My disciple is Sun Wukong

Chapter 553
【561】Death wish

"Dad, wake up!"

"Dad, the fortune teller said that you can live a hundred years, and you will be fine."

"Dad, hold on!"

The three brothers of the Kong family burst into tears and lay down in front of the hospital bed, pleading all over their faces.

"Old Kong, I'm sorry for you, are you okay?" Feng Daozi was full of guilt.

At this time, Confucius slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the three sons, fixed his eyes on Feng Daozi, and said with difficulty:

"Brother Feng, I'm sorry for you! I didn't protect that painting well! I'm sorry for you!"

Whoa!
Feng Daozi couldn't help it, tears filled his eyes: "Old Kong, what are you talking about, I hurt you, if I don't let you take the painting, I'm the one lying here! Those robbers are obviously aiming at The painting came, they came prepared!"

Confucius shook his head, his eyes were firm: "No...this is fate! I know...I'm dying..."

His voice gradually weakened, and he said intermittently: "Brother Feng..., I beg you before I die!"

"You say, but you are ordered, and you will go through fire and water, and you will die."

Confucius said with the last of his strength, "I want to meet...Master Ye Jiuxuan, and apologize to him personally, or I will die...I will not rest in peace!"

"Okay! Okay! No problem, old Kong, hold on! I'll call him right now! You must be fine, you have to hold on!"

Feng Daozi panicked, tremblingly found out Ye Xuan's cell phone number, and dialed it.

At this moment, Ye Xuan is training Su Wanjun and the others to prepare for the final night of the Bird's Nest.

The phone rang, and he picked it up to look at it, and found that there was no name displayed on it, so he wanted to ignore it, but he thought that this phone was no better than a phone, and others would not easily know his number, so he connected the call:

"Hello, who is it?"

"Mr. Ye Xuan? I'm Feng Daozi!" Feng Daozi said hastily when he heard the call.

"is there anything?"

"Mr. Ye, I'm sorry! I lost your "Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains"... Mr. Confucius, the descendant of Confucius, was seriously injured by robbers in order to protect your painting. He is now lying in the No. 1 People's Hospital of the Imperial Capital. ICU!!"

As he spoke, he lowered his voice and whispered:

"Mr. Kong may be dying. I feel sorry for you before I leave. I want to see you!"

"The painting was robbed? Has anyone been seriously injured?"

Ye Xuan felt baffled, that "Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains Picture" was just waved by him, even he himself forgot to draw such a picture, but he didn't expect to cause so many things.

Some even paid with their lives for it!

And they are descendants of Confucius!
In the Spring and Autumn Period, he had a close relationship with Confucius. Although he felt that Confucius was a bit pedantic, he admired him very much.

His descendants, because they suffered an unreasonable disaster, also felt quite uncomfortable in their hearts.

At this time, the phone over there had been put to Confucius' ear, only to hear the voice of Confucius's voice coming from the phone:

"Master Ye... Master? I'm sorry, old man. If I really can't do it, I still hope to see you again and apologize to you in person! Otherwise... I... have a bad conscience..."

Ye Xuan took a breath, calmed down, and said, "Mr. Kong, don't worry, calm down, I'll be there right away."

At this time, Feng Daozi's urgent voice came from the phone again:
"Mr. Ye, I won't talk to you anymore. Old Kong has passed out again. I will arrange someone to meet you at the gate of the First Hospital of the Imperial Capital."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Xuan asked the two girls to practice singing by themselves without saying a word, and he left quickly.

For the loss of that work,
Ye Xuan was very angry.

He doesn't care about the value of the work, as far as he is concerned, it is just a piece of waste paper.

What he hates is that the robbers actually hit Confucius hard. Although he has never seen Confucius, he is an old man after all. Besides, he admires Kong Qiu's nature, and his descendants must be good people. .

Now Confucius is still alive or dead, if anything happens!
He swore that he would make life worse for those who rob the painter.

The Kyushu Xuanlong car drove at the fastest speed, and arrived at the No. 10 People's Hospital of the Imperial Capital in 1 minutes.

As soon as I got out of the car, a mature and shrewd woman in her 20s came over and asked respectfully at Ye Xuan who was standing there:

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Ye Xuan? My name is Li Wen."

Seeing that Ye Xuan was younger and more handsome than in the photo, she was a little surprised.

Looking at the young woman in front of him, Ye Xuan nodded, and followed her to the hospital. "Should you come from the ward?"

Li Wen nodded slightly on her beautiful neck, and said softly: "I am Kong Mingyue's secretary, that is, the secretary of Mr. Kong's eldest son. I am leading you on the order of Mr. Kong."

Ye Xuan nodded slightly, with a look of concern on his face, and said, "How is Confucius Wen?"

When Li Wen heard Ye Xuan asking about Confucius Wen's situation, her expression dimmed instantly:
"Mr. Kong is in a coma now. The doctor said that he was bleeding heavily inside the thoracic cavity. The situation is quite serious. Although the bleeding has been stopped by surgery, there is still a lot of congestion. Because Mr. Kong is old, thoracic surgery is too dangerous, so he did not dare to do it." clean up,
The doctor said that if you are still unconscious within 5 hours, then..."

At the end, she couldn't help sobbing. She had been Kong Zhengyue's secretary for several years, and she visited Kong Lao every year and festival.

When Ye Xuan heard this, a trace of worry flashed between his brows: "How about this, please Ms. Li to speed up."

Li Wen nodded, started trotting, and rushed towards the ward with Ye Xuan.

……

……

"Mr. Kong, this is Mr. Ye Xuan."

In the aisle of the hospital, Li Wen introduced to the red-eyed Kong Mingyue, and Feng Daozi who was next to her hurried up to greet her.

"Hello, Mr. Ye."

The three brothers of the Kong family were surprised, this Ye Xuan was much younger than they imagined!

Is this a maestro?

Kong Mingyue is the chairman of the Confucian Culture Media Group, whose Confucius Institute is well-known all over the world.

Kong Mingyue looked at Ye Xuan, nodded, and said:
"Don't worry, Mr. Ye, I will find your work as soon as possible. If I can't find it, I will compensate you according to the normal market valuation."

In his mind, Ye Xuan came here so soon, naturally for his own painting and calligraphy.

However, he didn't say anything dead, he only said that the compensation would be based on the normal market price, not the price of one billion US dollars.

One billion dollars for a calligraphy and painting, he obviously didn't believe it.

Ye Xuan shook his head, without any explanation, "Can I go into the ward to see Mrs. Kong?"

Seeing that he didn't care about her compensation, Kong Mingyue was taken aback for a moment, and quickly said after hearing his question:

"Just now he was in a coma again, the doctor is now doing the second rescue, and he hasn't come out yet."

(End of this chapter)