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

The doctor's voice continued on the phone. Lin Ting pressed the hang-up button.

Lin Ting turned to look at Lin Fei.

"Take fifty loyalists to the First Municipal Hospital. Anyone who dares to touch Wei Xiaoxiao's bed will have their hand smashed. Bring her and her equipment back to Tazhai."

Lin Fei pulled out the car keys and opened the car door. "Understood."

Old Wei was so anxious that he stomped his feet and turned around to climb into the car.

Lin Ting reached out and pressed down on Lao Wei's shoulder. "Going to the hospital won't help. Go to the old factory area of ​​Kang Sheng Pharmaceutical and dismantle all those Western medicine production lines."

Lin Dayou has brought a construction team on the road. I want to see fifty large pots for boiling medicine set up before dark.

Old Wei's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth as he turned and rushed towards another car.

The corridor of the hematology department at the First Municipal Hospital.

A dozen or so security guards from Tiankang Group, dressed in black suits, blocked the door to the ward. Inside the ward, two guards were reaching out to pull out Wei Xiaoxiao's oxygen tube.

With a loud bang, the ward door was kicked open.

Lin Fei strode in, his baton striking the wrist of the security guard who had pulled the tube.

With a crack, the security guard screamed and fell to the ground, writhing in pain as he clutched his wrist.

Lin Fei pointed his baton at the remaining security guards. "Anyone who touches this machine again, I'll make them lie on the bed next to it."

Fifty men in black suits rushed into the corridor and pinned the Tiankang Group's security guards against the wall.

Lin Fei walked to the hospital bedside. "Move everything away, bed and all the equipment."

Several burly men stepped forward, steadily lifted the hospital bed, and carried it downstairs. The doctors and nurses hid in the nurses' station, and no one dared to speak up to stop them.

The bronze bell at Tazhai Ancestral Hall rang three times in succession.

The courtyard was packed with village chiefs and women's directors from eighteen villages.

Lin Ting sat in a grand chair, twirling walnuts in his hands.

"Beside the golden fruit grove on the back hill, there are red vines with serrated leaves. I need one hundred tons before dark."

No one asked why. Second Uncle stepped forward, leaning on his bamboo cane.

"The men of the Lin family are all out guarding the factory, so the women and teenagers are doing the work."

In less than half an hour, more than 5,000 women, elderly people, and children from the Lin family, carrying hoes, shovels, and woven bags, surged up the back mountain in a mighty wave. The entire mountainside was covered with heads.

The largest wholesale market for Chinese medicinal herbs in the neighboring county.

Lin Fu parked ten empty trucks at the market entrance, where several Tiankang Group salesmen were distributing notices to merchants.

Lin Fu walked up to the largest merchant. "Thirty tons of angelica and astragalus, load them onto the truck."

The merchants waved their hands repeatedly.

"Boss, Tiankang Group just gave us a heads-up: anyone who dares to sell medicine to the Lin family can forget about doing any more medicinal herb business in Jiangnan Province. I dare not sell to them."

Lin Fu threw the black leather suitcase he was holding onto the counter and opened it directly.

It was full of bundles of 100-yuan bills.

"Twice the market price. Cash on delivery." Lin Fu looked at the merchants. "Tiankang Group can send you notices, and the Lin family can pay you. Load the truck."

The merchant stared at the box full of cash, swallowed hard, gritted his teeth, and turned to his employee, shouting, "Open the warehouse! Load the truck!"

A salesman from Tiankang Group rushed over to try to stop him, but was pushed aside by the Lin family's driver and fell into the mud.

The old factory area of ​​Kang Sheng Pharmaceutical.

Lin Dayou, shirtless, swung a sledgehammer and smashed it against the glass partition, breaking through the wall of the sterile workshop.

The expensive imported Western medicine filling line was cut off by the construction team using gas welding and dragged into the yard as scrap metal.

Rows of stoves were built with red bricks and cement. Fifty large iron pots, each two meters in diameter, were placed on top of them.

Three enforcement vehicles bearing the words "Municipal Environmental Protection Bureau" were parked at the factory gate.

Several people in uniforms got off the car, followed by two men in expensive suits.

The man in the suit pointed to the black smoke billowing from the factory area.

"Look, the Lin family is illegally renovating their pharmaceutical workshop without any permits, causing serious environmental pollution. Tiankang Group demands that this place be sealed off immediately."

The section chief from the Environmental Protection Bureau, who was leading the team, took out a seal and walked up to Lin Dayou.

"Stop work! Who gave you permission to dismantle the environmental protection equipment without authorization? Put out the fire immediately!"

Lin Dayou slammed the sledgehammer into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. "It's the Lin family's factory, we can modify it however we want. Get out!"

The section chief's face darkened. "Violent resistance to law enforcement? Believe me or not, I'll shut down your sand quarry in Tazhai as well!"

Lin Ting walked out of the factory area, leaning on a walnut wood cane.

Lin Ting walked up to the section chief, took out a document, and threw it on the hood of the car.

"Over the past three years, Kang Sheng Pharmaceuticals has been directly discharging untreated chemical waste into groundwater."

This pollution discharge record and your bureau's exemption permit both have signatures. If you want to shut down the factory, arrest the people who signed them first.

The section chief glanced at the document, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

The man in the suit stepped forward.

"Lin Ting, don't be arrogant. Tiankang Group has taken over the medical channels in the entire province. Even if you manage to brew the traditional Chinese medicine, no hospital will dare to use it. Wei Xiaoxiao is doomed."

Lin Ting looked at the man in the suit. "The Lin family's medicines won't be used in your hospital. Get out."

The section chief stuffed the documents into his bag, turned around and got into the car. The man in the suit, his face ashen, could only follow him away.

One after another, farm tricycles drove into the factory area, carrying piles of red vines covered in fresh soil.

Hundreds of Lin family wives sat on small stools, their hands covered in mud, washing and cutting the vines.

A large fire was lit, and dozens of large pots boiled simultaneously. The strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine soared into the sky, completely masking the original smell of disinfectant in the factory area.

Lin Ting stood by the stove, while Lao Wei stirred the pot with a large iron ladle, sweat mixed with black ash flowing down his neck.

Lin Fu walked up to Lin Ting and handed him a list.

"Grandpa, the amount of medicinal herbs consumed is too large. After boiling these fifty batches, there will be more than ten tons of dregs left. These dregs are both bitter and poisonous, what should we do with them?"

Lin Ting looked at the bubbling, dark brown liquid in the pot. "Find leak-proof metal buckets, pack it all up, and transport it back to the back mountain. Bury it under the golden fruit tree."

Lin Fu was taken aback. "Buried under the fruit tree? Won't that poison the golden fruit?"

Lin Ting tapped his cane. "The medicinal properties of the Crimson Blood Vine are potent, and the residue from its decoction makes excellent fertilizer."

Once the golden fruit has fully mastered this ingredient, when it bears fruit at the end of the year, it will be able to crush all the health supplements on the market.

Not a single ounce can be allowed to leak out. Anyone who dares to steal the dregs of the medicine will be punished according to clan rules.

Lin Fu nodded. "I'll arrange for a convoy to pick up the metal barrels immediately."

At two o'clock in the morning, the first pot of medicinal juice was boiled into a thick, dark brown color.

Old Wei took a stainless steel insulated container, filled it with a large ladle, and his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't close the lid.

Guest rooms in the backyard of Tazhai Ancestral Hall.

Wei Xiaoxiao lay on the wooden bed, her face pale, with an oxygen tube inserted into her nose, and next to her was a vital signs monitor that Lin Fei had snatched from the hospital.

Old Wei sat on the edge of the bed, holding a porcelain bowl. He blew on the medicine to cool it down and carefully fed it to Wei Xiaoxiao with a spoon.

Wei Xiaoxiao frowned and swallowed half a bowl of medicine.

Old Wei put down his bowl and stared nervously at his daughter.

Less than a minute later, Wei Xiaoxiao suddenly convulsed and her eyes rolled back. She turned her head and spat a mouthful of black blood onto the white sheets.