Bruno was not happy, he couldn't help but persuade: "Mr. Gongsun, you have no choice now, you have a saying in Huaxia, a dead horse can be used as a good horse doctor, you are like a dead horse now, don't pick and choose." ”

The corners of Gongsun Yu's mouth twitched, he dared to say that his great-grandfather was a dead horse, waiting for the old man to be angry!

The old man is at home, but he is a word, no one dares to refute the old man, that is, now the old man is sick, and a year ago, the old man still used crutches to whip his father!

Ye Qingqing also heard it funny, but Bruno's words were not rough, this old man didn't have to be a dead horse doctor now!

The old man's face became more and more gloomy, and his hands were itchy, and he really wanted to use his crutches to whip this foreign doctor and say bullshit!

"Mr. Gongsun, Miss Ye successfully treated a terminal cancer patient like you last week, that is, Ms. Sang Wanhua, she now has a lot fewer cancer cells and her body is recovering." Bruno patiently persuaded.

He sincerely hopes that all his patients will be able to heal and return home and escape the favor of death.

The old man raised his eyebrows and asked, "Sang Wanhua?" The one who wrote the book? ”

"yes, you've probably heard of her, right?" Bruno nodded.

The old man's expression suddenly appeared nostalgic, as if he was recalling the past, and it took a long time for him to let out a long breath, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I heard that she was very healthy in Pingjiang back then." ”

Ye Qingqing's heart jumped again, listening to his tone, it was obvious that the old man knew her aunt's wife, and it was very likely that she was from Pingjiang.

Lu Mo patted her hand soothingly, but Ye Qingqing still couldn't help it, and blurted out, "Old man, do you know my aunt's wife?" ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise, "Sang Wanhua is your aunt's wife?" ”

"Yes, my grandmother's cousin is Sang Wanhua's sister-in-law, and my cousin's name is Sheng Xinlan, who married into the Sang family." Ye Qingqing explained.

The old man was stunned for a long time, and suddenly smiled, "It turns out that there are still so many old people alive, I know the lady in charge of Yimin Hall, you are the granddaughter of Miss Gu's family!" ”

"Yes, old man, you are also from Pingjiang, right?" Ye Qingqing asked tentatively.

Listening to the tone of this old man, he was like a treasure to the rich people in Pingjiang at that time, so it can be seen that he should also be from Pingjiang.

Gongsun Yu interjected with a smile: "My family is not from Pingjiang, and my ancestral home is in Kyoto. ”

The old man added, "I used to be in Kyoto, but I went to Pingjiang to live for a while. ”

Ye Qingqing's heart was about to jump out of his throat, his palms were sweating, and now it was almost certain that this old gentleman who was not very good-tempered was Gong Yi, the head of the palace family who was killed back then.

He's not dead!

Lu Mo rushed in front of Ye Qingqing and asked, "Mr. Gongsun, do you remember the Gong family?" ”

The old gentleman's face changed slightly, his eyes were suddenly fierce, and his murderous aura was full of murder, and he couldn't tell that he was a dying old man at all.

"Who sent you?" The old man asked sharply and glanced at Gongsun Yu.

Gongsun Yu retreated to the door, slapped his palm heavily, and returned to the room, Lu Mo's ears and eyes were sharp, and he soon realized that the room had been surrounded, and there were many masters hidden in this big mansion.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Bruno didn't know why, and he looked confused.

Lu Mo's expression was calm, and he smiled slightly: "Don't be nervous, Mr. Gong, I have nothing to do with the Hosokawa family, I was only entrusted by a friend to investigate the affairs of the palace family back then." ”