He is not Tang...
Halfway through his words, Ye Fan stopped testifying, with a look of shock on his face.
It's just that this shock is not because the owner of the mask is another unfamiliar face.
It's because the person under the mask is still Tang Sanguo.
The two faces are almost identical.
The only difference is that the face under the mask has a lot more age spots and half of his cheek is ulcerated.
The smell of rotten skin was strong and pungent.
The broken wounds are clear and shocking.
This time, Tang Sanguo not only gave Ye Fan the feeling of dying, but also gave him a decadent attitude.
A piece of rotten wood that has lost its vitality and is still soaked in water.
Ye Fan stared at Tang Sanguo with a dry mouth: "You——"
Seeing the mask in Ye Fan's hand, Wang Hongtu was slightly startled, and then his expression softened.
He seemed to know why Mark suddenly took action.
However, he didn't say anything, as if he already knew about the mask's existence.
Wang Hongtu waved his hand gently to stop the woman in yellow and others from rushing in again.
Tang Sanguo was also extremely calm, with no trace of panic on his face.
He stretched out his hand and gently stroked his ulcerated cheek, then looked at Mark and smiled bitterly:
"I didn't expect that I would still be discovered by you."
"I was plagued by diseases. Not only did the infection kill many people, but I also rotted half of my face and became neither human nor ghost."
"Although I know that I am about to die, I still don't want to scare others with my appearance."
"And I also hope to leave some dignity to Ruoxue and the others."
"So I asked Mr. Wang to make me a simulated mask."
"Wear it when you are doing activities or meeting people during the day, and take it off at night to disinfect it when you go to bed."
"I thought you wouldn't notice this mask of mine."
"I didn't expect you to still get some clues."
"It's just that you shouldn't tear it off. This will make me look more decent and make you feel more at ease."
"Otherwise, how are you going to tell the three Ruoxue sisters about my situation when you go back?"
"You said I was good, but you felt uneasy. You said half of my face was ulcerated, which made Ruoxue and the others feel miserable."
"Some things can't be torn off."
"If you tear it off, you will have to face a bloody face and a bunch of unavoidable bad things."
Tang Sanguo reached out and patted Ye Fan on the shoulder: "Sometimes being confused is the way to go."
Ye Fan stared at Tang Sanguo sharply, trying to capture what he wanted from his expression.
It's just that Tang Sanguo was calm and generous, but Ye Fan couldn't see any clues.
He turned his head and looked at Wang Hongtu, who had not yet left, and said with a smile: "Young Master Wang, is this the mask you gave Old Tang?"
“Human rights come first.”
Wang Hongtu restrained the murderous intent he had just struck, and said calmly with his hands behind his back:
"Jinyi Pavilion was helpless to deal with the disease in the Three Kingdoms of Tang Dynasty, and Doctor Ye refused to help."
"This is doomed to the fact that the Three Kingdoms of Tang Dynasty will inevitably slide into the abyss of death step by step."
"It is normal for a dying man to have his reasonable demands met."
"Be decent, be good to him, be good to his family, and be good to Jinyi Pavilion."
"Doctor Ye, please don't regard Jinyi Pavilion as a big devil just because of the dispute between Jinyi Pavilion and Ye Tang."
Wang Hongtu looked at Ye Fan and said in a gentle voice:
"Jinyi Pavilion is also composed of individuals, who also have compassion and conscience."
He also gestured to the woman in yellow and asked them to withdraw from the yard, leaving only a few people behind.
The woman in yellow looked at Mark unwillingly, but finally nodded and bit her lip and left to deal with the injury.
"It's just that I didn't expect that a mask would cause such a big reaction from Mr. Ye."
"Forcibly, I had the illusion that Mr. Ye wanted to kill Mr. Tang."
Wang Hongtu looked at Ye Fan and asked playfully: "What? What suspicions does Mr. Ye have about Mr. Tang?"
Tang Sanguo smiled kindly: "I don't blame Ye Fan. If people you know well wear masks, misunderstandings will inevitably occur."
Ye Fan's face returned to calm, he swept the mask in his hand and said:
"My layout is too small. I didn't expect Jinyi Pavilion to have such a warm side."
Ye Fan looked at Tang Sanguo: "On behalf of the Tang sisters, I would like to thank Young Master Wang for your dignity."
Wang Hongtu joked: "Why do I feel like there is a needle hidden in Ye Shaomian?"
"Do you think this Tang Sanguo is fake?"
"Or do you think there's a mask underneath his mask?"
"If you think Tang Sanguo was killed or let go by Jinyi Pavilion and used a masked fake to confuse everyone, you can go up and have another test."
"You go and pull on Mr. Tang's face again and see if you can pull off another mask."
Wang Hongtu stretched out his hand to Tang Sanguo's side: "If this is fake or there is a mask on, I will chop off the head and give it to you."
Tang Sanguo waved to Wang Hongtu: "Master Wang, don't be like this, Mark is just worried about me."
Wang Hongtu looked at Ye Fan and smiled: "Doctor Ye, would you like to check your peace of mind?"
"No!"
Ye Fan retracted the inquiry in his eyes, seeing that there was no mask under the mask, and his cheeks were ulcerated and there was no moisture.
He glanced at Tang Sanguo's ears and palms again, and finally shook the mask in his hand and smiled bitterly:
"Old Tang, return the mask to you. It was me, Meng Lang, just now. I thought some bad guy was impersonating you."
"But you don't have to wear this mask anymore."
"I drank your wine today and gave Mr. Wang face. I can treat your infectious disease."
Ye Fan looked at Tang Sanguo's gauze-wrapped hands and said, "Maybe it can't be eradicated, but at least it can relieve your pain."
Wang Hongtu smiled faintly: "Miracle Doctor Ye is a great benefactor."
Tang Sanguo's lips twitched for a moment, then he shook his head gently and refused:
"Ye Fan, I know you are a good boy, and I also know that your medical skills will be effective."
"But I am a person who has harmed you and your mother, and I am not worthy of you repaying evil with kindness to save me."
"And if you save me, if your mother finds out, she will hate you with all her heart."
"I have separated you mother and son for more than 20 years, and I can no longer let your mother and son have any discord."
"This is the only thing I, Tang Sanguo, can do."
After Tang Sanguo finished speaking, he drank the Huadiao wine in one gulp and sat down with a staggering step.
"Old Tang, don't worry, my mother is a reasonable person."
Mark's tone was indifferent: "I'll explain it to her and she won't get into trouble with me."
Wang Hongtu also nodded in agreement: "Mr. Tang, don't you want to be decent?"
"Isn't it a hundred times better to cure your ulcerated face and let you die intact than to slowly rot and die?"
"And it won't defile one of my yards."
"Otherwise, if you rot and die here, no one will live here, and the caregivers won't dare to come here."
He advised: "Let Mark treat you."
Tang Sanguo leaned on the bench, stretched out his hand and waved:
"Thank you for Ye Fan's kindness."
"But I really don't need any treatment."
"One is what I just said, I don't want to bring unnecessary conflicts to Ye Fan and Zhao Mingyue."
"One is that I feel that I have lived enough. I don't want to suffer for a few more years after being cured and then die."
He was resolute: "Just respect my opinion and let me slowly rot and die."
"OK!"
Wang Hongtu wanted to give some more advice, but Ye Fan smiled generously:
"Old Tang, you have your own ideas, and I respect your wishes."
"I just want to tell you that you only have one chance, and after today you won't have another chance."
"Come, let me have another drink with you. It will be the farewell of this life."
"Because the next time we meet, there is a high probability that the yin and yang will be separated."
Ye Fan stepped forward and poured a glass of wine for both parties, then drank it with a loud laugh.
"Okay, see you in the next life."
Tang Sanguo sat up straight, picked up the wine glass and drank a sip.
"Take care of yourself!"
Ye Fan threw away the wine glass in his hand, patted Tang Sanguo on the shoulder and turned to leave the yard.
Not only did he walk neatly, he also walked very quickly and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Tang Sanguo watched Ye Fan leave, but when he looked back, his heart sank.
The glass I drank from is missing! ! !
Then, Tang Sanguo laughed loudly, and a sad Beijing accent resounded through the courtyard:
"This is a crime of heaven destroying our country, not war..."
