Chapter 653

Several of you, stop chatting idly—this is a matter of life and death. Why aren't you urgently checking this old gentleman's condition instead of chatting about these things?

The paper persons controlled by Wang Ping'an were almost shouting in anxiety; he had followed Gu Liangong here not to listen to their gossip. The incident that happened not long ago outside the Le family's gate—he had seen it all with his own eyes, even participated in it—so why would he need to hear others discuss it here?

He simply wanted to see how skilled the doctors of Liangshui Town were, and whether they could cure the root of Gu Liangong's illness.

Although.

Liangshui Town is merely an ordinary small town; towns like this number in the tens of thousands across Daxia, and each one, more or less, has a doctor.

Unless there is something strange, otherwise the doctors of a small town, no matter how skilled, are only so capable—how could they possibly cure the root of Gu Liangong's illness?

However.

Better safe than sorry; who knows if a miracle might occur?

Moreover.

If the doctors of Liangshui Town are unable to diagnose and treat the root of Gu Liangong's illness, then when it comes time for him to take effect, he must find an opportunity to let the clinic's doctors discover the prescription he secretly slipped into Gu Liangong's pocket.

As long as a doctor possesses genuine skill and can discover the root of Gu Liangong's illness, even if they cannot prescribe a suitable medicine for him, upon seeing the prescription he gave, drawing on years of study and personal experience, they ought to be able to understand that this prescription can cure disease and save lives.

Fortunately.

Gu Liangong himself knows the priorities—after all, if he doesn't care about his own body, how could he expect outsiders to? He interrupted Zhao Derun and Zhuo Tie's conversation.

Otherwise.

He would have to consider whether to find an excuse to interrupt the topic.

Who let him have limited time, with no inclination to listen to others bring up what he already knows?

Of course.

Mainly because the protagonist isn't him, he cannot hear others exaggerate about him, so he has no interest in paying too much attention.

"Uncle Gu, you mean, your health is important!"

Zhao Derun gave an embarrassed smile, then immediately realized. Although he was curious about the friends of Guimen Guan and Kumu Daozhang who serve in the Underworld mentioned by Zhuo Tie, hearing Gu Liangong's words made it inappropriate to say more; he could only wait until Gu Liangong's physical examination was finished before asking, and directly said:

"Uncle Gu, please extend your right hand!"

Not long after.

Zhao Derun felt Gu Liangong's pulse on his right hand, his expression growing graver each moment; he roughly discerned Gu Liangong's problem, not ordinary severity, yet hard to imagine, and spoke again:

"Uncle Gu, please switch to your left hand!"

"Dad, Grandpa Gu's condition won't be serious, will it?"

Gu Liangong casually extended his left hand; before Zhao Derun could even grasp his pulse, Zhao Huai couldn't help but exclaim.

He knows his father's medical skill—his father has been treating patients for many years, and he has always watched from the side; each time a patient leaves, his father explains things in detail, amounting to hands-on instruction of his abilities.

His father's pulse-taking ability can be described as unmatched—whether left or right hand, he can detect problems; it's rare for his father to ask patients to switch hands for pulse-taking, but whenever this happens, it invariably indicates the patient's condition is not ordinary. "You brat, if you're really bored, just get out of the way—don't you see I'm seeing a patient? You're still talking here; this isn't bothering me, it's endangering the patient's life!"

Zhao Derun lifted his head, glared fiercely at Zhao Huai, snorted coldly, his face full of barely concealed anger; frightened, Zhao Huai lowered his head, not daring to meet Zhao Derun's gaze, and then sheepishly addressed Gu Liangong:

"Uncle Gu, don't bother with this brat—he can't speak properly, a dog's mouth won't spit out ivory!"

"Derun, stop scolding little Huai—I know my own condition best!"

Gu Liangong smiled, not minding it; knowing Zhao Derun meant well, fearing he would blame Zhao Huai, he said:

"Is my condition really serious? Do I have only a few days left to live?"

Zhao Derun's expression instantly turned extremely odd; he wasn't bothered that Gu Liangong didn't take offense at little Huai's dog‑mouth uttering no ivory, for Gu Liangong is a magnanimous person who wouldn't blame the brat for speaking without thinking; he would scold the brat merely to remind him.

Some things shouldn't be said carelessly; Gu Liangong being magnanimous doesn't mean everyone else is.

Lest a single remark cause lifelong regret!

Who knows.

Gu Liangong roughly guessed his own bodily problem—no, it's not that he guessed it; rather, he knows he may have only a few days left to live, yet his face shows no panic, instead he keeps smiling, as if this were not a bad thing for him.

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but is actually a great blessing.

This situation makes it hard for him to understand.

Someone like Gu Liangong, advanced in years, has witnessed life and death; one can be resigned to fate regarding such matters, but would certainly not smile, let alone wish for his own death.

"Wait… Uncle Gu clearly knows he has only a few days left, yet he is so happy—could it be because of the sudden appearance of that Kumu Daozhang, who can summon the Guimen Guan?"

Myriad thoughts flooded Zhao Derun's mind; he had heard that Le Wenmao's funeral was entirely managed by Gu Liangong, handling all the big and small affairs, with Gu Liangong directing them.

With this favor owed, given the relationship between that Kumu Daozhang and the Le family, once Gu Liangong passes away, inviting that Kumu Daozhang to come perform soul salvation for his spirit is no difficulty.

Perhaps Gu Liangong could even use this opportunity to pass through Guimen Guan and report to the Yama King, accelerating his reincarnation; not needing to worry about whether he will be reborn as a human or an animal, he is very likely to be born into a wealthy family and enjoy blessings as a privileged offspring in his next life.

"If that's the case, no wonder Uncle Gu is so delighted upon realizing his days are numbered!"

Zhao Derun instantly understood why Gu Liangong, upon knowing his days are limited, wears a smile; if it were him, facing imminent death and knowing his next life would be in a wealthy family, he would likely be even happier than Gu Liangong, without agonizing over it, and replied bluntly:

"Uncle Gu, since you already know your situation, I won't hide it from you: given your current state, your lifespan is nearing its end—you probably have only a few days left; my medical skill is limited, at most I can prescribe a remedy to alleviate the root of the illness, letting you hold on for another year or so..."

As Zhao Derun spoke, he could clearly see Gu Liangong's smile growing brighter and brighter, until hearing that he could endure another year or so, the smile gradually faded.

Indeed.

His guess was correct!

(End of chapter)