Li Yinshui patted his bulging pockets, and it seemed that there was a troll inside, facing Li Qiushui.
“…”
Li Qiushui looked at Li Laosan and returned to the old man's room.
Li Wende's room was very large, nearly fifty square meters away. There were two Taishi chairs placed near the window, and there was a solid wood tea table in the middle. There was no tea on the tea table, so a sandalwood stick was lit.
However, the refreshing sandalwood cannot dilute the strong herb smell.
On the big bed of Huanghuali, an octogenarian was curled up, with snowy and silver hair on his head, as thin as skinny as if he was skinny, and his mouth was humming and moaning in pain.
Exhaust more than intake.
The old man exuded a strong sense of death.
"Dad, our family is all gathered. My elder sister and my second brother and sister-in-law are back. Open your eyes and look at us all. Everyone is very concerned about your body."
Li Yinshui approached the window and asked with concern.
However, Li Yinshui could not see any sadness on his face, but instead she felt a sense of gloating.
"Brother Qin, please give me a message. Can you take your pulse for the old man first?"
"Well, leave it to me."
Nodding at Li Jinshui, Qin Shiming took the lead in sitting by the bed and observing Li Wende's complexion up close.
Thinness is Li Wende’s biggest feature. His skin is sallow, his lips are shriveled, and his breath...the breath is not right.
Qin Shiming grabbed Li Wende's wrist and pointed at everything with three fingers. Suddenly, as if he had noticed something, he raised his eyebrows, and soon the light in his eyes sank again.
It took only three minutes before Qin Shiming let go of his hand. At first, he was uncertain, but after changing hands to take his pulse, Qin Shiming was 100% sure!
"These people are so good at playing."
Thinking of this, Qin Shiming looked at Li Qiushui deeply. He didn't believe that with Li Qiushui's ability, he would not be able to see it. Why can't this "disease" be cured?
But Li Qiushui was also cunning, so he simply turned his head away from having a collision with Qin Shiming.
"How about it?"
Li Jinshui's voice trembled slightly, and his heart then rose to his throat.
Although the old father did not handle the matter well five years ago, which made Li Jinshui and Yang Shuiqing feel dissatisfied, but what kind of deep hatred can the father and son have? Seeing that the old father cannot eat or sleep, his heart felt as uncomfortable as if he was stabbed by a needle.
"I...is not sure."
After hesitating for a moment, Qin Shiming shook his head and looked up to catch a touch of joke and ecstasy in Li Yinshui's eyes.
Li Yinshui gave the old man around him a look.
The old man slowly walked to the edge of the bed without taking his pulse. He just leaned closer to observe Li Wende's complexion, lifted his eyelids and looked, then moved his mouth and looked at it. He looked about five minutes after he was rushing back and forth. The old man stood up.
"I can cure this disease!"
The old man's voice sounded strange, as if there was a thick ball of phlegm stuck in his throat and could not spit it out.
"Oh? Is it?"
Li Yinshui was overjoyed, "Second, did you hear it? I won!"
“…”
Li Jinshui moved his mouth and did not speak, but just turned his attention to Qin Shiming. He did not believe that Qin Shiming would not cure his father. In Li Jinshui's mind, if there was really a disease that Qin Shiming could not cure, it would be
dead!
This is also the reason why Li Jinshui's confidence has increased!
Refining medicine may not be as good as the Miaojiang Gu master, but if you want to treat diseases and save people, Li Jinshui only obeys Qin Shiming!
"Now you can hand over the things, you, lost."
Li Yinshui stretched out his hand to Li Jinshui, with a gloomy smile on his fat face, "Don't think I don't know, that thing came to your hands five years ago."
"My old father is very partial."
Li Yinshui glanced at Li Wende on the bed, "Which is not as good as my second brother?"
"Stop talking nonsense, can you cure your people? Then save them first!"
Li Jinshui doesn't think about anything else now, "I, Li Jinshui, say nothing. As long as you cure your father's illness, I will hand over the things. If it cannot be cured, don't worry about it."
"Okay, I'm not afraid of you playing a scoundrel."
Li Yinshui was waiting for this sentence, and he asked Li Jinshui to hand over the things willingly.
"Old Huang, let's do it."
"good."
Mr. Huang, the Gu master from Miaojiang invited by Li Yinshui, was a 60-70-year-old man, with a thin, rough and dark skin, and covered with black and red strips of cloth, looking transparent.
A bit weird.
Especially his eyes were gray and white, like dead fish's eyes.
"Slow down!"
However, just when Mr. Huang was about to take action, Li Qiushui stopped him.
"Sister, aren't you indifferent to fame and fortune? Are you not interested in everything about the Li family? Why? Have you changed your mind?" Li Yinshui frowned and patted the gunpowder in his pocket.
This is the revolver purchased through special channels by Li Yinshui, who spent a lot of money, was extremely powerful.
"You're thinking too much."
Li Qiushui said: "I just want to know what disease my father had. As a child and as a patient's family, I have the right to know."
After the words came to an end, Li Qiushui stared at Mr. Huang.
Is this a doctor? She doesn't believe it.
"What exactly is my father's illness? Is this important?" Li Yinshui frowned slightly. He naturally couldn't say some of the words, and it would be incorrect if he said them.
"As long as my father's illness can be cured, this is the standard, this is the purpose."
"No."
Li Qiushui shook his head stubbornly, "I must know. First of all, I am a patient's family and I have the right to know; secondly, I am also a doctor, just think I am learning from my seniors."
"Is this not possible?"
"this……"
Li Yinshui saw Mr. Huang next to him, "What disease is it?"
"Your father has a very rare disease..." Mr. Huang spoke out.
“Rare? How rare?”
Li Qiushui interrupted: "So does the Gu Master from Miaojiang have such a smooth Mandarin?"
“…”
Mr. Huang's face was stagnant and he didn't know how to answer.
"Sister, are there someone better than you and better medical skills than you, and you are unhappy?" Li Yinshui frowned and said, "Are you jealous of Mr. Huang?"
"Let me tell you that Mr. Huang is a great master of Miaojiang and has a very noble status in Miaojiang. This time I spent a lot of effort to invite people. Don't mess around and ask the bottom line."
"I just recognize it. As long as he can cure my father, I don't care about anything else!"
"You are so powerful, aren't you known as Hua Tuo? You are still helpless with your father's illness. What? I'm wrong with me if I invite an expert?"
"Do you also need to check your ID card? Do you also need to check your medical qualification certificate?"
"What disease is it really that important?"
The more Li Yinshui said, the more reasonable heavier he spoke, the louder and louder heavier heavier.
However, Li Jinshui, who was standing by, was so keen that he caught something wrong. This was not Li Yinshui's style, nor was it the style of his elder sister Li Qiushui.
"Yes, it doesn't matter. What's important is when will you be able to occupy the entire Li family, right?"
Just when everyone thought Li Qiushui was speechless, Li Wende, who was curled up on the sickbed, suddenly sat up from the bed. He seemed weak, but his eyes were bright...