After inviting the person, Zhou Weicheng heard Zhou Weicheng beg: "Mr. Yue is already terminally ill and dares to ask the Lord to visit him and do a cow or horse to repay him!"
Lin Tailai asked in confusion: "What do you want me to visit? I am not a doctor."
Zhou Weicheng replied: "If the Junhou visited him personally, he could not inspire the vitality of Yue Weng, then this time he would be able to do so.
In addition, when Mr. Yue was awake, he also had a few words, as if he wanted to meet the Lord before his death."
When Lin Tailai heard that Hai Qingtian was terminally ill again, he felt mixed feelings in his heart and couldn't help but sigh.
In original history, Hai Rui should have passed away seven years ago, and it was also exciting for him to survive until now.
But people cannot live forever. After all, there will be a time when the oil is exhausted. Hai Qingtian may not be able to get through this time.
Then Lin Tailai ordered to his left and right, "Go and prepare immediately! I want to set off, hurry up and rush to Nanjing."
There are too few pure people like this, so let's meet for the last time, if you can catch up.
Besides, Hai Qingtian is so poor, so I spent money to help arrange the funeral. It was also a beautiful story to pass it on to future generations.
Two or three days later, Lin Tailai appeared in the official hall area of ​​the Censorate in the north of Nanjing City.
Hai Rui's residence is an ordinary two-enterprise hospital. At this time, Hai Rui was bedridden in the back room and was in a coma most of the time.
Lin Tailai stood in the yard and waited for more than half an hour before Hai Qingtian woke up.
Lin Tailai opened the curtain again and went in, and the light inside the house was dim.
Hai Qingtian lay on the couch on his back motionless, and he was exhausted when he turned over, as if only a pair of eyes had used up his last strength and opened it to look at Lin Tailai.
"Everything comes back." Hai Rui said, obviously to the old concubine and son-in-law who were serving him.
After everyone else left the house, Hai Rui asked Lin Tailai again: "I can't understand you."
Lin Tailai also wanted to stimulate Hai Qingtian, and replied a little inappropriately: "I am a god from heaven, and of course I can't understand the body of a mortal."
Hai Qingtian looked at the beam of the house, and after a while, he asked again: "What do you want to do?"
After thinking about it, Lin Tailai replied: "Save the world."
Hai Rui's eyes flashed and he continued to ask, "How to save it?"
Lin Tai said: "Only I know the general direction, but I can't explain it clearly.
Even if it is said, no one believes it. Just treat it as the secret of heaven and cannot be leaked."
Hai Rui couldn't help but accuse him: "But you do too bad sometimes."
Lin Tailai responded: "Believe me, if there were no me, the future world would be worse.
Or, even if I do something wrong, the world will not be worse.”
Hai Rui also wanted to discuss it in depth, but when he was exhausted, he had no more strength. He slowly closed his eyes and his breathing gradually stopped.
Lin Tailai bowed gently to the old man, walked to the door, and shook his head at Zhou Weicheng.
Then Lin Tailai stayed in Nanjing for half a month and paid for help with the funeral.
Zhou Weicheng escorted Hai Qingtian's coffin back to Hainan, and Lin Tailai followed him to Suzhou, and then wrote to officials from Zhejiang, Fujian and other places, requesting care along the way.
However, after Lin Tailai sent Hai Qingtian away, Wang Shimao rushed over from Taicang Prefecture before he had a few days off.
Looking at Wang Shimao whose eyes were already swollen, Lin Tailai's ominous premonition immediately surged into his heart.
Sure enough, Wang Shimao immediately heard a hoarse voice: "The bad news came from the capital. My brother was seriously ill and died of treatment half a month ago."
Lin Tailai remained silent. The nine years he traveled through time together, but there were not as many old friends as he had sent them away in the past few months.
In original history, Wang Shizhen passed away four years ago. Even if he changed his fate by himself against the will of heaven, he could not last forever.
The end of his life for the old leader Wang Tianguan has arrived. He has left with his literary friends and enemies who have been with Wu Guolun, Wang Daokun, and Xu Wenchang for decades.
When the old leader's coffin arrives in Taicang Prefecture, Lin Tailai has to preside over the funeral in person, and only Lin Tailai is the most qualified.
It seems that in the first half of this year, I can’t do anything else, I can only write epitaphs, pay condolences, and hold funerals.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!