A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

After spending more than a week in Harbin, Su Fan was ready to go back.

Before leaving, he made a special trip to Hu Laowu's house.

When Hu Laowu opened the door and saw him, he was clearly taken aback, obviously not expecting Su Fan to come to his door on his own initiative.

"Why are you here?"

Su Fan smiled and cupped his hands in greeting: "I just wanted to wish you a Happy New Year before I leave, Fifth Master."

Hu Laowu stepped aside to let him into the house: "Well, that's kind of you."

Su Fan didn't stand on ceremony. He sat down casually, picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, put it down, and changed the subject: "Besides paying New Year's visits, I came here specifically to express my gratitude."

Old Hu sized up Su Fan, thinking to himself, "Who comes to express gratitude empty-handed?"

While thinking that to myself, I said aloud, "Why are you thanking me?"

"When I took that ginseng from you, Fifth Master, I brought it back to Longhu Mountain. My master was very satisfied and said he would visit you when he had the chance."

Hu Laowu's face twitched involuntarily.

He wasn't naive enough to think that Zhang Lingyuan would travel all that way to thank him.

He knew that the old Taoist priest was very vengeful.

He coughed lightly, picked up his teacup to hide his expression, and said, "Is your master in good health?"

Su Fan nodded seriously: "It's great, my back doesn't ache and my legs don't hurt, I can go up to the sixth floor in one go."

Old Hu's lips twitched, and he replied dryly, "Well... that's fine."

At this moment, Su Fan seemed to remember something and said, "By the way, later my master gave that ginseng to my second senior brother. When my second senior brother heard that it was a gift from you, he also wanted to take some time to visit you."

Upon hearing this, Hu Laowu's face turned dark.

He now understood that Su Fan was just using Su Fan's power to bully others.

But what can he do? After all, he was the one who schemed against the younger generation first.

Originally, he wanted to take Su Fan in, force the issue, and then deal with the rest later.

But in the end, Su Fan didn't fall for his trick.

Later, as a second-best option, they wanted to use that ginseng to make Su Fan owe a huge debt of karma.

In the end, they changed the song, and they were even.

Now that his master and senior brothers know about his plans, they might come to visit him any day.

That wasn't just about drinking tea and chatting; it was about demanding an explanation.

To avoid such a thing from happening, Hu Laowu made a difficult decision.

He stood up, walked to the shelf in the inner room, took down a small wooden box, walked back and placed it on the table, speaking as casually as possible: "Your master and I have a long-standing friendship. Here is a mountain Ganoderma lucidum that is quite old. Take it with you when you go back to Longhu Mountain and give it to your master. It's a small token of my appreciation."

Su Fan's eyes lit up, and he said, "I'm so sorry to have troubled you!"

His hands weren't idle; he picked up the wooden box and hugged it to his chest.

They acted so quickly, as if afraid the other party would change their mind.

Old Hu's face darkened, and he thought to himself, "This kid came to wish me a Happy New Year, but he didn't bring anything. I have to give him something too!"

That's what Hu Laowu was thinking, but he still had to maintain a polite demeanor: "Last time you left in a hurry, and I didn't have time to give it to you. This time is perfect."

Su Fan stood up, holding the box, and said with a smile, "Then I won't stand on ceremony. I thank Fifth Master on behalf of my master. Alright, I won't bother you any longer. Happy New Year!"

Su Fan walked to the door, then turned back, as if suddenly remembering something, and asked, "By the way, Fifth Master, this... doesn't involve my karma, does it?"

Hu Laowu gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "This is a gift for your master, it has nothing to do with you."

Su Fan said "Oh," and breathed a sigh of relief: "That's fine then, otherwise I would have had to exchange something with you."

Seeing that Hu Laowu's expression was about to crumble, Su Fan quickly made his escape.

On the way, Su Fan looked down at the wooden box in his arms, a slight smile playing on his lips, and muttered to himself, "Trying to scheme against me? Consider this compensation."

After dealing with matters in Harbin, Su Fan flew back to Qin Province.

The Lunar New Year is just around the corner, and the people from the orphanage are gradually returning.

This year is different from previous years; everyone's energy and spirit have changed.

Fang Cheng, wearing a newly bought jacket and with his hair neatly cut, stood in the yard making a phone call, his voice loud and confident.

Yuan Shanshan brought back a large box of New Year's goods from Kyoto, which, when opened, was full of snacks and new clothes for the children.

Xiang Hong is back too, with a perm and a much better complexion than last year.

Zhao Jie, wearing a leather coat and a faint smile, was a completely different man from last year, who was taciturn and had empty sleeves.

Su Fan thought to himself, "Money isn't everything, but you can't do without it. An adult's dignity is always related to money!"

The orphanage was especially lively during the Spring Festival this year.

Su Fan bought a lot of firecrackers.

Not only the children in the yard, but also the adults were having a great time.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the orphanage was still filled with the smell of gunpowder from the firecrackers of the previous night, and the children, dressed in new clothes, ran around in the yard.

Xuanxuan, with two little braids, held a red lantern in her hand and laughed heartily.

Suddenly, the lantern slipped from her hand, her body went limp, as if all her strength had been drained, and she collapsed straight onto the blue brick ground.

"Xuanxuan!" Aunt Liu rushed over and picked her up.

The child's face was bluish, his lips were purple, and his eyes were closed; he couldn't be woken up no matter how much they called him.

The courtyard erupted in chaos.

Fang Cheng threw down the sunflower seeds he was holding and ran over.

Xiang Hong and Yuan Shanshan rushed out of the kitchen, still wearing their aprons.

Zhao Jie used his right hand to support himself on the chair armrest to stand up, but he almost fell because he moved too quickly.

Su Fan squatted down beside Xuanxuan, checked her breathing and pulse, then turned to Fang Cheng and shouted, "Brother Cheng, start the car, to the hospital, quick!"

Fang Cheng turned and ran away.

Su Fan took Xuanxuan from Aunt Liu's arms and held her carefully.

Yuan Shanshan followed behind, somewhat flustered.

Aunt Liu wanted to follow, but Xiang Hong stopped her: "Aunt Liu, don't go. We'll call you if we have any news."

The car sped towards Qinhuangdao Provincial People's Hospital.

The emergency room lights stayed on for a long time.

Su Fan, Fang Cheng, and Yuan Shanshan stood side by side in the corridor, none of them speaking.

While the group was waiting at the hospital, Xiang Hong and Zhao Jie, worried about them, drove over.

After a while, the emergency room doors finally opened. The attending physician removed his mask, his face weary, looked at them, and asked, "Who is the guardian?"

Su Fan stepped forward: "We are her older brother and sister, please speak frankly."

The doctor paused, his tone grave: "The child has congenital heart disease, and the situation is not optimistic. Our resources here are limited, so I suggest you transfer to a hospital in Kyoto as soon as possible. The cardiology department there is the best in the country."

Su Fan knew that medical resources in Kyoto were already strained, and it was even more difficult to get in during the Lunar New Year.

Su Fan thought for a moment and then called Qu Feiming directly.

After giving a brief overview of the situation, Su Fan asked directly, "Mr. Qu, which hospitals in Kyoto are good for heart conditions?"