578: C578 Grandpa Zang

C578 Grandpa Zang

"Who are you?" Qin Chuan asked helplessly.

"I'm sorry, I... can't tell you." Wong Ning's voice carried a trace of guilt. She did not want to involve Qin Chuan, but she had no choice. It was already like this.

"Then what can you tell me?" Qin Chuan's heart was burning with anger. He did not play with people like this. Wong Ning's life was threatened, but she still wanted to hide it from him.

"Don't worry, Qin Chuan, we will..."

Bang! Qin Chuan hung up the phone.

"Qin Chuan, Qin Chuan!"

Wong Ning called out from the other side of the phone and shook her head helplessly.

It was not that she did not want to tell Qin Chuan everything. It was just that she could not say it or say it.

"What's wrong, Ning? Who are you calling? It can't be your boyfriend, right?"

A slightly aged voice came from behind. Wong Ning turned her head and saw an old man wearing a Tang suit, with a head full of white hair and a rather dignified expression standing behind her.

The old man looked to be at least seventy or eighty years old, but he gave people the feeling of being full of energy. Between his words and actions, there was an awe-inspiring righteousness surrounding him, making people involuntarily want to lower their heads.

"Grandpa Zang, why are you here?" Wong Ning pursed her lips and went forward to support the old man.

"Hehe, if I don't come over again... The little princess of our station will be kidnapped and run away." The old man called Grandpa Zang said with a laugh.

"Oh, Grandpa Zang, don't make fun of me." Wong Ning pouted and supported the dignified old man to the sofa.

"Tell me. Was it the boy surnamed Qin that you mentioned to me?" The dignified old man sat on the sofa with his hands on his knees.

"What? I won't call that kid." Wong Ning remembered that Qin Chuan had just gotten angry with her and could not help but show a touch of anger on her face.

"That's enough. I still do not know you?"

The old man waved his hand and picked up the teacup on the table. Wong Ning immediately went forward to fill the cup. It could be seen that although Wong Ning spoke more casually with the old man, she still respected him very much.

"Grandfather Zang, we are going to the East River next week." Wong Ning said.

"What? Do you miss your little lover?" The old man looked at her with a smile.

"No. If I hadn't seen his magical medical skills, I wouldn't have bothered with him." Wong Ning's hands were in front of her as she spoke with a slightly red face.

"Is he really as amazing as you said? He can even save the dead?" The old man asked with a strange expression.

"That's more like it. Back then, I was ambushed by the people of Holy Church. And Luo Feng, they were all saved by that kid." Wong Ning nodded and said.

"Hiss... In that case, there is a strange person in our territory." The old man took a breath of cold air and said.

"That's right, Grandpa Zang. Otherwise, why would I want him to treat you?" Wong Ning said.

"Sigh... I know my own body. All these years, I have found many famous doctors and sages, but there is still nothing I can do about it."

The old man sighed. As he spoke, his face suddenly turned unusually red. Wong Ning, who was beside him, saw it and immediately became nervous. She hurriedly took out an exquisite porcelain bottle from her pocket and poured out a pill to help the old man consume it.

Once the pill entered his mouth, the red flush on the old man's face immediately disappeared. On the contrary, his face was somewhat pale.

"Grandpa Zang, how do you feel?" Wong Ning hurriedly asked.

"It's still the same. I have taken this medicine for ten years. The medicinal properties are too strong. It can cure the symptoms but not the root of the problem. Moreover, it consumes the essence in my body. I'm afraid that if I take it for another two years, my body will not be able to withstand the medicinal properties."

The old man shook his head and sighed.1

I can't take medicine. This also meant that the old injuries in his body couldn't be suppressed. In other words, the most he could do was to take the medicine. He still had two more years to live.

"Don't think too much about Grandfather Zang. You are our guardian god. You will never fall." Wong Ning waved her small fist and said.

"You are still too young. It is normal for people to have life and death. Besides, I have lived for dozens of years. It is not a big deal even if I die. It is just... sigh..."

The old man shook his head and sighed. A wave of worry appeared in his eyes.

His life and death were small, but once he died, the foreign forces would not let go of this opportunity. Although there were some things that could be of great use in the current situation, they were all too young. Their strength and experience were not enough.

"At that time, the responsibility of protecting China will still fall on you guys."

The old man lightly patted Wong Ning's hair, as if he was a hero who had passed away.

"Grandpa Zang, don't say that kind of thing. Didn't I find someone to treat you? He will definitely cure you." Wong Ning said with red eyes.

Yes, yes, yes. In a few days, I want to see what kind of ability does this brat that Ning is reluctant to part have. " The old man said with a smile.

Wong Ning's face became even redder, but she did not refute anything. She only saw Qin Chuan's face slowly appear in her eyes.

"Hiss..."

Qin Chuan inhaled in pain. He took a deep breath. The action of throwing the phone just now was too big. The wound on his lower abdomen caused Qin Chuan's face to distort.

"Ring ring ring!"

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