The purpose of Mo Shouchen coming to the hospital was to use Qian Zongtian to try out the effect of the flute, but he didn't want Qian Manying to see what he was thinking, so he said in a deliberately awkward way:
"There is a way, but I don't know if you are willing to take the risk!"
Qian Manying said with a sad face: "The world is like this, why not take risks? Just tell me, no matter what method, I am willing to try."
"Oh well!"
Mo Shouchen took out the flute he brought back from the ancient tomb from his pocket: "This flute is said to be able to summon a person's lost soul back. You need to hold Qian Zongtian's hand to blow this flute, but is it true?
I can’t guarantee the effect.”
"Really?"
Qian Manying wanted to take the flute with a look of joy on his face, but Mo Shouchen withdrew his hand.
"Wait a minute, I haven't finished yet. If this flute can really save Qian Zongtian, then when you play the flute, your life will be locked with Qian Zongtian's. That is to say, if you die
Even Qian Zongtian can’t survive.”
"What? Even if I die, Qian will not be able to survive!"
Qian Manying showed a shocked expression. He was now in his fifties, and because he had been busy with business and socializing, his health was not in good shape.
He was really afraid that if he didn't live to be sixty years old, wouldn't Qian Zongtian also want...
"Can I find someone else to play this flute?" Qian Manying asked.
"No, you can only play the flute."
The reason why Mo Shouchen rejected Qian Manying was because he was worried that if Qian Manying found someone else to play the flute, something like the emperor in the tomb who turned his brother into a poisonous person in order to live longer would probably happen.
Tragedy.
Seeing Mo Shouchen's resolute attitude, Qian Manying hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded and said, "Okay, I'll do as you say."
Although Qian Manying doesn't know how long he can live, Qian Zongtian is now in danger. If he doesn't play the flute, he won't be able to survive even a day, so Qian Manying has no other choice.
Seeing Qian Manying's agreement, Mo Shouchen handed the flute to him and then followed him into the special care ward.
After entering the ward, Mo Shouchen saw Qian Zongtian lying on the bed, with a thin face, eyes rolled upward, and several tubes inserted into his body. He could not see the arrogance and domineering look he once had.
The two of them walked to the hospital bed. Qian Manying held Qian Zongtian's hand and put the flute to his mouth.
He first glanced at Mo Shouchen. After Mo Shouchen nodded, he took a deep breath and played the flute.
This was the first time that Mo Shouchen heard the sound of this flute. It was very similar to the extremely miserable cry, which made him get goosebumps all over.
As the flute sounded, the temperature in the ward dropped sharply, and it was like entering another space.
When the flute sounded for about ten seconds, Qian Zongtian's body suddenly shook while he was lying on the hospital bed. Then he straightened up on the hospital bed like an arch bridge, and then fell back onto the bed heavily.
Then he started coughing violently again, and scratched his face with both hands, as if trying to pull out the tube inserted in his throat.
The doctors and nurses who came after hearing the news rushed into the special care ward. When they saw Qian Zongtian's condition, they all showed incredible expressions.
At this time, Qian Zongtian had already grabbed the tube inserted into his throat and was about to pull it out. The doctor quickly asked the nurse to hold his hand and began to examine his body.
Soon, the doctor came to a conclusion that he couldn't believe, and Qian Zongtian woke up.
Seeing that the flute was really effective, Mo Shouchen felt happy. It seemed that his plan could be implemented.
Because he was an outsider and it was inappropriate to stay in the ward, Mo Shouchen took the flute back from Qian Manying's hand and walked out of the ward.
However, he did not leave immediately, but waited at the door of the ward.
After a while, Qian Manying walked out of the ward. He came to Mo Shouchen, then held Mo Shouchen's hand tightly and said, "Thank you, the doctor told me that Zongtian is fine. I will stay for a few more days."
He should be discharged from the hospital within days."
"That's good."
Although he had a big feud with Qian Zongtian, at this moment, Mo Shouchen was really happy for Qian Manying.
"Thank you for saving Zongtian's life regardless of the previous suspicion. Don't worry, I will fulfill my previous promise. I will transfer half of the property in my name to you in two days."
Mo Shouchen was a little surprised. He came here just to try the effect of the flute. Unexpectedly, Qian Manying offered to share half of his property. It was really an unexpected bonus.
Although he was about to burst into happiness, he still appeared calm on the surface. At this time, Qian Manying continued: "I am going to transfer my company. Do you want to ask for cash directly, or do you want to take over my company?
"
Mo Shouchen asked in surprise: "You want to transfer the company? Don't you plan to continue doing real estate?"
Qian Manying nodded with relief: "Yes, my wife passed away early, and I was busy with business and neglected to discipline Zongtian, so that's why he became like this."
"I have figured out that no matter how much money I make, if there are no more people, everything will be meaningless, so I decided to quit the business, pay attention to my health from now on, and try to survive for a while, so that I can live as long as I want.
Live longer.”
It seems that Qian Manying is really thinking about it, and Qian Zongtian will probably restrain himself because of this incident.
After all, his father is no longer the number one developer in the city. If he wants to be arrogant in the future, he will have to consider whether he has the strength.
"As long as you can think about it." Mo Shouchen smiled, "As for whether I need a company or cash, I haven't decided yet. Can you let me go back and think about it?"
"Of course. I will ask the accountant to liquidate all the assets under my name in the next two days. Just give me a reply within a week. Don't worry, I can do it with my money. I won't miss a dime."
Calculated."
Qian Manying patted his chest and promised.
Mo Shouchen nodded: "Well, I absolutely believe you on this point. Now that Qian Zongtian is fine, I will go back first."
"Wait a moment!"
Qian Manying suddenly stopped Mo Shouchen, he patted his forehead, and then said: "I almost forgot, didn't you ask me to investigate who was the boss behind the Hearen Script Killing Hall? I have already investigated it.
But this person has a very deep background, so I advise you not to provoke him."
