The Great Doctor: Chapter 13 I'm dying

In the car.

Ye Qiu said, "Mom, I'm sorry, I made you feel wronged today."

"You silly child, what are you talking about." Qian Jinglan said, "You encountered so many things in the hospital, but you kept it from me. If you hadn't gone to the hospital today, how long would you have kept it from me?"

"I just don't want to make you worry."

"Listen to mom's advice, don't force yourself. If you can't make it in the hospital, then change to another hospital. As for Zhang Lili, she has changed. She is no longer the kind girl she used to be. It's better to break up."

"Yeah."

"Mr. Zhao must have something important to talk to you about. I won't delay you. I'll get off in front."

After the car stopped, Ye Qiu helped Qian Jinglan get off.

"Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry to bother you today." Qian Jinglan said politely.

"Auntie, you don't have to be polite. It's just a small matter." Zhao Yun was also very polite.

Qian Jinglan told Ye Qiu again: "Come back early, I'll wait for you to go home for dinner. Today, mom will make you your favorite mapo tofu."

"Got it."

After the car started, Ye Qiu said a little embarrassedly: "My mom is like this, she's a bit long-winded. Sorry, Mr. Zhao, I made you laugh."

"Very good."

Very good?

Ye Qiu glanced at Zhao Yun in confusion.

The latter kept silent and concentrated on driving.

Silence all the way.

The atmosphere in the car was a little depressing.

Ye Qiu wanted to say something several times but stopped.

After a full twenty minutes, Zhao Yun suddenly said: "Doctor Ye, I guess you have a lot of doubts in your heart?"

"Yes." Ye Qiu did not deny it.

"Ask whatever you want to ask. I will tell you everything I can say."

"Who is the Dragon King?" Ye Qiu asked as soon as he opened his mouth.

This question has been holding him back all the way.

"The Dragon King is the king of the Jiangzhou underground world! He was once a master of the Tiger List!" Zhao Yun continued, "In fact, you and the Dragon King have already met."

"Is it the old man in Tang suit who was with you yesterday?" Ye Qiu asked.

"Yes."

It was him!

When Ye Qiu saw the old man in Tang suit yesterday, he felt that the old man was not an ordinary person. Now it seems that his guess is correct.

"Is the Dragon King his real name?" Ye Qiu asked again.

"No, it's just a title." Zhao Yun said: "The Dragon King's real name is Long Qianqiu, and he is called the Dragon King in the world."

So that's it.

"Excuse me, Mr. Zhao, what is your relationship with the Dragon King?" Ye Qiu was a little curious about Zhao Yun's identity.

"I am the Dragon King's personal bodyguard."

"Then your kung fu must be very powerful, right?"

Zhao Yun smiled and did not answer.

The car drove into the downtown area and then entered a secluded mountain road. Ye Qiu looked out of the car window and asked, "Are we going to Yunwu Mountain?"

"Yes, the Dragon King lives in Yunwu Mountain."

Ye Qiu was shocked.

In the center of Jiangzhou City, there is a mountain with an altitude of 500 meters, called Yunwu Mountain, where the scenery is pleasant and the environment is beautiful.

In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, this was a park, and later it was developed into a top-level wealthy area. Only the top dignitaries in Jiangzhou were qualified to live in Yunwu Mountain.

Fifteen minutes later.

A row of exquisite villas with Chinese style appeared in Ye Qiu's sight. They were scattered in the shade of lush trees, quiet and distant.

The car drove all the way to the highest peak, and finally stopped in front of an antique villa.

"Doctor Ye, we are here." Zhao Yun said.

Ye Qiu nodded, and when he got off the car, he saw four guards standing at the door of the villa, all of whom were sturdy and sharp-eyed.

The aura of these four guards is very similar to that of Zhao Yun, but it is much weaker than Zhao Yun's.

"Brother Zhao!"

Seeing Zhao Yun, the four guards shouted respectfully.

"This is Ye Qiu, the guest invited by the Dragon King." Zhao Yun pointed at Ye Qiu.

The four guards glanced at Ye Qiu and quickly stepped aside.

"Doctor Ye, please follow me." Zhao Yun led the way.

Ye Qiu stepped into the gate, and a courtyard covering several hundred square meters appeared in his sight. There were pavilions, waterside pavilions, fish ponds, rockery, and various exotic flowers and plants planted inside, which had a bit of the flavor of a summer resort.

In the middle of the courtyard, there was a sturdy sycamore tree, at least a hundred years old, with lush branches and leaves.

Under the tree, there was a stone table.

There was rice paper on the stone table.

The Dragon King was practicing calligraphy.

"When the Dragon King is practicing calligraphy, he doesn't like to be disturbed. Please walk lightly." Zhao Yun reminded in a low voice.

Ye Qiu nodded.

The two walked to the Dragon King. Ye Qiu stretched his head and looked. He saw a few words written on the rice paper:

"I have finished the king's affairs and won a good reputation in my lifetime and after my death. It's a pity that I have white hair."

The pen moved like a dragon, and the force penetrated the back of the paper. Between the pen and ink, there was an invincible killing spirit on the paper.

"It's a good word, but it's a pity..."

Ye Qiu suddenly spoke.

"What a pity?" The Dragon King asked lightly.

"It's a pity that the killing spirit is too strong."

Snap!

The Dragon King threw down the brush in his hand, raised his head, and his eyes fell on Ye Qiu.

Instantly.

Ye Qiu felt like he was being stared at by a peerless beast, and all the hair on his body stood up.

Seeing this, Zhao Yun hurriedly said: "Ye Qiu, why don't you apologize to the Dragon King."

"You also know calligraphy?" The Dragon King asked before Ye Qiu apologized.

"I know a little bit."

In the inheritance of the ancestors of the Ye family, there is a lot of knowledge about calligraphy.

"You just said that the murderous aura was too strong. Do you think my state of mind when I wrote is not right?" The Dragon King asked again.

Ye Qiu had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "The author of this poem is Xin Qiji, a famous Southern Song general who fought against the Jin Dynasty. He advocated the recovery of the Central Plains throughout his life, but was rejected and attacked. He was not appointed for a long time and lived in seclusion for nearly 20 years."

"This poem was written by Xin Qiji when he was frustrated and lived in Xinzhou."

"In the poem, he expressed his ambition to kill the enemy and serve the country and establish fame. However, the phrase "poor white hair" expressed Xin Qiji's depression, pain and anger that he had no way to serve the country and was difficult to express!"

"And the words you wrote, silver strokes and iron hooks, are full of murderous aura, which is completely opposite to the mood of the author of the poem, but it is full of a spirit of swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger. This reminds me of a poem by Cao Cao: The old horse is in the stable, but his ambition is thousands of miles away. The martyr is in his twilight years, but his ambition is endless."

The Dragon King stared at Ye Qiu, his eyes as deep as the abyss, without saying a word, but the huge momentum on his body still exists.

Ye Qiu was so nervous that cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

After two minutes, the Dragon King suddenly laughed and said, "Ye Qiu, you are very good."

Hearing this, Ye Qiu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, the Dragon King asked kindly, "Ye Qiu, I asked Zhao Yun to invite you. Did I disturb your work?"

"No."

"That's good." The Dragon King put away the smile on his face and said solemnly, "Ye Qiu, please come here because I have something I want to ask you for help."

"What is it?" Ye Qiu asked.

"I want you to help me heal my illness." The Dragon King said, "I'm dying."