The Courtyard House: He Yuzhu Returns with Boundless Hatred for Revenge

Late at night, in the cadre compound of the Ministry of Metallurgical Industry.

Secretary Tan Jin's home is located in a two-story building on the east side of the compound. At this moment, the light in the bedroom on the second floor is on, and Mrs. Tan, Wang Shuying, is sitting on the edge of the bed in her pajamas, her face full of worry.

On the bed, Tan Jin got up again, sweat beading on his forehead. He threw off the covers and staggered to get out of bed.

"Old Tan, are you going to the toilet again?" Wang Shuying quickly stepped forward to help him, her voice urgent. "This is the fifth time. Every time it's bloody urine. You can't go like this; you have to go to the hospital right away!"

Tan Jin waved his hand, "Don't make a fuss, it's just that my stomach isn't feeling too good, I'll be fine after going to the toilet."

He insisted on going into the bathroom himself and closing the door.

Wang Shuying waited anxiously outside the door, her hands clasped tightly together. A few minutes later, the sound of flushing water came from the bathroom. The door opened, and Tan Jin came out, looking somewhat strange. He said to Wang Shuying, "Shuying, it's strange, after having diarrhea, I feel much more relaxed all over."

Tan Jin stretched his shoulders and waist, and the soreness and numbness caused by old injuries suddenly disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented feeling of comfort.

Wang Shuying, however, was not affected by his relaxed demeanor at all. She carefully observed her husband's face and found that his expression was indeed very unpleasant.

At this moment, the haggard and sallow complexion caused by long-term illness on Tan Jin's face had faded considerably, replaced by a rosy glow. His eyes, which had been tired and dull due to long-term suffering from illness, were now bright and alert, and the large bluish-purple circles around his eyes had completely disappeared, restoring his normal skin color.

"Your stool was full of blood! And your urine was red too! How could this be a good thing? Could it be...?"

Wang Shuying dared not continue, but the phrase "a brief moment of lucidity before death" came to mind, and Tan Jin's current condition seemed to perfectly embody it. The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and tears welled up in her eyes. "No, we have to get to the hospital right now! I'll call a car right now!"

Tan Jin held his wife's hand and comforted her, "Shuying, don't worry. I feel great now, really. Better than ever before."

"What's the use of feeling better? You're already having blood in your stool and urine!" Wang Shuying practically yelled. "The hospital specialists have repeatedly warned you about your old injuries and ailments; you absolutely cannot be careless!"

Tan Jin frowned; he too found the matter strange. Blood in stool and urine was never a good thing, yet he knew his body was clearly improving. This contradiction made it difficult for him to make a judgment.

"Alright then," he conceded, "it's too late now, and making a fuss won't do any good. Go and ask the doctor on duty at the compound to come and take a look first. If the situation is serious, then we'll go to the hospital."

Although Tan Jin has a factory-provided car, the driver is not a full-time employee and does not work night shifts; he goes home after get off work. Calling a car would involve several departments, and he did not want to make a fuss before understanding the specific situation.

Wang Shuying calmed down a bit and wiped away her tears: "Okay, I'll go and ask Xiaobin to find a doctor."

She hurried out of the bedroom, went downstairs, and woke up her son, Tan Bin, who was fast asleep. Upon hearing that his father was unwell, he immediately put on his coat and rushed out the door.

Less than twenty minutes later, Tan Bin rushed back with two doctors on duty, one a Western medicine doctor and the other a traditional Chinese medicine doctor.

The two doctors took turns examining Tan Jin carefully for nearly an hour, and finally concluded that at least a routine check-up revealed no problems. The traditional Chinese medicine doctor even said that Secretary Tan's pulse was strong, and his complexion and spirit were much better than when he was examined a few days ago.

Hearing the two doctors' confident assurances, Wang Shuying felt somewhat relieved. As she saw them off, the Western doctor still advised her to go to the hospital for a thorough examination the next day, as many illnesses cannot be detected with simple tests.

After seeing the doctor off and his wife to bed, Tan Jin sat alone on the sofa in the living room, his fingers unconsciously tapping his knees. It was late at night, and the house was quiet, but he was wide awake, his mind clearer than ever before.

The body's sensations don't lie. The ailments that had plagued him for years were completely gone; he wasn't short of breath, his chest wasn't tight, and his wounded back felt no discomfort. He could directly feel his internal organs functioning smoothly like never before; this change was too drastic, too abnormal.

"Detox," he muttered to himself.

As the saying goes, long illness makes one a doctor. Years of illness have also given Tan Jin some medical knowledge. His condition is more like a cleansing process, washing away the accumulated impurities and toxins in his body, while the bloody urine is more like a violent reaction caused by some kind of medication to remove blood stasis.

The problem is that he didn't take any special medication today. His usual remedies, which he'd been taking for a long time, had never had such an effect.

So, where are the variables?

Wait... a special meal?

A figure popped into my mind: that young Chef He from the cafeteria. What did he say? Right, he said he'd been researching medicinal cuisine for many years and wanted me to drink that pot of chicken soup to see how it worked.

Doesn't this make perfect sense? Tan Jin was now 90% certain that the dramatic change in his body today was caused by He Yuzhu's pot of chicken soup. Otherwise, what kind of coincidence could there be?

He was also shocked by the medicinal diet, which was so potent that it produced such a strong reaction upon consumption, with effects that came on so quickly and intensely. This was completely illogical. Tan Jin even had a feeling that the injuries that had plagued him for over twenty years had been completely cured.

No, I must go to the hospital tomorrow for a thorough check-up to see what's wrong with my body. This is a very important matter.

Tan Jin's expression was extremely serious at this moment.

After decades of fighting, it's not just me who's been tormented by illness and unable to work. Many of my comrades and former commanders have also been plagued by long-term injuries and illnesses, and many have even retired to the second line. This is an irreparable loss to the country and the organization.

If Master He's medicinal diet was not accidental, and if it had such miraculous effects, it would not only bring about personal recovery, but also allow these precious comrades to devote themselves to the country's construction with renewed vigor. What a significant meaning this would be! It is almost as if the country has saved and continued a group of important backbone forces!

A strong sense of responsibility and excitement made Tan Jin's blood boil and his spirits soar.

But he quickly forced himself to calm down. This was no small matter; he couldn't draw conclusions based on just one physical sensation. Moreover, He Yuzhu... his background, his political reliability, had to be thoroughly investigated. Was the medicinal diet a family recipe or passed down from a different master? What was his motive for offering this recipe? He had to investigate first. In this situation, any oversight could lead to unexpected trouble, or even turn a good thing into a bad one. He couldn't afford to be careless.