Chapter 902

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The conversation between the two of them outside the door was heard by Huang Huasen who got up and went to the bathroom.

His face was pale, his hands and feet were cold and soft on the hospital bed, his lips were trembling, and his whole body was weak.

"How? How am I really going to die?"

He muttered to himself, his hands weakly touching his chest.

Zeng Tianhua and Yang Zimei walked in.

"Watson, are you feeling uncomfortable again? Do you want to call a doctor over here?"

Zeng Tianhua asked nervously.

Huang Huasen waved his hand and looked at Yang Zimei, "Xiaomei, tell me, how long can I live?"

"I guess it won't last until tomorrow."

Yang Zimei couldn't bear to tell this cruel fact, but she had to say it so that he could make arrangements for the funeral.

Although he had been mentally prepared to overhear their words before, but now that he really heard it, it was still like being hit by a heavy hammer.

Yang Zimei took out the silver needle and punctured the acupoints to calm him down.

"Watson, if this is true, what should you do?"

Zeng Tianhua looked at him with pity and asked worriedly.

"I can't die!"

Huang Huasen shook his head and said, "After fighting with Zhou Qiang for so many years, I am really unwilling to die at such a critical moment and let him ascend smoothly."

Yang Zimei sighed secretly.

Life is gone, why are you still fighting this breath?

"Teacher Zeng, I want to continue to maintain my political life until I defeat Zhou Qiang, otherwise, I will not be reconciled to death."

Huang Huasen looked at Yang Zimei expectantly, "Xiaomei, can you see my life, can you help me save my calamity? The master I met in Thailand last year said that he could help me save this year's calamity. It's a pity I didn't take it to heart at all when I thought what he said was nonsense."

Yang Zimei smiled bitterly, "If I can help, for my uncle's sake, I will naturally help. Last year, the god of death hadn't approached you, so it was possible to avoid it, but now it's too late, what master? It can't help you. You'd better arrange the funeral so that you don't go too hastily."

Huang Huasen lowered his head and said unwillingly, "I'm not reconciled, I'm really not reconciled."

"That's life, you can't be reconciled! There's not much time left. If I were you, I wouldn't want to be entangled in the struggle with Zhou Qiang, but to spend time with my family."

Yang Zimei advised.

Huang Huasen was silent for a while, and waved Yang Zimei to go out. He had something to say to Zeng Tianhua alone.

Yang Zimei walked out and waited outside.

"Teacher Zeng, you also know that my career in politics is not just for me, but for the prosperity of our Huang family. If I die, our Huang family will be finished, and it may become a village again. People's laughing stock. I definitely don't want this kind of thing to happen, I have to continue to honor my ancestors."

Huang Huasen held Zeng Tianhua's hand, "So, I want to ask you to help me."

Zeng Tianhua knew better than anyone how much Huang Huasen was carrying. He nodded, "As long as I can do it, I will be obliged to help you."

"I want you to help my brother, steal the dragon and turn the phoenix, and let him live in my place."

"what?"

Zeng Tianhua was frightened by his thought, "How can this be possible?"

"You also know that my twin brother and I look very much like me, and they are smart and talented. It's just because of me that I have been opening a small shop at home to live. Let him replace me, and I will get started soon. Let him replace me and knock Zhou Qiang down."

Huang Huasen Road.

Zeng Tianhua looked at Huang Huasen and fell into deep thought.

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[Dears, happy Mid-Autumn Festival, love you! 】