Courtyard House: Inheriting the Restaurant, the Jia Family Wants to Get It for Free

Moreover, in his current state, his reputation is ruined, and his health is also...

He really needed a child to distract the people in the compound, and also to provide some security for himself and his wife.

After all, with no descendants, they might suffer countless mistreatments in this courtyard house in the future!

With this in mind, Yi Zhonghai finally made up his mind.

He looked at the expectant eyes of his wife and the deaf old lady, and nodded heavily.

"Okay! We'll...adopt one! I'll take care of it as soon as I feel better!"

Seeing him nod, Tan Zhaodi and the deaf old lady both breathed a sigh of relief.

Tan Zhaodi burst into tears of joy, as if she had seen hope for the future.

The deaf old lady gave a barely perceptible smile.

She achieved her goal.

Once Yi Zhonghai adopts the child, the Jia family's conspiracy will fall apart.

Her own retirement security will then be secured.

As for Cheng Shuhai...

A cold glint flashed in the deaf old woman's cloudy eyes.

This brat who ruined all her plans, she'll make him pay the price sooner or later!

While undercurrents were swirling within the courtyard at No. 95, with each family calculating their own interests, a major event was unfolding at the steel rolling mill a few kilometers away.

Inside the fitter's workshop, a bustling atmosphere prevailed.

Professor Shi, along with his student team and the factory's technical backbone, was installing and debugging a newly delivered machine.

These machines are crucial to the future production efficiency of the steel rolling mill and are a project that the entire Ministry of Industry attaches great importance to.

Deputy Factory Director Yang spent almost every day in the workshop, personally supervising the work.

"Xiao Li, the sealing ring on this valve must be aligned perfectly; even the slightest misalignment will cause problems!"

"Xiao Wang, hand me the torque wrench. The screw torque here has strict requirements!"

Although Mr. Shi is over sixty years old, he is in good spirits and has a loud voice.

He was wearing faded blue overalls, his hands covered in grease, and he was lying on the machine, personally instructing the workers on how to operate it.

Deputy Factory Director Yang and Logistics Director Li Weimin stood aside, watching the veteran expert do things so personally, and were filled with admiration.

"Old Yang, look at Old Shi's energy, he really doesn't look like someone in his sixties."

Li Weimin whispered to Vice Minister Yang.

"Yes, that's the spirit of the older generation of scientists!" Deputy Factory Director Yang exclaimed. "This technological upgrade is all thanks to Professor Shi. Once the project is completed, our factory's production capacity will at least double!"

As the two were talking, suddenly, Old Shi, who was lying on the machine, swayed.

"Mr. Shi, what's wrong?" A young worker who was closest to him noticed something was wrong and quickly helped him up.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little dizzy."

Old Shi waved his hand, trying to straighten up, but as soon as he moved, a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face turned deathly pale.

A sharp, agonizing pain shot through his stomach, as if countless tiny knives were churning inside.

"Well……"

Old Shi groaned in pain, unable to hold on any longer. His body went limp, and he slid down the machine to the ground.

"Old Shi!"

"Old Shi has fainted!"

The workshop instantly descended into chaos.

The workers gasped and rushed over, while Deputy Factory Director Yang and Director Li were also terrified and quickly ran over.

"Quick! Call the factory doctor!"

Deputy Factory Director Yang shouted loudly.

Seeing that Old Shi's expression was off, Deputy Factory Director Yang's heart was in his throat.

If something were to happen to Elder Shi at the steel rolling mill, wouldn't the leaders of the Ministry of Industry be afraid of giving him a severe scolding?

"Make way, let the air circulate!"

While dispersing the crowd, Director Li squatted down to check on Old Shi's condition.

Old Shi was curled up on the ground, his hands tightly clutching his stomach, his teeth clenched, and beads of sweat rolling down his forehead like soybeans. He was convulsing in pain.

"Elder Shi! Elder Shi, please hold on!"

Deputy Factory Director Yang was sweating profusely with anxiety.

At the same time, he turned his head and shouted, "Where's the factory doctor? Why hasn't the factory doctor come yet?"

Soon, the factory doctor arrived, carrying his medicine kit and running all the way over.

The factory doctor was a middle-aged man in his forties who usually only dealt with minor ailments like headaches, fevers, and sprains; he had never seen anything like this before.

He squatted down and checked his heartbeat, blood pressure, and eyelids for a long time, but couldn't find anything.

"Yang... Factory Director Yang," the factory doctor stammered, wiping the sweat from his brow, "Old Shi's... Old Shi's heartbeat and blood pressure are still normal. I... I can't figure out what's wrong with him for now."

"Can't you tell what's wrong?" Deputy Factory Director Yang was furious. "The person is writhing in pain right here, and you're telling me you can't figure out what's wrong? What kind of factory doctor are you?!"

Deputy Factory Director Yang's saliva sprayed directly onto the factory doctor's face.

The factory doctor was so scolded that he didn't dare to lift his head, and he was also complaining bitterly in his heart.

With his limited skills, how could he possibly diagnose any complex or difficult diseases?

Just when everyone was at a loss, Old Shi, who was lying on the ground, endured the excruciating pain and struggled to raise one hand, pointing to his coat hanging on the clothes rack next to him.

"Medicine...I have medicine in my bag..."

He squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

Director Li reacted the fastest, rushing over immediately and pulling a small cloth bag from Old Shi's coat pocket.

He opened the cloth bag, inside which was a small medicine bottle.

Director Li quickly poured out a few pills, then found some water and carefully fed them to Elder Shi.

After taking the medicine, Mr. Shi's condition seemed to improve somewhat.

He stopped convulsing, and his breathing became more stable.

Deputy Factory Director Yang and Director Li finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Shi, is this... an old ailment of yours?"

Deputy Factory Director Yang asked cautiously.

Old Shi leaned against a worker's chest and nodded weakly.

He took a while to catch his breath before saying, "It's an old problem, my stomach is bad... I'll be fine after taking some medicine."

He knew that his illness would worry the people in the factory, so he endured the excruciating pain to reassure them.

Upon hearing this, Deputy Factory Director Yang and Director Li finally felt a huge weight lifted from their shoulders.

As long as the problem didn't originate from their steel rolling mill, that's fine.

Otherwise, they really wouldn't be able to explain themselves to their superiors.

However, Old Master Shi's health condition still worried them greatly.

"No, the factory doctor's skills are unreliable. I need to go to the city hospital right away and get a specialist!"

Director Li made a decisive decision.

"Yes, yes, go quickly!" Deputy Factory Director Yang nodded repeatedly. "Old Li, go and come back quickly!"

Director Li didn't dare to delay, immediately turned around, and ran out of the workshop like a gust of wind.

Deputy Factory Director Yang then had someone bring over a chair, carefully helped Old Shi to sit down, and stayed by his side, asking him how he was doing.

The workers in the workshop lost their focus and gathered around, watching the respected old expert with concern.

The entire fitter's workshop was filled with a somber and uneasy atmosphere due to Mr. Shi's sudden illness.