village doctor

After Zhou Daorong finished speaking, he stood up, turned around and left without looking at Wang Dachun. That Li Yanju seemed to be her follower, and he didn't say a word to Wang Dachun from the beginning to the end.

Only Bi Wenjun smiled apologetically at Wang Dachun and followed.In fact, she only took two bites, so she was full, but the two women ate half a bowl of rice.

Tang Wenming smiled apologetically at Wang Dachun, "Brother Dachun, I'm very sorry, Er Niang has such a temper, let's continue eating, come, I'll toast you."

Wang Dachun raised his wine glass and touched Tang Wenming, "It's all right." The two women walked away completely clean, their faces were neither yin nor yang, which really affected their appetite.

Wang Dachun took the initiative to have a drink with Tieshan, "Brother Tieshan, you eat too!"

Tieshan hadn't moved his chopsticks a few times since Zhou Daorong came down. Originally, his butt was sitting on half of the stool, but when the woman came, only one-third of his butt was touching the bench.

Pitiful for his 1.9-meter build, he was a little apprehensive towards that woman, for fear that her mouth, which was sharper than a knife, would cut his flesh twice.

Wang Dachun took a sip of the 2 yuan bottle of red wine and said, "Mr. Tang, the situation in your family is a bit complicated!" He didn't like to drink red wine at first, and thought it was a bit bitter and astringent, but when he thought of the price of the wine, He suddenly felt that there seemed to be a little sweetness in the bitterness.

Tang Wenming smiled wryly, and told about the situation at home. Regardless of his appearance, he was not so happy. His mother passed away when he was in junior high school. Later, he married a wife, and his wife also died. After that, he never married again.

Father Tang Zongze married so many concubines, and the women in the family fought each other every day, full of intrigue like a court drama, and it was common to stab a knife in the back.

Tang Wenming grew up in such a family. His father was obsessed with women all day long, and he didn't care enough about his son. Fortunately, he gave him most of the rights in the company...

"Hey, every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite!" After listening to Tang Wenming's narration, Wang Dachun suddenly didn't envy him at all. Compared with him, he lived in a perfect and happy family. No amount of money can buy the happiness of being together beautifully.

After dinner, Tang Wenming invited Wang Dachun to the living room, and someone immediately brought two cups of fragrant tea.

Tang Wenming lowered his voice and said, "Brother Dachun, I suspect that our family has been tampered with. You can help me see if there is any problem with Feng Shui later."

Rich people pay more attention to Fengshui layout. When the old man of the Tang family bought this villa, he specially invited a Fengshui master to read it carefully.This old-fashioned villa of the Tang family is a treasure of Fengshui, and the Tang family has been prosperous for so many years.

This old house is very prosperous, but the population is not very prosperous. The Tang family has only one generation, and apart from Tang Wenming, only Zhou Daorong has a son.Moreover, people who live here are often prone to accidents. Tang Zongze also asked someone to look at it, but he didn't see any clues.

Wang Dachun nodded. In fact, since he entered the Tang family's villa, he felt something was wrong. How should I put it, he hadn't tasted it for a while, but he just felt a little awkward.

After drinking tea, accompanied by Tang Wenming and Tieshan, Wang Dachun wandered around the villa with his hands behind his back.

The weather improved a little in the afternoon, there was no rain, but the sky was still very overcast with thick dark clouds, and the old banyan tree in the yard that blocked the sun made the whole villa very dark.

According to Tang Wenming, this villa was built at the end of the 100th century and has a history of more than [-] years. It has a typical European style, a total of seven floors, and a total of more than [-] large and small houses. An iconic building.

It is said that this place used to be a stronghold of secret agents, but this is only a legend, and it is not known whether it is true or not.

Wang Dachun stood in the yard and squinted at the tall old banyan tree. The old banyan tree was very tall, the tallest branches and leaves almost reached two-thirds of the villa, and the branches and leaves were also very dense.

Tang Wenming was puzzled, "Brother Dachun, is there something wrong with this banyan tree?"

Wang Dachun nodded, "Well, Mr. Tang, hurry up and ask the gardener to beat the branches at the top, so as not to let it continue to grow taller, otherwise it will overwhelm the master and block the luck of the old house."

"I understand, let the gardener handle this matter now." Tang Wenming believed in Wang Dachun's words, and immediately called the gardener.

After Tang Wenming finished making the phone call, Wang Dachun turned around, "Let's go, let's go to the old man's room to have a look. By the way, is the old man buried now?"

Tang Wenming said: "It has already been buried."

At this moment, in front of the window of a room in the villa, Zhou Daorong and Li Yanju are standing in front of the window looking at the backs of Wang Dachun and the others.

Li Yanju said: "Second sister, do you think the young man Tang Wenming is looking for can really understand Fengshui? Looks like that, he is really too young! Hmph, I think he is also in a hurry to go to the doctor, and everyone will catch him Come use it."

"Leave him alone, we just need to do our own thing well. Tang Wenming, he won't be jumping around for a few days." Zhou Daorong narrowed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. If something happened to Tang Wenming, her son would is the sole heir.

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The old man Tang Xianguang's bedroom was on the second floor to the south. When the door was opened, a musty smell of corruption came over.

Tang Wenming hurriedly opened the window for air.

"Mr. Tang, did the police come to see the old man after he left?" Wang Dachun asked as he touched the yellow pear wood desk.

The room is all mahogany classical furniture, even the bed is made of precious wood, with intricate patterns carved on the head of the bed, any piece of furniture in the room is probably an antique.

Tang Wenming said: "The police came to see it, and the forensic doctor said that grandpa died of myocardial infarction."

Tieshan took the words, "I don't think the old man died of myocardial infarction. I have seen people who died of myocardial infarction, and they didn't bleed from the seven orifices."

Tang Wenming said: "We have to believe in science. Since forensic doctors have said so, we have no choice but to believe it."

"Is it today's forensic doctor? If it was him, I don't think it would be so reliable." Wang Dachun felt that Qin Ming's level could make a mistake.

Tang Wenming smiled wryly, "It's really him, but it's too late to say anything now, my grandfather has already been buried."

Wang Dachun suddenly kicked out a stone, "Huh? What is this!"

He picked up the stone and looked at it, his expression changed, "Yin stone?"

Tang Wenming and Tieshan hurried over upon hearing the words, stepped forward to watch, "What silver stone?"

Wang Dachun ignored the two, and immediately searched in the room. If he guessed correctly, there must be other things.

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