My Waste Husband

Chapter 19

At this moment, the TV news was just transferred to the music channel, playing the latest news.

"It is said that after becoming the world's top pianist, he once again sank his heart into the creation of the new song. He once reported in an interview that this new song would be supervised and guided by his teacher. Moreover, his teacher was the mysterious figure who once guided him to write the new song. Let's look forward to his latest work." © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

When the lights in the living room went out, Henry put on his slippers and walked to the bedroom on the second floor. Anna opened the door of the villa and began her night shift.

The next morning, Henry got up and cleaned the floor as usual.

Sylvia yawned and came out of the bedroom. She staggered toward the bathroom and was ready to wash up.

Before she entered the bathroom, the phone rang loudly at home. Henry trotted over and picked up the phone. It was an internal contact call, only Sylvia's father could call in.

"Hello, dad," Henry shouted at the phone.

"Henry, wake up Sylvia. She needs to come with me to see her grandfather!" On the phone, Nelson's voice sounded very anxious.

In Yinzhou City, Lins Group was a very legendary enterprise.

In the 80s of the last century, Robert Lin, the founder of Lins Group, led the local enterprise of Yinzhou to develop. He even set up the Yinzhou Chamber of Commerce on his own. During this period, under his leadership, the Chamber of Commerce invested in many aspects, such as stocks, real estate, electronics, and so on. In the early 20th century, the Chamber of Commerce was forced

to disband, but the major enterprises developed in a good way. Although there was no Chamber of Commerce, Robert Lin was the only chairman in everyone's heart.

Although Robert's career was good, his life was not as good. When he was in his heyday, his wife died in an accident, leaving him, his son, and three daughters. Since then, the Lin family had only one descendant.

The Lin Family had a large courtyard in Yinzhou. The status of this courtyard was equivalent to that of the capital city. Anyone who had power and influence in Yinzhou was proud to enter the courtyard.

The courtyard was located on the outskirts of the city, covering an area of 20,000 square meters. The courtyard was surrounded by green shade, rocker, and fake water, and a flat cement passage extended all the way into the gate.

At this time, a high-speed Mercedes drove on the cement passage, which was particularly eye- catching.

Anna parked her car in the parking lot of the courtyard. Here, there were all luxury cars parked worth millions of dollars.

The back door opened. Sylvia stretched out afoot with black high heels and a pair of black suit pants. She got off the car wearing a white shirt and a black coat. Her long hair was coiled up on top of her head. Her delicate face was full of anxiety. She got out of the car and strode into the house.

Henry was not with Sylvia this time.

Sylvia walked out of the parking lot and looked at the building in front of her. She opened the door and walked in.

The furniture in the house was made of peach wood, which was quaint. The air was still filled with a faint fragrance. There was no modern furniture in the house. It could be seen that the owner of the house liked this kind of ancient style very much.

At this moment, there were a lot of people in formal clothes in the room, men and women, old and young.

Sylvia looked at the people in the room and opened her mouth slightly. "Dad, aunts, you are all here."

In the house, there were not only people of Nelson's generation but also many people of Sylvia's generation.

However, she was the only person of her generation whose surname was Lin.

"How is Grandpa?" Sylvia looked at her father worriedly.

Nelson sighed and pointed to the interior of the house. "He is inside. Go in and have a look."

Sylvia nodded and was about to lift her feet when she saw a middle-aged woman in her forties rushing out of the room. Her face was full of panic. "Bad news, Mr. Lin is missing!"

"What!"

Everyone in the room was stunned at this moment.

No one knew when the park in the suburbs of Yinzhou became the place where the old people practiced Tai Chi. From six o'clock every morning to half-past eleven every afternoon. Under the shade of the park, in the square, beside the stone pier, old people could be seen everywhere.

Henry wore his beach pants and walked in the park. He would come to the park to watch the old man play Tai Chi twice a week. In that kind of quiet movement, Henry seemed to be able to restore his restless heart to some calm. The only thing he could blame was that his past life was too bloody.

"Young man, do you like Tai Chi?" An old and benevolent voice sounded behind Henry.

Henry glanced at the person. It was an old man sitting in a wheelchair who spoke. He was dressed in a red Tang suit. His hair was grey, but his face was not bad, and he looked a little ruddy.

"I don't like Tai Chi." Henry shook his head. "But it doesn't stop me from watching it. Just like some people who know how bitter the medicine is but they still take it."

After Henry finished speaking, he sized up the old man's legs with his eyes.

The old man seemed to be thinking about something. After a few seconds of silence, he laughed out loud. "Hahaha, young man, there's something in your words."

Henry winked at the old man. "Maybe."

"Hehe, how do you know?" The old man patted his legs.

"The face." Henry pointed to the middle of the old man's eyebrows. "Chinese medicine has been passed down for thousands of years. It can connect the pulse and feel the pulse. In China, there is a saying that the pulse can affect the whole body, and it can also be used in medicine."

Henry looked at the old man's whole body and continued, "Your face is stretched, rosy, and shiny, and your 'chi' and blood are vigorous. Your meridians are stable, your hair is rare, but soft, which proves that your body is not weak. You come alone in a wheelchair. Your arms are strong, and your waist is straight. Why can't you walk? If you have a broken bone or if you are paralyzed, you can't sit so straight."

"Amazing!" A smile appeared on the old man's face. He clapped his hands and applauded for Henry. "Young man, are you a medical student?"

Henry shook his head. "No."

"I didn't think so." The old man smiled and asked Henry, "Would you mind pushing me?"

"I don't mind." Henry answered without thinking, "I have something else to tell you."

"Please go ahead." The old man said respectfully.

"Although your limbs are in good condition, your days are numbered. The heart is not something that medicine can cure. The pain in your chest is getting deeper every night. You have to find someone to treat as soon as possible." Henry patted the old man on the shoulder.

The old man's eyes lit up. "Young man you are amazing. My old friend also said the same words to me. But my old friend had died three years ago. He said to me that if someone can see my illness, he can save me."

"Your old friend was quite powerful. Let me think about who could say something like this." Henry's eyes showed a thoughtful look. "He died three years ago. Was he Dan Song?"