A life of success begins with being a landlord.

The car started and drove towards the hospital.

Chunyan and Huangmao flanked me from both sides.

"Yaozu, are you alright? You can't die! Hang in there, we're almost at the hospital..." Chunyan hugged me, pressed on my wound, and encouraged me.

"It's nothing, Chunyan, just a superficial injury."

The severe pain in my lower abdomen has subsided, and the wound on my shoulder is not very painful anymore.

It was this body covered in blood that looked terrifying.

The blond-haired guy looked at me and said, "Brother, you're a real hero! You took on five men with knives all by yourself, bare-handed. Your skills are on par with Wong Fei-hung!"

I closed my eyes, leaned back in my seat, and sighed.

I was in so much pain that I was kneeling on the ground like a bear, didn't you see?

Is your Wong Fei-hung like this?

I'm too scared to tell Sister Li about the huge mess I made today. I don't know how much she'll scold me if she finds out.

And those two knife-wielders, I wonder if I kicked them to death?

With my immense strength, I could easily have ruptured their livers and spleens, sending them to meet their maker.

If the knife-wielder dies, I'm afraid I'll have to go to Baihu and accompany Hu Xiaogang to the farm to harvest rice.

I heard that when Hu Xiaogang went to Baihu, it was the late rice harvesting season. He was alone with a sickle and had to harvest two mu of land a day. Moreover, he only started working when the sun was up and stopped when the sun went down.

She's even better at harvesting rice than the most skilled women in our village!

The women in the village work from dawn till dusk. If they can harvest one acre of land a day, they are considered experts; if they can harvest one and a half acres, they are superhuman.

Lost in thought, I arrived at the Second Hospital.

Awen and Amei were both rushed into the emergency room.

I was taken into the emergency room later and stripped naked and looked at.

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief: "It's nothing serious, just a superficial wound. You won't die."

Daozai Xiong's eyes turned red as he grabbed the doctor's collar: "Those two can't die either! If they do, I'll make you pay with your life!"

The doctor shuddered in fright: "I know, I know, those two... we'll do our best. Arrange for the family members to have their blood drawn and tested, and prepare to give the injured a blood transfusion."

I was still thinking about Awen and shouted, "I'm blood type O, if there's not enough blood, take it from me."

The doctors were all looking at me, as if... they probably thought I was an idiot.

You're still bleeding yourself, and you're giving blood to someone else?

Dao Zixiong was moved to tears, patted my shoulder, and silently shed tears.

I was stitched up with five stitches and taken to the ward for an IV drip to reduce inflammation.

Chunyan stayed with me the whole time, sobbing softly.

"Why are you crying, Chunyan? I'm fine."

I patted Chunyan's head: "Don't be fooled by all the blood on me, it's all Wen and Mei's. I didn't bleed much myself. I got five stitches, so I'm all right now. I can go home now."

"It's too chaotic here, I'm scared."

Chunyan looked at me through her tears: "Yaozu, can I find work in your hometown? Take me to your hometown to work."

Why would I come all the way here when there are jobs available in my hometown?

I laughed and said, "How about I take you home to farm? Thirty acres of land, an ox, a wife, kids, and a warm bed."

Chunyan stared blankly for half a minute, then surprisingly nodded: "That works, as long as I don't starve!"

I couldn't help but smile: "Okay, I'll take you home when Sister Li comes back."

Even if I didn't make any money, getting a wife wouldn't be bad.

In my hometown, there are some young men who go out to work and bring back wives, and the villagers praise them for being capable!

In his hometown, he would demand a bride price to find a wife, but he would bring a wife back from elsewhere for free.

The two IV drips were finished around 12:00 PM.

I couldn't lie still any longer, so I sat up and called to Chunyan, "Chunyan, let's go check on Awen."

"You're in this state yourself, why are you still concerned about others?"

"I'm hungry, I'll go see if there's anything to eat."

"All right."

Chunyan sighed and helped me out of bed.

"Don't help me, I'm fine."

I moved my hands and feet around, and everything was normal.

Outside the emergency room, the Zhan family members were waiting; there were more than a dozen of them.

There was another group of people nearby, about four or five, probably Amei's family.

Dao Zai Xiong paced back and forth, his eyes red, smoking a cigarette, leaving cigarette butts scattered all over the ground.

The nurses and doctors in the hospital didn't dare to say anything to him.

The blond guy from 505 is still here, acting like a dutiful son and grandson, waiting for Awen's outcome.

"Brother, are you alright?"

Upon seeing me, Daozai Xiong came over, his eyes red-rimmed: "Thank goodness you were here tonight. Once Awen recovers, I'll thank you properly."

What nonsense! If you can't save Ah Wen, you're not going to thank me?

I shook my head: "Is Wen alright? I checked him over, and there shouldn't be any fatal injuries."

"It's because of excessive blood loss, and so is Ah Mei."

Dao Zai Xiong lit another cigarette, then remembered and offered me one too.

I hesitated for a moment, then took the cigarette and lit it with a lighter.

I was frightened tonight, so smoking might help me numb the pain.

Dao Zixiong gritted his teeth: "I've found out. It was Lai Pi Xiong from the New District who did it. Those people are all his subordinates."

I nodded without saying anything.

I've never heard of Rascal Bear.

I don't understand the world here either.

"He was fighting me for a piece of land, so he plotted against me. He probably wanted to kill Awen as a warning to me."

Dao Zixiong threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out: "Tomorrow I'll chop him up, take his pot and all, and make sure they don't see the sun rise the day after tomorrow."

I didn't know how to respond, and after a long pause, I managed to say, "They have knives, Xiong Ge, be careful."

"A knife?" Dao Zai Xiong was stunned, then smiled and said, "I have a spittoon."

Later I learned that the fighting in this place involved using pipes, blades, and spray guns.

The pipe is a stick, the blade is a knife, and the sprayer is a firearm.

"Zhan Shixiong!"

A man in a white shirt and glasses rushed in from outside, shouting sternly, "Zhan Shixiong, if Amei dies, I'll make you pay with your life!"

Ah Mei's family members gathered around and grabbed the white shirt.

Zhan Shixiong rushed forward, bowing and scraping: "Director Song, Amei should be alright, she's being treated..."

"You're the one who caused all this trouble!"

The man in the white shirt was furious, pointing at Dao Zixiong: "Tell your son to never come looking for Ah Mei again!"

Dao Zixiong sighed, "Director Song, I can't really say anything about the children's situation... Don't worry, I will give you an explanation."

Just then, a doctor came out of the emergency room: "Song Yingmei, are Song Yingmei's family members here?"

"Yes, yes!"

The man in the white shirt rushed over: "Doctor, how is Song Yingmei?"

"We've passed the danger period."

The doctor removed his mask: "The femoral artery in the arm was injured; it was extremely dangerous. Fortunately, someone knew first aid and performed a proximal bandage, otherwise, he really wouldn't have survived."

The man in the white shirt took off his glasses and wiped away his tears: "Thank God."

The doctor nodded: "They're still giving blood transfusions, so don't worry."

"Thank you for your hard work, doctors." The doctor in the white shirt bowed in gratitude.

Dao Zixiong asked, "Doctor, how is Zhan Yongwen? Has he been saved?"

The doctor nodded: "The vital signs are stable, so there shouldn't be any problems. The family can rest assured!"

Dao Zixiong collapsed to the ground, covering his face, and cried tears of joy: "That's good, that's good."

The Zhan family's relatives were also relieved and expressed their gratitude repeatedly.

An old man walked up to me, took my hand, and said, "Brother, thank you so much this time. You saved Awen and Amei's lives."

"You are...?" I don't recognize this old man.

"I'm Ah Wen's father, and Dao Zai Xiong's older brother."

"Oh, hello." I nodded and smiled.

The man in the white shirt then noticed me and walked over: "Who... is this?"