The scene fell silent again, and everyone looked at Grandpa Qi. Grandpa Rong said, "It's okay to speak frankly. I lived from the Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China, and experienced liberation, the Cultural Revolution, and until now. What storms and waves have I not encountered?" Grandpa Qi said seriously, "Given Grandpa Rong's physical condition, even if these shrapnel are removed, I'm afraid... I'm afraid he will only have one year to live."
The scene fell into silence again, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Huangfu Guang and Su Beibei's eyes were slightly red, and it was obvious that they had a deep affection for Mr. Rong. I was also a little sad, as parting from life and death always makes people sad.
Mr. Rong said happily, "I still have one year to live? Haha, that's good. God has been kind to me and let me live to be 101 years old!"
Uncle Qi said, "Mr. Rong is absolutely right. Others are lucky to live to 80 without any illness or disaster. But Mr. Rong's survival with so many shrapnel is a miracle in itself. In my opinion, you should be given the nickname 'Anger the King of Hell'."
The two of them sang the same tune, easing the sad atmosphere a lot. Delaying from three months to one year is actually a good ending. Then, the two agreed on the time and place of the operation. After that, Uncle Qi wanted to go back, saying that he needed to pack up. I was about to leave with him, but I heard Uncle Rong say, "Wang Hao, you stay for a while."
Uncle Qi and Su Beibei both left, leaving only me, Old Man Rong, and Huangfu Guang in the living room. I had just been scolded by Old Man Rong, so I didn't even dare to breathe. I could only lower my head and stay still. I only heard Old Man Rong say, "Did you ask Qi Siyan to come over?"
Qi Siyan is Uncle Qi's real name. I nodded: "Yes."
"Xiaobei told you?"
He was talking about the injuries on Mr. Rong's body. I nodded again: "Yes."
"How do you know Qi Siyan?"
I didn't dare to hide anything, so I told him everything. Mr. Rong asked again, "Why did you think of asking him to come over?"
I said, "It's nothing, it's just that Uncle Qi is a great doctor, so I wanted to ask him to come over and try."
"But I just scolded you."
"There's no connection between these two things. Besides, Mr. Rong scolded me for my own good. I know everything."
Mr. Rong didn't speak for a long time, and the three of us didn't move. I don't know how long it took before Mr. Rong said, "You have a good nature. Don't go astray. I still have high hopes for you."
"yes."
"Go out."
"Okay." I breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk out of the house. Su Beibei and Uncle Qi were waiting for me in the yard, and the three of us walked out of the yard together. I drove Su Beibei back to Wangjiabao and Uncle Qi back to the Tongzilou. After finishing this matter, I saw that the time was almost up, so I called the Black Tiger Gang to the Forest Bar and told them about the short mule in the office.
"Tonight at 8 o'clock, Kaiyuan Restaurant, will be the first step in establishing friendship between me and the short mule."
When the time came, I came to the restaurant as scheduled, accompanied by Ye Zhan and Ajiu. I didn't call Brick because Brick is a straightforward person and I was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and hit Shorty with a brick. Kaiyuan Restaurant is in the south of the city, so we should do our best to be the host, so we arrived ten minutes early. As a result, when we entered the private room, we found that Shorty had arrived earlier. He sat in the inner seat, and there were two men standing behind him, looking at me with a smile. I found that he took this meeting more seriously than I did.
In his eyes, I am equal to countless money.
"Haha, Brother Mule." I walked over with a smile on my face, and the short mule also came over with a smile on his face.
The two big hands were tightly clasped together, as good as brothers wearing the same pair of pants.
After exchanging pleasantries, I couldn't wait to get to the point: "Did you bring the money?"
"I've got it." The short mule waved his hand, and a man behind him put a suitcase on the table. With a push of his hands, the suitcase opened, and piles of banknotes were exposed to the air. My eyes lit up, and I quickly reached out to take it, like a real gambler.
In order to train this impatient action and salivating eyes, Miao Wenqing accompanied me to figure out the gambler's psychology again and again. But the effect was not satisfactory, because I am not a person who is greedy for money.
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