only heard a plop, and he fell straight down.
Hearing the sound, Song Fengchen silently put away the talisman paper in his hand.
One thought of heaven, one thought of hell, nothing more than that.
"Is the person still alive?" Zhang Zhongshu asked belatedly.
If Li Youzhong really died in his house, not to mention dirtying his house, he would inevitably cause unnecessary trouble to his house.
Hearing this, the young man suddenly came back to his senses, and hastily stretched out his hand to touch under Li Youzhong's nose, feeling the intermittent heat on his finger, his heart was relieved, but on his face he had an expression of 'he's cheap': " Not dead, still alive!"
"It's okay, he won't live for a few days anyway." Song Fengchen only said.
Zhang Zhongshu naturally believed in Song Fengchen.
Since Li Youzhong doesn't have much work left, it's much easier to deal with. He didn't shy away from Song Fengchen, and turned to look at the middle-aged man: "Go, send him back to the Li family, and tell the elders of the Li family that he What a good thing you did!"
I believe that the Li family will be very willing to give him a satisfactory answer.
After dealing with Li Youzhong, Zhang Zhongshu looked back at Song Fengchen: "Nephew Song Xian, do you see my father's body?"
Hearing this, Zhang Bingjun, who was teetering on the bed, pulled himself together with difficulty.
Only then did Song Fengchen think of the business, and he handed the pill in his hand to Zhang Zhongshu: "This is the Gu worm, the vitality that the old man has been sucked away is in its body."
Zhang Zhongshu overcame the fear in his heart and quickly reached out to pick it up.
Song Fengchen continued: "Find a thicker tin box, put it in, add half a tael of glutinous rice root, three qian of soft-shelled turtle shell, and one qian of cinnabar. The powder was made into ointment with rice washing water, and applied on the old man's heart. When the ointment turns reddish brown, it means that the anger has returned to the old man."
"However, the old man is old after all, and after suffering such a crime, he will inevitably suffer from sequelae in the future." As he said, Song Fengchen glanced at Zhang Bingjun.
Zhang Bingjun smiled wryly, but he also took it easy: "It's okay, I'm already satisfied if I can live."
Song Fengchen nodded, knowing that he couldn't help much, so he simply didn't speak anymore.
After that, there was another thank you, so I don't need to mention it again.
?Rejecting Zhang Zhongshu's kindness to keep a meal, when Song Fengchen returned home, Xu Shujian just came out of the bathroom after washing.
Seeing the big and small bags in Song Fengchen's hand, Xu Shujian walked to the kitchen and asked, "Why did you come back after buying so many things all of a sudden?"
"I didn't buy it, it was a gift from the Zhang family." Song Fengchen put all the things in his hand on the coffee table, picked up the kettle and poured a glass of water down his stomach.
"The Zhang family?"
"Yes." Song Fengchen sorted out the things on the coffee table while telling the ins and outs of the matter.
Take two bottles of Moutai and put them under the bed in the bedroom, put three sticks of Chunghwa cigarettes and a can of 200 grams of saffron.In the cabinet, there are some dried fruits and jerky stuffed into the study. When Xu Shujian is tired from reading, she always likes to make a cup of tea. Of course, snacks are indispensable.
Adding the 1,000 from the Zhang family, the 30,000 from the Ding family, and the 42,000 from the previous gold sale, his family fortune exceeded 90,000 in one fell swoop.
A little happy.
Song Fengchen hummed a little tune, and his eyes fell on the only remaining cardboard box on the coffee table. It was not the thank you gift from Cheng Hanfei after he settled Ding's family affairs before.
He opened the carton and saw that there was a set of molds inside.
A few pieces of yellowed letter paper were pressed under the mold. When I opened it, I saw the four characters of 'Baohan Ningxiang'.
Looking further down, there are many words such as musk, ice/flakes, gold leaf, hammering, into ash, and out of ash.
"This is¡ª" Song Fengchen raised his eyebrows: "An ancient ink formula?"
"What?" Xu Shujian mistakenly thought that Song Fengchen was talking to him, and immediately poked her head out of the kitchen.
Song Fengchen looked up at him, it seemed that Xu Shujian's birthday would be in three months' time, his eyes flickered slightly, and he put the letter paper back into the paper box calmly, "It's okay, I just remembered something, and said to myself Woolen cloth!"
"Yes." Xu Shujian looked away without doubting him.
Song Fengchen carried the box into the bedroom. He planned to hide the things first, and study them carefully when he was free in a few days.
Time spans 1978, and in the blink of an eye, it has been almost two years since Song Fengchen came to this world.
On January 14th, Beijing University officially started its winter vacation, and Song Fengchen also received his first transcript in his life.
¡ª¡ªHis total score ranked third among the forty formal students and eight auditors of the 78-level Russian major, thanks to Xu Shujian's occasional small talk for him.
For this reason, the rosewood desk in the study has suffered a lot. It has only been finished for a few months, and it has already been reworked twice in a loose manner.
That is to say, as long as Song Fengchen can continue to maintain a good ranking in the top five of the class in the next year, he can become a full-time student in the second semester of his sophomore year.
Song Fengchen was in a good mood. In his last life, due to various reasons, he was not able to go to school. It is impossible to say that he has no regrets. How could he be unhappy when his wish finally came true in this life, and he was accompanied by his beloved.
In order to celebrate this happy event, Song Fengchen deliberately persuaded Xu Shujian to have a delicious lunch at a Moscow restaurant. Then I went to the lumber factory and spent 30,000 yuan to wrap the remaining red sandalwood in the factory, and bought 20 square meters of huanghuali.
Just when he was looking for someone to transport the wood back to the warehouse of the mansion, and when he got home, Cheng Hanfei arrived on the back foot.
He said: "Mr. Song, a call from Hong Kong City said that something happened to your uncle." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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