Along the way, all kinds of terrible thoughts flashed through Zheng Xiujin's mind. The image of Fu Ge'er covered in blood appeared involuntarily in front of him, and his feet became increasingly weak.
At the Zheng family's house, neighbors gathered in and outside the yard, talking in a flurry.
"With so much blood lost, I'm afraid the child is in danger."
"I don't know who is this wicked person who drove so fast. Is he in a hurry to be reincarnated? He hit a healthy child like this."
"What a sin."
Hearing these words, Zheng Xiujing almost collapsed on the spot, and forced himself to walk in quickly.
In the room, He was sitting on the edge of the bed holding the blood-covered Fu Ge'er, her face covered in blood and tears.
Luo, Zheng Xiujin's wife, kept slapping He, scolding and crying, and finally threw herself on the bed, "Damn Fu Ge'er, you can't be in any trouble..."
Zheng Xiujin looked at Fu Ge'er, his head buzzed, and he felt as if his soul had left his body. How could his Fu Ge'er, who was so well-behaved and cute, become like this?
After verifying the effect of the jade beads in the morning, he was still thinking about making good use of it, making money quietly, and leading his family to live a good life again.
How come in the blink of an eye, the elderly have to send off the young?
"Where's the doctor? Why didn't you ask the doctor to come over? Brother Fu can definitely be saved!"
Father Zheng sat at the table in silence and grief, as if all his energy and spirit had been drained away. He said in a voiceless voice, "Fei Bai went to invite him."
At this moment, a gloating voice sounded, "Hey, is there some happy event happening to the Zheng family? Why are there so many people gathered here?"
A middle-aged man with a mustache and wearing a green robe walked into the yard, followed by an elderly man and two servants.
As soon as he said that, the neighbors couldn't help but glare at him, but no one dared to say anything to his face.
The man in green robe is Wu De, the owner of Yinyu Pavilion, the largest gambling stone shop in Yujing City. Yinyu Pavilion is run by the Deng family.
Wu De somehow learned that the Zheng family had several pieces of raw materials of excellent quality. Under Deng Lei's instructions, he ran to the Zheng family from time to time, hoping to buy those pieces of materials.
But every time they were rejected.
Zheng Xiujin came out, staring at him with bloodshot eyes, fists clenched tightly: "Get out!"
In the past, even though he disliked Wu De, he didn't want to make things too awkward with him, so he would still deal with him. However, today, Fu Ge'er was lying there, his life or death unknown, so how could he have the energy to deal with him?
Wu De didn't care about his expression and said with a smile: "Brother Zheng, I believe you know the reason why I came here, but I advise you to think carefully before you refuse. After all, no matter how good the treasure is, it is not worth a living life, don't you think?"
This statement clearly has a hidden meaning.
"Wu De! What do you mean! Speak clearly!" Zheng Xiujing took a few steps forward, grabbed Wu De's collar, and stared at him as if he wanted to eat him.
The two servants behind Wu De immediately stepped forward and pulled him away.
Wu De straightened his collar, still smiling, but that smile made people feel extremely uncomfortable.
"I heard your grandson was hit by a car? He was covered in blood. Tsk tsk, so pitiful." He said this, but there was no sympathy on his face.
Zheng Xiujin's pupils shrank, and he rushed forward without hesitation, punching him hard in the face. "You beast! Did you send someone to do this?"
The two servants wanted to pull him away, but Zheng Xiujing was like an angry beast, staring at Wu De and refusing to let him go.
Wu De spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and pointed at his face. "Go ahead and hit him! The more time you delay, the less hope your grandson has of being saved. I'm not afraid to tell you, as long as I don't give the order, no doctor in Yujing City will dare to save him!"
As if to confirm his words, Zheng Feibai, who had gone out to ask for a doctor, came back with a look of despair on his face.
He went to many clinics, but no doctor was willing to see him.
Is he going to watch Fu Ge'er die?
"Feibai, where is the doctor?" Zheng Xiujing asked his son with hope.
Zheng Feibai fell to his knees, hating his own powerlessness. He beat his head with his hands and let out a cry of pain.
Seeing this, what else does Zheng Xiu Jin not understand?
He let go of Wu De weakly, smiled miserably, and as he smiled, tears rolled down his eyes.
The despair in his heart was about to drown him.
He suddenly calmed down. "You want the wool material that our Zheng family has passed down, right? Fine, I'll give it to you, as long as you're willing to let the doctor treat Fu Ge'er."
At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. When Zheng Xiujin saw the man's face clearly, his body trembled, "Jade--"
Zheng Yunu interrupted him and said, "Brother, Fu Ge'er is fine now. Just wait and see what happens next."
After saying this, Zheng Yunu disappeared, as suddenly as if it were a dream.
Wu De introduced the old man beside him: "This is the famous doctor He, who has the ability to revive the dead."
Zheng Xiujin looked over subconsciously.
The neighbors who were watching started talking about it.
"Is that the divine doctor He who can snatch the life of the King of Hell?"
"I heard that even the most difficult disease can be cured in his hands."
"It is said that the Emperor wanted Divine Doctor He to stay in the palace, but Divine Doctor He refused."
Doctor Zhang stroked the beard on his chin and smiled proudly.
Wu De: "As long as you give me the raw material, I will let Dr. Zhang take action."
Zheng Feibai, who had been in despair, suddenly came to life and couldn't wait to confirm: "Really?"
Wu De nodded, "Of course, but it depends on whether your father agrees."
Zheng Feibai crawled to his father on his knees, "Dad!"
Zheng Xiujin was still thinking about what his sister had just said. Waiting for the show? What did that mean?
Also, she said Fu Ge'er is fine now? Is that true? How did he get better? Why has there been no movement in the house?
"Dad!" Zheng Feibai looked at his father, wondering why he hadn't agreed. Could it be that a few stones were not as important to him as Fu Ge'er's life?
"Okay." Zheng Xiujin came back to his senses.
Wu De and "Divine Doctor He" looked at each other, and a glimmer of success flashed in their eyes.
"I need to see those rough pieces first. Otherwise, if you use a few broken stones to fool me, wouldn't Dr. He's efforts be in vain? You know, I spent a lot of money to invite Dr. He."
Before Zheng Xiujing could speak, Zheng Feibai quickly ran to the cellar and took out the raw materials.
When Wu De's eyes fell on the two pieces of raw materials, they lit up.
Being able to become the shopkeeper of Yinyu Pavilion, regardless of his character, Wu De’s gambling stone skills are still superb. He can tell at a glance that these two pieces of rough stone have a great chance of producing jadeite!
Five points to look at when gambling on stones:
A gambling fog.
Fog refers to the membrane between the outer skin of the rough material and the jade. To make an inappropriate analogy, it is like the membrane between the eggshell and egg liquid.
This kind of fog needs to be rubbed open in the wool material to be seen. It is also called clear fog. The thinner and more transparent the fog is, the better. White and yellow are the best colors.
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