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

The sound of the porcelain bowl shattering echoed through the guest room.

Old Wei lunged toward the bedside, gripping the edge of the wooden bed tightly with both hands, his eyes bloodshot.

"Xiaoxiao!" Old Wei reached out to wipe the black blood from Wei Xiaoxiao's mouth.

The attending physician from the First People's Hospital of the city, who had returned to Tazhai with Lin Fei, rushed forward and shoved Lao Wei aside.

He grabbed the stethoscope next to him and pressed it against Wei Xiaoxiao's chest.

"Drug poisoning! These grass roots and tree bark of unknown origin directly destroyed her organs!"

The doctor yelled at Lao Wei, then turned to look at Lin Fei standing at the door.

"Quickly unplug the oxygen tube and connect the gastric lavage machine! Another minute and the person will be dead!"

Old Wei's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground. Lin Fei walked over, grabbed Old Wei by the back of his collar with one hand, and lifted him up with a swift motion.

Several loyal men blocked the entrance to the hospital, but none of them touched the gastric lavage machine.

The doctor was so anxious he was jumping up and down, reaching for the oxygen concentrator tube by the bedside.

Lin Ting walked to the bedside, tapping his walnut cane on the bluestone slab with a dull sound.

"Don't touch her," Lin Ting said.

"This can kill someone!" the doctor exclaimed, pointing to the pool of dark blood on the sheet. "That's a symptom of internal organ bleeding!"

"Wait." Lin Ting looked at Wei Xiaoxiao on the bed, rolling the two walnuts in his hand back and forth.

The doctor was so angry that his face turned ashen, and he took two steps back, bumping into the chair.

He glanced at the baton at Lin Fei's waist, swallowed hard, and dared not take another step forward.

The only sound in the guest room was the rapid beeping of the vital signs monitor, which was terrifying to hear.

Two minutes later, the beeping slowed down and became regular and steady.

The doctor was stunned, staring intently at the screen.

The blood oxygen saturation level slowly climbed from 80% to 96%, and the heart rate dropped back to 75 beats per minute.

Wei Xiaoxiao twitched her fingers twice, opened her eyes, rolled her eyes, and looked at Old Wei beside her.

"Dad, I'm so hungry, I want to drink some plain porridge." Wei Xiaoxiao said softly.

Old Wei slapped himself hard across the face, the sound was loud, and half of his face swelled up.

He then realized he wasn't dreaming and scrambled to the bedside.

"Doctor! Come quick!" Old Wei shouted to the back.

The doctor held up the portable lancet and pricked Wei Xiaoxiao's fingertip, squeezing out a few drops of blood onto the rapid test strip. He then inserted the blood sample into the handheld blood routine analyzer he had brought.

Five minutes later, the analyzer ejected a palm-sized piece of white paper.

The doctor stared at the piece of paper, his hands trembling so much he could barely hold it. The paper fell to the ground.

"Impossible," the doctor muttered to himself, squatting down to pick up the form again and holding it to his eyes.

"The red blood cell count has doubled, the white blood cell count has returned to normal, and platelets have begun to clump together. Hematopoietic stem cells have been reactivated."

The doctor turned his head and looked at Lin Ting.

"What exactly did you feed her just now? Even the most advanced targeted drugs from the Mitsui Group can't achieve this kind of cell-level repair!" the doctor's voice cracked.

Lin Ting ignored him. He turned to look at Old Wei.

"Take your daughter to Tazhai to recuperate. Those big pots are still boiling water; give her a bowl every day for half a month," Lin Ting instructed.

Old Wei slammed his head against the bluestone slab, scraping his forehead.

"Grandpa! You gave the Wei family a second life!" Old Wei raised his head, his face covered in blood.

"I'll personally oversee the progress at Hongtu Factory! Even if they have to scrape off the meat to make steel, I'll still get you the knives and machine tools!"

"Go ahead." Lin Ting walked towards the door.

The large square in front of the Tazhai Ancestral Hall was bustling with people.

The village chiefs, women's directors, and able-bodied men from all eighteen villages have arrived.

More than 20,000 people packed the square to the brim, and even the walls were filled with children.

Five heavy trucks bearing the logo of Lin's Logistics were lined up in a row and parked in the center of the square.

Lin Ting walked to the threshold of the ancestral hall and sat on the century-old armchair.

Lin Fu, holding a megaphone, walked to the truck. Lin Dabiao, leading a hundred Zhongtang men, stood on either side of the truck.

"Lift the cloth!" Lin Fu shouted.

Five loyal men climbed onto the carriage, grabbed the black rainproof canvas, and pulled hard.

Bundles of 100-yuan bills, sealed in plastic film, were piled up into small mountains.

One hundred and fifty million in cash gleamed blindingly in the midday sun.

The square fell silent; many of the older generation of the Lin family had never seen so much money in their lives.

"Grandpa said!" Lin Fu shouted through a megaphone, his voice so loud it hurt people's ears.

"During this period, we fought against Hongfa, cleared out the county town, seized the docks, and guarded the factories. Everyone risked their lives to serve the Lin family."

With the downfall of the Sanyi Society, the Lin family has taken over most of the spoils from the county and prefecture-level cities!

Lin Fu turned his head and pointed to the mountains of cash.

"This is the real money our Lin family has earned! Dividends will be distributed according to each account!"

Regardless of gender or age, as long as one's surname is Lin, or one marries into the Lin family, everyone gets a share!

Those present today will receive cash. Those working on construction sites outside will have their cards swiped!

The square was quiet for a moment, then erupted into a deafening roar.

"Long live the Grandfather!"

"We swear to serve our ancestor to the death!"

Several elderly village chiefs, leaning on their canes, tears streaming down their faces, led the way in kneeling down in the direction of the ancestral hall.

More than 20,000 people knelt down in unison and kowtowed heavily to Lin Ting.

Lin Ting picked up the purple clay teapot on the table, took a sip of hot tea, and spun the walnuts rapidly in his palm.

[System notification: The Lin clan's cohesion has reached its maximum, and loyalty has exceeded the limit.]

[System Notification: Clan assets have been significantly liquidated and distributed to clan members. Clan prosperity level has surged by 8,000 points.]

[Current Prosperity Balance: 16,000 points.]

The numbers on the panel in my mind were jumping wildly; this was even more exaggerated than the prosperity I could earn by opening a factory on my own.

The will of the people is the core standard by which this system judges prosperity.

"Line up! Those whose names are called, come forward to collect your money!" Lin Dabiao held the roster and banged on the metal carriage next to him.

Families walked forward with beaming smiles. Each person held more than a dozen bundles of red banknotes in their hands.

On the wall, several seventeen or eighteen-year-old Lin family youths were using the latest smartphones to repeatedly press the camera button on the trucks loaded with cash.

"What are you filming for! Hurry up and come down to line up for your money!" Lin Facai, with his beer belly, walked over and kicked the wall.

"Uncle Cai, post this on your WeChat Moments to open the eyes of those people outside."

A young man pressed the send button, and the title read: [Lin's first wave of year-end dividends: the small goal of 100 million yuan has been achieved ahead of schedule].

That 15-second high-definition video was transmitted via mobile network to engineering and logistics groups in the prefecture-level city, and finally forwarded layer by layer, jumping into the WeChat chat boxes of several big bosses in the provincial capital.

The profit-sharing meeting lasted until 3 PM. Half the money had been distributed.

Lin Ting sat in the armchair with his eyes closed, resting, when Lin Fu rushed in from outside the door, clutching a constantly vibrating cell phone.

"Grandpa!" Lin Fu's voice was loud, drowning out the voices calling names in the square.

Lin Ting opened his eyes.

"It's a call from Sun Jianguo." Lin Fu lowered his voice and handed over the phone.

"The deputy director of the independent inspection team from the Provincial Construction Commission, along with people from the Provincial Heavy Equipment Inspection Bureau, arrived in the prefecture-level city ahead of schedule."