Master Sheng, Madam, she became popular all over the world by fortune-telling

Chapter 77
Not far in front of the cash register, a thin middle-aged man fell to the ground in a rather embarrassing posture.

Leaning his upper body against the side of the counter, with one hand covering his chest, beads of sweat kept sliding down his pale face, and his frowning showed how intense pain he was enduring at the moment.

But even at this point, he still held the phone tightly with his other free hand, and said in a voice as calm as possible: "No matter what method you use, you must let the doctor delay for an hour... No, four or ten minutes, I will I will definitely bring back the panacea."

He said, shaking his fingers and hung up the phone.

At this moment, the salesperson and a few shop assistants had already rushed to his side, and said anxiously: "Patriarch Zhong, how are you doing? Let's help you go to the rest area to rest for a while."

As he said that, he couldn't wait for him to agree, and immediately went to help people in a hurry.

Patriarch Zhong only felt a throbbing pain in his chest, and he didn't even have the strength to speak, so he could only let them half-support and half-lift him on the sofa.

Struggled to speak as soon as I lay down.

But before he could speak, the salesperson had already spoken one step ahead, and said helplessly, "Patriarch Zhong, it's not that we don't pass on the message for you, but that the panacea in our store is no longer there."

"It's useless even if I help you spread the word. We can't concoct a new panacea."

Patriarch Zhong's expression froze for a moment, and then cracked inch by inch, and even the only remaining light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

He didn't speak, but only the grief-stricken breath emanating from his body made people deeply feel his pain at the moment.

The shop assistants couldn't bear it.

Even Ruan Shaohuai couldn't help but walked up to Sheng Shijing and the two and sighed: "Patriarch Zhong has a will to die, I'm afraid it will be bad for Miss Zhong."

Xie Xihe was surprised at the man's complex face with half white face and half gray face, and the white face was stained with a faint golden light. Hearing this, he couldn't help but feel moved, and asked, "Miss Zhong you are talking about is the Zhong family Yuxiu?"

Ruan Shaohuai nodded: "Apart from her in Kyoto, is there any Miss Zhong?"

Xie Xihe was stunned.

She may not know about others, but this Miss Zhong, she has heard it quite a few times.

Mostly from her dad.

The Zhong family is one of the four major families in Tiandu, ranking even higher than the Sheng family where Sheng Shijing belongs.

But the reason why it can get such a high ranking is not because the strength of the Zhong family is stronger than that of the Sheng family, but because of its reputation.

That's right, fame.

The Zhong family has done good deeds for generations, and every time a country is in crisis, they take the lead. Every time they donate money, they are ahead of all forces and people. The family has a good tradition and a long history. It is a real family of Zhongming Dingshi.

But maybe this kind of family is too perfect. God doesn't see such perfection, so he gave them a lot of hardships.

For example, the number of heirs is weak, for example, the general life expectancy of the Zhong family is not long, and for example, the relatives are shallow.

And so on.

In short, every time it is mentioned, people can't help but sigh.

And the fate of their family is very similar to that of the current Patriarch's only daughter - Zhong Yuxiu.

At Zhong Yuxiu's young age, she knows everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

She is really worthy of her name of Zhong Ling Yuxiu.

However, fate is ill-fated.

Not only did Fang lose his mother when he was born, he was also weak and sick since he was a child.

Congenital insufficiency plus congenital heart disease, as early as more than ten years ago, a group of doctors asserted that he would not survive.

Although relying on the profound background of the Zhong family to survive his birthday, but it has only been a month since his birthday, and he has already been critically ill several times.

Mr. Xie was one of Zhong Yuxiu's attending doctors, and he was always invited three or four times a year, so Xie Xihe heard Mr. Xie mention Miss Zhong many times.

I always lament that heaven is jealous of talents.

Then talk to her again that she doesn't need to be outstanding, as long as she is safe and healthy.

Extracted from the memory, when Xie Xihe looked at Patriarch Zhong again, he understood where his complicated face came from.

At this moment, Jing Mingtang's attending physician had arrived, and was taking out a pill to feed Patriarch Zhong, but Patriarch Zhong turned his head away.

His face was ashamed, he waved his hands and said weakly: "You don't need to take the medicine, please help me to the car."

Pain flashed in his eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I want to go home."

His Axiu was about to leave, and as an incompetent father, he couldn't save her, so he would go home to accompany her through the final journey, and then...

As soon as some thoughts crossed my mind, a voice sounded from the other side of the sofa, and said casually: "Go home and wait to die?"

Patriarch Zhong was startled, and turned his head slightly to look at the source of the voice. When he saw a little girl about the same age as his daughter who was speaking, the gloomy look in his eyes became more intense.

His Axiu, who was supposed to be such a healthy and beautiful girl, suffered so much for no reason because she was born into a family like theirs.

It was he who was sorry for his daughter...

Xie Xihe didn't expect the other party's reaction to be like this, and the brows that were already slightly frowning tightened up a little more. After thinking about it, he said again: "Go home and wait for your daughter to die together?"

As soon as these words came out, let alone Patriarch Zhong, even the staff of Jingmingtang and Ruan Shaohuai looked at her with disbelief in their eyes.

This……

Although, this is not wrong, Miss Renzhong is indeed dying, but is it too much to say this in front of her grieving father?
Isn't this adding salt to other people's wounds?
Sure enough, the moment Xie Xihe's voice fell, Patriarch Zhong's breathing became rapid, and he didn't know where the strength came from. He sat up on the back of the sofa and retorted loudly: "You are talking nonsense, my Axiu is not Will die! She will not die!"

"She is, how could she die!"

With an indifferent expression on his face, Xie Xihe corrected him: "One month and a month, already one month longer than what the doctors asserted, and it's enough for you. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

Rao Patriarch Zhong has a very good temper, and when he heard this, his whole body trembled with anger, his face was flushed red, he opened his mouth wide and gasped for a while, but he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Looking at that appearance, Ruan Shaohuai and others were terrified, afraid that he would die of anger in the next second.

Ruan Shaohuai couldn't stand it anymore, tugged on Xie Xihe's sleeve and lowered his voice, "Stop talking."

Xie Xihe's brows and eyes were light: "Who in the capital doesn't know that Miss Zhong won't survive. It's a fact, why don't people say it?"

　Patriarch Zhong: Whose stinky girl are you? Are you trying to piss me off?
　　Xi He: Well, are you mad?

　　Patriarch Zhong: You are dreaming, I will not let you succeed!

　　Xihe: Then I can rest assured.

　　Patriarch Zhong:? ? ?

　　There should be no one who can't see that Xi He is deliberately being the master of the Qi Clock family, right?

　　See the next chapter for the reason, and see tomorrow in the next chapter.

　　Hahahaha, see you tomorrow~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)