Chapter 942 Zhao Ditian

Lu Yuanjia and Zhan Qinglou personally led the way for Ye Tianlong. Compared with the front yard where no one was seen, the back yard was much more strict, with a guard every three steps and a sentry every five steps.

The five courtyards were deeper and deeper, and each one was guarded by someone, and there were doctors and nurses on duty.

When they saw Lu Yuanjia and Zhan Qinglou leading the way, they were surprised, and at the same time, there was a glimmer in their eyes, which was hope.

"Little brother, promise me one thing."

On the way forward, Zhan Qinglou whispered to Ye Tianlong: "When Mr. Zhao is sick later, no matter if you have a way or not, please give him a glimmer of hope."

Lu Yuanjia wanted to say something, but he smiled bitterly and remained silent. He obviously didn't like lies, but he knew that this was good for the patient.

Ye Tianlong nodded: "Don't worry, I know my limits."

Zhan Qinglou replied gratefully: "Thank you, Doctor Ye."

After that, she continued to lead the way.

After passing through the three courtyards and coming to the last courtyard, what suddenly appeared in front of them was a loft standing proudly.

Around the attic, there are many rooms of similar structure, each of which is magnificent, wide and deep, giving people an unfathomable situation.

But Ye Tianlong locked his eyes on the highest attic ten meters away, and intuitively determined that the patient was in the attic.

Because Ye Tianlong felt a majestic and self-reliant momentum from the attic.

At this moment, the sun was rising in the east, and the sunlight shone on the attic, reflecting a faint light, making the whole attic look like a white jade sculpture.

There is an indescribable solemnity and solemnity.

"Hu——"

When the morning breeze blew, the trees around the attic swayed gently, which was very artistic and carried a touch of the breath of the flamboyant tree.

Ye Tianlong rubbed his nose again. He was a little allergic to the flamboyant tree powder, and then put his hand in the air to feel the direction of the morning breeze.

Lu Yuanjia looked at Ye Tianlong's actions curiously, but he didn't ask or say anything.

"Doctor Ye, we're here,"

When they reached this courtyard, Lu Yuanjia stopped and whispered, "I'll wait for you here."

The patient didn't like being watched by too many people, nor did he want his confidants to see his vulnerability, so Lu Yuanjia didn't follow him in.

Zhan Qinglou smiled and led Ye Tianlong to the attic: "Mr. Zhao is in the attic, come on, I'll take you there."

Ye Tianlong nodded: "Thank you."

Zhan Qinglou smiled warmly: "I should thank you."

She had a better impression of Ye Tianlong, as if it was rare to see such a polite young man.

After passing through the corridor and the courtyard, the two came to the front of the attic, and Zhan Qinglou respectfully shouted: "Mr. Zhao, Doctor Ye is here."

When speaking, Zhan Qinglou's cold expression showed joy, confusion, and respect.

No one in the attic responded, it was as quiet as if there was no one, but Ye Tianlong could feel that there was a trace of tenacious vitality in it.

It was like the tenacious spring bamboo shoots that were about to break through the ground in spring.

There was no response, Zhan Qinglou did not go in, but did not leave either, just stood quietly at the door, waiting patiently.

Ye Tianlong did not move either, rubbing his nose, waiting quietly.

After a long time, a sigh with vicissitudes came with the low morning breeze: "Why bother?"

Zhan Qinglou pursed her lips and squeezed out a sentence: "Mr. Zhao, you once taught us that if there is a glimmer of hope in everything, we must try our best."

The vicissitudes of life sighed again: "Can't you let me spend these last days quietly?"

Zhan Qinglou lowered her head: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao, we can't do it, please give Doctor Ye a chance."

She added: "He is also the person strongly recommended by Mr. Qin. If he doesn't have a certain level, Mr. Qin will not let outsiders get close to you."

"He is also the winner of the Order of the Sun and a guest of honor of the 18 royal families in Europe. Mr. Zhao, please believe him once."

After a moment of silence, the vicissitudes of life said faintly: "Come in."

Zhan Qinglou said respectfully: "Yes!"

Then, she took Ye Tianlong into the attic. As they walked deeper, the light became darker, as if walking towards an endless abyss.

But Ye Tianlong did not feel lost at all, because he felt a spiritual call, like a thread pulling him.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Three minutes later, Ye Tianlong and Zhan Qinglou came to the attic. Black tiles, blue bricks, white walls, simple colors give people an endless sense of tranquility.

This attic is 50 square meters, with good lighting. The golden sunlight filtered by bamboo leaves shines in from the clear windows, becoming soft and mottled.

There is only a bed, a table, and a chair in the room. The thin quilt on the bed is folded into a tofu block with clear edges.

There are still many books on a bookshelf beside the bed. The edges have been rolled up, which shows that they have been turned over countless times.

Next to the window of the attic, there is a long and narrow rocking chair. On the rocking chair, there lies a slender but skinny old man in a Tang suit.

An extremely weak old man.

His sword-like eyebrows have lost their sharpness, his tall nose has become shriveled, and the wrinkles on his face make him look dead.

Ye Tianlong looked at him and understood that Qin Tianhe and others were helpless. The old man was really at the end of his rope.

To be precise, the old man, the house, the decorations, the furniture, and even a piece of bamboo near the window all carry an irresistible breath of aging.

Zhan Qinglou saw that he had his eyes closed, so she called out softly, "Old Zhao."

She was worried that the old man had fallen asleep again.

"Ka!"

Hearing Zhan Qinglou's call, the old man in Tang suit moved his body to make himself more comfortable, and then slowly opened his narrow eyes.

"Swoosh!"

It was these eyes, these opened eyes, that made Ye Tianlong's body tremble instantly, and he felt that everything in the house was bright.

A tenacious vitality stretched out the darkness and all the aging atmosphere in the house.

Every brick and tile, every blade of grass and tree, every bed and chair, all dispersed the twilight, bloomed with vitality, and there was also a solemn sense of majesty.

They seemed to have dignity and life suddenly, and people dared not trample on them at will. Ye Tianlong instantly respected the old man in Tang suit.

His eyes fell on a medal, which was a five-pointed star. As the old man opened his eyes, it was particularly bright.

The medal has a white enamel base, with a gold-cast hammer and sickle, and two golden wheat ears surrounding a red star, with the words engraved on it:

"Guard China!"

On the other side of the medal, there is a number of 0001 and a name: Zhao Ditian,

What a domineering name!

Ye Tianlong's heart trembled: "This old man is probably Zhao Ditian."