Chapter Nine Hundred and Thirty IX This Is All Fate

That's right, the most important purpose for Mr. Wu to invite Master Zhang is to let Master Zhang take a look at his body!

Since the New Year's Eve last year, his body has been worsening day by day, and he has a feeling that his time is approaching.

But he went to the hospital for numerous checkups, and the doctor couldn't tell that Yinmao was ugly.

I can only prescribe some tranquilizing medicine, saying that he is too anxious.

At that time, Mr. Wu wanted to point at this so-called expert and scold him, saying that you are anxious about your grandma's size.

Now that he has handed over all the affairs of the Wu family to Wu Zhonghao, he usually just walks the birds and waters the flowers, drinks tea and reads the newspaper, and is still anxious?

For keeping in good health.

The doctor said that it is not good to turn on the air conditioner too much.

So every night when he was resting in summer, there would be several eighteen-year-old beauties standing beside him in turn, fanning and fanning him.

In winter, two eighteen-year-old beauties first entered the bed in their pajamas to warm him up.

When he was resting, these two beauties would each hold his foot and warm it for him.

Because the doctor said that the heating of the air conditioner is not good for the body, it is too dry, so it needs to be heated naturally.

What is natural heat?

Body temperature is naturally the best natural heat!

But with such a leisurely regimen, Mr. Wu felt that his life might not be long.

For this reason, he deliberately invited Zhenren Zhang here, just to hold out his last hope.

Decades ago, Zhenren Zhang saved him.

Now he naturally hopes that Zhenren Zhang can save him again and prolong his life!

The greatest truth in the world is that the poor are afraid of death, and the rich are even more afraid of death!

Mr. Wu is very afraid of death.

"Brother Wu Xian."

Zhang Zhenren naturally understood the meaning of Mr. Wu in an instant. He smiled wryly, shook his head slightly and said, "As the saying goes, life and death have destiny, and wealth depends on heaven."

"A person's life has a definite number, as long as he should live, he will be as old as he is."

"Under the age, Black and White Impermanence can't take you away. When the age is up, Daluo Jinxian can't keep you."

"Although I am good at medical skills, there are limits to medical skills."

Zhang Zhenren looked at Mr. Wu, and said slowly: "No matter how good a doctor is, he can't save a person who wants to commit suicide." "Similarly, he can't save a person who is about to die."

"This……"

"Snapped."

Mr. Wu's expression froze, and the special hand-painted gold-plated teacup in Jingdezhen worth more than 100,000 pieces fell to the ground in his hand, and it was torn apart along with the tea.

Just like Mr. Wu's heart.

He knew very well that what Zhang Zhenren said was telling him that his life was up.

Even though Zhang Zhenren is a famous medical saint, he cannot be saved.

"Gudong."

Mr. Wu swallowed hard and spit.

Although he had been mentally prepared for this, he still felt a little uncomfortable when the situation came to an end.

After all, it was his own life.

"Brother Zhang."

"Excuse me."

After all, he was an old fox. After a brief astonishment, Mr. Wu still came to his senses. He took a deep breath and forced himself to accept the fact.

"It's all life."

Zhang Zhenren smiled wryly and said: "Like my disciple Ye Fan, I have already calculated that he will have a calamity this year, so I let him go down the mountain this year to meet the calamity."

"I thought it was a small catastrophe, but who knew it was a catastrophe of life."

"It's true that everything is fate, and it can't be controlled at all."

"Ugh."

Zhenren Zhang let out a long sigh.

A sense of twilight appeared in him.

Obviously, because of Ye Fan's death, Zhang Zhenren was also hit hard.

"Brother Zhang, my condolences."

Mr. Wu can understand Zhang Zhenren's pain.

After all, Ye Fan is the successor cultivated by Zhenren Zhang painstakingly.

It was like if Wu Zhonghao died suddenly at this moment.

Mr. Wu would definitely rather die immediately instead of Wu Zhonghao than let Wu Zhonghao die.

"Brother Zhang, I don't know."

Mr. Wu looked at Zhang Zhenren with a complicated expression, and said with difficulty: "How long is it?"

Zhang Zhenren didn't speak, but glanced at Mr. Wu, and then stretched out three fingers.

"This?"

Mr. Wu was taken aback when he saw this.

What do the three fingers mean?

three seconds?

three days?

"Is there still three years?"

Mr. Wu doesn't expect that he can live another thirty years, even three years, that's not bad.

"Three months."

Zhang Zhenren replied to Mr. Wu with a serious expression, and said solemnly: "I can prescribe you a medicine, but it can only prolong your life by seventy-seven forty-nine."

"In three months and forty-nine days."

"Unless Da Luo Jinxian makes a move."

Zhang Zhenren said with a wry smile: "Otherwise, the medicine stone will be difficult to cure."

"Then thank you, Brother Zhang."

Mr. Wu looked sad. He really didn't expect that he had only more than a hundred days left.

"Brother Wu Xian."

After prescribing the medicine for Mr. Wu, Zhang Zhenren looked at Mr. Wu seriously, and said, "My disciple Ye Fan, how did he die?"

"I also hope that Wu Xiandi can clear up my doubts for me."

Master Zhang's eyes were filled with a deep chill. He came here this time to avenge Ye Fan!

"It's a long story."