Beautiful college students offered to you

This whole thing was nerve-wracking from the start.
"Dear passengers, Flight 1205 from Kunming to Qianhua City is about to depart. Please turn off your electronic devices and refrain from walking in the aisle."
Yang Ye, wearing a camouflage t-shirt and carrying a bag, entered first class, found his seat, sat down, and closed his eyes.
Even with his eyes closed, he sighed softly after the plane took off. Nearly ten years of military service had ended, and now he was returning home, feeling a mix of reluctance and melancholy. But thinking of his father, whom he hadn't seen for ten years, his heart was filled with a deep sense of anticipation.
After a while, Yang Ye smelled a fragrance—a woman's scent, very pleasant. Then he felt a hand tightly grip his arm. He opened his eyes and saw a beautiful woman looking at him with a hint of nervousness.
"Brother, please help me, can I sit next to you?" The woman had an oval face, and her eyes, filled with tears, looked very anxious.
Shen Mengyao had never encountered such rudeness in first class. She had been resting with her eyes closed when the black man next to her started groping her, waking her up.
She warned him a few times, but the man only became more aggressive. Terrified, Shen Mengyao saw Yang Ye across the aisle, wearing a camouflage t-shirt, and immediately ran over.
Yang Ye looked to his right; a burly black man was staring at them menacingly.
The black man stood up and walked over, saying in broken Chinese, "Hey buddy, let's switch seats!"
Yang Ye ignored him.
"If you don't know what's good for you, I'll throw you off the plane," the black man growled angrily.
Yang Ye still ignored him, reaching out to pull Shen Mengyao into his arms, letting his actions speak for themselves.
"Fuck!" the black man cursed under his breath, bending down and throwing his fist—bigger than a clay pot and as black as dog poop—at Yang Ye.
"Ah..." Shen Mengyao exclaimed, her fist about to strike Yang Ye's head.
Yang Ye, his right arm around Shen Mengyao, suddenly raised his left hand, his relatively small hand catching the punch squarely.
Yang Ye frowned: "Get lost!"
A tremendous force traveled from his arm to his hand, impacting the black man's fist. The black man was knocked back several steps and fell into his seat.
Just then, Yang Ye and Shen Mengyao switched seats. Before Shen Mengyao could even say thank you, his left arm tightly embraced her again, a distinctive masculine scent filling her nostrils, instantly making her blush.
The black man struggled to get closer again, but Yang Ye suddenly spoke, saying in fluent English: "If you think Chinese people are easy to bully, you're wrong. You might regret this for the rest of your life."
The black man smirked. He couldn't believe this seemingly weak man could beat him; besides, he was a former soldier. That last move was just a mistake!
Another punch came hurtling towards him, but Yang Ye snorted coldly and caught the black man's fist with a flick of his right hand. The black man moved swiftly, and because he was standing, he had a positional advantage. He stomped his long, thick thigh down towards Yang
Ye's abdomen, his explosive power seemingly immense. When the surrounding passengers saw the massive foot about to strike Yang Ye's stomach, some couldn't help but cover their eyes. But then, a miracle happened.
The black man retracted his foot halfway through the kick, and slowly, bit by bit, he squatted down to the ground.
"Fuck, it hurts...it hurts so much!"
In that instant, Yang Ye exerted force with his five fingers, digging them into the black man's fist and forcefully bending his little finger and ring finger backward.
With his fingers bent to an extreme degree, the black man began to beg for mercy.
Yang Ye grabbed his hand, slowly stood up, kicked him to the ground, and shouted, "I'll say it again, this is China, not a place where you can do whatever you want. Get out!"
The black man glanced at Yang Ye in fear and scrambled away from the first-class cabin.
"Good, well done!"
The passengers around were almost all Chinese, and seeing what Yang Ye had done, they were filled with excitement and applauded.
"Miss, what's your name?" After things quieted down, Yang Ye looked at the beautiful woman beside him and asked. He then paid closer attention to her.
She was wearing a white chiffon blouse, a black pencil skirt, and black strappy high heels. Her long legs were encased in black stockings, making her look extremely sexy. Her skin was as white as snow, seemingly delicate, and her bright eyes were particularly captivating.
"My name is Shen Mengyao. Thank you for your help. What's your name?"
"My name is Yang Ye, male, single!"
Hearing this, Shen Mengyao blushed slightly and didn't know what to say.
“Do you have WeChat? I’ll treat you to a meal when we get to Qianhua City,” Shen Mengyao said, simply wanting to thank him.
Yang Ye shook his head: “I haven’t had time to buy a phone yet. You can tell me your number, I remember it.”
Shen Mengyao was a little surprised; these days, not many people go out without a phone. She paused, then took out an elegant business card and handed it to him: “If you have time, you can find me at the address on this card.”
“Shen Mengyao, what a lovely name,” Yang Ye couldn’t help but praise. The business card only had a name, a number, and an address; there was no other information.
After arriving in Qianhua City, he said goodbye to Shen Mengyao, and the two parted ways. As Yang Ye walked to the plaza outside the airport with his bag, looking at the distant skyscrapers, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotions.
He hailed a taxi and headed straight for Zhenxing Road; he always remembered his home address. After getting out of the taxi, he saw a building over twenty stories high, with a shopping mall at the bottom. Yang Ye remembered that this used to be a few machinery factories, and he heard the clanging and banging sounds every day on his way to and from school.
Bypassing the shopping mall, three rows of five-story residential buildings came into view. The mottled, yellowed walls seemed to tell a story of history.
He walked directly into the first building, arrived at apartment 301, took a deep breath, and knocked.
This used to be a company-provided apartment, later allocated to his father, but ten years had passed since then, and he couldn't remember the furnishings. He began to imagine meeting his father, his heart beating unusually fast.
Just then, footsteps sounded from inside, the door creaked open, and Yang Ye opened his mouth to call out "Dad," but seeing the dark-skinned middle-aged man before him, he hesitated: "Aunt, Uncle?"
The middle-aged man was also stunned, and after a long while, he came to his senses: "You, you're Xiao Ye?"
"Yes, I'm Xiao Ye, I'm back!" Yang Ye said happily.
The middle-aged man immediately called inside, "Amei, come out quickly, our Xiaoye is back."
Soon, a woman wearing an apron and an old-fashioned plaid shirt came out. Seeing Yang Ye at the door, she paused for a moment, then forced a smile, "Oh, Yang Ye is back? Really, why didn't you say anything before coming back?"
Yang Ye walked into the house. The layout was still the same, two bedrooms and two living rooms facing north. He looked around, "Auntie, where's my dad?"
Hearing this, the middle-aged man and the woman exchanged a glance. The woman's eyes darted around, and she smiled, "Your dad... your dad went out on some business. Xiaoye, sit down for a while, dinner will be served soon. Your cousin will also be back later. You haven't seen each other for so many years, you must have a lot to talk about."
Yang Ye wandered around the house, reminiscing about his childhood before joining the army. Soon, a delicious aroma wafted from the dining room; the food was ready.
His uncle, Zhou Changben, opened a bottle of wine and urged Yang Ye to eat, while his aunt, Yang Mei, stood on the balcony, constantly looking down and muttering, "That child, she said she'd bring her boyfriend home for dinner, where is she?"
"Oh well, if she's not coming back, she's not coming back. The food's getting cold, and Xiao Ye's just gotten back; he's probably starving. Let's eat first!" Zhou Changben said, frowning.
Yang Mei, displeased, put her hands on her hips and angrily said, "Zhou Changben, what do you mean? This is your own daughter bringing her boyfriend home for dinner for the first time, and you're not happy about it?"
"Hmph, always neglecting her duties, and now she's bringing home a good boyfriend or something..." she said, opening the wine bottle and pouring a glass for Yang Ye and herself.
“What do you mean you’re not doing your job properly? You just work at a bar, right? She’s only been out of school for a year, and she’s already earning thousands or even tens of thousands a month. And you? You’ve been a bricklayer your whole life, when have you ever earned more than ten thousand a month?” Yang Mei rolled her eyes and said discontentedly.
Zhou Changben opened his mouth, angry and helpless, but remained silent.
Yang Ye frowned slightly; it seemed there was quite a bit of internal conflict within his aunt’s family.
At this moment, footsteps sounded at the door, and with a creak, the door opened, and a young, fashionable couple walked in. The woman had dyed blonde hair, wore a revealing denim outfit, and had earrings on her ears and nose, looking every bit the rebellious girl. The man beside her also had blonde hair, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, wore sunglasses, and carried two gift boxes as they walked in together.
“Mom and Dad, I’m back. This is my boyfriend, Huang Chao.” Zhou Liu threw her high heels aside and plopped down on a stool.
“Hello, Uncle and Aunt, this is a small gift for you.” Zhou Chao glanced at Yang Ye, took off his sunglasses, and smiled.
Yang Mei's face lit up with a smile when she saw the words "Changbai Mountain Ginseng" on the gift box. She took the gift and said with a laugh, "Xiao Chao, you're here, why bring such an expensive gift?"
Seeing Zhou Liu start playing on her phone as soon as she sat down, Zhou Changben coughed, "Xiao Liu, your cousin's back from the army, say hello."
Zhou Liu glanced up at Yang Ye, stiffly said "Hello, cousin," and then continued playing on her phone. Suddenly, Zhou Liu remembered something, ran to Yang Ye's side, and asked curiously, "Cousin, how many years did you serve in the army?"
"More than nine years!"
"I heard veterans get a lot of money after they retire, right? How much did the government give you? At least two or three hundred thousand, right?" Zhou Liu asked, seemingly very interested. Yang Mei, standing nearby, also stared wide-eyed at Yang Ye.
"Oh, I donated it all to the welfare home before I came back. Now I'm all alone!" Yang Ye said calmly.
Hearing this, Zhou Liu snorted, "Donated it all? Are you out of your mind? I was just about to borrow some money from you to start a business. Forget it, the Yang family are all simple-minded paupers anyway."
Yang Mei's expression also changed, and her gaze returned to Huang Chao.
Dinner began, and Yang Ye felt uneasy, glancing towards the door every now and then. Why wasn't his father back yet?
Zhou Changben seemed to be in a bad mood, occasionally clinking glasses with Yang Ye.
Then Yang Ye noticed some reddish-yellow rashes on Huang Chao's arm. He frowned and looked at him closely. After a while, Yang Ye suddenly looked up at Zhou Liu and asked, "How long have you been dating? Have you slept together?"
The people at the table were stunned, not understanding why Yang Ye would ask such a question.
"Why are you asking this? We're both adults, what can't we do?" Zhou Liu picked up a piece of beef and put it in her mouth, saying nonchalantly.
Seeing the Zhou couple's surprise, Huang Chao lit a cigarette and laughed, "Cousin, what era are we living in? Liu Liu and I have a deep relationship, and besides, we're both adults..."
"He's sick!" Yang Ye suddenly interrupted Huang Chao, pointing at him and looking at the Zhou couple.
Huang Chao rubbed his blond hair and deliberately showed off his wristwatch, "Cousin, do you know how much this watch costs? Twenty thousand, a genuine Swiss watch. I know you're broke right now, but you can't just say whatever you want. What kind of illness could I possibly have?" As he spoke, he placed a Volkswagen car key on the table.
Yang Ye glanced at Zhou Liu, "You have a serious STD, why are you hiding it from Zhou Liu? Are you trying to harm her?"
"Yang Ye, watch your mouth! Who's sick? You're the one who's sick! Your whole family has STDs!" Zhou Liu slammed her hand on the table, pointing at Yang Ye and shouting angrily.
“Xiao Ye, how do you know he has a health problem? This is no small matter!” Zhou Changben frowned and said to Yang Ye. Although he knew this blond-haired young man wasn't anything special, he didn't want him to actually have that kind of illness, otherwise it would harm his daughter.
“I just saw the red and yellow spots on his hands, and I checked his tongue and eyes while he was eating. I'm certain, Uncle. I was a military doctor when I was in the army, there's no mistake!” Yang Ye said softly.
“Bang!” Huang Chao slammed his hand on the table and stood up, pointing at Yang Ye and shouting, “I'm warning you, don't talk nonsense, or don't blame me for turning my back on you.”
“Zhou Liu, haven't you noticed anything unusual about him? Like the problems with his skin, and the problems with your own body.” Yang Ye stared at Zhou Liu.
Zhou Liu suddenly remembered that two months ago, Huang Chao had to turn off the lights when they were intimate, whereas before he always kept the lights on… and a week ago, her genitals became extremely itchy, red, and had an unpleasant odor.
Seeing Zhou Liu's unusual expression, Zhou Changben jumped up, pointed at the blond-haired man, and shouted, "Kid, tell me the truth, are you sick or not? If you harm my daughter, I'll never forgive you!"
"Hey, what are you yelling about? Whether there's a problem or not, we'll know tomorrow when we go to the hospital for a checkup. Everyone sit down, Xiao Chao, you sit down too." Seeing that things were getting out of hand, Yang Mei immediately tried to smooth things over and glared at Yang Ye.
"Xiao Ye, you're a doctor in the army, maybe you've misjudged her? This is your cousin's first time bringing her boyfriend home, you should watch your words." Yang Mei said coldly to Yang Ye.
The group sat down, but Yang Ye had no appetite. He asked, "Auntie, why hasn't my dad come back yet?"
"Hmph, your dad? Your dad's in a nursing home, how could he possibly come back here?" Huang Chao sneered, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
Yang Ye was taken aback, then immediately frowned: "How did you know my dad was in a nursing home?"
At that moment, Liu Mei immediately gave Zhou Liu a meaningful look, but it was too late. Huang Chao said arrogantly, "Of course I know. I'm the one who arranged for your dad to get into the nursing home. He's old, his legs aren't what they used to be, it's a waste of resources for him to live here."
Yang Ye turned to Zhou Changben and his wife: "Didn't you say my dad went out on business?"
Yang Ye slowly stood up, his face grim, and said, "This is my home. How can it be a waste of resources for my dad to live here? Aunt, Uncle, you need to make this clear today."
Since returning home today, Yang Ye had been feeling uneasy. His aunt was greedy, his cousin Zhou Liu was vain, and his uncle was honest but not as capable as his wife and daughter. Add to that this scoundrel Huang Chao, and his father's life was definitely going to be difficult. Moreover, he had just looked around the room and hadn't seen a single thing that belonged to his father.
Liu Mei immediately walked over to Huang Chao, pressed his shoulder, and then smiled, "Xiao Ye, your father suffered from severe arthritis a few years ago and couldn't contact you. He spent fifty or sixty thousand yuan at the hospital, which Lao Zhou and I borrowed. Later, your father said he was too lonely living here alone, so Xiao Liu had his boyfriend use his connections to send him to a nursing home."
"Which nursing home?" Yang Ye didn't want to hear her words and looked directly at Huang Chao.
“East of the city, Tianan Nursing Home. It's a bit hard to find, so be careful,” Huang Chao said with a smile.
Yang Ye immediately got up, grabbed his bag, and went out.
“Hmph, a lousy soldier, with such a bad temper. I really don’t know how he served these past few years!” Liu Mei glared fiercely at the door.
“Mom, do you think my cousin will take this house back when he comes back?” Zhou Liu asked worriedly. That’s right, a few years ago, she and her mother, Liu Mei, had their eye on this house. Although it was a bit old, at least it would give them a place to live in Qianhua City, where land was incredibly expensive.
Later, Zhou Liu mentioned this idea to Huang Chao, who immediately became interested, and the two hit it off. Liu Mei would occasionally visit her older brother and secretly sprinkle water in the room to increase the humidity. Since it was an old house, the damp-proofing wasn't very effective, and in less than a year, Old Yang was hospitalized.
Liu Mei, with her silver tongue and Zhou Liu's sweet talk, persuaded Old Yang after a few visits. With Huang Chao's arrangement, Old Yang, in a wheelchair, entered the nursing home.
Huang Chao sneered, "Want it back? Do you have any evidence? I checked. This house is a unit-owned property from over ten years ago, rented to your uncle. There's no property certificate or registration certificate, just a long-term lease. After all this time, who knows if it even exists anymore? Besides, what can a lowly soldier like him do? My cousin is the deputy captain of the criminal investigation team, and I have dozens of brothers on my side. What can he possibly do?"
Hearing this, Liu Mei smiled, while Zhou Liu gave Huang Chao a coquettish look, forgetting her earlier illness, and rolled her eyes, saying, "You think you're so great?" Her tone was smug.
Zhou Changben slammed his hand on the table and snorted, "I'm going to the construction site tomorrow. I won't be back for a while." He was increasingly uncomfortable living in this house.
Meanwhile, Yang Ye hailed a taxi and told the driver his destination was Tian'an Nursing Home in the east of the city. The driver was taken aback, apparently unaware of it.
He flagged down several more taxis before one finally agreed, but for an extra fifty yuan, explaining that it was a remote place with no repeat customers. Yang Ye reluctantly agreed.
The car drove for about an hour, turning from a well-lit avenue onto a makeshift road, then onto a dark gravel road, finally stopping at a stone gate with an energy-saving light.
Yang Ye got out. A rusty padlock hung on the large iron gate. He called out a few times, and a security guard in his fifties approached. The guard shone his flashlight and coldly asked through the gate, "Who are you looking for? It's so late; we don't accept family visits here. Go back!"
Yang Ye was furious. This godforsaken place was at least thirty miles from the city center, pitch black—where could he possibly go? Thinking it over, he pulled a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket, handed it over, and smiled, "Brother, do me a favor. I just got back from the army and I'm anxious to see my father."
The security guard, seeing the red coin, scrutinized Yang Ye carefully before opening the door and telling him he had to be out by noon.
Led by a cold-faced caregiver, Yang Ye stopped at a doorway. He pointed to a small, moldy wooden door and asked, "Is my father in here?"
"What do you think? A five-star hotel? This is a government-run nursing home; it's free." The caregiver rolled her eyes at Yang Ye and turned away.
Yang Ye looked around. In front of him was a drainage ditch, emitting a foul stench. Ahead was an orange grove, pitch black. How could an old man be comfortable living in such an environment?
He knocked on the door; it wasn't locked and opened automatically. A damp, musty smell wafted over, and he called out, "Dad..."
"Snap!" The light came on. In the dim light, in a cramped room of less than five square meters, an old man lay on a small wooden bed, looking at the doorway with some confusion.
"Dad, it's me, Xiaoye!" Seeing this, Yang Ye's eyes welled up with tears, and he walked over step by step.
Reaching the window, Yang Zhaohui finally saw the man clearly: "It's Xiaoye, my Xiaoye is back?" The old man said, his hand trembling as he touched Yang Ye's face, afraid this was just a dream.
"Dad, it's me, I'm back, really back." Yang Ye tightly grasped his father's hand, unable to utter another word for a long time.
Yang Zhaohui struggled to sit up, but his legs wouldn't move. Yang Ye helped him sit up, half-leaning against the bed. He lifted the thin blanket and saw his father's legs, thin and bony, devoid of any flesh, and felt a pang of sadness.
"Dad, don't move, let me check your legs." Yang Ye said, taking out a sheepskin bag from his waist. Opening it, a row of gleaming silver needles was revealed.
"Sigh, the doctor said it's incurable. He'll be in a wheelchair from now on. Xiao Ye, don't bother." Yang Zhaohui sighed, feeling quite helpless.
Yang Ye didn't speak, taking out the silver needles and slowly inserting them into the Xuehai, Chengshan, and Zusanli acupoints. He held one needle in his right hand, gently rotating it on the Xuehai acupoint. A surge of energy flowed from his dantian, a wisp of vital energy entering Yang Zhaohui's acupoints through the silver needle, flowing into his body along with his menstrual blood.
Yang Zhaohui felt a slight warmth and tingling in his legs.
After more than ten minutes, Yang Ye removed the needles, wiped away his sweat, and smiled, "Dad, try moving your legs?"
"Hmm?" Yang Zhaohui tried moving his legs and was surprised to find the pain gone. Before, any movement would cause excruciating pain in his joints, preventing him from walking.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, it really doesn't hurt anymore, son. You, are you studying medicine in the army?" Yang Zhaohui asked with a face full of joy.
"Yes, I'm a military doctor." Yang Ye nodded.
"Good, good, that's much more promising than me being a teacher." Yang Zhaohui was overjoyed. In his mind, being a doctor was a very sought-after profession these days.
The father and son chatted for most of the night. Yang Ye originally wanted to make do with sleeping here for the night, but the space was too small and the dampness was terrible. Yang Zhaohui insisted that he go out and find a hotel to sleep in for the night.
"Dad, don't worry, I'll come to pick you up in a few days, and I won't let you suffer anymore." After saying that, Yang Ye picked up his bag and went out.
After leaving the nursing home, he had no car and could only walk in the dark by feeling. After about half an hour, he came to a makeshift road. Although the streetlights were dim, at least he didn't have to walk in the dark anymore.
After walking three or four hundred meters, he suddenly saw a black SUV parked ahead. After getting closer, he saw the car body shaking slightly.
"Car sex?" Yang Ye was somewhat surprised, but quickly recovered, finding it unsurprising.
After a few steps, however, Yang Ye frowned and stopped. He vaguely heard weak cries coming from inside the car. What was it? He held his breath, his ears twitching. It was a girl shouting, "Help!"
Yang Ye quickened his pace to the car and peered through the glass. Two young men were pinning a girl down in the back seat, preparing to do something indecent.
"Hehe, little sister, just give in to us brothers, and we'll make sure you have a good time. Ah, you dare bite me? Fuck your grandpa..."
Tong Feier was utterly desperate. She never imagined she'd encounter something she'd only seen on the news on her way home from work. Moreover, these two guys were clearly heavily intoxicated, and she'd lost her phone in the chaos.
Feeling her clothes being torn away, Tong Feier screamed inconsolably.
“Scream, scream all you want, even if you scream until you're hoarse, no one will come. It's the middle of nowhere, haha…” a man chuckled, the louder the pretty girl screamed, the more excited he became.
“Hey, there’s someone outside.” Yang Ye suddenly opened the car door, scaring the two guys inside half to death. Standing by the car door in the middle of the night, they thought it was a ghost.
After recognizing Yang Ye, the two drunkards immediately roared, “Where did this little bastard come from? Get the hell out of here! You ruined my fun, or I’ll kill you!”
Yang Ye, too lazy to waste words with them, grabbed one in each hand, dragged them out of the car, and threw them to the ground.
"China is so beautiful, it's all because of scum like you who ruin the scenery." Yang Ye lit a cigarette, his anger simmering; he was already in a bad mood.
"Damn it, I'll kill you!" One of the men staggered to his feet, pulled a dagger from behind his back, and lunged at Yang Ye.
Yang Ye sneered, his right hand precisely gripping the man's wrist, twisting it to the right. The man fell to the ground in pain, dropping the dagger.
Yang Ye picked up the dagger, and with a few swift movements, it seemed to come alive in his hand.
He stomped on one man's face, pointed the dagger at the other, and said, "Leave your money and car keys, and I'll spare your lives. This is the middle of nowhere; even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come."
The two men instantly sobered up. They had been gloating about their good location, but now they were regretting it to the core. They had intended to rob and rape, but now they were the ones being robbed.
Tong Feier huddled in the back seat. The man who had saved her hadn't said a word since getting in the car, and she wasn't sure if he was a good person or a bad one.
Yang Ye, smoking, glanced in the rearview mirror. The girl in the back was only wearing a black bra; her snow-white skin was dazzling in the night, and it was clear she had a great figure.
Suddenly, Tong Feier saw Yang Ye reach into his bag on the passenger seat. Her heart skipped a beat, and she sobbed, "Big brother, please let me go! I'm just a worker. I have six thousand in my account; you can have it all if you want. Please let me go! I've never had a boyfriend, and I don't want my future husband to dislike me... please..."
"Put this on," Yang Ye thought, wanting to laugh. This girl was really simple-minded. If he were a robber, would he let a virgin like her go? He pulled a T-shirt from his bag and threw it in the back.
Tong Feier was startled, then breathed a heavy sigh of relief. She hurriedly put on her camouflage t-shirt and, unable to resist her exhaustion, fell into a deep sleep.
After driving into the city, Yang Ye checked his earnings—over a thousand yuan in cash. Seeing the girl in the back was still asleep, he pulled up in front of a hotel. Tong Feier woke up just as he stopped.
She rubbed her eyes and asked groggily, "Where am I?"
"Changhu District," Yang Ye replied, staring at the navigation.
Tong Feier glanced at the time on the car—it was almost 3 a.m. She exclaimed, "Brother, can you...can you take me home?"
Yang Ye hesitated, then asked, "I can take you home, but...do you have any spare rooms? Even a sofa will do."
He had received a large sum of money as a discharge bonus, but on a whim, he had donated it all, thinking he wouldn't need much money to get home. Now, however, he only had a little over two thousand yuan on him, and he had to be careful with his money.
Tong Feier thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes, but only a sofa."
"Thank you!" Yang Ye smiled.
When the navigation showed they were still five kilometers from their destination, Yang Ye stopped the car. He was worried that the two guys would find the girl because of the car, so the two of them got out and hailed a taxi.
After getting out of the taxi at the entrance of the resettlement community, Tong Feier, wearing a loose and cool t-shirt, ran up to the fifth floor, quickly opened the door, and went inside. The taxi driver had glanced at him several times, his gaze always strange.
Tong Feier went straight into the room, changed her clothes, and came out to find Yang Ye lying on the sofa with his eyes closed. A thought struck her, and she called out, "Brother, are you taking a shower?"
Yang Ye opened his eyes and saw that Tong Feier had changed into a light pink dress, her delicate legs exposed, her small, white feet in flip-flops very alluring. He paused, then said, "You go first, I'll shower after you fall asleep."
Tong Feier nervously entered the bathroom. She had never let a man into her room before, and she couldn't help feeling a little nervous, and of course, a little excited.
After a long while, seeing no movement, Yang Ye got up and went into the bathroom. He quickly rinsed off and then collapsed onto the sofa, soon falling into a deep sleep. It had been a tiring day.
In the morning, Tong Feier was woken by her alarm clock. Looking at the time, she exclaimed, "Oh no, I'm going to be late!" She immediately opened the door and rushed out, then opened the bathroom door directly. Habitually, she pulled down her pants, but halfway down, she saw someone squatting in front of her—a man, Yang Ye!
"Ah..." A scream shattered the morning's tranquility.
Tong Feier felt her face burning. She retreated to the bathroom door, clutching her chest and cursing herself: "Damn it, how could I forget there's a man in the house? How embarrassing!"
Yang Ye was also annoyed. That fright had made him shrink back from where he was supposed to be. Why didn't he knock?
Opening the door, he saw Tong Feier standing outside, already dressed, her face flushed. "You, what did you see just now?"
Yang Ye was taken aback. "Black, lace."
"You bastard, you pervert, get out of here..." Tong Feier clenched her fists and pushed Yang Ye out.
Yang Ye walked down the street, carrying his bag, thinking about his father. He remembered his aunt's words last night—his father had gone to the nursing home voluntarily. But regardless, the house was theirs, and the nursing home was terrible. He knew his aunt and the others wanted to take over. He had to find a way to get the house back.
Thinking about home, Yang Ye headed home. As he approached a traditional Chinese medicine clinic, he saw a large job posting hanging by the door: "Hiring Physician Assistant, Male or Female, Age 25-40, Medical Graduates Preferred, Salary Negotiable."
Looking up, Yang Ye saw a sign above the entrance: "Yu Rong Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic." The lobby was spacious, filled with a faint herbal aroma. Behind the counter was a large double-sided medicine cabinet, and a young man was standing behind the counter, writing something.
"Excuse me, are you hiring?" Yang Ye asked softly.
The young man looked up, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and scrutinized him, asking, "What university did you graduate from?"
"The military, a military doctor," Yang Ye replied simply.
Hearing this, the young man frowned and pointed to the right, saying, "The clinic director is in the consultation room inside. There are no patients right now. Go in for an interview." *
So you're just an employee after all*, Yang Ye thought, slightly annoyed, and turned to walk towards the first consultation room. He knocked on the door, and a clear voice came from inside: "Come in."
Upon entering, Yang Ye saw a beautiful woman in a white coat, her long, black hair flowing down her back. Underneath the coat, she appeared to be wearing a light blue shirt, the lace trim of her underwear faintly visible. Her skin was snow-white and seemed well-maintained, with a rosy glow
. Yang Ye estimated her bust size to be at least a 36D, thinking she was well-endowed. She also wore gold-rimmed glasses, her expression aloof, exuding a confident and powerful aura. He shook his head, clearing his mind of these thoughts, and smiled, "Hello, I'm here for the job interview."
Yu Rong nodded: "Sit down. What's your education?"
"Didn't graduate high school, then went to the army and worked as a military doctor for nine years," Yang Ye said with a faint smile.
"A military doctor? What can you do?" Yu Rong frowned.
Yang Ye thought for a moment, then looked up at her: "I can treat illnesses, I can fight, I can read faces, I can… many things."
"Hehe, your special skills are quite impressive," Yu Rong chuckled awkwardly, shifting her posture at the same time.
Yang Ye noticed a pair of beautiful legs under the table, clad in black stockings. He paused, then said, "Yes, very eye-catching."
"Do you have a medical license?"
"No."
"What about your physician assistant qualification certificate?"
"No." " What about
your nursing certificate?"
"I have my ID card!"
Yu Rong couldn't continue the conversation. She stood up and said regretfully, "Although I don't know how good your medical skills were in the army, I'm sorry, this is just a small clinic, and I can't employ people without qualifications!"
Yang Ye had expected this outcome. In the army, he didn't need any certificates; his name and his face were his credentials. A few years ago, a high-ranking leader even invited him to Zhongnanhai, but he politely declined because he was abroad at the time.
He turned and opened the door. Due to limited space, follow the WeChat public account [Wolf Walk Literature] and reply with the number 14 to continue reading the exciting story! He saw the young man from before walking from the door to the counter.
"Really, he dared to come to the clinic looking for a job when he had nothing. Luckily, Sister Yu Rong refused!" A hint of smugness flashed across Wang Chao's face.
Just then, a loud "bang" came from outside, and less than a minute later, two strong men in white shirts and black leather shoes rushed in carrying a woman whose face was covered in blood.
"Doctor! Where's the doctor? Come quick!" one of the young men shouted.
Wang Chao paused, then, seeing the woman still bleeding profusely, he immediately pointed behind him: "Quick, get her to the observation room in the back. Sister Rong, quick, someone's injured!"
Yang Ye, who was standing at the door, hesitated, then turned and walked inside.
Hearing the commotion, Yu Rong immediately came out of the examination room and went directly into the observation room on the left.
The injured woman was in her fifties, wearing a light purple cheongsam, her hair styled in a bun, her complexion remarkably well-maintained, making her look unlike an ordinary person. Her cheongsam was now stained deep red with blood, which continued to flow from her head.
Yu Rong examined the wound. (Due to space limitations, follow the WeChat public account [Wolf Walk Literature] and reply with the number 14 to continue reading the exciting story!) "She has suffered severe brain damage. I'm sorry, I can't operate here."
"What? Isn't this a clinic? Let me tell you, if anything happens to her, your clinic is no longer needed. Do you know who she is?" One of the young men, ignoring the sweat on his brow, pointed at Yu Rong and roared.
Yu Rong calmly replied, "Killing me won't help. This is a traditional Chinese medicine clinic; we don't have surgical equipment. The injured person needs immediate surgery. If you delay any longer, it's truly hopeless."
"Doctor, please...please save me..." At this moment, the woman lying on the bed grabbed Yu Rong, weakly pleading.
One of the young men turned to look outside. The car had been damaged, and it was rush hour; getting to the nearest hospital would take at least half an hour. Could the woman afford to wait?
"No time. A massive cerebral hemorrhage; she'll go into shock in twenty minutes at most," Yang Ye's voice suddenly rang out from behind.
Yu Rong was startled. Why hadn't this person left yet?
"Doctor, please help us, save our mistress!" Two young men, as if grasping at a straw, grabbed Yang Ye's arms excitedly.
If anything happened to their mistress, their lives would be in jeopardy.
"Hey, you there? Are you crazy? You don't even have a medical license, how can you save someone? Get out, get out right now, don't cause us trouble." Wang Chao immediately walked over, pointing at Yang Ye and yelling.
Yang Ye frowned: "A doctor's heart is compassionate, I can't just stand by and watch someone die. Besides, you don't seem to be the owner here, do you?" As he spoke, Yang Ye turned to look at Yu Rong.
Seeing Yang Ye's gaze, Yu Rong frowned. This was the first time she had met this young man; only heaven knew if he was truly capable. But the injured person couldn't be delayed any longer, and if he wasn't treated properly, it would definitely cause a lot of trouble for his clinic… “Sister Yu Rong, you can't trust someone who doesn't even have a medical license. He's just a quack. If he takes over, he'll get me killed…”
“Slap!” A young man couldn't hold back any longer and slapped Wang Chao across the face, pointing at him angrily and saying, “If you dare say another word, I'll throw you out right now.”
“Fifteen minutes left.” Yang Ye glanced at the time on the wall. Yu
Rong gritted her teeth: “You treat him, I'll be right here.”
The two young men were immediately delighted and quickly retreated to the door, pushing Wang Chao out at the same time.
Yang Ye took out his sheepskin bag, opened it, quickly sterilized the silver needles, and turned to the two young men behind him, saying, “You two go out and guard, don't let anyone in.”
The two men nodded and left, closing the door behind them.
Seeing that she couldn't help, Yu Rong retreated to the side, keeping a close eye on Yang Ye, ready to intervene immediately if anything unexpected happened.
Inside the sheepskin bag lay a neat row of silver needles. Yang Ye took a deep breath and gently ran his right hand over the bag; four needles were now missing. This move caught Yu Rong's eye.

[The End]

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