Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

"What are you yelling about!"

Old Shen's powerful roar echoed through the ward. His voice was so clear and resonant that he showed no signs of being a dying man.

Shen Dawei was so frightened that he sat down on the ground with his mouth agape, unable to utter a word for a long time. Didn't those Western doctors just say that nothing would work? They even told him to prepare the funeral clothes. How come he vomited black blood, and the old man's voice was louder than his?

Sun Shouzhen walked to the bedside in two steps and placed three fingers precisely on Old Shen's wrist. The old man closed his eyes and felt his pulse for a while, then grinned.

"Good heavens, the blood stasis has been cleared and the meridians are flowing smoothly. Old man Shen, you've really come back from the brink of death." Sun Shouzhen loosened his grip and pushed his reading glasses up his nose.

Shen Dawei scrambled over to his father, tears and snot streaming down his face, and asked, "Dad, how are you feeling? Is your chest still tight?"

"I don't feel bloated, it's just that my stomach feels empty and burning." Old Shen reached out and pushed Shen Dawei's head aside, then reached in and pulled the IV needle out of the back of his hand.

"Go get me two steamers of meat buns, the kind with pork and scallions from the shop near the front gate, and a big bowl of cornmeal porridge too. I'm starving!"

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the room completely changed.

The old professor standing at the door was so shocked his jaw almost dropped to the ground. He had never seen anything like this in his entire medical career.

A person with multiple organ failure drank half a bottle of dark ointment, had several needles inserted, and vomited blood, but now he can actually sit up and shout that he wants to eat meat buns.

The old professor, refusing to believe it, strode over to the instrument and stared intently at the readings. Heart rate 65, blood pressure 120, blood oxygen saturation steadily rising. This was hardly a dying man; his vital signs were healthier than his own.

"Amazing... truly amazing." The old professor muttered to himself, then turned to look at Lin Wanrou, his face flushed red. "Dr. Lin, I take back what I said earlier. Traditional Chinese medicine is indeed a marvel that can heal flesh and bone. I'm convinced."

Lei Zhentian slapped his thigh and laughed heartily, his voice booming like thunder: "I told you Wanrou and Old Man Sun would succeed! Shen Dawei, you were just trying to chase people away, what are you spouting now?"

At this moment, Shen Dawei had completely lost his official demeanor. He turned around and kowtowed deeply to Lin Wanrou and Sun Shouzhen.

"Dr. Lin, Elder Sun! I, Shen Dawei, am a scoundrel who didn't recognize your greatness! You two are great benefactors to my Shen family!"

Shen Dawei pulled a thick manila envelope from his pocket, filled with coins and various scarce coupons, and handed it to Lin Wanrou with both hands.

"This is the consultation fee. No matter how much, if you ever need anything from the Shen family in the future, just say the word!"

Lin Wanrou didn't take the money, but turned to look at Ya Ya.

Ya Ya was sitting in the chair, swinging her short legs and chewing on a White Rabbit milk candy. The drop of highly concentrated spiritual spring water mixed with the medicine dregs that she had just been fed had worked even better than she had expected. She nodded to her mother.

Lin Wanrou put the envelope into her bag, her tone still calm: "Old Master Shen is weak, so I'll come over every day for the next three days to give him acupuncture. He can only drink rice porridge for the next three days; he absolutely cannot eat meat buns, as his body is too weak to handle such nourishment."

When Old Shen heard that he couldn't eat meat buns while lying in bed, he was so anxious that he kept slapping his thigh, but he knew he had to listen to the doctor, so he could only swallow his saliva.

That evening, Gu Changfeng drove his jeep to pick up his family and take them back to Nanluoguxiang.

The news spread like wildfire among the high-ranking officials of the Beijing Military Region in less than half a day. Old Shen, who had received three critical condition notices, was snatched back from the jaws of death by a bowl of herbal soup from the hands of the "Royal Chef Rouxin," and was able to get out of bed and curse the very next day.

The "Royal Cuisine with Gentle Heart" brand became an overnight sensation among high-ranking officials in Beijing.

For the next week, the alleyway entrance was filled with jeeps with red and black license plates every day. The threshold of this three-courtyard siheyuan in Wangfujing was truly worn down by the constant footsteps.

People seeking medicine, medical treatment, and ordering medicinal meals formed long queues. Lin Wanrou set strict rules: only three tables of medicinal meals would be made a day, each costing 800 yuan, and she wouldn't sell it for a penny less.

As for seeing a doctor, the registration fee has been raised to two hundred yuan. Even so, there are still plenty of people queuing up with cash every day.

In the east wing.

Ya Ya sat barefoot on the large rosewood bed, with a large tin biscuit box in front of her. It was stuffed full of ten-yuan notes, along with stacks of grain coupons, meat coupons, and bicycle coupons.

"I'm rich! I'm rich!" Ya Ya put a ten-yuan note under her nose and smelled it, her eyes curving into crescents with laughter.

Niu Dan sat on a small stool to the side, holding a whetstone in his hand, sharpening the cast iron boning knife stroke by stroke.

The shop has been so busy these past few days that some people have tried to cut in line and cause trouble, but he kicked them all out. Now, everyone in the Wangfujing area knows that "Yu Shan Rou Xin" has a ruthless, knife-wielding doorman.

"Ya Ya, someone's looking for you outside." Niu Dan stopped what he was doing and gestured with his chin towards the window.

Ya Ya peeked in and saw Jiang Guo walking in, dressed in a smart gray Zhongshan suit, her hair neatly combed, holding a large red cardboard invitation, with a serious little face.

Jiang Guo entered the room, first taking out a clean handkerchief and wiping the chair three times before sitting down.

"Aunt Lin is busy up front, so I came directly to find you." Jiang Guo placed the bright red invitation card next to the cookie box, her tone formal and proper.

"What are you doing?" Ya Ya grabbed a handful of candy and stuffed it into the pocket of her tactical vest. "I can't read."

"It's my birthday," Jiang Guo said, pointing to the invitation. "There are two tables set up tonight at the Red Star Luxury Guesthouse. You have to go."

Ya Ya pouted, "No, my mom's making braised pork for me tonight."

She had absolutely no interest in the little brat's birthday party. She'd rather spend that time in her spatial dimension tending to some herbs, or counting the gold bars under her bed.

Jiang Guo frowned. In the grand courtyard of Beijing, he was hosting a birthday banquet, and countless children would have been scrambling to squeeze in and join the fun. But when it came to Ya Ya, a simple meal of braised pork was all he got.

He pulled a bill from his pocket and slammed it on the table: "Today's banquet features authentic Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, braised sea cucumber with scallions, roast duck, and unlimited soft drinks. Plus ten jin of nationwide meat coupons as your appearance fee."

Ya Ya's eyes lit up immediately. She quickly stuffed the meat ticket into her pocket and jumped off the bed.

"Why didn't you say you had Buddha Jumps Over the Wall earlier? Niu Dan, stop sharpening your knife, let's go eat at the big restaurant!" Ya Ya patted the dust off her vest.

Jiang Guo finally breathed a sigh of relief and straightened his collar: "Let me make this clear first, today's guests are all top students from the compound. Some of them have a bit of a temper, so you'll have to be careful not to break anyone's bones, or I'll have a hard time handling the situation."

"Okay, okay, I'm a civilized person." Ya Ya waved her hand and replied perfunctorily.