Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

Zhang Dabiao immediately waved his hand: "My dad has revealed too many secrets. I don't know anything about things in China, and even if I did—"

"If I say it, it'll be over immediately. My fate can't handle it."

Just kidding, if you asked me about the leaders, would I dare to say anything?

The older leader smiled and didn't press the matter further.

However, Zhang Dabiao gritted his teeth and added, "As for the future development of the country, I dare not say anything about what's going on above, and I don't know either."

"But I know a little about natural disasters..."

「76年唐山地龙大翻身，75年驻马店洪水、87大兴安岭火灾、98长江中下游特大洪水、03SARA病毒、08雪灾、08汶川地龙大翻身、13禽流感、20新冠病毒……」

As he spoke, Zhang Dabiao deliberately coughed and then punched his chest, seemingly to catch his breath. However, the force of his punch was considerable, as he was a minor master of the Hongmen Iron Wire Palm. He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

The two leaders were so frightened that their faces turned pale—how could he suddenly vomit blood?

And that's a huge amount of health!

They quickly helped Zhang Dabiao up.

Zhang Dabiao said pitifully, "Boss—"

"If I reveal any more secrets, I'll lose my life."

"I really can't say, and it can't be counted, so please don't make things difficult for me..."

Zhang Dabiao is deliberately playing the victim; if he doesn't, this topic will never stop.

Recalling that Zhang Banxian had vomited three liters of blood and died suddenly while trying to summon Zhang Dabiao's soul, the two leaders were also afraid.

The older leader turned to the recorder (the younger leader) and said, "Today's records are to be archived."

"Add a sentence at the beginning: the vast majority of it is Zhang Dabiao repeating what Zhang Bansian said."

Then he turned to Zhang Dabiao, his tone a little urgent: "Comrade Zhang Dabiao, remember what you said today. And—don't divulge anything you shouldn't say. Understand?"

Zhang Dabiao nodded vigorously: "Understood! Understood! I'll sew this mouth of mine back up as soon as I get back!"

The two then rushed Zhang Dabiao to the hospital for a check-up. When they helped him out of the conference room, Director Chen was terrified.

[Isn't this a conversation?]

[How did things get like this? Zhang Dabiao looks like he's about to die!]

[What did he say that caused you to resort to vigilante justice and kill him?]

Is it really necessary?

The police station's jeep, sirens blaring, took Zhang Dabiao to the hospital. An examination revealed—

Ruptured lung, ruptured stomach, severe injuries.

They issued a critical condition notice directly.

It wasn't an act; Zhang Dabiao really did something ruthless.

The two leaders and Director Chen were terrified. They also notified the courtyard house and Mu Wanqing, which caused several young girls to come to the hospital crying uncontrollably.

The two leaders, in particular, were quite frightened.

Has this truly revealed a secret?

Zhang Dabiao, why are you so honest?

Can't you just say less?

Saving my life is the most important thing!

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In the intensive care unit, the white walls and sheets made one dizzy.

Zhang Dabiao lay on the bed, his face ashen, his lips pale, and his eyes tightly closed, looking exactly like he was about to die.

Mu Wanqing sat on the edge of the bed, carefully using a cotton swab dipped in water to moisten his chapped lips. His eyes were red, clearly from crying.

Qin Jingru was wringing out a hot towel to wipe his face and hands, her movements swift and efficient, while she kept muttering to herself, "Brother Da Biao will be alright, Brother Da Biao is very lucky, he's very resilient. Last time he was stabbed in the heart and fell into the lake for dozens of hours, and he was fine..."

"He'll definitely be alright..."

He Yushui stood a little further away, holding a thermos in her hand, looking somewhat at a loss.

She wanted to help, but felt awkward about her position. Mu Wanqing was her fiancée, and Qin Jingru was her god-sister. What was she?

Zhang Dabiao wasn't actually asleep; he was awake, just with his eyes closed. He felt incredibly comfortable right now.

This kind of life is so wonderful, even a god wouldn't trade it for it.

He was indeed seriously injured, but he couldn't escape unless he took that step.

He controlled the force of that punch, which looked frightening, and he coughed up a lot of blood, indicating a rather serious injury—but that was in comparison to a normal person.

After he transmigrated, he merged with the physiques of two people, and with the addition of his years of martial arts training, he now has at least 2.5 times the physique of a normal person.

This punch would cause a normal person's heart to burst and them to vomit blood and die on the spot, but for him—he still had at least 30% of his blood remaining.

I can hold on a little longer. As long as I go back to my "little nest" at midnight to refresh it, the injuries will be halved immediately.

"Cough cough..." Zhang Dabiao coughed weakly twice.

The three women immediately surrounded them.

"Da Biao, are you feeling unwell?" Mu Wanqing asked anxiously.

"I...I need to use the restroom," Zhang Dabiao said weakly.

"I'll help you!" Qin Jingru immediately stepped forward.

"No, the doctor said we can't move around!" Mu Wanqing quickly stopped her.

Finally, with the doctor's permission, Mu Wanqing and Qin Jingru, one on each side, carefully helped him into the bathroom a few minutes before midnight.

After Zhang Dabiao went inside, he immediately locked the door, and with a thought, he instantly appeared inside the "little nest".

At midnight, half of my body's tissues were refreshed, my injuries were 50% healed, and the tightness in my chest and stomach pain disappeared by more than half. Only then did I feel like I had come back to life.

Then he reappeared in the bathroom, opened the door, and pretended to be weak as he was helped back to bed.

The next morning, the attending physician came to make rounds with several interns.

Lifting Zhang Dabiao's clothes, listening to his heartbeat, and pressing his chest, the doctor's expression changed from serious to surprised, and finally to incredulous.

"A miracle! It's a medical miracle!" The old doctor adjusted his glasses and exclaimed excitedly, "Yesterday's X-rays showed ruptures and perforations in the lungs and stomach, but today... today there are signs of healing! This is unbelievable!"

He turned to the nurse behind him and shouted, "Quick! Draw blood! Draw several tubes and send them for testing! Check all the indicators again!"

The nurse came up with a syringe and, without any hesitation, drew eight large vials of blood from Zhang Dabiao's arm.

Zhang Dabiao stared at the needle marks on his arm, feeling utterly helpless and on the verge of tears.

This isn't a doctor, this is a vampire!

Eight tubes!

In later generations, hospital admission examinations only involved 8 tubes, and only 1/3 of a tube at that. But this old guy had 8 full tubes drawn!

Are you trying to beat me to death?

Is this 200 ml?!

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At the same time, the news of Zhang Dabiao's serious injury and hospitalization spread like wildfire throughout the courtyard.

Originally, it was just a police station jeep that was revving its engine and taking him away, which looked scary.

But then the hospital issued a critical condition notice, and things changed.

The rumors circulating on the street were quite detailed—Zhang Dabiao was a speculator who was severely beaten during a police interrogation and was issued a critical condition notice.

When Director Chen of Jiaodaokou Police Station heard this rumor, he was so angry that he almost fainted—what a terrible thing!

Honestly, I knew nothing about what those two leaders were talking to him about!

If this gets passed on any further, all the military dependents, martyrs' families, and impoverished households in Nanluoguxiang will come looking for me to fight them to the death!