At the beginning, he took his seven younger siblings to join Yi Zhonghai.

"Hey, Uncle Zhongding, heading out so early?"

Xu Damao greeted him with a smile, his attitude as warm as ever.

Even now, Yi Zhongding hasn't really helped him in any way.

But in the past, every Chinese New Year, Yi Zhongding would ask him and his son to show movies to the teachers and students of Beijing University of Chinese Medicine for two nights.

This allowed them to accumulate a large network of high-end contacts.

Moreover, the fact that he was neighbors with the Yi family in the same courtyard made him thrive in the steel rolling mill.

Moreover, Yi Zhongding is now visibly rising through the ranks, and for Xu Wengui and his son Xu Damao, maintaining good relations between the two families is a highly profitable endeavor.

"Good morning, Da Mao! You just got back?"

Yi Zhongding noticed that Xu Damao's clothes were somewhat disheveled, as if he had just returned from outside.

"Hey, don't even mention it. I went to the countryside to show movies the other day, and I rushed back at dawn. I just got home."

"It's almost the end of the year, and the commune invited me to perform at a few shows. They gave me a bag of local specialties; I'll send you some over to try later?"

Xu Damao yawned, but he couldn't hide the smug look on his face.

No matter how bad or stupid the original "leaders" of this courtyard were, apart from Yi Zhonghai, the others always wore their emotions on their sleeves without any attempt to hide them.

"No need, no need, keep them for yourself. By the way, Da Mao, your two old hens have been a great help to me. Otherwise, my wife would hardly have any nutrition during her postpartum period."

"I'm just a doctor, I don't have much to thank you for."

"This is the prescription I wrote for you and your dad. Find some time to get it and drink it for three to five days. If your health improves, then drink it for ten days to half a month."

Yi Zhongding waved his hand, then took out a pre-prepared prescription from his briefcase and handed it over.

"Oh, Uncle Zhongding, you're too kind. We're neighbors, it's only right."

"However, since your prescription is so skilled and effective, it's a family heirloom, so I won't stand on ceremony."

Upon hearing this, Xu Damao's smile widened, and he accepted the prescription without any hesitation.

"What kind of miracle doctor? He's just an ordinary doctor. You should go back and rest. I'm leaving now."

Yi Zhongding waved his hand and smiled.

"Hey, take care."

Xu Damao stood behind him, smiling obsequiously and bowing.

Yi Zhongding rode his bicycle towards Beijing University of Chinese Medicine and soon arrived at the school gate.

The large sign at the school gate was particularly eye-catching in the morning light.

"Dr. Yi, it's been a while. I heard you joined the army. Are you on leave to visit family?"

The old gatekeeper recognized him and waved with a smile from afar.

"Sir, how are you feeling? I'm a military doctor who joined the army. I'll come back to see patients after I'm done with my work in a few days."

Yi Zhongding stopped the car, took out a cigarette and handed it to the old man, exchanging a few pleasantries with him.

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

"That's great! Ever since you left, we've come looking for you quite a few times. When they heard you weren't seeing patients here anymore, they were all so disappointed they slapped their thighs in regret."

The old man smiled and lit a cigarette.

Yi Zhongding exchanged a few pleasantries with him, then pushed his bike into the campus.

The campus was quiet, with most students in class and only a few people hurrying by with their books.

Yi Zhongding glanced at the thick copy of "Yi Zhongding's Medical Notes" in each person's hands, and couldn't help but smile.

Yi Zhongding locked his bicycle in the bike shed in front of the office building, straightened his collar, and strode into the office building.

The logistics department's office was at the end of the corridor on the first floor, with the door half open.

Yi Zhongding knocked on the door, and a middle-aged man's voice came from inside: "Come in."

He pushed open the door and saw a middle-aged man in his forties sitting behind a desk, wearing reading glasses and looking at a document in his hand.

It was Section Chief Zhao from the Logistics Department.

"Section Chief Zhao, excuse me."

Yi Zhongding walked in and said.

"Hey, Dr. Yi! What brings you here? Please, have a seat!"

"Hey, it's been a while! How are you doing? Getting used to the 301 Hospital?"

Section Chief Zhao looked up, saw who it was, and immediately put on a warm smile.

As he spoke, he walked to the water bottle to pour himself some water.

"Section Chief Zhao, please don't bother, I'm not thirsty."

Yi Zhongding quickly waved his hand and said.

"Hey, you come all this way and can't even get a cup of hot water? If word gets out, how will I, Old Zhao, ever face anyone again?"

"When your masters find out, I'll lose all face."

Without saying a word, Section Chief Zhao poured him a cup of hot water, then rummaged through a drawer and pulled out an enamel mug, adding a pinch of tea leaves.

While placing the tea leaves, he said, "This is Tieguanyin tea that my son-in-law sent from Fujian. I wouldn't normally take it out for just anyone."

Yi Zhongding accepted the enamel mug with both hands, and a wave of steam and the aroma of tea wafted towards him.

"Good tea has a mellow taste and a long-lasting aftertaste."

Yi Zhongding blew away the foam, took a sip, and exclaimed in admiration.

"That's right, my son-in-law said this is genuine Anxi Tieguanyin tea, and it costs several yuan per tael."

"We're not strangers anymore. So, Zhongding, what brings you here today?"

Section Chief Zhao smiled smugly before sitting down opposite him and getting straight to the point.

"Section Chief Zhao, let me be frank. I'm here today to ask on behalf of a childhood friend from our department whether there are any vacancies for general laborers in the school's logistics department?"

Yi Zhongding put down the enamel mug, organized his thoughts, and then spoke.

"A handyman? You, Zhongding, personally intervened just for this?"

Section Chief Zhao adjusted his reading glasses and asked with some surprise.

"Yes, my childhood friend lives in the same courtyard as me. When he was a child, he had a high fever that damaged his ears. He can barely hear in his left ear, and his right ear is also severely damaged. His speech is also somewhat slurred."

"He's an honest and hardworking person, but he's never been able to find a stable job. He's nineteen now and lives on a government subsidy of five yuan a month."

"He was unwilling to just drift through life like this and wanted to earn a living on his own."

Yi Zhongding nodded and told the truth.

"He's a pitiful child. Given your situation, it's indeed difficult for him to find work. He can't get into factories, and he probably won't get a job at the neighborhood committee either."

After listening, Section Chief Zhao remained silent for a moment, then nodded and said...

"That's why I'm bothering you. I don't want to put you in a difficult position. If there really is a vacancy, please arrange for him to give it a try."

"If not, please don't force yourself. I'll think of another way."

Yi Zhongding said sincerely.

"Zhongding, we've known each other since the day you enrolled in school, and we've gotten along quite well, so I won't beat around the bush with you."

"Our school's logistics department is indeed fully staffed with general laborers; there's no room for anyone else.

Section Chief Zhao took off his reading glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers, and pondered for a while before speaking.

Yi Zhongding remained expressionless and waited for Section Chief Zhao to continue.