Chapter 662 You want to die so much, who are you trying to embarrass?

Zhao Kangtai ignored Gu Lianggong's questioning, but looked up and looked deeply at Zhao Derun. He saw that Zhao Derun was holding the paper ball that fell out of Gu Lianggong's pocket in both hands, staring at the words on the paper, with horror that was difficult to conceal on his face and in his eyes.

As for the medicine bag and the other prescription he had in his hand, he had already handed them to Zhao Huai.

now.

Zhao Huai was also standing behind Zhao Derun stealthily, standing on tiptoe and looking up at the paper in Zhao Derun's hand. However, compared to the shock that was manifested on Zhao Derun's face, Zhao Huai's face was full of astonishment and confusion.

Obviously, Zhao Huai was still confused about this prescription. If Zhao Derun hadn't mentioned it, he might not have believed that the piece of paper that fell from Gu Lianggong's pocket could actually be a prescription that could save Gu Lianggong's life.

Zhao Kangtai asked solemnly: "Derun, are you sure that this prescription can cure Gu Lianggong's illness?"

"Zhao Kangtai, you don't believe that this prescription can cure my illness, right?"

Gu Lianggong's face was filled with surprise that was difficult to conceal, as if this prescription was not for curing his illness, but for curing his enemy, the kind of enemy who had killed his father and was a vengeance against him.

He has lived a lifetime and has seen many ups and downs. It cannot be said that he has no attachment to this world. The only thing he cares about is the descendants of their Gu family. However, he knows clearly that what he eats and uses now is earned by his children. If he lives one more year, he will consume the money earned by his children.

At this moment, he was of no help to the Gu family. He was like a mascot - no, maybe even worse than a mascot.

This is not what he wants!
What's the point of lingering on for future generations? They can't help much, and it will only waste the money earned by their own children. It's better to die early and be reborn soon. That's why, from Zhao Derun, he can live another year and a half, and from Zhao Kangtai, he can live another three to five years.

Not only did he not feel the slightest bit of happiness, but he was filled with disappointment instead.

now.

Regardless of whether this prescription came from Taoist Xuanqing or not, if it can really cure his illness, I can't say how much, but at least it can allow him to live another seven or eight years.

Seven or eight years is not a lot, but not a little either.

just.

It is inevitable that something will happen that he is unwilling to accept!

He didn't want anything unexpected to happen at his funeral, so there was no way to invite Taoist Priest Xuanqing to preside over his funeral, to help his soul to be reborn in heaven, to summon the Gates of Hell, to let him pass through, and to become a rich man in his next life.

Therefore.

Hearing Zhao Derun's words that the prescription written on the piece of paper could cure his illness, he was extremely frightened. It was only then that Zhao Kangtai did not respond but asked instead, apparently not thinking that this prescription could cure his illness that he reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief.

But he was still very nervous, his heart almost jumped into his throat! He knew Zhao Kangtai's ability. Don't look at his age, but in the field of doctors, the older you are, the more capable you are. At least Zhao Kangtai's ability is better than Zhao Derun's. Zhao Kangtai didn't think this prescription could cure his disease, but no one dared to guarantee whether this prescription could make him live another five or six years.

If he wasn't worried, he would die right now. It would be very disadvantageous to Taoist Xuanqing and make Taoist Xuanqing unwilling to preside over his funeral. He was ready to find an excuse to end his life as soon as possible, the sooner the better.

Zhao Kangtai ignored Gu Lianggong who seemed relieved. He could tell what the old man was thinking at a glance. He neither supported nor opposed the old man's ideas. Everyone has their own choices, and as long as their choices do not harm others, they can be considered the right choices.

He looked at Zhao Derun deeply, as if waiting for Zhao Derun's answer.

"Dad, this prescription was in your hand just now, and you almost saw through it with your eyes. I think you know better than me what's wrong with this prescription!"

Zhao Derun smiled bitterly. He knew his father was testing him, but he was not angry. At his age, he still had a father willing to test him. To be frank, it was a great blessing. Although he did not want this kind of happiness, he took a deep breath, exhaled heavily, and sighed:
"Dad, although I am not very capable and can only see Uncle Gu's problem - no, judging from this prescription, Uncle Gu still has some problems, which are hidden very deeply. If it weren't for this prescription, I might not be able to see it. I don't have the ability to diagnose and cure Uncle Gu's illness, but I still have a keen eye and can see that this prescription can cure Uncle Gu's illness!"

"You're right. You're not good enough—no, not only you, but I'm not good enough either. But your eyesight is pretty good..."

Zhao Kangtai sighed slightly, but before he could finish his words, Gu Lianggong, whose heart was in his throat, exclaimed in disbelief, "Zhao Kangtai, don't tell me that this prescription can cure my disease?"

"Uncle Gu, your illness can be cured. This is a great thing. Aren't you happy?"

Zhuo Tie chuckled, knowing why Gu Lianggong was so unwilling to accept it. He knew Gu Lianggong's thoughts very well.

"Happy, I am so happy!"

Gu Lianggong glared at Zhuo Tie with gnashing teeth, as if he wanted to eat Zhuo Tie alive. He knew Zhuo Tie had good intentions, but was it a bad thing for him to want to die early and reincarnate early? He suppressed his anger, turned his head and looked at Zhao Kangtai, and said in a bad tone: "Zhao Kangtai, tell me the truth, if this prescription can cure my disease, how many more years can I live?"

"Given your physical condition, as long as your illness is cured, you will have no problem living another ten or twenty years..."

Before Zhao Kangtai could finish his words, Gu Lianggong fell to the ground with a thump. Zhuo Tie was so frightened that he rushed forward and hugged Gu Lianggong, but saw that he was unconscious. He asked in panic, "Uncle Gu, Uncle Gu, are you okay?"

Zhao Derun was also startled. He quickly put away the prescription, rushed forward, felt Gu Lianggong's pulse, confirmed the situation, and then breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay, he just fainted. He will be fine after a rest!"

"This old man has envied rich families since he was a child. I don't know how many times he has fantasized about being reborn into a rich family and becoming a rich young man. He never thought about whether it is so easy to be reborn into a rich young man.

But with the good things this old guy has done over the years, he will have a happy life in his next life. Why bother about whether he can pass through the gates of hell? Even if he doesn't, with the good things he has done, should he still worry about not being a rich young man in his next life?"

Zhao Kangtai said sarcastically, but he agreed with and even supported the good things that Gu Lianggong had done over the years. Although he did good things for a purpose, how many people in this world don't have a purpose?

"Zhuo Tie, take this old guy back later and ask his son and daughter-in-law to persuade him. Why is he thinking about dying early and reincarnating early all day long? Could it be that his son and daughter-in-law treat him badly?
If he tries to commit suicide again and again, he may have achieved his goal, but how can his son and daughter-in-law live?"

(End of this chapter)