Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

The horrific scene in the backyard caused an uproar throughout the entire courtyard.

Qin Huairu hugged the stick with blood blisters all over its buttocks and cried her heart out.

Ignoring her aching back from the fall, Jia Zhangshi limped over and started cursing at Xu Damao's chicken coop.

They claimed that Xu Damao should pay for medical expenses and that the mad chicken should be killed and used to make soup for Bang Geng to nourish his body.

Yi Zhonghai had a headache from the noise.

But as he looked at the neighbors watching the commotion in the yard, a calculating glint flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

This is a great opportunity to establish my authority as an elder and, incidentally, suppress that wicked kid Zhang Huaimin.

"Alright! Stop arguing!"

Yi Zhonghai shouted loudly, displaying the demeanor of an eighth-grade worker in the workshop.

"Sister-in-law Jia, first have Huai Ru take Bang Geng to the clinic to get some gentian violet applied."

"Zhu Zi, go to the front yard and move a few tables."

"Something's gotten a little weird going on tonight. Since we're all here, let's have a hospital-wide meeting!"

Sha Zhu listened to Yi Zhonghai the most, and immediately went to move tables and chairs.

Ten minutes later, an eight-immortal table was placed in the very center of the courtyard.

The three elderly men in the courtyard took their seats in turn.

An elderly man named Yi Zhonghai sat in the center, holding his enamel teacup.

Uncle Liu Haizhong, with his large belly, sat on the left, holding a notebook in his hand with an air of importance.

The third uncle, Yan Bugui, sat on the right, his beady green eyes darting around behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

Almost everyone in the hospital, except for Qin Huairu and her son who were there, gathered around.

Five-year-old Zhang Huaimin was made to stand on the open ground directly in front of the octagonal table.

He was all alone.

He was still tightly clutching the plaque that read "Great virtue carries all things" in his arms.

The night breeze made the small figure look rather frail.

But there was not a trace of fear on Zhang Huaimin's face.

He even took out a candied hawthorn that Director Wang had given him from his pocket and licked it with relish.

"Ahem!"

Yi Zhonghai cleared his throat, and the entire courtyard immediately fell silent.

He first glanced at Zhang Huaimin, then put on a pained expression.

"Two things happened in our compound tonight!"

"Aunt Jia tried to help but fell into the water trough; and Banggeng, that child, was also seriously injured by the rooster!"

"Our Hongxing Courtyard has always been an advanced compound, emphasizing respect for the elderly, care for the young, and mutual assistance among neighbors!"

Yi Zhonghai's tone suddenly turned serious as he said this.

"But look at this child. When an elder falls to the ground, he doesn't even bother to help them up."

"The chicken pecked at the stalk of the stick, and he was clapping and cheering!"

"Zhang Dashan is a good comrade, but this kid needs to be disciplined!"

Yi Zhonghai's accusations were extremely serious.

It directly exposes the Jia family's heinous acts of seizing houses and money, and stealing chickens with sticks.

It was casually downplayed and turned into "helping out of kindness" and "accident."

Instead, all the blame was directed at Zhang Huaimin, who was only five years old.

He quickly chimed in, peeking through the gaps in his bangs:

"Old Yi is right! This child has moral problems and must be severely criticized and educated!"

Liu Haizhong is an official-minded person.

He didn't care about right or wrong; as long as he could agree with Yi Zhonghai, it would make him, as the second uncle, seem powerful.

Yan Bugui remained silent, adjusted his glasses, and acted as if it were none of his business.

He was waiting, waiting for Yi Zhonghai to reveal his ultimate goal.

Seeing that he had laid the groundwork enough, Yi Zhonghai finally revealed his true colors.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip of water, and said earnestly:

"Huaimin, you are still young. It's a waste of national resources for you to live in two large brick houses by yourself."

"Besides, the elderly folks are worried about you living alone."

"Look at the Jia family, three generations, five people, crammed into one room. How difficult is that?"

"The old man has made the decision. You can vacate that side room in your house and let the Jia family live there."

"Aunt Jia can also take care of your daily life."

"Don't you all think this is a win-win situation?"

These words caused an uproar throughout the entire college.

Many neighbors were whispering among themselves downstairs.

Everyone knew exactly what was going on.

This isn't taking care of orphans; it's blatant robbery of martyrs' property!

Everyone in the courtyard knows what kind of person Jia Zhangshi is.

If Jia Zhangshi were to move in, would Xiao Huaimin have any chance of survival?

However, they were intimidated by Yi Zhonghai's status as an eighth-grade worker in the factory and his prestige in the compound.

Not a single person dared to stand up and say a word of justice for Zhang Huaimin.

Sha Zhu cheered loudly, "Uncle, that's a brilliant idea! That's what you call showing neighborly kindness!"

Faced with this disgusting moral blackmail.

Zhang Huaimin neither cried nor made a scene.

He just stood there quietly and took another lick of the candied hawthorn.

Those clear, large eyes stared intently at Yi Zhonghai.

"System, integrate 'Basic Traditional Chinese Medicine Observation Techniques'!"

Zhang Huaimin silently recited it in his heart.

[Ding! Basic Traditional Chinese Medicine observation technique successfully integrated!]

In an instant, the world before Zhang Huaimin's eyes changed.

In his eyes, Yi Zhonghai's sanctimonious face instantly disintegrated into various meridian diagrams of blood and qi circulation.

Excessive liver fire leads to depletion of kidney essence.

Especially in the lower abdomen, the flow of qi and blood is so stagnant that it's like a pool of dead water.

A barely perceptible sneer curled at the corner of Zhang Huaimin's mouth.

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder Yi Zhonghai has never been able to have children.

Congenital obstruction of the vas deferens, coupled with years of poor blood circulation, led to severe asthenospermia.

In later generations, this might be treatable through surgery.

But in 1958, when medical conditions were poor.

This is definitely a terminal illness!

This old man is destined to have no descendants!

This is Yi Zhonghai's biggest pain point in his life! It is also the root cause of his crazy scheming to get others to support him in his old age!

Zhang Huaimin withdrew his gaze.

He took a small step forward and looked up.

Use that most innocent, childlike tone.

She spoke in a crisp, clear voice.

"Sir, you just said you really enjoy taking care of other people's children?"

Yi Zhonghai thought he had persuaded Zhang Huaimin and nodded in satisfaction.

"Of course, Grandpa treats you and Banggeng like his own grandsons."

Zhang Huaimin blinked, then suddenly tilted his head and asked loudly:

"Grandpa, you really like other people's children."

"Why don't you have one yourself?"

The moment those words were spoken, the air in the Intermediate Court seemed to freeze instantly.

Everyone stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

In those days, calling someone "childless" was the most vicious curse.

What's more, it was done in front of the entire hospital, directly puncturing Yi Zhonghai's lung tube!

Yi Zhonghai's smile froze instantly, as if he were wearing a dead man's mask.

However, Zhang Huaimin's attacks did not end there.

He bit into a candied hawthorn, his voice crisp and clear, each word piercing to the heart:

"I heard it from Grandma Wang in the alley."

"You've been married to this old woman for so many years, and she hasn't even laid a single egg."

"Is it because you have some kind of illness that you can't have children?"

"The doctor said this disease is called 'extinction'."

"Sir, you're childless, aren't you?"

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The entire courtyard was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All eyes instantly focused on Yi Zhonghai's face.

Even Yan Bugui, who had been pretending to be invisible, was so frightened that he dropped his fan on the ground with a "thud".

Children's innocent words can be the most deadly!

This five-year-old child actually tore the cloth covering Yi Zhonghai's face to shreds in front of more than a hundred people!

Yi Zhonghai's expression changed drastically at a speed visible to the naked eye.

From white to red, from red to purple, it finally turned into iron blue.

His cloudy old eyes were now bloodshot from extreme anger and humiliation.

His chest heaved violently, like a broken bellows.

"You...you...you little beast..."

Yi Zhonghai pointed at Zhang Huaimin with trembling hands, his lips quivering so much that he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

He was very concerned about his reputation and dreamed of having a child of his own.

The word "extinction of the family line" was like a rusty, dull knife, twisting cruelly into his heart!

The blood and qi flowed backward, rushing straight to the forehead.

The entire hospital staff gasped and fell silent.

Yi Zhonghai was so angry that he trembled all over. He clutched his chest and pointed at Zhang Huaimin, stammering "you you you" for a long time. Suddenly, he felt a sweet taste in his throat.

"puff--!"

A mouthful of scarlet blood was sprayed directly onto the octagonal table in front of him.