After quitting the phone, Xue Laosan ran out like a gust of wind.

When he rushed to the gate, Xue Laosan ignored the obstacles of the gate and pushed him. The armed police soldiers on both sides swayed like gyros and tilted to both sides.

Seeing a three-wheeled car, right next to the door, the key was still stuck on it. Xue Laosan jumped up, kicked it, and the motorcycle roared and rushed out.

Xue Laosan rushed straight to the main entrance of Songzhuzhai at the maximum speed, and even the guard post at the entrance of the alley was rushed by him.

When he rushed into the door, the Lao An family was already very lively, with many men and women, adults and children. Xue Xiang had basically seen it, all of whom were close relatives of the Lao An family.

A group of people did not enter the middle hall, but were scattered in the yard, each of whom was anxious.

Seeing Xue Xiang coming, Mrs. An Zaijiang came first and reached out to grab Xue Xiang's hand, her eyes turned red, "Xiao Xiang, old man, I'm afraid I can't do it anymore!"

Because Xue Xiang helped her solve An Zaijiang's male root problem, the couple was so happy that they mixed oil in their honey and gave birth to Lin'er early. Therefore, Mrs. An was closest to Xue Xiang.

On the previous phone call, An Zaizai Jiang Yu was not detailed, and only urged Xue Xiang to arrive soon, but did not explain the situation.

Xue Laosan was still mentally prepared and guessed that it must be that Mr. An had a physical condition. However, guessing that it was one thing, but confirming it was another.

As soon as Mrs. An Er said this, Xue Laosan's heart immediately skipped a beat, and his eyes turned red after a flash of brush.

At this moment, Xue Laosan did not consider the success or failure of politics. He knew that if Mr. An had a few strengths and weaknesses, he would have suffered a great loss to the Xue An family, which is now in the same tragedy.

To this day, Xue Anyuan is already a new leader, but Old Master An is still the real Dinghai Sword. If the old master has three long and two short, how big the shock will be will be.

However, at this moment, Xue Laosan did not make any political considerations. His heart was already surrounded by deep sadness and sorrow.

Over the years, Mr. An’s help and care for him can be said to be indescribable. In Xue Laosan’s mind, Mr. An has long been among the ranks of relatives.

Without waiting for him to speak, Lao Wang, who was standing on the steps anxiously, had already rushed over and whispered to Mrs. An Er. He took Xue Laosan's hand and rushed into the room.

After passing through the uninhabited main hall, Xue Laosan was dragged into Mr. An's study by Lao Wang.

The study room is still as small, old, without modern photos, and more than a dozen candles shine on the dark room.

The strong medicinal soup was bitter, filled the room.

Seeing Xue Xiang coming, An Zaijiang, who was serving aside, suddenly stood up and greeted him, "Three, you are here!"

An Zaijiang was unshaven, his eyes were covered with bloodshot, and he was haggard. It was obvious that he was too sad.

Xue Laosan patted An on the shoulder of Jiang, but did not respond, but went straight to Old Master An on the hospital bed.

He arrived at the edge of the bed, squatted down, and looked at the old man on the sick bed carefully.

This is an old face full of vicissitudes of life. Compared to the previous few times I wanted to see, today's old man is simply a little unfamiliar.

The cheekbones were extremely tall due to excessive weight loss, and the whole face seemed to be wrapped in dead wood. The huge old man spots were shocking, and the cheeks were filled with a sickly red. The withered skin on the eyes was soft and drooping, and the breathing was so slight that Xue Laosan, the master of national martial arts, could hardly be found.

Xue Laosan reached out to the old man's wrist. After half a minute, he put down his hand, "Uncle San, what's going on? What's wrong with the old man?"

Xue Laosan is proficient in national arts. National arts originally emphasized the exercise and study of human body, and he had no teacher to learn meridians. Although he was more proficient in traditional Chinese medicine and had a long distance, he still had the ability to take pulses and diagnose.

Just now, he explored Mr. An's pulse and knew that the old man's life was not seriously damaged, but his breath was weak and his body was extremely deficient. However, the specific disease was not something that he, a fake Chinese medicine doctor, could measure.

An Zaijiang said, "Last night, after dinner, the old man read a few minutes of newspapers, and began to study chess recipes. He kept going until morning to fall asleep. Anyone advised him to listen. He didn't eat breakfast and slept until noon. When he got up, he immediately called me dizzy. When I arrived, the doctor on duty was already rescued. The old man fell asleep after not having to hold on for long. He asked the doctor and said it was a mild myocardial infarction and barely came over, but the situation was extremely bad. If it was not easy to recuperate, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to hold on for long."

It turns out that the older Mr. An is, he becomes more impatient with the vulgar things. Instead, he becomes more addicted to the chess and becomes more addicted to it. He not only studies techniques, but also adds to collecting ancient scores. He always stays late until late at night, but also does not hesitate to do so.

Playing chess is a hard work, especially brain-consuming. The elderly have a hobby of playing chess, which is a great entertainment and can prevent Alzheimer's disease. If you are addicted to this, it will inevitably consume your brain and harm your body. The old man does not pay attention to routine work and rest and often stays up late.

Staying up late is a bad habit that is extremely harmful to the body. Young people often stay up late and their hearts are inevitably dazzled, not to mention the elderly man An, who is an octogenarian.

After storing, it will eventually lead to the harm of today after a long time.

"When I'm sent to the hospital, why haven't I sent to the hospital? I'm suffocating at home. What's the matter? Uncle San, don't be confused!"

Xue Xiang was a little excited.

Lao Wang said in a deep voice, "The old man doesn't go to the hospital. He doesn't believe in Western medicine and doesn't smell the smell of medicine. The old man said that he would rather die of illness than go to Western medicine."

After saying that, he rushed to An Zaijiang again, "Now the old man's condition is barely stable. In Jiang, don't forget to do the important things."

An Zaijiang sterned all over, slapped his forehead hard, and said, "Third brother, you have to make an idea about what's happening right now. Before going to bed, the old man said a few words, one is that he is not allowed to go to the hospital, and the second sentence means to come to you."

Xue Laosan pondered for a moment and said, "I understand what I mean. If you don't go to the hospital, don't go. For the rest, the three of us can't settle for the rest. We must wait for our uncle to come back."

Xue Laosan naturally knew that Mr. An was in a critical moment and did not forget to ask An Zaijiang to find him.

It is simply that he hopes that Xue Laosan can hold the An family's footsteps when the old man is unable to take charge.

Xue Laosan knew that this was Mr. An's kindness, and that it was also an unreserved trust in him, Xue Laosan.

If it was a critical moment, Xue Laosan would have taken over this heavy burden without hesitation, but at the moment, it is far from being very critical.

The old man's condition has stabilized and he has no worries about his life. Many things have room for movement.

In addition, here we were two people, Jiang and Lao Wang. Most of the confidant generals of the An clan were outside, and even a few pillars were not at home.

I have some attention. Xue Laosan is easy to handle but not easy to do, because no one will execute it after all.

The final consideration still needs An Zaihai and others to implement it, so his first decision was to wait for the arrival of several pillars.

Mr. An’s two sons-in-laws came one after another to make Xue Xiang wait. After Xue Laosan arrived, the two of them arrived one after another.

Zuo Qiuming's position has not changed, but he still drove his deputy minister in the Propaganda Department of the Central Committee, and only the ranking of the Party Committee of the Propaganda Department of the Central Committee has increased. The Party's internal committee has not made any actual progress.

Mr. An’s youngest son-in-law Chen Dao is now the executive deputy director of the Third Supervision Office of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection. He is a department-level cadre and has no progress in the local area compared to before, but the real power in his hands has made a huge leap.

If he goes to the local area, Director Chen will have to arrange a seat as a heavyweight vice-province.

Everyone has been separated for a long time, and this time we meet, we must have some greetings besides visiting the old man and discussing the condition.

Zuo Qiuming and Chen Dao both knew Xue Xiang's weight in the old man's mind. It was so great that they could be obedient. In order to get Old Man An's eyes, they were kind to Xue Xiangxiang.

Now Xue’s Qianlong is swelling in the abyss, and has already become a towering tree. As the prince of the Xue family, Xue Xiang’s future is limitless.

In Zuo Qiuming and Chen Dao's heart, Xue Yanei can pay the same day to talk to him. In addition to being kind to the two of Zuo Chen, he has a little more respect.

Xue Laosan knew the origin of this change and would not point it out, so he quietly spoke with the two elders.

An Zaihai was in southern Fujian. After receiving the news, he returned urgently, but the two places were thousands of miles apart. Although Xue Laosan urgently instructed Qi Rusheng to arrange military aircraft, it was nearly four o'clock in the afternoon when An Zaihai stepped into the house.

After stepping into the main hall, slapped the door, went to the inner room to visit my father, asked about his condition, and then returned to the main hall, Master An started to tantrums at An Zaijiang, "Old San An, do you have a brain? How big a person is, nothing is too serious? Can Dad's affairs be made public? It's a big deal!"

At first sight, I was now lingering and sick, dying, and An Zaihai's mood was unprecedentedly terrible.

When you enter the house, you will see groups here, clusters, old, weak, women and children everywhere. The ignorant karma fire of An Zaihai immediately rushed out three thousand feet, and there was nowhere to go, so naturally there was only one to come to An Zaijiang.

An Zaihai was not angry, and An Zaijiang was in a good mood. After a day of trouble, he had not had a tooth, and he was exhausted. He was scolded by An Zaihai for such a no reason. Immediately, An Zaijiang was also secretly ignited, "Second brother, you are angry, you are so angry, you are asking for the field to scatter at me, why are you yelling at me? Did I ejaculate my father's illness? Why am I so stupid? I took the loudspeaker and shouted everywhere, and I told the third brother-in-law and two brother-in-law, why, you said three of them, who are outsiders?"

An Zaihai glanced at the scene and said in a deep voice, "How did that news leak out?"

"You ask me, who will I ask!"

An Zaijiang said with a huff, took out the cigarette box and was about to smoke, but suddenly remembered his father in the middle. With a bang, he patted the cigarette on the chair again.

"Zaihai, my father is sick. You are anxious. Who is not in a hurry? As soon as you come back, you will scold this and scold that. What are you doing?"

Zuo Qiuming spoke in a cold voice. (To be continued)
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