I slept with my little niece.

As he felt the plane take off, he sighed softly, his eyes still closed. 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 in 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. Just 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 longing and tears, looked very flustered.

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. Shen Mengyao was terrified. Seeing Yang Ye across the aisle, wearing a camouflage t-shirt, she immediately got up and ran over.

Yang Ye looked up to his right and saw a burly Black man staring at them

with a gloomy expression. 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, leaning down, his fist, bigger than a clay pot and as black as dog poop, aimed directly at Yang Ye.

"Ah..." Shen Mengyao cried out in surprise, the fist about to hit Yang Ye's head.

Yang Ye, still holding Shen Mengyao with his right hand, 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, sending him staggering back several steps and crashing 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 bright red.

The black man struggled and tried 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 sneered; he didn't believe this seemingly weak man could beat him. Besides, he was a former soldier. That last punch was just a mistake, and another one came flying at him. Yang Ye snorted coldly, catching the black man's fist with a flick of his right hand. The black man moved quickly, having the advantage of being standing, and stomped down hard on Yang Ye's abdomen. His long, thick thigh seemed to possess immense explosive power.

When the surrounding passengers saw this massive foot about to strike Yang Ye's stomach, some couldn't help but cover their eyes. And then, a miracle occurred.

The Black man pulled his foot back halfway through his kick, then slowly, bit by bit, squatted down to the ground.

"Fuck, it hurts...it hurts so much!"

In that instant, Yang Ye exerted force with his fingers, digging them into the Black man's fist and forcefully bending his little finger and ring finger backward.

The fingers were connected to the heart; the two fingers were bent to an extreme degree by Yang Ye, and 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 terror and scrambled away from the first-class cabin.

"Good, well done!"

The passengers around were almost all Chinese, and seeing Yang Ye's actions, they were filled with excitement and applauded.

"Miss, what's your name?" After things quieted down, Yang Ye asked the beautiful woman beside him. Only then did he pay closer attention to her.

She wore a white chiffon blouse and a black pencil skirt, with black strappy high heels on her feet. Her long legs were encased in black stockings, making her look extremely sexy. Her skin was as white as snow, seemingly delicate and flawless, and her bright, expressive eyes were particularly captivating.

"My name is Shen Mengyao. Thank you for your help. What's your name?"

"My name is Yang Ye, and I'm single!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Mengyao blushed slightly, unsure of what to say.

"Do you have WeChat? When you get to Qianhua City, I'll treat you to a meal," Shen Mengyao said, simply wanting to express her gratitude.

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 somewhat 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, a very nice name," Yang Ye couldn't help but praise. The business card only contained a name, a number, and an address; there was no other information.

After arriving in Qianhua City, Yang Ye said goodbye to Shen Mengyao and they parted ways. As he walked to the plaza outside the airport, carrying his bag, he gazed at the distant skyscrapers and was filled with emotion.

He hailed a taxi and headed straight for Zhenxing Road; he always remembered his home address. Upon 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 area used to be home to several machinery factories; he heard the clanging and banging of machinery every day on his way to and from school.

Passing 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, reaching apartment 301. He took a deep breath and knocked.

This used to be a company-provided apartment, later allocated to his father, but ten years had passed, and he couldn't remember the furnishings. He began to imagine meeting his father, his heart unusually quickening.

Just then, footsteps sounded from inside. The door creaked open, and Yang Ye opened his mouth to call out "Dad," but upon seeing the dark-skinned middle-aged man before him, he hesitated. "Aunt, Uncle?" The

middle-aged man was also stunned, only snapping out of his daze after a moment. "You, you're Xiao Ye?"

"Yes, I'm Xiao Ye! I'm back!" Yang Ye exclaimed happily.

The middle-aged man immediately called inside, "Amei, come out quickly! Our Xiao Ye 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's back? Really, why didn't you say anything before coming back?"

Yang Ye entered the house. The layout was unchanged: two bedrooms and two living rooms facing north. He glanced around: "Auntie, where's my dad?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man and woman exchanged a look. The woman's eyes darted around, and she smiled, "Your dad...your dad went out on business. Xiao Ye, sit down for a bit, dinner will be ready soon. Your cousin will be back later too. You haven't seen each other for so many years, you must have a lot to talk about."

Chapter Two: He's Sick.

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.

Uncle Zhou Changben opened a bottle of wine and urged Yang Ye to eat, while Aunt Yang Mei stood on the balcony, constantly looking down and muttering, "This child, she said she'd bring her boyfriend to dinner, where is he?"

“Oh dear, 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 was displeased upon hearing this, putting her hands on her hips and angrily saying, “Zhou Changben, what do you mean? This is your own daughter’s first time bringing her boyfriend home for dinner, and you’re still not happy about it?”

“Hmph, you’re always doing nothing, and you’re bringing home a good boyfriend or something…” she said, opening the bottle of wine and pouring a glass for Yang Ye and herself.

“What do you mean by doing nothing? She works 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.

Just then, footsteps sounded at the door, which creaked open, and a young, stylish couple walked in. The woman had dyed blonde hair, wore a revealing denim outfit, and had earrings in her ears and nose—a typical rebellious girl. The man beside her also had blonde hair, a cigarette dangling from his lips, wore sunglasses, and carried two gift boxes as they entered.

"Mom and Dad, I'm home. This is my boyfriend, Huang Chao," Zhou Liu said, tossing her high heels aside and plopping down on a stool.

"Hello, Uncle and Aunt, this is a small gift for you," Zhou Chao said, glancing at Yang Ye, taking off his sunglasses, and smiling.

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, anyway, the Yang family are all simple-minded paupers."

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, wondering why his father hadn't returned. Zhou Changben seemed to be in a bad mood, frequently 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 this moment, Liu Mei immediately gave Zhou Liu a wink, but it was too late. Huang Chao said arrogantly, "Of course I know. I even 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 look at Zhou Changben and his wife: "Didn't you say my dad went out on business?"

Chapter Three: Father and Son Meet

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 two need to make this clear today."

From everything he'd seen since returning today, Yang Ye had actually 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 went to Huang Chao's side, pressed his shoulder, and then smiled, "Xiao Ye, your father suffered a severe bout of 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 her boyfriend use his connections to get him into a nursing home."

"Which nursing home?" Yang Ye didn't want to hear her words and looked directly at Huang Chao.

"Tian'an Nursing Home in the east of the city. It's not easy to find, so you'll have to be careful," Huang Chao said with a smile.

Yang Ye immediately stood up, grabbed his bag, and went out.

"Hmph, a lousy soldier with such a 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 now that he's back?" Zhou Liu asked worriedly. Indeed, 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 provide 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, secretly sprinkling water in the room to increase the humidity. Since it was an old house, the damp-proofing wasn't very effective, and within a year, Old Yang was hospitalized.

Liu Mei's persuasive words, combined with Zhou Liu's sweet talk, convinced Old Yang after a few visits, and with Huang Chao's arrangement, he was moved to a nursing home in a wheelchair.

Huang Chao sneered, "Want it back? Do you have any evidence? I checked. This house is a unit-owned apartment 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 that thing 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, and Zhou Liu gave Huang Chao a coquettish look, forgetting her earlier outburst, 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 felt increasingly uncomfortable living in this house.

Meanwhile, Yang Ye walked to the roadside and hailed a taxi, telling the driver his destination was Tianan Nursing Home in the east of the city. The driver was stunned, not knowing the name.

He flagged down several taxis before one driver agreed to go, but for an extra fifty yuan, explaining that the place was remote and there were no repeat customers. Yang Ye had no choice but to agree.

The car drove for about an hour, turning from a main road with streetlights onto a makeshift road, then onto a dark gravel road, finally stopping at a stone pillar gate with an energy-saving light.

Yang Ye got out of the car. A rusty padlock hung on the large iron gate. He called out a few times, and a security guard in his fifties came over. The guard shone his flashlight a few times and asked coldly through the iron 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, and it was 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 these little bastards come from? Get the hell out of here! You ruined my good time, or I’ll kill you!”

Yang Ye didn’t bother arguing 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, feeling particularly angry; he was already in a bad mood.

"Damn it, I'll kill you!" A man 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 stepped 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 choice of location, but now they were filled with regret. 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.

As Yang Ye smoked, he glanced at the rearview mirror. The girl in the back was only wearing black underwear; her snow-white skin was dazzling in the night, revealing 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. Please let me go! I've never had a boyfriend. 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 the camouflage t-shirt and, unable to resist her exhaustion, fell into a deep sleep.

After driving into the city, Yang Ye checked the goods he had just received; there was over a thousand yuan in cash. Seeing that the girl in the back was still asleep, he drove to the entrance of a hotel. Just as he stopped, Tong Feier woke up.

She rubbed her eyes and asked groggily, "Where is this?"

"Changhu District," Yang Ye said, staring at the navigation.

Tong Feier glanced at the time on the car; it was almost 3 a.m. She exclaimed, "Brother, can you take me home?"

Yang Ye was taken aback, then asked, "I can take you home, but... do you have any spare rooms? A sofa will do."

He hadn't had any choice. He'd received a large sum of money as a discharge bonus, but on a whim, he'd donated it all, thinking he wouldn't need much to get home. But now, he only had a little over two thousand yuan on him, so he had to be careful.

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 the two guys would find the girl because of the car, so the two of them got out and hailed a taxi.

After getting off 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 slipped inside. The taxi driver had glanced at her several times, his gaze always seeming strange.

Tong Feier went straight into her 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 went into 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.

Early 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 screamed, "Ah…!" The morning tranquility was shattered. Tong Feier felt her face burning hot. 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? Seriously, how embarrassing!

Yang Ye was also annoyed. That fright had made his "thing" shrink back from the "door," why didn't he knock? Opening the door, he saw Tong Feier already dressed and standing outside, her face flushed: "You, what did you see just now?"

Yang Ye was stunned: "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, his mind preoccupied with his father's situation. He remembered his aunt's words from last night: his father had gone to the nursing home voluntarily. But regardless, the house belonged to them, and the nursing home's conditions were appalling. He knew his aunt and her group were trying to take over. He had to find a way to get the house back.

Thinking about his family, Yang Ye headed home. At the entrance of a traditional Chinese medicine clinic, he saw a large job posting: "Hiring Physician Assistant, Male or Female, Age 25-40, Medical Graduates Preferred, Salary Negotiable."

Yang Ye looked up and 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 writing something behind it.

"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 curator is in the consultation room inside. There are no patients right now. Go in for the interview."

So you're just an employee after all, Yang Ye thought, a little annoyed. He turned and walked 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 white coat, she seemed to be wearing a light blue shirt, the lace 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 strong, sophisticated 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?"

"I 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, fight, read fortunes, and... many things."

Chapter Five: Showing Off a Little Skill

"Hehe, your special skills are quite impressive." Yu Rong smiled 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: "Yes, very impressive."

"Do you have a medical license?"

"No." "

What about a medical assistant license?"

"No." "

What about a nursing license?"

"I have an 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, seeing the young man from before walking towards the counter.

"Really, someone with nothing dares to come to a clinic looking for a job. 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 burly 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 quickly and save her!" one of the young men shouted.

Wang Chao paused, seeing the woman still bleeding profusely, and immediately pointed behind him: "Quick, take her to the observation room in the back. Sister Rong, quick, someone's injured."

Yang Ye, who was standing at the door, stopped in his tracks and turned to walk inside.

Yu Rong, hearing the commotion, immediately came out of the examination room and went directly into the observation room on the left.

The injured woman was a woman in her fifties, wearing a light purple cheongsam, her hair styled in a bun, her complexion remarkably well-maintained, and she didn't look like an ordinary person. At this moment, her cheongsam was stained deep red with blood, and blood was constantly flowing from her head.

Yu Rong examined the wound and said gravely, "Severe head injury. I'm sorry, I can't perform surgery here." (Due to space limitations, follow the WeChat public account [雪影小说] and reply with the number 16 to continue reading the exciting story!)

"What? Isn't this a clinic? Let me tell you, if anything happens to her, your clinic won't need to stay open. Do you know who she is?" One of the young men, ignoring the sweat on his forehead, pointed at Yu Rong and shouted.

Yu Rong calmly said, "Killing me won't help. This is a traditional Chinese medicine clinic; we don't have surgical equipment. The injured woman needs immediate surgery. If you delay any longer, she'll really be beyond saving."

"Doctor, please...please save me..." At this moment, the woman lying on the bed grabbed Yu Rong, pleading weakly.

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 his mistress afford to wait? "No time. She's experiencing 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 man left yet?

"Doctor, please help us! Save our mistress!" The two young men, as if they had found a lifeline, 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 people? Get out, get out right now, don't cause us any trouble." Wang Chao immediately walked over, pointing at Yang Ye and shouting.

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 at best. If he takes over, he'll kill me..."

"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." Due to limited space, follow the WeChat public account [Xue Ying Novels] and reply with the number 16 to continue reading the exciting story!

"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 the 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 went out, closing the door behind them.

Seeing that she couldn't help, Yu Rong stepped aside, keeping a close eye on Yang Ye so she could 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 made Yu Rong's eyes light up.

He quickly pierced the Renying acupoint, channeling a wisp of his vital energy to lift the injured man's head. The second needle went into the Fengfu acupoint. After two needles, Yu Rong was surprised to find that the bleeding from the wound on the injured man's head had significantly slowed.

Yang Ye, still holding the injured man's head, quickly pierced the Houding acupoint with a third needle. To Yu Rong's astonishment, the nearly five-centimeter-long needle sank directly into the injured man's head. Looking at the wound again, the bleeding had stopped.

"Help me wipe my sweat!" Yang Ye suddenly said.

Yu Rong snapped out of her daze, quickly grabbed a nearby towel, and went to Yang Ye's side, carefully wiping the sweat from his forehead and face.

At this moment, Yang Ye suddenly turned his head and asked, "Where should the fourth needle be inserted?"

Yu Rong was stunned, and a surge of anger welled up inside her. This guy, even at a time like this, was still testing her. She said coldly, "Blood goes to the heart, the heart enters the brain, so

the fourth needle is inserted into the Tian Tu acupoint." "That's right!" Yang Ye nodded, his right hand trembling, and the fourth needle was firmly inserted into the Tian Tu acupoint. He flicked the needle tip lightly with his index finger, and the half-exposed silver needle began to vibrate rapidly.

"Flicking the needle? You can actually flick the needle?" Yu Rong couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. She had studied traditional Chinese medicine on her own and had considerable knowledge of acupuncture. She had only heard from her elders that a few skilled TCM practitioners could flick the needle, but she never expected to encounter one today, especially from such a young man. Yang Ye wiped his sweat and turned his head, saying, "Go outside and help out. Take ten grams of Imperata cylindrica root, fifteen grams of Artemisia argyi leaves, and twenty grams of Sanguisorba officinalis, crush them, mix them well, and bring them back. You need to apply them to disinfect and stop the bleeding." "That's all? Will she suffer any aftereffects?" Yu Rong was somewhat incredulous.

"No, don't worry." Yang Ye lit a cigarette and took a puff. He had just used his vital energy to clear the meridians and blood vessels in the injured person's brain, so there wouldn't be any aftereffects.

Yu Rong went out excitedly, when a shout came from outside: "Where's my mother? How is my mother? Why didn't you take her to a big hospital? Are you all just feeding shit?"

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