Bruno, however, was not happy. He couldn't help but advise, "Mr. Gongsun, you have no other choice now. There's a saying in China, 'Even a dead horse can be treated as a good horse.' You're just like a dead horse now, so don't be picky."
Gongsun Yu's lips twitched. How dare he say that his great-grandfather was a dead horse? Just wait for the old man to fly into a rage!
The old man was the undisputed ruler at home; his word was law, and no one dared to contradict him. It was only now that he was sick. A year ago, he would have been hitting his father with his cane!
Ye Qingqing found it amusing, but Bruno's words, though rough, were not without merit. This old man was now desperate and had no choice but to try anything!
The old man's face grew increasingly gloomy, his hands itching with urge to slap the foreign doctor with his cane for spouting such nonsense!
“Mr. Gongsun, Miss Ye successfully treated a late-stage cancer patient like you last week, Ms. Sang Wanhua. Her cancer cells have decreased significantly, and she is recovering,” Bruno patiently persuaded.
He sincerely hoped that all his patients could recover and go home, escaping the clutches of death.
The old man raised an eyebrow and asked, "Sang Wanhua? The one who wrote the book?"
“Yes, you must have heard of her, right?” Bruno nodded vigorously.
The old man's expression suddenly turned nostalgic, as if he were recalling the past. After a long while, he let out a long sigh and a smile appeared on his lips. "I've heard that she was quite a figure of influence in Pingjiang back then."
Ye Qingqing's heart skipped a beat again. Judging from his tone, it was clear that the old man knew her aunt, and was very likely from Pingjiang.
Lu Mo patted her hand reassuringly, but Ye Qingqing couldn't help but blurt out, "Sir, do you know my aunt?"
The old man paused, then asked in surprise, "Is Sang Wanhua your aunt?"
“Yes, my grandmother’s cousin is Sang Wanhua’s sister-in-law, and my great-aunt’s name is Sheng Xinlan. She married into the Sang family,” Ye Qingqing explained.
The old man was stunned for a long time, then suddenly laughed, "So there are still so many old friends alive. I know the lady of Yimintang. You must be the granddaughter of Miss Gu!"
“Yes, sir, you’re also from Pingjiang, right?” Ye Qingqing asked tentatively.
Judging from the old man's tone, he knew the wealthy people of Pingjiang like the back of his hand, so he must have been a native of Pingjiang.
Gongsun Yu interjected with a smile, "My family is not from Pingjiang; our ancestral home is in the capital."
The old man added, "I used to live in Kyoto, but later I lived in Pingjiang for a while."
Ye Qingqing's heart was pounding in her chest, and her palms were sweating. She was now almost certain that this grumpy old man was Gong Yi, the head of the Gong family who had been killed along with his entire family years ago.
He's not dead!
Lu Mo asked before Ye Qingqing could, "Mr. Gongsun, do you still remember the Gong family?"
The old man's expression changed slightly, and his eyes suddenly sharpened, revealing a murderous aura. You couldn't tell at all that he was a dying old man.
"Who sent you?" the old man demanded sharply, giving Gongsun Yu a meaningful look.
Gongsun Yu retreated to the doorway, clapped his hands heavily, and returned to the room. Lu Mo, with his keen senses, quickly realized that the room was surrounded and that there were quite a few experts hidden in this mansion.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Bruno was completely bewildered.
Lu Mo remained calm and smiled slightly, "Mr. Gong, please don't be nervous. I have no connection with the Hosokawa family. I was only asked by a friend to investigate the Gong family's affairs back then."
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