Rebirth of the miraculous doctor of counterattack

Chapter 971
Chapter 983

Rong Yue looked surprised: "Old man, do you know Patriarch Sima?"

The old man snorted: "It's not just that we know each other, we're still old acquaintances, back then—" He swallowed the words again, he didn't want to mention what happened back then, after all, it wasn't something glorious.

"In short, there must be a shady scene in this competition. As you have heard, he must have held it for the purpose of making his son famous and keeping Baoqin in the clan."

Rong Yue frowned: "What should I do? I came here specially for Bao Qin. If they are so shady, wouldn't it be impossible to win anyway?"

Seeing her distressed face, the old man thought of his own pain back then and asked, "You really want the Jinlang Baoqin so much?"

Rong Yue nodded: "I really want it."

The old man said: "Then I will help you, and I will vent my anger on the way."

Rong Yue secretly laughed in her heart, the goal was achieved, and the process was smoother than imagined. It seems that Mr. Liu has not let go of the grievances in his heart for the past 20 years. The misunderstanding of the year.

The old man took out a violin from his collection and handed it to Rong Yue: "This is passed down to me by my father. , coupled with your piano skills, you will definitely win the championship, then I will go to the final match in person, if they should die, I will definitely not spare him."

Rong Yue was overwhelmed by the flattery, and repeatedly refused: "This is impossible, how can you give me such a precious qin so easily, you should take it back, I can use my own qin."

The old man pushed back again, and said: "I'm not giving it to you, I'm lending it to you. You have to pay me back when you're done. Don't try to rely on it."

Seeing the old man's serious appearance, she no longer refused, but seemed hypocritical.

"Okay, then I'll accept it. I hope you will be there at the finale." She put down the 50 taels silver ticket and left the piano shop with two pianos on her back.

After Rong Yue left, the more the old man thought about it, the more something went wrong. What did he do just now?In a flash of his brain, he gave his most precious thing to a stranger?I don't even know his name or where he lives. . .

Seven days later, the final match.

The old man came as promised, and Qi Rongyue was standing among the crowd with the piano lent to her by the old man on his back. Seeing the old man coming, he hurried forward: "Uncle Liu, are you here?"

The old man was relieved to see that she was indeed there, with his zither on his back. He finally didn't misunderstand the wrong person because of his old eyes.

"Well, play it well in a while, don't let me down." Although the old man had a straight face, his eyes were soft, which reminded her of what her master looked like when she first entered Laiwu Mountain to study art.

The master's temper is also stubborn, very similar to this Uncle Liu.

There was a sense of intimacy in her heart, and she said with a smile: "After winning the game, I will treat you to a drink."

The old man didn't refuse, nor did he agree. His eyes turned to the field. Patriarch Sima had already arrived. Just as he sat down, his eyes fell on Uncle Liu.

The eyes of the two met, and it was as if a ball of sparks exploded in the air.

Patriarch Sima had no ill intentions towards Uncle Liu, but deliberately glared at Uncle Liu in order to create a tense atmosphere and prevent Uncle Liu from seeing anything.

The effect was obvious, so Uncle Liu turned his head and said to her, "No matter what, you can't lose to Sima Changfeng today."

(End of this chapter)