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Chapter 317 Bai Tang Wants to Kill the Drunkard

Chapter 317: Chapter 317 Bai Tang Wants to Kill the Drunkard

Bai Tang saw that the drunkard didn’t answer him, and hurried to the bedside to check on his grandfather’s condition.

Seeing that his grandfather’s condition had obviously improved a lot, with his breathing and complexion having become noticeably normal, he finally showed a smile.

"Uncle Ming, Grandpa is okay now," he turned his head and said joyfully to Wei Ming, who had just walked in.

Uncle Ming quickly stepped forward to check and saw that Old Bai’s complexion had improved, he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, and his heart finally settled down.

He patted Bai Tang on the shoulder, "It’s okay now, don’t worry."

"What’s wrong with you?" Qing Yi’s anxious, concerned voice rang out.

Everyone turned to look at the drunkard on the couch, who looked even more pale and sickly than Old Bai.

Jun Moyan glanced at Old Bai on the bed, then turned to the drunkard, noticing his trembling right hand.

"What’s wrong with your hand?"

"...Nothing, I drank too much," the drunkard said with a laugh.

"You’ve been drinking just now?" Qing Yi was somewhat puzzled. There was no smell of alcohol in the room, and he had never seen him like this when he had drunk before.

"No."

"Then what’s wrong? Weren’t you saving someone? How did you get yourself into this state?"

"It’s nothing, I haven’t performed acupuncture for a long time, it’s a bit strenuous," the drunkard stretched out his hand to him.

"Give me a hand."

Qing Yi quickly reached out to help him stand up.

"I’ll take you to the hospital."

"What for, I’m not sick," the drunk said, somewhat amused.

"Let’s go back to Wu Garden, I’ll feel better after a nap."

"Alright."

"Great physician, a great kindness merits no words of thanks, if it weren’t for you this time, the Bai Family really would have had a big problem," Uncle Ming approached again, expressing his thanks seriously, "Thank you."

He said there was only a fifty percent chance, but he didn’t expect it to go so smoothly.

Uncle Ming’s thanks made the drunkard feel even guiltier.

"When will my grandfather wake up?" Bai Tang also came over.

The drunkard didn’t reply, instead, he looked at Old Bai who was still unconscious on the bed, his gaze complicated.

Then, his eyes swept over Wen Xiao’ai, who was by Jun Moyan’s side, and he opened his mouth to say, "...It depends on the situation."

"What do you mean?" Bai Tang frowned. ’It depends on the situation’? What did that mean?

"Wait a few hours," the drunkard said unclearly, turning to leave.

"Third Young Master, we’ll wait for you downstairs."

"Hmm."

After exchanging greetings, Qing Yi and Jun Moyan took the medical box and went downstairs with the drunkard first.

Jun Moyan and Uncle Ming spoke a few words, then left with Wen Xiao’ai.

Outside the hotel, Qing Yi and the drunkard were already waiting in the car, and as soon as they got in, Qing Yi drove in the direction of Wu Garden.

By the time they returned to Wu Garden, it was already six in the evening.

The drunkard didn’t go back to his room to sleep; instead, he sat on the sofa in the main villa’s living room to rest, saying he was hungry and waiting for Xiaocha to prepare food.

Wen Xiao’ai was also a bit hungry and sat on the couch, watching cartoons as she waited for dinner.

Just as Xiaocha had prepared dinner and it was served on the table, the sound of a gunshot startled them all.

Shortly after, a bodyguard appeared in the dining area, hurried and anxious, "Third Young Master, a man carrying a weapon insists on seeing Mr. Drunkard. It looks like he’s here to cause trouble for Mr. Drunkard."

See the drunkard? Causing trouble, could it be...

Jun Moyan glanced at the drunkard, who also seemed puzzled.

"Bring him in."

"Yes."

Five minutes later, the bodyguard brought in a furious Bai Tang at the entrance of the villa.

When Bai Tang saw the drunkard, he looked as if he had seen his archenemy. He punched the bodyguard beside him to the ground, reclaimed his handgun that had just been confiscated, stood up, and with the gun pointed directly at the drunkard, marched inside.