Qin Hai looked at Zhong Yue with some weirdness, thinking that he had heard it wrong, "What did you say?"

Zhong Yue asked excitedly: "What Mr. Qin just said is that Liu Hehua has passed away from the imperial hall?"

"how?"

Zhong Yue asked, "Your mother, sorry. Master Qin, I'm not...I'm too...I'm a little excited."

Qin Hai said in confusion: "You can say it slowly, it doesn't matter. My mother has been away for decades, so don't care about my emotions."

"I take the liberty to ask, are your mother's hands colder?"

Qin Hai stared at Zhong Yue.

Zhong Yue added, "What I mean by cold is not that kind of normal cold."

Liu Hehua is neither Liu Guihua nor Liu Meigui. Yes, it is Liu Hehua. Zhong Yue finally recalled where he saw this name. It was the case sent by Zhang Heping that was similar to Huang Youwei, the girl who lived to the age of fourteen.

However, when asked, Zhong Yue regretted it. Even during the Republic of China, a woman gave birth to a child at the age of fourteen, the woman on the medical record was Qin Hai's mother. I guess Qin Hai didn't know his mother's condition at that time. Zhong Yue sat down with some disappointment.

No, it doesn't match.

Even if the time and people are in line with their names, the painting of this boudoir is obviously becoming more mature, and it is absolutely impossible for a teenage girl to draw it unless she also has a brushwork system.

After Zhong Yue asked, he gradually began to deny himself. All these coincidences still cannot prove anything. Perhaps the concern in his heart was touched.

"You...how did you know?" Qin Hai had never been so shocked. It happened many years ago about his mother's affairs. If Zhong Yue said something else, such as whether your mother had a sister, he would still accept it, but when he talked about it, Qin Hai felt that Zhong Yue in front of him was a little incredible.

Could it be that Zhong Yue has lived since the Republic of China?

Qin Hai became a little scared after such fantasy.

Zhong Yue's pupils shrank, "Didn't your mother die when she was fourteen?"

Qin Hai frowned, "Who told you?"

The tone of this sentence made Zhong Yue feel a glimmer of hope and took a deep breath, "Mr. Qin, don't misunderstand. I used a medical record from the Republic of China to describe the condition of a rich lady from Shanghai, and recorded the medical records for several years in great detail. It is because of this medical record that I would ask your mother's hands."

Qin Hai was silent.

Zhong Yue was a little emotional. Because of Qin Hai's rhetorical question, Zhong Yue suddenly felt that it was the age recorded on the medical record that was wrong? Otherwise, why would Qin Hai show such a puzzled expression?

Indeed, this is like my grandfather died at the age of eight in the Anti-Japanese War God drama. It is a somewhat unfair assumption. Of course, it is ruled out that individual situations. Perhaps Qin Hai's mother really gave birth to him at the age of fourteen and then died.

Once a person is found to have a flaw, he will become passive next. Zhong Yue took out a small tip from the inner bag of the coat.

"You are happy to see this Qianming Tongbao, Mr. Qin. Please tell me the whole story of your mother's illness."

Qin Hai glanced at the tip of the bag and felt a little puzzled. He searched for something without any effort. He managed to get it without any effort. He tried not to get it, but Zhong Yue took it out by himself.

He took the tip, took out the coins wrapped in it, and picked up the magnifying glass beside him.

"Ganming Tongbao, mother's money. It's really mother's money." Qin Hai opened the small brocade box that had not been opened on the table. There was indeed an ancient coin inside, but the quality of this coin was not so good, and the white moisture-proof flocs on the bottom were difficult to turn the situation back.

"My name is an ordinary copper coin, which is very rare, and your name is even more rare. But the quality of these two coins is really bad."

Zhong Yue said anxiously: "I gave it to Mr. Qin. Please tell me about your mother's illness. What happened in the end? Why did the medical record say that he died suddenly at the age of fourteen?"

Qin Hai stuffed the copper coin back into the treasure bag and handed it back to Zhong Yue, "Take it back."

"Master Qin..."

"I'm not that kind of villain. I will naturally tell you my mother's case. This is not an ulterior motive. I'm just curious why you are so interested in this disease? Are you..."

"A friend of mine has this condition, and his hands are terrible cold. He went to find Dr. Zhang Heping to get a ditch. By the way, he is also a member of Xiling. Dr. Zhang is helpless, but he found two cases, including this one of your mother's cases."

Qin Hai took a sip of tea and said, "My mother's hands are indeed very cold. Even when I was very young, I thought she was not a human being, because the old man said that only ghosts are not warm, and those hands are indeed terrible. As for why you said the medical record says that they died of illness at the age of fourteen, it is because my mother, when she was not married at that time, she was attracted by a Japanese colonel when she was attending a dinner party in the old Shanghai. She was still receiving treatment at that time, but she had no choice but to hide her eyes and ears in such a way that she died."

"What happened later? Did her illness naturally get better? I saw that the treatment effect seemed to be very unsatisfactory in that case."

If the disease is slowly developing in a better direction, Zhang Heping should have questioned the sudden death. I believe that the Japanese colonel was not a fool and would definitely see through this trick. However, from the more than a dozen medical visits on the medical record, Liu Hehua's illness is indeed worsening.

"I really don't know how to cure it specifically. I don't have any impression of these things at all. I just know one thing, the person who cures it or saves my mother's life seems to be a monk from Huang'an Temple. This is what my mother often told me when I was a child. I have some impression that she often took me to Huang'an Temple to fulfill her wishes."

Zhong Yue's pupils shrank, "Do you still remember which monk you are?"

Qin Hai shook his head, "I really don't remember."

"Then does your mother have any diary or something... able to record... Sorry, Mr. Qin, I know it's really a bit rude to ask you this today."

Qin Hai shook his head again, "I'm sorry, if there is, I won't hang this painting and think of others when I see it. You can take this money back. Although I like it very much, it won't take away what I love. I'll still do this in this way."

Zhong Yue said: "Mr. Qin thinks the price of this mother's money is appropriate?"

"The price of coins is very chaotic, mainly because it is rare. I think this Ganming Tongbao is a very suitable price. Of course, if you like to collect coins, this Ganming Tongbao is a priceless treasure, because this appearance is still the mother's money, I'm afraid there will be no more."

Zhong Yue stood up solemnly, "Master Qin, I know that this boudoir picture is an emotionally priceless treasure for you. So, how about I use this priceless treasure for yours?"

"Are you sure?" For Qin Hai, if Zhong Yue had made such a request thirty years ago, he might not have agreed. However, now he is also a person who has lost his old age and has no longer had that concern. Perhaps the balance in his heart has gradually become inclined to this ancient coin.

"Please, Mr. Qin."
Chapter completed!