Bruno was not happy, he couldn't help but persuaded: "Mr. Gongsun, you have no choice now, you have a saying in China, a dead horse can be a good horse doctor, you are like a dead horse now, Stop being picky."
The corner of Gongsun Yu's mouth twitched, he dared to say that his great-grandfather was a dead horse, wait for the old man to get angry!
The old man is always at home, and no one dares to refute the old man. That is to say, the old man is sick now, and a year ago, the old man even beat his father with a cane!
Ye Qingqing was also amused, but Bruno's words were not rude, so this old man must be a dead horse now!
The old man's face became more and more gloomy, and his hands were itchy. He really wanted to use crutches to slap this foreign doctor.
"Mr. Gongsun, Miss Ye successfully treated a terminal cancer patient like you last week, Ms. Sang Wanhua. She has much fewer cancer cells now and her body is recovering." Bruno persuaded patiently.
He sincerely hoped that all his patients could be cured and returned home, escaping the care of death.
The old man raised his eyebrows and asked, "Sang Wanhua? The one who wrote the book?"
"Yes, you should have heard of her, right?" Bruno nodded.
The old man's expression suddenly appeared nostalgic, as if he was recalling the past. After a long time, he let out a long sigh and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I heard that she was very popular in Pingjiang."
Ye Qingqing's heart jumped again. Listening to his tone, it was obvious that the old man knew her auntie, and most likely she was from Pingjiang.
Lu Mo patted her hand soothingly, but Ye Qingqing couldn't help it, and blurted out, "Sir, do you know my auntie?"
The old man was stunned for a moment, then asked in surprise, "Is Sang Wanhua your auntie?"
"Yes, my grandmother's cousin is Sang Wanhua's sister-in-law. My cousin's aunt's name is Sheng Xinlan and she married into the Sang family." Ye Qingqing explained.
The old man was stunned for a long time, then suddenly smiled, "So many old people are still alive, I know the wife of Yimintang, you are the granddaughter of Miss Gu!"
"Yes, sir, are you also from Pingjiang?" Ye Qingqing asked tentatively.
Listening to the old man's tone, he knew a lot about the wealthy people in Pingjiang at that time, so it can be seen that he should also be from Pingjiang.
Gongsun Yu interjected with a smile, "My family is not from Pingjiang, my ancestral home is in Kyoto."
The old man added, "I used to be in Kyoto, but I went to Pingjiang to live for a while."
Ye Qingqing's heart was about to pop out of her throat, and her palms were sweating. Now it is almost certain that this old gentleman with a bad temper is Gong Yi, the master of the Gong family who was killed in the past.
He is not dead!
Lu Mo grabbed in front of Ye Qingqing and asked, "Mr. Gongsun, do you still remember the Gong family?"
The old man's complexion changed slightly, his eyes were suddenly sharp and murderous, and he couldn't see that he was a dying old man at all.
"Who sent you here?" the old man asked sharply, and winked at Gongsun Yu.
Gongsun Yu retreated to the door, slapped her palms heavily, and returned to the room. Lu Mo's eyes and ears were sensitive, and he soon realized that the room was surrounded, and there were many masters hidden in this big mansion.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Bruno was confused.
Lu Mo's expression was calm, and he smiled slightly: "Don't be nervous, Mr. Gong, I have nothing to do with the Hosokawa family. I was only entrusted by my friends to investigate the events of the Gong family back then."