Why--

Why did he practice medicine to save people for decades, and he saved 800 lives without a thousand. Even if it is not counted as immense merit, it should be said that he has worked hard, but why did he end up in such a field?

He is not reconciled!

Li Youzhong looked savage, the corner of his eye fell on the muzzle that was on his temple. Just when Song Fengchen was holding the pill, straightened up and turned to face Zhang's family, he suddenly jumped up from the ground, staggering his head. The muzzle hit the guard's stomach impartially.

The guard changed his face and drooled on Li Youzhong's head. He followed the whole person to the ground. At this moment, Li Youzhong stretched out his left hand and clasped his wrist fiercely. As soon as the ground was hard, the guard suffered pain, his fingers were loosened, and the pistol in his hand fell.

At the moment when the guard slammed on the wall, the pistol fell firmly into Li Youzhong's hands.

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

"boom--"

The young man standing next to Li Youzhong had no time to think, so he picked up a vase on the Bogu shelf next to him, and slammed it down against Li Youzhong's forehead.

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

Li Youzhong opened his mouth, panted roughly, his eyes drifted a little bit, his face was complicated, resentful, unwilling...except that he had no regrets.

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

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

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

"Is the person alive?" Zhang Zhongshu asked with afterthought.

If Li Youzhong really died in his house, if he didn't talk about the dirty place of his house, he would inevitably cause unnecessary trouble to his house.

Hearing this, the young man regained his senses, and quickly reached out to reach under Li Youzhong's nose. He felt the intermittent heat on his fingers. His heart was relieved, but his face was "cheap for him" expression: " Not dead, still alive!"

"It doesn't matter, he won't survive for a few days anyway." Song Fengchen only said.

Zhang Zhongshu naturally believed in Song Fengchen.

Since Li Youzhong doesn’t have much life left, it’s much simpler to deal with. He doesn’t shy away from Song Fengchen, turning his head to look at the middle-aged man: “Go, send him back to the Li family and tell the elders of the Li family, he What good did you do!"

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

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

Hearing this, Zhang Bingjun, who was crumbling on the bed, struggled to cheer up.

Song Fengchen then remembered the business, and he handed the pill in his hand to Zhang Zhongshu: "There is the Gu worm in it, and the anger of the old man being sucked away is in its body."

Zhang Zhongshu overcame the panic in his heart and quickly reached out to take it.

Song Fengchen continued: "Find a thicker tin box, put it in, add half and half of glutinous rice roots, three coins of turtle shells, and one coin of cinnabar, put them in the charcoal fire and roast them for three days, and then burn the green. The powder is made into an ointment with rice-washing water and applied to the old man's heart. When the ointment turns reddish-brown, it means that the anger has returned to the old man."

"However, after all, the old man is too old, and he has suffered such a sin, and he will inevitably suffer from sequelae in the future." With that, Song Fengchen glanced at Zhang Bingjun.

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

Song Fengchen nodded, knowing that he couldn't help much, so he didn't say anything.

After that, there was another thank you don't need to mention it again.

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

Seeing the big and small things in Song Fengchen's hand, Xu Shujian walked to the kitchen and asked, "Why did you buy so many things suddenly?"

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

"Zhang Family?"

"Yeah." 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 under the bed in the bedroom. Three Chinese cigarettes and a can of 200 grams of saffron were put in the cabinet, and some dried fruit pulp was stuffed into the study room. When Xu Shujian was tired of reading Love to make a cup of tea, of course, snacks are indispensable.

Adding the 1,000 given by the Zhang family, 30,000 given by the Ding family together, and 42,000 yuan from the previous gold sales, his wealth suddenly exceeded 90,000 yuan.

A little bit happy.

Song Fengchen hummed a little tune, and his eyes fell on the only paper box left on the coffee table, but it was not the thank you gift from Cheng Hanfei after he settled Ding's housework before.

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

A few yellowed letter papers are pressed under the mold, and when you open it, you can see the four characters "Baohan Ningxiang".

Looking further down, there is no shortage of words such as musk, borneol, gold leaf, pounding, ashing, and ashing.

"This is—" Song Fengchen raised his eyebrows: "Gu Mofang?"

"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 three months later. His eyes flashed slightly, and he put the letter paper in his hand back into the paper box. Woolen cloth!"

"Yeah." Xu Shujian did not suspect that he was there, and withdrew his gaze.

Song Fengchen entered the bedroom with the box in his arms. He planned to hide the things first, and then study them carefully when he was free in a few days.

Time spanned 1978, and in a blink of an eye, it was almost two years since Song Fengchen came to this world.

On January 14th, Beijing University officially kicked off its winter vacation, and Song Fengchen also got his first transcript of his life.

——His total score ranks third among the forty full-time students and eight auditors of the 78-level Russian major, thanks to Xu Shujian's small-to-spot training for him.

For this reason, I suffered from the red sandalwood desk in the study, and within a few months of finishing it, I had already returned to work loosely twice.

In other words, as long as Song Fengchen can continue to maintain the top five rankings in the next year, he will be able to transfer to a full-time student in the second semester of his sophomore year.

Song Fengchen was in a very good mood. In his previous life, for various reasons, he failed to go to school, and it was impossible to say no regrets. In this life, he finally got his wish, and he is not happy with his beloved person.

In order to celebrate this happy event, Song Fengchen deliberately whipped Xu Shujian to go to a Moscow restaurant for lunch. Then I went to the lumber factory and spent 30,000 yuan to wrap up the remaining red sandalwood in the factory, and bought 20 square huanghuali.

Just before he found someone to transport the wood back to the mansion warehouse, when he got home, Cheng Hanfei arrived on the back.

He said: "Mr. Song, there is a call from the port city and said, your master has something wrong."