Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 892
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The conversation between the two of them outside the door was heard by Huang Huasen who got up to go to the bathroom.

His face was pale, his hands and feet were limp on the hospital bed, his lips were trembling, and his whole body was weak.

"How? Why am I really going to die?"

He murmured to himself, touching his chest feebly with his hands.

Zeng Tianhua and Yang Zimei walked in.

"Watson, are you feeling unwell again? Do you want to call the doctor?"

Zeng Tianhua asked nervously.

Huang Huasen waved his hand and looked at Yang Zimei, "Xiaomei, tell me, how long can I live?"

"It probably won't last until tomorrow."

Yang Zimei really couldn't bear to tell this cruel fact, but she had to say it so that he could make arrangements for his funeral.

Although he had been mentally prepared to overhear their conversation before, but now he actually heard it, he still felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer.

Yang Zimei took out the silver needle and pricked his acupuncture points to calm him down.

"Watson, if this is true, what should you do?"

Zeng Tianhua looked at him with pity, and asked worriedly.

"I can't die!"

Huang Huasen shook his head and said, "After so many years of fighting with Zhou Qiang, I am really unwilling to die at such a critical moment and let him be promoted smoothly."

Yang Zimei secretly sighed.

My life is gone, why are you still fighting like this?

"Teacher Zeng, I want to continue to maintain my political life until Zhou Qiang is defeated. Otherwise, I will not be willing to die."

Huang Huasen looked at Yang Zimei expectantly, "Xiaomei, can you see my fate, can you help me avoid disaster? The master I met in Thailand last year said he could help me resolve this year's disaster, It's a pity that I thought what he said was nonsense at the time, so I didn't take it seriously."

Yang Zimei smiled wryly, "If I can help, I will help for uncle's sake. Last year, the god of death hadn't approached you, so it was indeed possible to avoid it, but it's too late now, what master? They can't help you. You'd better make arrangements for your funeral, so as not to leave too hastily."

Huang Huasen drooped his head, and said unwillingly, "I am unwilling, I am really unwilling."

"That's fate, and you can't help yourself if you don't want to! There's not much time left. If I were you, I wouldn't want to be entangled in the struggle with Zhou Qiang anymore, but spend time with my family."

Yang Zimei persuaded.

Huang Huasen was silent for a while, and waved Yang Zimei out. He had something to say to Zeng Tianhua alone.

Yang Zimei went out and waited outside.

"Teacher Zeng, you also know that I became an official not only for myself, but for the prosperity of our Huang family. If I die, our Huang family will be finished, and it may become a village again. People's laughing stock. I absolutely don't want this kind of thing to happen, I must continue to honor my ancestors."

Huang Huasen shook Zeng Tianhua's hand, "So, I want to ask you to help me."

Zeng Tianhua knew better than anyone else how much Huang Huasen was burdened. He nodded, "As long as I can do it, I will help you with my duty."

"I want you to help my younger brother, steal the dragon and turn it into a phoenix, and let him live in my place."

"what?"

Zeng Tianhua was frightened by his thought, "How is this possible?"

"You also know that my twin brother looks very similar to me. He is also smart and talented. It's just because of me that he has been running a small shop at home to live. Let him replace me, and he will get started soon. I Let him replace me and knock Zhou Qiang down."

Huang Huasen said.

Zeng Tianhua looked at Huang Huasen and fell into deep thought.

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[Dears, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, I love you! 】

(End of this chapter)