Dragon King Hall

Chapter 19 An Old Man
At this moment, the TV news just turned to the music channel, playing the latest news.

"It is reported that Yeve, the world's top pianist, after successfully adapting 'La San', is once again concentrating on creating a new song. Yeve once reported in an interview that this new song will be written by his teacher himself. Supervising and directing, and his teacher is the mysterious person who once directed him to adapt 'La San', let us look forward to Yev's latest work together."

The lights in the living room were off, Henry Zhang stepped on his slippers, and walked towards the bedroom on the second floor. Jiang Jing pushed open the door of the villa and started her protection work at night.

Early the next morning, Henry Zhang got up and wiped the floor as usual.

Sylvia Lin yawned and came out of the bedroom, staggered towards the bathroom, ready to wash.

Before Sylvia Lin walked into the bathroom, the landline at home rang crazily, and Henry Zhang trotted over to pick up the phone. This was an internal contact number, only Sylvia Lin’s father could call in.

“Hello, Dad.” Henry Zhang called into the phone.

"Xiao Zhang, wake Qing Han up quickly, and follow me to see her grandpa!" Lin Jianyu's voice was very anxious on the phone.

In Yinzhou City, Lin Group is a very legendary enterprise.

In the 80s of the last century, Lin Zhengnan, the founder of Lin Group, led the local enterprises in Yinzhou to develop together, and even established the Yinzhou Chamber of Commerce by himself. During this period, under the leadership of Lin Zhengnan, the Yinzhou Chamber of Commerce invested in stocks, real estate, electronics, etc. In many fields, at the beginning of the [-]th century, the Yinzhou Chamber of Commerce was forced to disband, but the major enterprises have developed vigorously. Although the Yinzhou Chamber of Commerce is gone, Lin Zhengnan is the only president in everyone's mind.

Although Lin Zhengnan was successful in his career, his life was not satisfactory. At the time when Lin Zhengnan was at his best, his wife passed away in an accident, leaving Lin Zhengnan with a son and three daughters.

The Lin family owns a compound in Yinzhou City. The status of this compound in Yinzhou City is equivalent to that of the capital city. Anyone with power in Yinzhou City is proud to enter the compound.

The compound is located in the outskirts of Yinzhou City, covering an area of ​​[-] square meters. The courtyard is surrounded by greenery, rockery and water, and a flat cement passage extends inward at the gate.

At this time, a Volkswagen Jetta was driving on this cement passage, which was particularly eye-catching.

Jiang Jing parked the car in the parking lot in the courtyard. Here, all the luxury cars with millions of dollars are parked.

The rear door opened, and a jade foot with black high heels stretched out, paired with cropped black suit pants, Sylvia Lin wore a white shirt on the upper body, lined with a small black suit jacket and walked out of the car, she His long hair was coiled above his head, and his exquisite and impeccable facial features were full of anxiety. When Sylvia Lin got out of the car, he strode towards the house in front of the parking lot.

In the car behind Lin Qinghan, there was no figure of Henry Zhang.

Sylvia Lin walked out of the parking lot, looked at the one-story building in front of him, pushed open the door, and walked in.

Inside the house, the furniture is all made of peach wood, with an antique flavor, and there is a faint fragrance in the air. There is no modern furniture in the house. It can be seen that the owner of the house likes this kind of ancient style very much.

In the house at this moment, there are quite a few people in formal attire, men and women, old and young.

Sylvia Lin looked at the few people in the room and opened his mouth slightly, "Dad, aunt, aunt, aunt, you are here."

In the house, there were not only those of Lin Jianyu’s generation, but also those of Sylvia Lin’s generation.

It’s just that looking at Sylvia Lin’s generation, she is the only one with the surname Lin.

"How is grandpa?" Sylvia Lin looked at his father with worry on his face.

Lin Jianyu sighed and pointed to the inside of the house, "It's inside, go in and have a look."

Sylvia Lin nodded, and just as she was about to lift her foot, she saw a middle-aged woman in her 40s rushing out of the back room with panic on her face, "It's not good, Mr. Lin is gone!"

"what!"

Everyone in the room, at this moment, showed a dull expression on their faces.

Yinzhou Suburban Park has become a place for the elderly to play Tai Chi every day from 11 am to 30:[-] noon, under the shade of the trees in the park, on the square, next to the stone pier, you can see the elderly everywhere silhouette of man.

Henry Zhang walked in the park wearing his beach shorts. Every week, two days, he would come to the park to watch the old man do Tai Chi. In that full and soft movement, Henry Zhang seemed to be able to make his manic heart, Restoration of some calm, only to blame the past life was too bloody.

"Young man, do you like Tai Chi?" An old and kind voice sounded behind Henry Zhang.

Henry Zhang glanced at it, and it was an old man in a wheelchair who was speaking, wearing a wine-red Tang suit, his hair was already gray, but his face was pretty good, with a little ruddy.

“I don’t like Tai Chi.” Henry Zhang shook his head, “But it doesn’t prevent me from enjoying watching it, just like some people will take medicine knowing that medicine is bitter.”

After Henry Zhang finished speaking, he looked at the old man’s legs with his eyes.

The old man showed a thoughtful look, and after a few seconds of silence, he laughed twice, "Hahaha, young man, there is something in your words."

Henry Zhang blinked at the old man, “Maybe.”

"Hehe, how did you see that?" The old man patted his legs with his hands.

"Face." Henry Zhang pointed at the old man's eyebrows, "Yanxia medical skills have been passed down for thousands of years. They can be used to signal the pulse, and they can also be used to signal the pulse. In our hot summer, there is a saying that one hair can move the whole body, and it can also be used in medicine."

Henry Zhang looked at the old man's whole body, and continued: "Your face is stretched, rosy and shiny, full of qi and blood, stable meridians, and thin but soft hair, which proves that the body is not empty. You came here in a wheelchair with strong arms. The meridian is intact, the waist is straight, why can’t the legs come off the ground? If it’s fractured or paralyzed, you can’t have strong energy and blood, and you won’t be able to sit up straight.”

“Awesome!” A smile appeared on the old man’s face, and he clapped his hands for Henry Zhang, “Little brother, are you a medical student?”

Henry Zhang shook his head, “No.”

“I don’t think so.” With a smile on his face, the old man asked Henry Zhang, “Do you mind pushing me away?”

“Mind.” Henry Zhang replied without thinking, “I still have something to do, but there is something I have to tell you.”

"Please tell me, little brother." The old man seemed to be listening attentively.

"Although your limbs are intact, the days are not long. The heart injury cannot be treated by medicine. The chest pain gets worse every night. You have to find someone to treat it as soon as possible." Henry Zhang patted the old man on the shoulder.

The old man's eyes showed a bright light, "Little brother is amazing, an old friend of mine also said the same thing to me, but my old friend went west three years ago, he said to me, if anyone can see I have a stubborn illness, so there is something that can save me."

"That old friend of yours is quite powerful, let me think about it if he can say such a thing." Henry Zhang had a thoughtful look in his eyes, "He died three years ago, is he called Songdan?"

(End of this chapter)