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　　Having said that, Wu Shaobai shook his head:

　　"Master, life, old age, illness and death are human nature. I believe... Mr. Jin has already seen it. Don't think too much about it, everyone, I won't go back tonight. I will nurse Mr. Jin in the hospital for one night, whether to transfer the news... Uncle, you have discussed it and let me know, and I will watch the arrangement here. Then... it's all right here, everyone, go back."

　　"..."

　　No one spoke.

　　And Wu Shaobai left immediately after he finished speaking.

　　At this moment he is a doctor and is responsible for his patients.

　　……

　　Jin Wensheng woke up at 2:[-] in the morning.

　　When I woke up, I felt someone lying beside me.

　　But because the lights in the ICU were turned off, there was only dim light outside the curtain, so he couldn't see who was inside.

　　He thought about it and pushed the man who was sleeping beside the hospital bed.

　　Just push it, and the person wakes up.

　　When he saw it, he was happy.

　　That smile didn't look like a patient at all.

　　"Child, why are you sleeping here?"

　　"Uh, sir, are you awake?"

　　Wu Shaobai reluctantly regained his energy, and quickly grabbed his hand and put it on his pulse.

　　At the same time, his eyes looked back and forth on various monitoring instruments.

　　Fortunately, the pulse is stable.

　　out of danger.

　　But because it was already late at night, he couldn't say much, he could only whisper:

　　"Do you feel any discomfort?"

　　"No, it's fine."

　　"……real?"

　　"Hey, why am I lying to you? Go, call a car and take me home."

　　"do not……"

　　Wu Shaobai quickly shook his head:

　　"Don't make trouble. This is the ICU, where is the place where you can come in and go out when you want? ... You can take a rest, and tomorrow morning, if the conditions are met, I will transfer you to the general ward. Observation been talking for a few days."

　　"Hey, I have nothing like (thing)..."

　　"That doesn't work either, you are the doctor and I am the doctor!?"

　　Wu Shaobai shook his head persistently:

　　"Okay, sir, don't disturb everyone to sleep, you are resting for a while."

　　Involuntarily, Wu Shaobai used his doctor's duties to forcibly stop the old man's thoughts of continuing to talk.

　　Seeing the old man's speechless appearance, he chuckled lightly:

　　"Okay, sir, rest well."

　　With that, he opened the curtain and walked out.

　　……

　　The night passed.

　　Early the next morning, after the doctor finished the shift, it was determined that Jin Wensheng's body was in good condition. At Wu Shaobai's suggestion, he was transferred to the general ward.

　　Wu Shaobai specially opened a single room for him.

　　Then, after cleaning his body with the nurse, he started to feed the old man breakfast.

　　Half a bowl of millet porridge, half a steamed bun is a plate of fried dry tofu skin.

　　After eating, the time also came to 9 o'clock.

　　Halfway through, Wu Shaobai received a call. Knowing that Guo Degang and others were rushing here, he told the old man.

　　Unexpectedly, the old man brought up another topic:

　　"Child, have you heard of "Hengming Cai"?"

　　"……what?"

　　Wu Shaobai was taken aback.

　　"What?"

　　"Horizontal and vertical, the fate of life, the wealth of the God of Wealth."

　　"……what is that?"

　　Seeing him puzzled, Jin Wensheng asked again:

　　"What about "Women's Family Business"?"

　　"...???"

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　　""Eight Cats"..."

　　"I know this, Mr. Zhao Nan will... What did you just say was cross talk?"

　　"Correct."

　　The old man nodded:

　　"It's cross talk. Traditional cross talk."

　　"..."

　　Now, Wu Shaobai became interested and sat by the bed:

　　"Sir, why don't I even hear your name? Is it lost?"

　　"Forget it. In fact, you may have used the joke, but you probably don't know where it came from."

　　Jin Wensheng looked at his shining eyes and smiled kindly.

　　"In the past few years, I haven't been able to talk about storytelling. In fact, I have been sorting this out with my mind that is not working at this time. Although I say that my cross talk is not good, but... how can I tell you, I am in Tianjin. For so many years, you include Ma Sali, Wang Shichen, Zhao Shizhong, Yu Baolin, Wang Changlin and others, we have made a collection of traditional cross talk, you know?"

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　　Wu Shaobai nodded:

　　"I know, aren't you the planner?"

　　"Yes, that's right."

　　The old man nodded:

　　"In 96, I was one of the initiators of the "Celestial Traditional Cross Talk Collection" jointly produced by the Tianjin Radio and Television Society and the Tianjin Radio and Television Audio-Visual Art Development Center. We published two volumes, the first of which is about 92 paragraphs of traditional cross talk. The second volume is about 60 paragraphs. The third volume was originally planned, because there are still more than [-] paragraphs of cross talk to finish. But then... there is no money. If you can make these [-] paragraphs A lot of cross talk has been completed, and the art of cross talk is complete. At first, I wanted to do it, but I had no money. Later, when De Gang made a fortune, he came back to me and said that he wanted to do this, but all those who talked about cross talk died at that time. .I can't get it all done..."

　　Although Wu Shaobai didn't know why Mr. Jin suddenly started talking about this topic, he nodded to show that he was listening, and asked:

　　"and then?"

　　"Then?"

　　The old man smiled:

　　"At that time, all the famous cross talk masters in Tianjin Wei, the old gentlemen, all exhausted their wisdom, and finally felt that there were still 67 paragraphs of cross talk left to finish. At that time, because of lack of money, these old fellows left their ancestors' art in order to prevent them from being lost. Manuscripts. Over the years, I've written letters to ask for some, but not all of them..."

　　"what do you mean……"

　　Wu Shaobai seemed to understand something.force.

Chapter 1653

　　Seeing him react, Jin Wensheng laughed:

　　"Child, am I not going to live long?"

　　"no!"

　　Wu Shaobai denied it.

　　But the old man laughed:

　　"Hahahaha... I've spent my whole life wandering on the pier of Tianjin Wei, and I haven't seen anyone who is so arrogant in the Three Religions and Nine Classes? Does the little bastard still want to deceive me?"

　　The very unique sound of laughter and scolding even brought him to mention Wu Shaobai's ears.

　　Wu Shaobai was not annoyed, because he knew that the old man was not malicious.

　　"I just won't live long, you don't need to tell me, I know it myself."

　　Saying that, he patted the bed board:

　　"Get this up for me."

　　"okay."

　　Wu Shaobai quickly found the remote control:

　　"You press this and adjust it yourself to see what height is suitable."

　[-] Then, a motor sounded, and the old man's bed began to rise slowly.

　　Sitting on the bed, he said:

　　"I know I'm not going to live long. In fact, I felt this way last year... Hey, you don't know what I'm talking about. What is this called? , but he didn't let me die, there must be a reason for keeping my life."

　　"..."