Courtyard House: Initial Donation of 50 Million

After the commotion subsided, the thugs of the Shahe Gang were taken to the authorities by the neighbors who had heard the news (although everyone knew they would be released soon). Wong Fei-hung invited Wong Wan-bo into the inner room of Po Chi Lam and instructed Toothbrush Su to serve tea.

The interior was simply furnished, filled with the aroma of medicine. Huang Feihong once again solemnly thanked him: "Brother Wang, if it weren't for your keen observation and superb skills today, I and Baozhilin would have been unable to clear our names. I will remember this kindness forever." He sized up Wang Huanbo, noticing that the man had a handsome face, clear eyes, and composed demeanor. Although young, he possessed a calm and steady air, clearly not an ordinary person.

"Master Huang, you're too kind," Wang Huanbo said, bowing slightly. "I've been living abroad with my family since childhood, attending Western schools for a few years and learning some basic health and medical techniques from a few masters, but only superficially. My return to China this time is twofold: first, to trace my roots, and second, because seeing the power of Western warships and the weakness of our nation fills me with unease, and I wish to do my part for my homeland. I've long admired Master Huang's reputation for chivalry, his unparalleled medical and martial arts skills in Lingnan, and I've come to pay him a visit. Today's events are truly a matter of fate."

His statement was a mix of truth and falsehood, explaining his overseas background and the source of his knowledge while also expressing a patriotic sentiment that resonated with the times, making it seem sincere and natural.

Upon hearing this, Wong Fei-hung's admiration deepened. Returning from overseas, he possessed a deep love for his country and its people, exceptional skills, and, most importantly, composure and impetuosity, as well as impeccable manners. He stroked his beard and smiled, "Brother Wang, you are too modest. Your skills and knowledge are far beyond the surface. Your patriotism is even more commendable. If Brother Wang doesn't mind, you could stay at Po Chi Lam for a few days, where we can exchange martial arts techniques and discuss medical principles, what do you say?"

"That's exactly what I wanted, but I wouldn't dare ask! Thank you, Master Huang!" Wang Huanbo was secretly delighted; the first step of his plan had been successfully completed.

So Wang Huanbo settled down at Baozhilin. He was a low-key and humble person, and quickly became familiar with everyone.

Every morning at the crack of dawn, he would practice martial arts in the courtyard with Wong Fei-hung and his disciples. Wong Fei-hung taught him the basic Hung Kuen style, the "Gong Zi Fu Hu Quan" (工字伏虎拳), characterized by steady footwork and powerful strikes. Wang Huanbo, with the exceptional physical foundation built by the "Super Soldier Serum" and the foundation of "Intermediate Close Combat Proficiency," progressed rapidly in his studies. Not only were his movements precise and his power accurate, but he also possessed exceptional body control and combat understanding, offering unique and reasonable insights into the power generation techniques and transitions of certain moves. This secretly surprised Wong Fei-hung, who felt that this young man was exceptionally talented and possessed extremely high comprehension.

When practicing medicine, Wang Huanbo's "intermediate level surgical proficiency" played a significant role. His methods of treating external wounds—cleaning, stopping bleeding, and suturing—were rigorous, efficient, and standardized, far exceeding the level of the time. The "iodine solution" he brought (falsely claimed to be a special overseas disinfectant) and catgut sutures proved remarkably effective in treating some complex wounds, greatly reducing the risk of infection. He never overstepped his bounds, always consulting Huang Feihong first before offering his treatment suggestions in a consultative tone, always with a respectful attitude. When encountering difficult cases, he could also offer insights from the perspective of modern medicine, such as bacterial infection and microorganisms (explained in a way that people at the time could understand, using analogies), which impressed Huang Feihong, who was proficient in traditional Chinese medicine, and Yacha Su, who had some knowledge of Western medicine, and deeply inspired them.

"Brother Wang, your disinfection method is in line with Western medical principles and is indeed remarkably effective," Huang Feihong praised. He was not a conservative or old-fashioned person and was open to truly effective new things.

"Western medicine does have unique advantages in surgical emergency care. If we can extract its essence and integrate it with Chinese medicine, it may be able to better help people and save lives." Wang Huanbo took the opportunity to propose the concept of combining Chinese and Western medicine, which was deeply appreciated by Huang Feihong.

In his spare time, Wang Huanbo got along well with his disciples. He told the honest and strong Pork Wing about his overseas experiences, taught the clever Leung Kwan some practical fighting techniques, discussed medicine with the studious Toothpick Su, and even chatted with the open-minded Aunt Thirteen (Joanna), who often visited Po Chi Lam, about topics such as photography and Western customs. The canned food and candy he brought also became a lubricant to build closer relationships. Wang Huanbo's erudition, humility, and generosity quickly won the unanimous favor of everyone at Po Chi Lam.

That day, an uninvited guest arrived at Baozhilin Clinic. A middle-aged man, dressed in rags, with a sallow complexion but bulging temples and sharp, eagle-like eyes, carrying a tattered bundle, stood at the clinic's entrance and proclaimed in a northern accent, "I am Yan Zhendong! I have long heard of Huang Feihong of Foshan's unparalleled martial arts skills, and have come to learn from him!" He was none other than Yan Zhendong, an important supporting character in the movie, a northern boxer who aspired to fame and fortune but whose fate was fraught with misfortune!

Huang Feihong, not wanting to engage in unnecessary fighting, clasped his hands and said, "Master Yan is a guest from afar, and I welcome him. However, in martial arts sparring, it should stop when the point is reached. Why ruin the harmony?"

Yan Zhendong, however, remained resolute, his words even carrying a hint of provocation: "What? Master Huang, do you look down on me, a northerner? Are you afraid of losing and ruining your 'Foshan Huang Feihong' brand?" Pork Wing, Leung Kwan, and the others were furious upon hearing this and wanted to step forward, but Huang Feihong stopped them with a look.

Wang Huanbo observed coldly, knowing that Yan Zhendong was a tough guy, but he was eager to make a name for himself because he was forced by the need to make a living. He keenly sensed that although Yan Zhendong's breathing was deep, it was slightly rapid, and although his lower body was stable, it was slightly unstable. It was clear that he had traveled a long distance, was hungry and exhausted, and might even have some hidden injuries.

Just as the stalemate was at hand, Wang Huanbo stepped forward, cupped his hands to Yan Zhendong, and said in Mandarin with a slight southern accent, "Master Yan, I am Wang Huanbo. Seeing that you look travel-worn and out of breath, you must be exhausted from your journey and haven't had a proper meal. Martial artists should not get angry on an empty stomach, much less fight with all their might. I apologize for being so bold, but may I treat you to a simple meal first, so you can rest for a while before discussing the duel? Master Huang is a hospitable man and has no intention of looking down on me."

His words were sincere, giving Yan Zhendong a way out, pointing out that the other party was not in good condition and that the fight was unfair, expressing goodwill, and protecting Huang Feihong's reputation. As he spoke, he gestured for Toothpick Su to bring some dried meat and water.

Yan Zhendong was taken aback. Looking into Wang Huanbo's sincere eyes and then glancing at the food, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and his tense expression eased slightly. Huang Feihong followed suit, saying, "Master Yan, Brother Wang is absolutely right. We are guests from afar, please have some food and rest before we talk."

After a simple meal, Yan Zhendong's hostility subsided considerably. Wang Huanbo then took the opportunity to discuss boxing principles with him. The knowledge and respect for Northern martial arts revealed in his words evoked a sense of "meeting a kindred spirit in a foreign land" in the down-on-his-luck martial artist Yan Zhendong. Although the challenge didn't materialize, a potential conflict was averted. Yan Zhendong was deeply impressed by the young man, Wang Huanbo.

Huang Feihong observed all of this and was even more impressed by Wang Huanbo's flexibility, sincerity, and magnanimity. This young man was not only exceptionally capable, but also remarkably adept at interpersonal relationships; he was no ordinary person.