Get a divorce! Do you really think I'm a toad?

There was a heavy rain on the first day of May.

Phoenix Villa is hazy by mist and rain, misty and unreal, and Wolong Garden hidden in the clouds is like a palace in the sky.

Next to the old man's bedroom is a medical room. Not to mention all kinds of precious medicinal materials, even advanced medical equipment that can only be purchased in large hospitals is available. It is also equipped with many good doctors in case Chu Xiaotian needs emergency treatment. need.

Who in Jiangcheng doesn’t know that Mr. Truman cherished his life so much that he equipped himself with a first-rate medical team in the whole country?

Under the porch of the medical room, Chu Xiaotian's most trusted personal doctor, who already had superb medical skills at a young age, was leaning against a pillar, looking at the heavy rain with dull and indifferent eyes, and smoking silently.

The drains on the eaves were dripping with water. The medical genius slowly raised his hand, stretched out his palm and caught it in the water line.

The splashed water fell on the face and broke into flowers, leaving nothing in the palm.

What slips away between the fingers is the fleeting time that cannot be held.

At the courtyard gate, the old housekeeper walked in slowly holding a big black umbrella.

When he walked to the center of the yard, he accidentally raised his eyes and saw the young doctor under the porch.

The old housekeeper stopped unconsciously and looked at the doctor for a moment, his eyes slightly complicated.

The doctor named Lin Hao stared at his palm that was catching the rain. He vaguely noticed the lonely figure in the hospital with his peripheral vision. He glanced at it lightly, but his face was still expressionless.

The old housekeeper tightened his wrinkled hands on the umbrella handle, lowered his head and stepped forward silently.

"How are you today, master?" There was no emotion in the old man's tone.

Lin Hao said neither salty nor coldly: "It's getting better."

"Dr. Lin, thank you for your trouble." The old housekeeper sighed and walked into the bedroom without waiting for a reply.

Lin Hao seemed to have no intention of replying to him. His eyes were slightly distant and he was still looking at the palm holding the water. He gently raised his fingers and scooped up a puddle of water. In just a short moment, water overflowed from his palm in all directions.

In the bedroom, the old man ordered his personal maid to take out the old wine Chu Yuxuan brought last time from under the bed and fed him a sip.

The maid saw that the old man was still greedy for a drink, then looked at the half-sized mineral water bottle in her hand, frowned and said: "Master, don't drink more."

Chu Xiaotian smacked his lips and closed his eyes with still lingering thoughts: "Then let's drink it tomorrow."

After saying this, Butler Wang walked into the bedroom.

The maid greeted her warmly and then left knowingly.

"Brother Tian," the old housekeeper sat beside the bed and asked with concern, "Are you feeling better today?"

He and Chu Xiaotian got to know each other in the army when they were young. From being comrades in bunk beds to being lifelong brothers, they have become like family.

Chu Xiaotian smiled slightly and said: "Fengzhu is still old and dying, so live one day at a time."

The old housekeeper didn't say any words of comfort. He pursed his pale lips, picked up the mineral water bottle on the bedside table, fed Chu Xiaotian a sip, and then took a sip himself.

"Drink less. My grandson bought it for me. If you want to drink, ask your grandson to buy it for you too." Chu Xiaotian joked, paused, and said meaningfully: "You are just stubborn, what do you have to do with your own son?" Can't talk about it? He's already this old, so call him back from his hometown and have a good talk. We've missed each other."

The old housekeeper was speechless and took another sip of wine as if to retaliate: "This wine is good. Your grandson finally did something unworthy of a grandson."

The two ancient brothers joked for a while, and the old housekeeper put the wine back under the bed, changed the topic and said, "Recently, there is an Oriental Club in Jiangcheng, which is very powerful."

"Dongfanghui?" Chu Xiaotian's sparse brows frowned: "What's the origin?"

The old housekeeper said: "It's a man named Li Bin. I asked someone to check him. He has killed people and been imprisoned. After he was released from prison, he did not change his ways. He led a group of local ruffians to steal chickens and dogs. But during this period, they did what they did." They have done a lot of big things, including robbing casinos, robbing D vendors, fighting for territory, collecting protection fees from major nightclubs, doing everything, and even making harsh words, saying that in the entire Jiangnan District, they have the final say after twelve o'clock at night. .”

"Someone is secretly manipulating him." Chu Xiaotian said with a smile: "The supervision team is still in Jiangcheng. The second-grade imperial envoy came with a coffin years ago. He took an oath at the risk of his life to defeat the tigers and wipe out the criminals. , return Jiangcheng to a peaceful world, haha...who would be so bold at this juncture?"

The old housekeeper said: "There are rumors that it is a man named 'Mr. Big', but no one has seen him, and I really can't figure out who it is."

Chu Xiaotian was thoughtful and suddenly asked: "What has Yuxuan been doing recently?"

"The romance remains unchanged, but he spends more time with his wife than before, and is more interested in Qingya than before, but secretly, he is still checking up on his mother."

"Well..." Chu Xiaotian was silent for a moment and said: "You continue to secretly investigate the Tianji Society. If you can help, please help. That child, I am indeed ashamed of him... The last time he came to see me, I saw that he wanted to tell me about Tianjihui, but he didn’t know what to worry about and didn’t speak.”

The old housekeeper's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he said in a deep voice: "Those bastards are all new blood now, and they are much more cautious than they were thirty years ago. If I hadn't accidentally discovered them before, I'm afraid we still wouldn't know about their resurgence. information!"

"It's not necessarily a resurgence," Chu Xiaotian said, "I can't tell, but someone else is using the Tianjihui's brand name."

Old Butler: "I have been to the Red Mansion and wanted to check it out from the Yamen, but before I went there a few times, Mr. Rufeng sent someone to warn me, saying that the Red Mansion would not interfere in the grudge between Truman and the Tianji Society. We also don’t want us to take any action in the Red Mansion.”

"That old guy is also frightened now, and he will definitely not let us mess around." Chu Xiaotian smiled and said: "You still don't know, the second-grade imperial envoy has a blood debt to pay with him, haha, this political The battlefield is not much worse than the bloodshed of the battlefield."

Old housekeeper: "I can only think of other ways to check."

Chu Xiaotian looked at him and sighed inexplicably: "Old man, we are all old. You broke up with your son, so you deserve to be lonely. My family has a great business and is full of children and grandchildren, but in fact I am lonelier than you. , I probably deserve it.”

The old housekeeper looked up at the family portrait on the wall and muttered: "The human heart is not enough for a snake to swallow an elephant."

Chu Xiaotian smiled and said: "If I were Qiangu and you didn't want to go back to your hometown, just stay here with peace of mind. You can't count on the second bedroom, but Zhiqing will definitely provide for you until you die."

The old housekeeper took a deep breath: "If you leave, why should I stay here?"

Death is an unavoidable outcome for human beings, and the dying old man is naturally more magnanimous about this outcome than the young.

The old brothers chatted for more than half an hour before Butler Wang stood up and left.

After coming out of the door, Lin Hao was still watching the rain, his face expressionless, and he didn't even look at him.