Song Feng nodded and said, "Shiya, you wait for me, I'll go out and talk to Mr. Niu."

A moment later, Song Feng and Niu Zhenguo came outside the store.

Niu Zhenguo lowered his voice and said, "I can't hide it, an old friend of my family has recently had a strange illness."

"I was in a hurry just now, and I was going to visit the elders' homes."

"I wonder if Mr. Song can take some time out of his busy schedule to follow me to see this elder?"

As a celebrity in Jiangcheng's economic circles, Niu Zhenguo has heard of the recent local events.

Many of these things are related to Song Feng, and Niu Zhenguo expected that Song Feng must be very busy during this time.

Niu Zhenguo hesitated again and again and did not contact Song Feng for the time being.

First, there is no need to decide whether Song Feng will give himself this face?

Second, Song Feng has been entangled in all things recently, and I am afraid that he may not be able to have time.

Fortunately, the condition of the elders of the deceased friend is still under control.

Niu Zhenguo was going to wait a few more days, and when Song Feng was busy with the matter at hand, he would find a reason to invite Song Feng out.

Under the pretext of contacting feelings, little by little reveal the illness of relatives.

I didn't expect to meet Song Feng halfway.

Thinking that maybe this was fate, Niu Zhenguo simply got straight to the point.

Therefore, the elders are not in danger of life for the time being, but in which direction the disease will develop in the future, Niu Zhenguo can't say clearly, and the doctor in charge of treating the disease can't say either.

"In that case, I'll go with you."

After more than ten minutes of contact, Song Feng judged that Gao Dequan was a genuine rich man.

Although it is not as exaggerated as Lin Xiu'e said, there are still hundreds of millions of assets.

As for why he married Lin Xiu'e.

Song Feng didn't bother to guess.

is even more lazy to continue to be in the same place with Lin Xiu'e and Gao Dequan.

Back at the antique shop, Song Feng told Niu Zhenguo to ask him for help.

Bidding farewell to the Lin Shiya sisters, Song Feng got into Niu Zhenguo's car.

The elders of Niu Zhenguo's old friends who are going to visit do not live in urban areas, but in remote areas in the suburbs.

The car left the city and came to the foot of a mountain.

The road ahead is rough, with only one path for two people to walk in parallel.

The car couldn't drive on it, Niu Zhenguo ordered the driver to stop, unbuckle his seat belt, and said apologetically: "Mr. Song, I'm really sorry, my elder likes to be quiet, the place where he lives is far away from the crowd, and we are afraid that we will have to walk on the road ahead."

Song Feng didn't ask much, and then untied the whole belt and left the car.

Niu Zhenguo walked in front to lead the way, and soon led Song Feng to a courtyard.

The small courtyard is quite elegant, and a large piece of bamboo is planted outside.

There is a thatched pavilion built manually, and some chickens and ducks are raised in the yard.

The house chimney in the middle emitted wisps of cooking smoke.

Seeing this scene, Song Feng couldn't help but sigh: "What an idyllic scene."

"Mr. Niu, a relative, should be a person who enjoys mountains and rivers, right? Living in this kind of place, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, like a paradise, even if you get sick, I don't think the illness will be very serious."

Niu Zhenguo smiled bitterly, as if there was something unspeakable.

"Mr. Song, please wait here, my elder has a strange personality due to his long-term seclusion, and it is easy not to see outsiders."

"I'll go say hello to him first, and I'll bring you in with him with his permission."

"Okay."

Song Feng made a piece of jewelry, and looked at the green mountains and green waters nearby behind his hands.

I have to say.

It's a great place to retreat.

The small courtyard is backed by a mountain, there is a small stream not far away, and there are chickens and ducks in the yard, which is enough for the owner of the yard to be self-sufficient.

The bamboo forest has a beautiful environment and a pleasant climate.

Living here every day, watching the wonderful scenery around you, breathing fresh air without any pollution, not to mention prolonging your life.

It's definitely good for the body and mind.

Looking at it, Song Feng gradually became puzzled in his heart.

According to Niu Zhenguo, his elder has lived in seclusion here for a long time, at least for more than many years.

Living in such an environment without any pollution, how can there be strange diseases?

"Niu Zhenguo, are you going to be angry with me! Are you all talking about it?"

"I won't see anyone, take your people away immediately!!

It didn't take long for a sudden sound of reprimand from the courtyard to be heard.

The sound is getting louder.

Judging by the tone, it should be an elderly man who spoke.

A few minutes later, Niu Zhenguo walked out with his head bowed, looking aggrieved.

Song Feng said lightly, "Mr. Niu's elder doesn't seem to welcome outsiders to appear in front of him."

"Ugh."

Niu Zhenguo sighed and said, "I'm really sorry, my elder has a strange personality, and his temperament is even more unpredictable due to illness and other reasons."

"I insist that my illness is just a minor problem and does not need to be treated by outsiders."

A few times ago, Niu Zhenguo brought a few doctors over.

Doctors recommend that patients enter the hospital for long-term check-ups.

It is this sentence that annoys the old man who lives in seclusion here all the year round.

Thinking that Song Feng would say the same suggestion, the old man would be so ruthless, and he would reprimand Niu Zhenguo together.

Song Feng smiled slightly and said, "If I guess correctly, Mr. Niu's relative should be an old smoking gun."

"How did Mr. Song find out?"

Niu Zhenguo was taken aback.

"To tell you the truth, when the patient reprimanded you loudly, I analyzed from his voice that the patient was at least sixty years old and had been smoking for decades."

"It sounds like his voice is full of anger, but he's actually very sick."

Song Feng didn't plan to sell Guanzi, and straightforwardly told Niu Zhenguo about his diagnosis.

The elderly have been smoking for at least 30 years and have suffered severe lung damage.

The voice is full of breath and penetrating, but in fact it is just an illusion.

The lungs have reached an advanced stage of disease, which can develop into life-threatening malignant symptoms at any time.

Once the disease develops, the most obvious symptom is dyspnea.

Without prompt treatment, dyspnea can evolve into respiratory arrest.

"What Mr. Song is saying is that this elder of mine is indeed an old smoker who has been smoking for decades."

"When other doctors examined him, they found that he had serious problems with his lungs."

"In addition to his lungs, he also has a strange problem, weakness in his limbs."

Speaking of this, Niu Zhenguo's expression was very helpless.

It is not difficult to find out that smoking causes malignant lesions in the lungs.

But what does lung lesions have to do with weakness in the limbs?

None of the several doctors Niu Zhenguo invited could understand the intermediate connection.

It is only clear that there are two problems in the patient.

One is the lungs and the other is the limbs.

The patient has been advised to be hospitalized several times for a series of physical observations, purely for the sake of the patient's consideration.

Continued admission to the hospital for observation may be able to identify the cause of the weakness in the limbs.

Unexpectedly, the patient has a strange temper and is difficult to get along with.

Dead or alive refused to leave the small courtyard under the mountain where he had lived for many years.