I just got divorced, and a rich and beautiful woman dragged me to get a marriage certificate.

"Both items are fakes. Mr. Qin, don't you think there's a serious problem with this?"

Qin Huimin seemed to have been hit where it hurt: "What do you mean? What are you trying to say?"

Chen Mo ignored him and continued looking at Qin Shouye:

"Mr. Qin, do you think there's any possibility like this?"

"Did someone switch the real thing with a fake and then try to fool you?"

This is a family matter, and Chen Mo shouldn't be talking about it.

But this brat immediately went all out and attacked right in front of Chen Mo, which annoyed Chen Mo, so he naturally had to retaliate.

The living room fell silent instantly, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Qin Shouye leaned on his cane, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

He is a shrewd businessman who has been in the business world for decades and has seen all kinds of conspiracies and tricks.

Upon hearing Chen Mo's words, Qin Shouye immediately became suspicious.

"Huimin, tell me honestly, what's the deal with these two things?"

Qin Huimin's expression changed slightly, but quickly turned angry, then he looked aggrieved:

"Grandpa, you'd rather believe a stranger than your own grandson?"

"How could I possibly try to fool you with something fake?"

"Still lying!"

Qin Shouye slammed his cane heavily on the ground, the sound as loud as thunder, causing the crystal chandelier in the living room to shake.

"Tell me honestly, did you use fakes to cover up these two items and try to fool me?"

Qin Huimin's legs were trembling, but he still held his head high, looking aggrieved.

"Grandpa, don't listen to this idiot's nonsense!"

"Who does he think he is? What does he know about antiques?"

"Even Christie's experts say it's genuine, so what makes him think it's fake? He's just trying to scam you! Don't fall for it!"

"fart!"

Qin Shouye paused again with his cane, and said coldly:

"Mr. Chen has appraised hundreds of antiques for me before. Which one was wrong?"

"You know about antiques? Do you know more than Mr. Chen?"

Qin Huimin opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Qin Shouye took a deep breath, trying to suppress his anger, and his voice became calm:

"You won't tell, huh? Wanqing, call Boss Zhao right now and tell him to come over!"

"I want to see if this cauldron is real or fake!"

"Also, go check your older brother's electronic spending records at Macau casinos!"

"And his bank statements from the past few years, check them all, I want to see everything clearly!"

Qin Wanqing nodded and turned to make a phone call.

Qin Huimin's face fell completely, and he knelt down with a thud, his forehead hitting the ground.

"Grandpa! Grandpa, I was wrong! I shouldn't have lied to you!"

"That Ru ware bowl and this tripod are both fake... I had them made..."

"The real thing... I took the real thing... I used it to pay off my gambling debts..."

"You...you..."

Qin Shouye pointed at Qin Huimin, his chest heaving violently, his breathing rapid and labored.

Although he had already guessed it, Qin Huimin's personal admission still pained him.

"You beast! You beast! I knew I shouldn't have trusted you! You beast!"

Suddenly, Qin Shouye swung his cane at Qin Huimin, hitting him directly on the shoulder.

Qin Huimin screamed, clutched his head, and curled up on the ground, not daring to move away.

Qin Shouye didn't stop; he continued smashing, hitting Qin Huimin on the back, arms, and head...

Blood streamed down Qin Huimin's forehead, smearing his face, but he dared not move, only holding his head and crying out incessantly.

"Grandpa! Grandpa, please stop hitting me! I know I was wrong!"

Qin Wanqing stood to the side, making no attempt to stop it.

Her older brother was a good-for-nothing, a complete gambler.

But the old man only had this one grandson, whom he doted on and gave him all the good things.

Qin Wanqing was already dissatisfied, so she didn't care whether he lived or died; she'd rather he were beaten to death.

Qin Shouye continued smashing, when suddenly his body swayed, his eyes rolled upwards, and he fell straight backwards.

"grandfather!"

Qin Wanqing screamed and rushed forward to try to support him.

But with her small frame, she couldn't hold on, and the two of them fell to the ground together.

Qin Shouye's face quickly turned purplish-purple, his lips turned blue, his eyes were half-closed, and his pupils began to dilate.

"Grandpa, don't scare me! Mr. Chen, please help me, what's wrong with my grandpa?"

Qin Wanqing cried out loudly.

Chen Mo rushed forward, squatted down, and placed three fingers on Qin Shouye's wrist.

The pulse is wiry and hard, strong but irregular, a typical sign of excessive liver yang and disordered qi and blood.

Chen Mo then examined Qin Shouye's eyelids; the pupils were unequal in size, with the left one larger than the right.

"Cerebral hemorrhage, acute cerebral hemorrhage, large volume, located in the basal ganglia region, has already compressed the brainstem!"

Chen Mo quickly said, "I need immediate treatment!"

Qin Wanqing's tears welled up instantly. Grabbing Chen Mo's arm, she cried and pleaded:

"Mr. Chen, please save my grandfather! Please!"

Qin Shouye had treated him well, and was at least a friend, so Chen Mo naturally wouldn't stand by and watch him die.

"rest assured!"

Chen Mo took out the silver needles he carried with him, preparing to perform the rescue.

Qin Huimin got up from the ground and pointed at Chen Mo: "No! We can't let him treat us!"

"What right does this nobody, some nobody who just popped up out of nowhere, have to treat my grandfather's illness? Who's going to take responsibility if something goes wrong?!"

Qin Wanqing glared at Qin Huimin, her eyes filled with anger:

"Qin Huimin! Shut up! How dare you say that? You're the reason Grandpa is so angry!"

"I've witnessed Mr. Chen's medical skills firsthand. He can even cure breast cancer and hemiplegia, so why can't he cure Grandpa?"

"If you dare to stop me again, and anything happens to Grandpa, I'll never forgive you!"

Qin Huimin wouldn't budge an inch: "I said no, and that's final! He's not a member of the Qin family. Can you take responsibility if something happens to him?"

"Besides! I am the eldest grandson of the Qin family, you're a good-for-nothing, it's none of your business to make decisions!"

Qin Wanqing trembled with rage: "You... bastard!"

Chen Mo stood up, didn't even look at Qin Huimin, and slapped him hard across the face.

"Snapped!"

Qin Huimin was sent flying, spinning halfway through the air before crashing heavily to the ground and sliding more than two meters away.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, several teeth flew out of his mouth, and half of his face was swollen.

"You...you beast, how dare you hit me?" Qin Huimin covered his face, both shocked and furious.

Chen Mo wasn't going to stand on ceremony with him. He strode over, climbed on top of him, and started thrusting into him from both sides.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap slap slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

After being slapped more than a dozen times, Qin Huimin saw stars, his head was buzzing, and he couldn't even scream.

His mouth was agape, his lips trembling, and he stared at Chen Mo with terrified eyes, no longer daring to speak.

"You good-for-nothing bastard, if you're mentally ill, go get treatment, don't get in the way!"

Chen Mo kicked him away again: "Say one more word, and I'll kill you, you idiot!"

Qin Huimin finally quieted down, lying on the ground, covering his face, trembling all over, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at Chen Mo.

"I really don't understand. How could someone as illustrious as Elder Qin have such a useless grandson like you?"

Chen Mo snorted coldly, walked back to Qin Shouye's side, squatted down, and began to administer acupuncture.