70s rebirth daily

Why-

Why did he practice medicine and save people for decades, and he saved eight hundred lives instead of one thousand?

He is not reconciled!

Li Youzhong had a ferocious face, and the corner of his eye fell on the muzzle of the gun on his temple. Just when Song Fengchen took the pill, straightened his waist and turned to face the Zhang family, he suddenly jumped up from the ground, with his head staggered. The muzzle of the gun hit the guard's stomach impartially.

Unable to be on guard, the guard's complexion changed, and he sprayed Li Youzhong's head with saliva, followed by the whole person soaring up to the ground. At this moment, Li Youzhong stretched out his left hand, grabbed his wrist, and slammed As soon as the ground was pressed hard, the guard felt pain, loosened his fingers, and the pistol in his hand fell.

The moment the guard slammed down on the wall, the pistol landed firmly in Li Youzhong's hand.

In the light of the calcium carbide fire, he raised his hand with a gun and aimed at the back of Song Fengchen's head.

"boom--"

The young man standing beside Li Youzhong didn't even have time to think, he picked up a vase on the shelf next to him and smashed it right on Li Youzhong's forehead.

The world was quiet for a moment. The young man looked at his hands, at the blood dripping from Li Youzhong's forehead, and then at the broken porcelain on the floor. He blinked his eyes, and his brain slowly emptied.

Li Youzhong opened his mouth, gasping for breath, his gaze gradually became slack, his face was complicated, resentful, unwilling...but he had no regrets.

He only heard a plop, and he fell straight down.

Hearing the sound, Song Fengchen silently put away the paper talisman in his hand.

One thought of heaven, one thought of hell, nothing more than that.

"Is the person still alive?" Zhang Zhongshu asked belatedly.

If Li Youzhong really died in his house, not to mention dirtying his house, he would inevitably bring unnecessary trouble to his house.

Hearing this, the young man suddenly came back to his senses, and hastily stretched out his hand to touch under Li Youzhong's nose, feeling the intermittent heat on his finger, his heart was relieved, but on his face he had an expression of 'he's cheap': " Not dead, still alive!"

"It's okay, anyway, he won't live for a few more days." Song Fengchen only said.

Zhang Zhongshu naturally believed in Song Fengchen.

Since Li Youzhong doesn't have much work left, it's much easier to deal with. He didn't shy away from Song Fengchen, and turned to look at the middle-aged man: "Go, send him back to the Li family, and tell the elders of the Li family that he What a good thing you did!"

I believe the Li family will be very willing to give him a satisfactory answer.

After dealing with Li Youzhong, Zhang Zhongshu looked back at Song Fengchen: "Nephew Song Xian, do you see my father's body?"

Hearing this, Zhang Bingjun, who was teetering on the bed, pulled himself together with difficulty.

Only then did Song Fengchen think about the business, and he handed the pill in his hand to Zhang Zhongshu: "This is the Gu worm, the vitality that the old man has been sucked away is in its body."

Zhang Zhongshu overcame the fear in his heart, and quickly reached out to pick it up.

Song Fengchen continued: "Find a thicker tin box, put it in, add half a tael of glutinous rice root, three qian of soft-shelled turtle shell, and one qian of cinnabar. The powder was made into ointment with rice washing water, and applied on the old man's heart. When the ointment turns reddish brown, it means that the anger has returned to the old man."

"However, the old man is old after all, and after suffering such a crime, he will inevitably suffer from sequelae in the future." As he said, Song Fengchen glanced at Zhang Bingjun.

Zhang Bingjun smiled wryly, but he could see it openly: "It's okay, I'm already very satisfied to be alive."

Song Fengchen nodded, knowing that he couldn't help much, so he simply didn't speak anymore.

After that, there was another thank you, so there is no need to mention it.

Rejecting Zhang Zhongshu's kindness to keep a meal, when Song Fengchen returned home, Xu Shujian just came out of the bathroom after washing.

Seeing the big and small bags in Song Fengchen's hand, Xu Shujian walked to the kitchen and asked, "Why did you come back after buying so many things all of a sudden?"

"I didn't buy it, it was a gift from the Zhang family." Song Fengchen put all the things in his hand on the coffee table, picked up the kettle and poured a glass of water down his stomach.

"The Zhang family?"

"Hmm." Song Fengchen sorted out the things on the coffee table while telling the ins and outs of the matter.

Two bottles of Moutai were put away under the bed in the bedroom, three sticks of Chunghwa cigarettes and a can of [-] grams of saffron were put in the cabinet, and some dried fruit and dried meat were stuffed into the study. Love to make a cup of tea, of course snacks are indispensable.

Adding in the 4 from the Zhang family, the 9 from the Ding family, and the [-] from the previous gold sale, his net worth exceeded [-] in one fell swoop.

A little happy.

Song Fengchen was humming a little tune, and his eyes fell on the only remaining cardboard box on the coffee table. It was not the thank you gift from Cheng Hanfei after he settled Ding's family affairs before.

He opened the carton and saw that there was a set of molds inside.

There are a few pieces of yellowed letter paper pressed under the mold, and when you open it, you can see the four characters of 'Baohan Ningxiang'.

Looking further down, there are many words such as musk, borneol, gold leaf, hammering, into ash, and out of ash.

"This is—" Song Fengchen raised his eyebrows: "An ancient ink formula?"

"What?" Xu Shujian mistakenly thought that Song Fengchen was talking to him, and immediately poked her head out of the kitchen.

Song Fengchen looked up at him, it seemed that Xu Shujian's birthday would be in three months' time, his eyes flickered slightly, and he put the letter paper back into the paper box calmly, "It's okay, I just remembered something, and said to myself Woolen cloth!"

"Hmm." Xu Shujian looked away without doubting him.

Song Fengchen carried the box into the bedroom. He planned to hide the things first, and study them carefully when he was free in a few days.

The time spans to 1978, and in the blink of an eye, it has been almost two years since Song Fengchen came to this world.

On January 14th, Beijing University officially started its winter vacation, and Song Fengchen also got his first report card in his life.

——His total score ranked third among the 78 official students and eight auditors of the Russian major of the [-]th grade, thanks to Xu Shujian's occasional small talk for him.

For this reason, the red sandalwood desk in the study has been painstakingly done, and it has been reworked twice in a loose manner within a few months.

In other words, as long as Song Fengchen can continue to maintain a good ranking in the top five of the class in the next year, he can become a full-time student in the second semester of his sophomore year.

Song Fengchen was in a good mood. In his last life, due to various reasons, he failed to go to school. It is impossible to say that he has no regrets.How could he be unhappy when his wish finally came true in this life, and he was accompanied by his beloved.

In order to celebrate this happy event, Song Fengchen deliberately persuaded Xu Shujian to have a delicious lunch at a Moscow restaurant.Then I went to the lumber factory and spent 3 yuan to wrap the remaining red sandalwood in the factory, and bought [-] square meters of huanghuali.

Just as he was looking for someone to transport the wood back to the warehouse of the mansion, and when he got home, Cheng Hanfei arrived on the back.

He said: "Mr. Song, the port city called and said that something happened to your uncle."