A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 259: Palace Funeral! (Seek full order)
When he arrived at the main room of the Gong family, Hua Twelve lifted the cotton curtain and walked in with great strides.

In the main room, Lao Jiang and several other disciples of the Gong family were supporting Gong Baosen, who was sitting on the main seat, with a look of grief and indignation.

At this time, Gong Baosen's condition was extremely bad. Sitting on the chair, he had long since lost his previous vigor and vigor. The padded jacket on his chest revealed a hole the size of a bowl, and he could directly see the bruised skin inside. .

It seemed that someone had suffered a heavy blow to his chest, and the cotton padded jacket had been ripped open with great force, and Gong Baosen himself was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and he seemed to be exhaling more and less inhaling.

Seeing Hua Twelve coming in, Gong Baosen also saw him, and raised his finger to point at him with great effort. Hua Twelve quickly stepped forward and grabbed his pulse door to check.

"You, you have to be good. Wait, Ruomei."

The grand master who was originally high-spirited, now struggled to speak a complete sentence, and passed out before finishing speaking.

Hua Twelve asked Lao Jiang while sounding his pulse: "What's the matter, have you called the doctor?"

Old Jiang nodded first: "I have already called someone to go!"

Then he said with a look of grief and indignation: "It's Ma San, that bastard took refuge with the little devil, but the old man refused to listen when he asked him to turn around, and the old man wanted to take back the skills of the Gong family, and he ended up doing something to the old man!"

Hua Shishi was a little surprised. According to the development of the plot, it should be a few years after Ma San took refuge in the little devil. How could it be earlier?

He came to the Northeast this time to persuade Gong Baosen to live in Hong Kong Island and avoid death, but what should have happened happened.

Old Jiang said again: "Ever since you shot Ma San in Jinlou, and the old man recognized your marriage with the girl, Ma San had a few fights, and the old man suppressed them all. It is probably because of these things that the He was dissatisfied, so he voted the little devil to attack the old man!"

Hua Twelve suddenly realized that this was right, it was the butterfly effect he created.

At this time, he had already passed the pulse signal and found that Gong Baosen had injured his liver and spleen, he immediately signaled Lao Jiang not to speak, then calmed down and probed into his body to check with his internal force, he immediately understood.

Gong Baosen suffered a severe blow to his abdomen, ruptured his liver and spleen, and suffered massive abdominal bleeding. Such an injury, not to mention the Republic of China, would be life-threatening even in later generations.

Hua Twelve didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately stretched out his hand and tapped Gong Baosen's chest and back a few times. Everyone around was startled, and Old Jiang asked, "My lord, what are you doing?"

"Acupressure, stop bleeding!"

Hua Twelve flipped his wrist, and a 'Xueshen Yuchan Pill' was in his hand: "Give this to the old man, otherwise the injury won't last for the doctor!"

Lao Jiang looked at the medicine with some hesitation, Hua Twelve shouted: "He is my father-in-law, can I harm him, or do you have other ways? Ruomei is not here now, I am the uncle of the Gong family. Before Ruomei comes back, the Gong family I'm taking care of it!"

Hua Twelve's words were powerful and resounding, and Lao Jiang, who was already at a loss and didn't know what to do, immediately shouted as if he had found the backbone:

"Listen to my uncle, break the old man's mouth!"

The two disciples opened Gong Baosen's mouth, and Hua Twelve put the 'Xueshen Yuchan Pill' into Gong Baosen's mouth. This thing melted in the mouth, and the effect was very fast. In less than a minute, the old man's face turned rosy Quite a lot.

Lao Jiang excitedly said: "It works, the old man is saved!"

Hua Twelve poured cold water on the side and said: "Calm down, this medicine is only for hanging your life. If it can't cure the old man, it depends on what the doctor says!"

Lao Jiang was very frustrated when he heard the words, and scolded Ma San severely.

Another quarter of an hour later, the palace family's carriage picked up the doctor. This surname is Feng. It is said that he is the best doctor in Fengtian City. He was the doctor who treated Zhang Zuolin back then.

After Feng Langzhong came in, he bowed his hands to the crowd, and without saying a word, he directly took the pulse with his hands.

After a while, he asked in surprise, "What kind of elixir did the old man take?"

Hua Twelve said from the side: "A pill made of Changbai snow ginseng!"

The doctor said: "That's right, it must be a life-hanging medicine!"

Old Jiang said anxiously at the side: "Mr. Feng, tell me, what happened to my old man's injury!"

Feng Langzhong Qingqing sighed: "The old man's internal organs are all damaged, his liver and spleen are severely injured, and there is still a lot of blood stasis in his abdomen. It is difficult to cure medicine and stones. Even if Hua Tuo came, it may be difficult to cure him. My condolences, everyone, let's arrange the funeral. !"

Lao Jiang and the others were dumbfounded immediately, and begged again and again, but Feng Langzhong said that he couldn't cure it.

Hua Twelve paid the consultation fee, and asked someone to send the doctor out, and then said to the surrounding people: "Everyone go out, just leave Lao Jiang here, I have something to say!"

The disciples of the surrounding Gong family all looked at Lao Jiang, but the latter didn't have an idea, so he waved his hand and let everyone go out.

After everyone left, Hua Twelve said to the tearful old Jiang: "Why are you crying, from now on, you have to listen to me!"

One day later, news spread from the Gong family that a generation of martial arts master Gong Baosen, the master of the Eight Diagrams Sect, died of serious injuries.

A telegram announcing the funeral was sent from Fengtian, informing Gong Baosen's relatives and friends of the sad news.

Hua Twelve, as the son-in-law of the palace family, dressed in mourning for Gong Baosen, greeted and sent off as the host, and received those who came to express their condolences.

The coffin was parked for seven days, during which time Gong Baosen's former sworn brothers, his colleagues from the Northeast, and the elders from the Baguamen in the capital all rushed to Fengtian to express their condolences at the palace.

It was said to be condolences, but in fact it was incense sticks, and they didn't even eat a meal at the palace's house, which seemed like some people took tea to cool down.

After learning that Hua Shier is the son-in-law personally ordered by Gong Baosen, the people who came also had different expressions. There was a fifth master from the capital who was said to be Gong Baosen's uncle, and even more unceremoniously mocked road:
"Is Baosen pushing such a good marriage just for such a thing? What a fool!"

Another fifth master sneered: "I heard that he brought his concubine to the door, bah, what the hell!"

Jiazhen, who was helping her with her busy schedule, suddenly changed her expression, and became a little at a loss.

Hua Twelve waved to her, telling her to go in and get busy, don't worry.

Lao Jiang tugged at Hua Twelve's clothes, but he knew this young man's temperament and ability, and it would be difficult to deal with it if it flared up.

Hua Twelve didn't say a word, and even the smile on his face didn't change. He handed incense when he was due, and returned the gift when his family member answered the gift. He was not unreasonable. Damn, it's really going to fall out, and it's the Gong family who lost.

If you want to clean up this bunch of cheap and disgusting things, there are plenty of opportunities.

Gong Er rushed back on the sixth day, and respectfully kowtowed to Gong Baosen nine times in the mourning hall. When she stood up, she didn't shed a single tear, but asked Lao Jiang about the details.

When he learned what Hua Twelve had done, he walked over and nodded to him, and he didn't say thank you, so thank you.

Old Jiang came over at this time: "Girl, all the fellows from the Northeast are in Fengtian, and the fifth and eighth masters from the capital have also rushed over. They are all waiting to see you. I want you to make up your mind!"

Gong Er said coldly: "It's probably not my idea that they came all the way from the pass!"

After finishing speaking, she asked Lao Jiang: "Did my father leave any words?"

Old Jiang glanced at Hua Twelve hesitantly, and the latter said directly, "No!"

Old Jiang immediately nodded in agreement: "Yes, no!"

(End of this chapter)