Chapter 1410 Master Song

This stuff is occasionally artistic, but it can be corrected soon, and nothing major will happen.

After Director Miao's incident, he went to Haicheng for a walk and had a 24-hour operation, but he didn't see any depression and pessimism when he came back.

It's such a rude, surgical dog who only knows how to work! Su Yun murmured a few words in his heart.

"At that time, under the stars, I felt the boundless expanse of the universe. Compared with the universe, the Milky Way is very small. Compared with the Milky Way, the earth is not worth mentioning. And we will feel the vicissitudes of life on the earth, and it is even more worthless. carry."

"What happened later?" Su Yun continued to ask.

"Uncle Ning said that he hoped Yiren would grow up happily and grow old."

"Isn't that good?" Su Yun was surprised.

"But when I thought about it later, I still have to go to work, see a doctor, perform surgery, and save people. Hurry up and sleep, why are you talking about it." Zheng Ren smiled.

"..." Su Yun almost spit out a sip of wine.

This guy doesn't have any romantic cells in his body, and his guess is correct.

"Boss Zheng, what you said is." Qin Tang maintained an elegant demeanor, nodded slightly, and said, "We are small individuals, for the whole..."

"Qin Tang, don't talk nonsense, he's just complaining." Su Yun laughed loudly, "Let him go to scientific research, he can't hear the sound of the emergency department flat car, it's only 1 week, really only 1 week, lie I am Thief Sun! This guy went to the emergency department."

"..." Qin Tang really didn't understand why the assistant would dismantle the boss's desk like this.

At this time, shouldn't it be that he agrees with his own voice and says a few words that are appropriate to the situation, which is fun and deepens the understanding of each other?

But seeing the smile on the corner of Boss Zheng Renzheng's mouth, he didn't seem to care. Qin Tang felt that these two were wonderful people.

As for the strong man, he was murderous, even though he tried his best to be docile, Qin Tang could still easily perceive it.

These people are very interesting. I hope they are as talented as they can and can prolong my grandpa's life for a few years.

Qin Tang looked at the three people in the car and thought silently in his heart.

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Xiangjiang, the Qin family's mid-level mansion.

Song Moyao was wearing a loose black long coat with a bulging belly. It looked like she was pregnant, and she should be 34 to 35 weeks old.

It's just that her body seems weak and her breathing is short of breath. Even walking slowly, there are still signs of physical exhaustion.

"Master Song, take a break?" The old housekeeper of the Qin family was very polite to Song Moyao. Although the age difference was at least 40 years old, he still maintained the etiquette of a lower-ranking person.

Each generation of the head of the Song family is honored as Master Song.

Although Song Moyao was young, she was still a woman, but she did not follow her husband's surname after marrying, and was still the third generation of Song masters.

This is inheritance.

"You're welcome." Song Mohao took a few breaths and said, "There are still a few more steps to go. After reading it, Mr. Qin is in a hurry, and this matter can't be delayed."

Hearing her talk about Mr. Qin, the old housekeeper stopped talking and looked sad.

After walking for another quarter of an hour, the old housekeeper took Song Moyu and a female disciple behind her back to the mansion.

"Master Song, do you see any problem?"

"From the perspective of Feng Shui, there is no problem at all." Song Moyao was also very confused, "The small tricks that my father set up for Mr. Qin in the past have not changed. It is not a matter of Feng Shui to store the wind and gather Qi, and the Qi pulse has not changed. ."

There was no way out, the old housekeeper was desperate.

"I'll give Mr. Qin a divination, maybe it's a fate. After the disaster, the clouds will open and the sun will disappear, and it may continue for another ten years." Song Mohao coughed a few times, his voice was hoarse, and his airway spasmed signs are very obvious.

Pregnancy seemed to be an extremely heavy burden for her, and even breathing became difficult.

Perhaps the activity was too intense, perhaps because of lack of oxygen. Song Moyao's exposed hand suddenly developed several red spots, the size of a copper coin, with bright colors.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the old butler immediately said, "Master Song, it's okay for you."

"It doesn't matter." Song Mohao slowly closed his eyes and breathed hard.

It seemed that even normal breathing had become extremely extravagant. At the same time, the red spots on her hands became more and more obvious, and even bulged slightly, as if several copper coins were about to come out of her body.

"Master." The female disciple behind Song Mohao called softly.

Song Mojiao shook his head, and finally held his teeth.

The living room of the mansion was extremely empty. At this time, it was quiet in the dead of night, and only Song Mohao's heavy breathing sounded in the living room.

The sound was uneven, as if her airway had turned seventeen or eight turns, and something strange was about to burst out of her body.

The old butler was a little worried, but hesitated for a while, his hands like the old roots of a dead tree trembled slightly, but he didn't move.

After more than ten minutes, Song Mohao slowly got better.

Breathing smoothly, the whole person recovered quickly, as if the strangeness in her body was suppressed.

"Master Song, I didn't expect your illness to be so serious." The old housekeeper sighed.

"If it wasn't for my health, I should have come to Mr. Qin's affairs long ago." Song Mohao sighed and said softly.

After that period of time passed, her condition improved a little, at least the symptoms of airway spasm were relieved a lot, and the red mark on the copper coins on her hand was also lighter.

"There's no way to do this, please ask Master Song to help me no matter what." The old housekeeper stood up tremblingly and bowed deeply.

Song Moyao didn't evade and was polite, as if all this was right.

After that, Song Mohao raised his hand, and the disciple behind her took out the same simple box, put it on the table solemnly, and then backed out.

The empty living room became more and more empty.

"Those who are greedy, use Bo as a means of relief. For those who are greedy, they use inaccessibility as their conciliatory measure. My father used to fortune teller and calculated that I would have a catastrophe in the near future, so he said it to resolve the disaster." Song Moyu sighed, Reach out.

The erythema on her hands subsided slightly, but her hands were still trembling.

...

About a stick of incense, Song Mohao's hands trembled more and more, but she just looked at a few Holy Song Tongbao on the table, took a long breath, and said, "Old Mr. should."

Hearing Song Mo's words, the old housekeeper's tense body relaxed. In an instant, he got a lot older.

"It's just that the hexagram is vaguely related to me, which is strange."

"Master Song, you have explored the fate of life and death, already..."

Song Mohao waved his hand and said, "Go to the hospital, I will guard Mr. Qin."

"You?" The old housekeeper was stunned, "Your body?"

"It's okay." Song Mo said, "Who can figure out life and death. This matter is of great importance and should not be ignored."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements." The old butler immediately said obediently.

Song Mohao looked at the Holy Song Tongbao on the table, hesitated slightly, and kept counting with the hand hidden in his left sleeve.

It was indeed related to herself, but she couldn't see why.