I chose one of four options at the start, and I chose the number one clan in Lingnan.

Lin Ting pulled out the cork from the small porcelain bottle, and a strong, bitter medicinal smell filled the bedroom, which was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Old Wei's eyes widened in disbelief as he scrambled from the living room toward the bedroom door, waving his hands wildly.

"What are you holding? Get out of here and don't touch my daughter."

Lin Fei took half a step forward, grabbed Lao Wei by the back of his collar with his right hand, and pulled him backward with force.

Old Wei, weighing 200 pounds, stumbled back three steps and crashed heavily into the load-bearing wall of the living room.

Lin Fei used his knee to press against Lao Wei's stomach, locked his right arm with his left hand, and pressed down on his shoulder with his right hand.

"Grandpa needs to save people. If you move again, I'll break your arm," Lin Fei said in a low voice.

Old Wei's wife screamed and rushed up to grab the hem of Lin Ting's suit.

Without turning his head, Lin Ting flicked his left hand backward, precisely blocking the woman's wrist and pushing her to the iron frame at the foot of the bed.

Lin Ting walked to the bedside, pinched the girl's thin chin with his right hand, and applied pressure with two fingers. The girl's tightly closed lips were forced open.

The porcelain bottle tilted, and the amber-colored liquid flowed down the girl's chapped lips and into her throat.

"That's fake medicine." Old Wei was pressed against the wall, his voice cracking as tears mixed with blood from his forehead streamed down his face.

"The head of Kang Sheng Pharmacy made rounds and said that apart from their San Yi Hui's targeted drugs, taking any folk remedies will directly lead to massive internal bleeding. You are killing someone."

Lin Ting tossed the empty porcelain bottle onto the bedside table, pulled over a broken wooden chair, and sat down with an air of authority.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the time on the watch face.

"The experts at the First Municipal Hospital have already given him a death sentence. You're hoping a bottle of medicine of unknown origin will bring him back to life?" Old Wei's eyes were bloodshot as he desperately banged his head against the white wall behind him.

"Your Lin family is even willing to use my daughter's life to fill a pit in order to seize my factory. You are even more vicious than the Sanyi Society."

The old vital signs monitor by the bedside emitted a sharp, long beep.

The heart rate curve that was originally slightly fluctuating on the screen turned into a glaring green straight line.

The blood oxygen saturation data frame immediately flashed red, and the value dropped below 30.

Old Wei's wife's legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the cement floor, clutching her hair and wailing.

"Xiaoxiao is dead. Give me back my daughter's life."

Old Wei stopped struggling, as if all his strength had been drained, and slid down the wall onto the dusty floor.

His eyes were glazed over as he stared at the scraps of paper on the ground and grinned foolishly.

Lin Fei glanced at the girl on the bed and gripped the solid steel pipe in his hand tightly.

Lin Ting sat in the chair, his breathing rate remaining unchanged.

"What's the rush? The medication needs to expel the necrotic bone marrow cells to take effect." Lin Ting looked at the monitor screen.

The long alarm blared abruptly.

The parallel line on the screen flickered.

Then came the second, and the third. The amplitude of the jumps increased, and the green peaks became denser.

The heart rate jumped from zero to thirty, and then climbed steadily. Fifty, seventy, and finally settled steadily at eighty-five.

The red light for blood oxygen saturation went out, and the value jumped directly from 30 to 98.

Within the blood pressure data frame, systolic and diastolic blood pressure have returned to the normal range.

Old Wei stopped laughing foolishly. He scrambled to his feet and stared intently at the flickering screen.

He stood guard outside the ICU for a full two weeks, and knew better than any doctor what those numbers meant.

The girl on the hospital bed began to heave dramatically, and her breathing became heavy.

She suddenly turned to the side, ripped off the large oxygen mask from her face, and opened her mouth.

With a "whoosh," a large mouthful of dark, foul-smelling blood was vomited onto the white sheets, the blood clot mixed with a nauseating, putrid odor.

Old Wei's wife was so frightened that she scrambled back to the corner and covered her mouth and nose.

After spitting out the bad blood, the girl's rapid breathing calmed down.

Her cheeks regained some vitality, and her lips regained color.

The girl slowly opened her eyes, her pupils no longer cloudy. She turned her neck and looked at Old Wei, whom Lin Fei had released at the door.

"Dad," the girl's voice was soft, yet it reached everyone in the room clearly, "I'm hungry."

Old Wei trembled violently, his legs buckled, and he knelt down again. He scrambled to the bedside, his hands dangling in mid-air, too afraid to touch his daughter.

He shakily reached out his right hand and placed the back of his hand on the girl's forehead. It was warm, at a normal body temperature.

Old Wei suddenly turned his head to look at the monitor. All the indicators were steadily within the normal range, showing no signs of decline.

Just half an hour ago, the head of the internal medicine department at the First Municipal Hospital told him personally that the girl's hematopoietic stem cells had completely died, and there was no way to save her.

Now, his daughter has not only woken up, but can even say she's hungry.

"Xiaoxiao." Old Wei's wife rushed to the bedside, hugged her daughter, and burst into tears.

Old Wei slowly stood up and turned to look at Lin Ting sitting in the chair.

He bent his knees and knelt heavily on the rough cement floor.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Without saying a word, Old Wei slammed his forehead against the hard ground, kowtowing three times. A pool of fresh blood was left on the cement floor.

"Mr. Lin, you are a living Buddha to the entire Wei family." Old Wei's voice was hoarse as he looked up at Lin Ting.

"I, Old Wei, was blind and said some outrageous things. You can punish me as you see fit, I will not say a word."

Lin Ting stood up.

"Your daughter's hematopoietic function has recovered, and she will be able to get out of bed after resting for half a month."

"Go collect the money from the living room and take her to a nicer place." Lin Ting said calmly as he walked towards the living room.

Old Wei shook his head, got up from the ground, turned around and walked quickly to the living room.

The ground was covered with ten million yuan in cash. Old Wei kicked aside the bundles of red banknotes blocking his way, knelt down in the pile of shredded paper, and picked up the acquisition agreement that he had just torn up piece by piece.

He rummaged through a drawer in the TV cabinet and found a roll of transparent tape. He then glued the torn agreement back together and laid it flat on the peeling coffee table.

Old Wei grabbed the pen left by Lin Fu, forcefully signed "Wei Jianguo" in the signature area for Party B, then bit his thumb and pressed a blood-red handprint on his name.

He strode into the bedroom, pulled a rusty iron box from under the bed, unlocked it, and took out the official seal, legal representative seal, and financial seal of Hongtu Machinery Factory.

Old Wei walked up to Lin Ting and handed him the glued-on agreement and three seals with both hands.

"I don't want this money," Old Wei said firmly, without even glancing at the banknotes on the ground.

"Mr. Lin saved my daughter's life. Even if this factory is given to the Lin family for free, it would still be an honor for me, Old Wei."

"I will distribute the 20 million yuan for worker resettlement in full. Mr. Lin, you can handle the remaining bank debts."

Lin Fu stepped forward, took the agreement, carefully checked the signature and seal, and nodded to Lin Ting.

"The Lin family's rules are one thing at a time," Lin Ting said, pointing to the money on the ground.

"The money for buying the factory is what you're owed. Once you accept this money, you'll be a member of the Lin family."

Although the factory belongs to the Lin family, you're still in charge of managing the production line.

Old Wei stood there, stunned. He had thought that if he handed over the factory, Lin Ting would take over and kick him out.

"Grandpa thinks highly of you, so hurry up and accept it," Lin Fei scolded from the side.

Old Wei knelt down again, his eyes red-rimmed: "Old Wei's life belongs to the Lin family from now on."

Lin Ting turned and walked out, his leather shoes making a rustling sound as they stepped on the banknotes scattered on the ground.

Old Wei stood up, chased after him to the stairwell entrance, and lowered his voice.

"Mr. Lin, the contract has been signed. From now on, this factory will belong to the Lin family. But will Sanyi let this go?"

"They didn't get the land, so they'll definitely resort to dirty tricks." Old Wei pointed to the two Jinbei vans that hadn't been driven away yet downstairs.

"They employed a group of thugs who specialized in causing trouble on construction sites, pouring sugar into cement mixers and cutting high-voltage cables in the middle of the night."

Elderly people claiming to have terminal illnesses lie under the wheels of construction vehicles to extort money; these methods are extremely dirty and difficult to guard against.

Lin Ting stopped, took out a pack of cigarettes from his suit pocket, and put one in his mouth.

Lin Fei immediately took out a windproof lighter, leaned forward, and lit it.

Lin Ting exhaled a puff of bluish smoke and looked through the window of the stairwell at the towering red brick chimneys in the distance of the old industrial area.

"What my Lin family fears least is dirty tricks." Lin Ting flicked his cigarette ash.