"You are so injured that you can't even walk, how can you save people? You'd better heal your wounds first before going to save people." As soon as Mo Laishi heard it, he knew that the old man must have a story, but he did not dare to ask. Instead, he advised the old man to have a good rest.
"No, I can't leave my granddaughter in the hands of that beast. I have to go and save him." The old man struggled desperately and was very emotional.
Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, but he couldn't bear to watch him die, Mo Laishi had to hit him on the back of the neck.
After the blow, the old man fainted and finally calmed down.
Mo Laishi shook his head helplessly, not knowing whether the other party would blame him after waking up.
But I can’t care about so many things now, I have to save people.
An hour later, Morais brought the boiled medicine soup and fed it to the old man bit by bit.
Then Mo Laishi stayed in the clinic, worried that the old man would wake up and run away again.
But this guard lasted until nine o'clock in the evening.
The old man slowly woke up. Mo Laishi, who was reading a book nearby, asked tentatively, "Uncle, you're awake. How do you feel?"
After a good sleep, the old man's mood seemed to have calmed down a little, but his eyes were still a little cloudy.
"Thank you for saving me, little brother. I'm much better now." The old man replied in a hoarse voice.
"You're welcome. I'm a doctor, and curing illnesses and saving lives is my duty." Morais put down his book, walked up to the old man, and said, "But if you keep seeking death, I may not be able to save you many times."
Upon hearing this, the old man looked at Mo Laishi, then lowered his head, and hot tears flowed from his turbid eyes.
"Can you tell me what happened to you? Maybe I can help you." Morais was not a gossipy person, but he always felt that he had some connection with this old man, so he asked subconsciously.
The old man did not answer immediately, but remained silent for a long time.
Mo Laishi was not anxious either, and waited quietly by the side.
About ten minutes later, the old man wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said in a low voice: "My surname is Huang, I am the ninth generation successor of the Southern School of Hung Gar, and I opened a martial arts school in Guangzhou..."
"Wait, Southern Hung Gar? Your surname is Huang, are you a descendant of Huang Feihong?" Mo Laishi's eyes widened and he couldn't help but interrupt the old man.
It’s not for any other reason, but because Huang Feihong’s name is too famous.
Even many film and television works have been filmed about Huang Feihong's story. Mo Laishi loved watching them when he was a child, so he was so excited.
The old man smiled bitterly and said, "That's right, Huang Feihong is my great-grandfather. It's a pity that I, as his descendant, have brought shame to him."
"Sorry, sir, please continue." Morais also realized his own impoliteness and said with an awkward smile.
The old man sighed and said, "This story all started ten years ago. One day ten years ago, a young man named Situ Hua suddenly came to my martial arts school and said he wanted to become my disciple. Seeing that he had good talent, I accepted him as my disciple and later married my only daughter to him."
"I originally thought that I could safely hand over my mantle to him, but I didn't expect that he would be a beast worse than an animal... cough cough cough..." When the old man said this, he was too excited and pulled his internal injuries, causing him to cough desperately.
Mo Laishi quickly poured a glass of water for the other party: "Uncle, please don't get too excited, speak slowly."
The old man took a sip of water and continued:
"I originally thought that the bastard married my daughter because he loved her, but I didn't expect it was all a conspiracy. He planned everything to learn the ultimate secrets of my Huang family's Hong Quan. After he mastered it, he actually abandoned my daughter and went straight back to the Situ family in Xiangnan. My poor daughter was still pregnant at the time, and she went to Xiangnan to find him despite my objections."
"But...but a few years later, I received the news that my daughter had passed away..."
When the old man said this, his voice began to choke and tears began to flow again.
Morais didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only wait quietly.
At the same time, he understood the old man's feelings very well.
Many families with ancient martial arts heritage actually have the tradition of passing it down to males but not females, and passing it down to family members but not outsiders.
You can say that this tradition is a bad habit, but it is undeniable that people are selfish. Don’t we still have so-called “intellectual property rights” today?
The fact that Mr. Huang married his daughter to his disciple was equivalent to treating the other party as his own son.
But I didn't expect that the other party would abandon his wife and children just for his own selfish desires. No one would feel good about it.
After a long pause, the old man continued, "I went to the Situ family to ask for an explanation, but they only said that my daughter died of a sudden serious illness. They didn't even let me see her body and cremated it in a hurry."
"I was suspicious, so I hired a private detective to investigate. The private detective later told me that my daughter had been frequently abused by that beast, Situ Hua, since she moved to the Situ family. The private detective suspected that the beast was responsible for my daughter's death, but there was no substantial evidence."
"It's a pity that before my daughter's body was even cold, that beast in human form, Situ Hua, turned around and married the daughter of the Xu family. Because of this, my granddaughter is not welcomed at all in the Situ family and lives a life worse than a dog's."
"A few days ago, I went to the Situ family to settle accounts with Situ Hua and wanted to take my granddaughter back home. But the Situ family refused to let me go and even beat me up, causing me internal injuries."
"The Situ and Xu families are both ancient martial arts families. I can't defeat them alone. But even if it costs me my life, I must rescue my granddaughter, cough cough cough..."
As Mr. Huang spoke, he started coughing violently again.
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