The father of Wang immediately discovered Wang Ying's condition and hurriedly hugged his son. While asking what he wanted, he hurriedly hung up the 120 emergency number.

He actually didn't want his son to be discharged from the hospital early. When his son was unconscious, he really hoped that his son could lie at home, at least... If it was really the last moment, he could be with his son, no matter whether he could hear or know, it was the most basic requirement of a father.

When his son woke up, his sudden surprise made him a little confused. Wang Ying, who should have stayed in the hospital for observation, also took it back at his request.

Wang Ying felt weak all over, as if the power had turned into flowing water, slipping away from every pore. After less than half a minute, he couldn't even lift a little finger.

The vision in front of me became blurry, unable to see clearly, and unable to breathe.

He suddenly realized that what he was losing was not power, but life.

He miraculously survived the shooting and his brain cancer disappeared. It was not that he had thought about these things, but he just controlled himself and tried not to think about it.

He thought that the dream about a woman in a golden armor he had when he was in a coma was very important, but he was really confused.

‘Sure enough… I’m going to die…’ he thought in his heart.

Although he thought that he could face it with peace of mind the moment before his death, at this moment, he felt his infinite nostalgia for this world.

Almost with the last strength, he raised his right hand with great effort and grabbed it in the void, as if he wanted to capture this beautiful world.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a strange light not far away, so soft and wonderful.

‘What is that? Is the gate of heaven?’ He thought so, and stretched out his hand hard, trying to grab the light in his hand.

Looking at Wang Feng, who exhale more and inhale less and his eyes become more and more turbid and dim, his father was so anxious that he almost burst into tears.

He encouraged him over and over again, "hold on, and the ambulance will arrive." Suddenly, he saw his son trying hard to grasp something. He hurriedly followed his son's gaze. It was a bookshelf with scattered porcelain and bronzes on it. In the center of Wang Ying's gaze, there was only a bronze tripod wrapped in oil paper, which was just collected by Wang's father two months ago.

The tripod is not big, only the size of an adult two fists. It was cleaned when it was sent, and there was no intentional old green moss, nor was it rusty. Although it was simple in workmanship, it was very delicate. However, this type of bronze tripod was made in various dynasties, and even in the Republic of China period, and no characteristics that could identify the age were found.

The king's father just put it up as a good thing, and he didn't even recommend it to his friends.

I originally wanted to send it to the appraisal center if I had time to test the age, but then Wang Feng was shot, which delayed, so it was still just taken in, and I had not even replaced the inconspicuous piece of oil paper.

The prince was a little curious about why his son grabbed the small tripod, but this did not affect his immediate use of it and stuffed it into Wang Ying's hand.

As Wang's father thought, as soon as the bronze tripod entered Wang Feng's hand, Wang Feng hugged the bronze tripod in his arms, and his expression became much more peaceful, no longer as desperate as before.

After repeated confirmation, Wang's father had no choice but to call the hospital, and both apologized and apologized.

Fortunately, the father of Wang made friends with all the upper class of society, including the director of Renhe Hospital. This kind of "false report of the case" was left unresolved, and the ambulance and other things naturally returned halfway.

However, the Wang father still stared at Wang Ying. After staring at him for about an hour, he found that his son was really fine, so he started talking about business again.

Wang Ying played with the bronze tripod and said, "I feel... this tripod must be of great origin. Dad, it can definitely be sold at a good price. If someone bids a low price, don't sell it."

The prince laughed and said, "Why? I have learned so much after four years of going out? My son has really grown up... But I really can't get this object, but if it was an object from before the Han Dynasty, it would be worth a lot of money." Then he said mysteriously: "This is something that has been tricked by the mountains and mountains..."

Wang Xing was shocked. Although he had never done antique business, he also learned some knowledge through his experiences.

This "moving mountains" refers to "moving mountains Taoist", which is a name for those tomb robbers who do not abide by the rules. In ancient times, there were four major sects and three partial sects, but now these names mostly refer to tomb robbers.

But after hearing this, Wang Xing was very disappointed.

Since it is something left by a tomb robber's ancestor, there is no way to know the source of this bronze tripod, and it is unlikely to use it to find something similar.

When moving the mountain, they are all "single-sponsored" and they all take the spots and sell them. The emphasis is not on "not opening for three years, and eating for three years", but on "not opening for three years, and eating for three years".

But since the things were clean and my father did not violate the law, Wang Yong was obviously not happy.

He knew that "light" could save lives, so he naturally hoped to do more for emergencies, but now it seems that there is only one thing.

Wang's father also talked about a lot of rules and knowledge in the trading house, and introduced many proud treasures. Wang Feng was a little absent-minded.

After talking for a while, the prince felt that his son might be tired, so he sent him into the lounge and put the sign on his own. The antique store, which had been closed for more than a month, opened again.

Wang Ying was still thinking about the light, lying on the folding bed that his father usually used to rest, staring blankly at the rooftop.

At this moment, an extremely nice female voice suddenly rang in my mind.
Chapter completed!