"Mr. Fang, please speak." Qin Feng's eyes were calm.
"That's it. I haven't been feeling well lately. I've already booked a flight to Shangjing to seek treatment from the miraculous doctor in Shangjing."
"Therefore, I'm afraid I won't be able to participate in the antique activity the day after tomorrow."
"So I would like to ask Brother Qin to attend this event instead of the old man."
Fangzheng is not pretentious and tells the truth.
"Physical discomfort?"
Qin Feng was stunned, and his eyes scanned Fang Zheng's body carefully.
In fact, as soon as he entered the door, he noticed that Fang Zheng's complexion was not very good, his eyes were unfocused, his face was drained, and there was a black air lingering between his eyebrows.
These are the first signs of serious illness.
He originally planned to ask, but his thoughts were disrupted by Liu Yingying's words.
"As I get older, even the machines in the factory have to be repaired when they are used, let alone an old man in his seventies."
Fang Zheng said with a smile: "But don't worry, I have told Mr. Liu that Mr. Liu will pick you up when the time comes. If you don't understand anything, Mr. Liu will also teach you."
Qin Feng subconsciously glanced at Liu Yingying, neither agreeing nor rejecting.
Instead, he asked: "Have you recently felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, dizziness and dizziness when you get up in the morning, indirect coughing, and in severe cases, coughing up blood?"
Fang Zheng was slightly startled: "How do you know?"
Qin Feng shook his head: "These symptoms are nothing. You have pneumonia, and you are accustomed to coughing up blood."
He paused slightly: "What makes you most uneasy is that you will be indirectly blind."
"My eyes become blind for no reason. Even if I recover, my eyesight will be dazzled for a long time, and things will appear blurry and double, not to mention the ability to discern treasures."
"Is it right?"
Fang Zheng stood up at some point and stared at Qin Feng in shock.
"Who, who told you?" He couldn't believe it.
Qin Feng sighed helplessly: "For you, at this age, you should have already sensed destiny. You are often exposed to antiques and treasures that are extremely yin. Even though you have practiced martial arts for many years, your body is not as good as that of ordinary old people."
"You know you won't live long, but if you have problems with your eyes before you die, it might be more uncomfortable for you than death, right?"
Fang Zheng stopped talking. His whole body was shaking and his lips were trembling.
Yes, as the number one treasure appraiser in Nandu, he is known as the Eye of the Emerald Buddha. He has been dealing with antique jades dug out of graves all his life. His body has long been destroyed and looks ugly. He has been practicing martial arts for many years just to survive.
So fast.
But the only thing that made Rang unwilling to be reconciled was that before he died, he failed to pass on what he had learned throughout his life to future generations.
The reason why Emerald Villa exists is entirely because he is still alive.
But if one of you survives and develops eye problems, the consequences will be disastrous.
So after he saw Qin Feng's eyesight, he immediately fawned over him, in order to find a backer for Jade Villa and his descendants before his eyes were completely destroyed. At least he could still be there when something unexpected happened to him.
Someone protects Jade Villa and gives their descendants a living space.
But just yesterday, he lost his sight again.
After recovering, his eyesight began to wander and he could no longer identify the authenticity of antiques. He was also worried about being seen through by outsiders at the treasure appraisal conference the day after tomorrow, so he excused himself from feeling unwell and went to Beijing for treatment, and asked Qin Feng to attend on his behalf.
But he didn't even tell his closest relatives about all this, so how did Qin Feng know about it?
"You talk a lot and run the train."
At this moment, an inappropriate voice sounded in the box.
Qin Feng turned his head and his eyes fell on the other two people in the box.
One man and one woman.
The man was wearing a black tunic suit, gentle and elegant, with a calm and unhurried demeanor.
At the same time, there was a voluptuous woman sitting next to him. She was jeweled and had an extraordinary temperament. She was holding the man's arm. It was easy for people to see the relationship between the two people.
At this time, the man looked at him with disdain, even with a strong sense of ridicule.
Fangzheng was stunned, and then quickly introduced: "Brother Qin, these two are Zhang Guosheng and his wife, one of the bosses behind Jiuzhou International, one of the top jade importers in Nandu, and one of the organizers of the treasure appraisal event the day after tomorrow."
"I invited them here also for the activities the day after tomorrow, so that they can help Brother Qin more..."
"I don't have to look at it anymore."
Zhang Guosheng stood up and said in a rather cold tone: "Sometimes you are a treasure appraiser, and sometimes you are a miracle doctor. You should keep such people to yourself. I have boiled sugar water at home, so I have to go back and turn off the fire."
Seeing the couple getting up to leave, Fang Zheng frowned and was about to speak.
"It's really not necessary."
"Anyway, he won't survive until the event opens the day after tomorrow."