Bruno was not happy anymore, and he couldn't help but persuade: "Mr. Gongsun, you have no choice now. What does your Chinese say? A dead horse can be treated as a good horse. You are like a dead horse now, don't be picky."

Gongsun Yu's mouth twitched, and he dared to say that his great-grandfather was dead. Wait for the old man to get angry!

The old man was a man of his own at home, and he said it all the same. No one dared to refute the old man. That is, the old man is sick now. A year ago, the old man was using a crutch to beat his father!

Ye Qingqing also heard it funny, but Bruno's words were rough and not rough. Isn't this old man now going to be a living person?

The old man's face became more and more gloomy, his hands were itchy. He wanted to use a crutch to beat the foreign doctor, and he was talking nonsense!

"Mr. Gongsun, Miss Ye successfully treated an advanced cancer patient like you last week, Ms. Sang Wanhua. She now has a lot of cancer cells and her body is recovering." Bruno patiently persuaded.

He sincerely hopes that all his patients can be cured and returned home and escape the favor of the god of death.

The old man raised his eyebrows and asked, "Sang Wanhua? The one who wrote the book?"

"Yes, you probably heard of her?" Bruno nodded.

The old man suddenly had nostalgia, as if he was recalling the past. It took him a long time to sigh and a smile appeared on his lips, "I heard that she was very popular in Pingjiang back then."

Ye Qingqing's heart beat again. From his tone, it was obvious that the old man knew her aunt and was most likely from Pingjiang.

Lu Mo patted her hand comfortably, but Ye Qingqing still couldn't help but ask, "Old sir, do you know my aunt?"

The old man was stunned for a moment and asked in surprise: "Is Sang Wanhua your aunt's wife?"

"Yes, my grandmother's cousin is Sang Wanhua's eldest sister-in-law, and my cousin's aunt is Sheng Xinlan. She married into the Sang family." Ye Qingqing explained.

The old man was stunned for a long time and suddenly smiled, "It turns out that there are so many old people living. I know the wife of Yimintang, you are the granddaughter of Miss Gu's family!"

"Yes, sir, you are from Pingjiang, are you also from Pingjiang?" Ye Qingqing asked tentatively.

Judging from the old man's tone, he knew the rich people in Pingjiang at that time, which shows that he should also be from Pingjiang.

Gongsun Yu interrupted with a smile: "My family is not from Pingjiang, and my ancestral home is in Kyoto."

But the old man added, "I used to be in Kyoto, but I stayed in Pingjiang for a while later."

Ye Qingqing's heart was almost bursting out of her throat, and her palms were sweating. Now it is almost certain that this old man with a bad temper is Gong Yi, the head of the Gong family who was killed in the whole family back then.

He is not dead!

Lu Mo asked in front of Ye Qingqing: "Mr. Gongsun, do you still remember the Gong family?"

The old man's expression changed slightly, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and his murderous aura appeared. He could not tell that he was a dying old man at all.

"Who sent you here?" the old man asked sternly and gave a wink at Gongsun Yu.

Gongsun Yu retreated to the door, slammed his palms heavily, and returned to the room. Lu Mo's eyes and eyes were sensitive. 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 and looked confused.
Chapter completed!