After entering the spirit spring water twice, Su Haitang stopped and waited for the results.

It is false to say that it is not flustered, but there is also confidence, Yan Fangqiong is a living example.

At best, it won't work, and it won't be worse. Anyway, this old man seems to be dead soon, and there is nothing to blame for her.

"Moved!"

The babysitter's eyes were sharp and the first yelled excitedly.

With tears in Yan Jingyuan's eyes, she repeatedly ordered to call the doctor.

After a period of turmoil, all the idlers were cleared.

Su Haitang obediently followed his grandfather out of the ward, and honestly waited in the empty ward next door.

"grandfather."

Su Haitang yelled lowly, and there was a lot of chaos in his mind.

No matter the result is good or bad, there will be a series of chaos afterwards. But she had already waded into this muddy water, and it was impossible for her to be alone.

"Don't be afraid." He Anbang patted his granddaughter's hand, looking at her face strangely.

"Grandpa?" Su Haitang was a little hairy when he saw him, and asked suspiciously.

He Anbang grabbed his granddaughter's right hand, spread it out and squinted at her neck.

"Male left, female right, this is the lifeline, this is the career line, eh, this is the marriage line? Little Taoist, come over and tell me well."

Su Haitang was so embarrassed that he retracted his right hand.

"Grandpa don't make trouble, when is this, what palmistry should I look at."

Ji Fengyun also came over with great interest, embarrassed to grab the girl's hand directly, just taking this opportunity to study carefully.

"This palmistry is a bit messy."

He opened his mouth with a bad comment, and it sounded like a fortune teller's trick.

Su Haitang curled his mouth, closed his fists without pulling back, not wanting to be a monkey.

"The fate gets thinner, I don't count."

"It seems that there is such a saying." He Anbang wrapped his granddaughter's fist with a big palm, not to call the bad boy look. "Go on your side, don't hit my granddaughter's ideas."

Who just called him to come and see palmistry?

Ji Fengyun is not annoyed by being wronged, his eyes are clear and sparse, and he has the natural atmosphere of the mountains and wilds, which is close to him.

"I only know the fur along with Xiangshu. After all, what I have learned is too complicated to be diligent. However, the master once reminded me that the nobleman I hit is ill-fated and has the appearance of changing his fate against the sky. man of."

"Grandpa He, we are not outsiders. Don't be surprised if I talk a few more words. Although I don't know much about Sister Mingzhu, I am in line with everything that Master suggested."

"Master usually hides deeply, and rarely does things that gossip. But I am his disciple, as close to him as his father and son, and know him well. Master's reminder cannot be trusted, nor can I not believe it."

Ji Fengyun's voice was lowered, and his words and sentences were not literate, like a nerd endorsing a book.

"In my opinion, it is a good thing for Sister Mingzhu to come back to recognize her ancestor and return to her ancestry, but she doesn't have to discard her previous name, just as it is, um, a stage name? Just like a little Taoist, I also have a dao name."

"In fact, it doesn't matter, it's a former name. Don't deny it, it will be better for Sister Mingzhu."

Su Haitang looked at the two people who met each other and whispered, as if looking at the secret codes of the underground party, they were speechless.

When she thought about it, she also felt that it was really convenient to have such a small Taoist priest with a high status and help to speak, and that many things that were not easy to explain could be avoided.

In fact, after watching Liu Lancui's three people get into the police car, she hadn't had much obsession with her name change.

If it weren't for thinking that the safe was rented under Su Haitang's name, and for fear of trouble when opening it, she would accept her now officially renamed He Mingzhu.

Although she still thinks the poem about Haitang memorized by sister Haining is so beautiful, she feels that Haitang's name is much more elegant.

"The old man is awake!"

The good news did come, and everyone was refreshed!