Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

The only sound in the ward was Song Xianglan's soft breathing.

Fang Jinming and Bao Huaihua, who were in the two beds next to each other, ate the most delicious meal they had ever had, and their families also enjoyed a meal that was even more delicious than during the Chinese New Year.

Both families were extremely grateful to Song Xianglan.

I kept a close eye on what was happening here, wanting to do what I could to help.

The door was pushed open.

Four people barged in without knocking.

The man in the lead was burly with a fierce face, carrying an oil paper package and two dry, white steamed buns.

"Is she Aunt Song from the South?"

Hu Dapao strode to the bedside, his voice booming.

Chen Zui slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at the other person. "Who are you? Making such a racket, your eyes look like they're covered in dog poop. Why are you barging in here if you don't know anyone?"

Hu Dapao was momentarily speechless, and his anger instantly surged to his head.

He was used to running rampant in this area and had never seen anyone so disrespectful.

He sized up Chen Zui; he wasn't very tall, but he was dressed neatly like a scholar.

He glanced again at the skinny Song Tingting beside him.

They felt that the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled in the room posed no threat.

How did his parents end up in the police station?

Hu Dapao threw the half-pound donkey roll in his hand onto the bedside table.

He pulled over a stool and sat down.

The wooden stool made a harsh, scraping sound.

"I'm from the Hu family. I'm telling you outsiders, you don't understand the rules of Beijing." Hu Dapao crossed his legs, his tone arrogant. "It's illegal for individual business owners to set up stalls in front of shopping malls."

My dad was doing his job for the government.

The rules of the capital city are the rules of the capital city; you outsiders shouldn't break them.

Besides, it was your mother who started it; at most, it's called mutual fighting. If we really investigate, your mother will be in jail too.

Chen was even more disdainful.

"The Qing Dynasty is long gone; you've cried at the wrong grave. Ten years ago, would you have dared to be so concerned about your master's rules?"

Hu Dapao despised these intellectuals the most.

He pulled a crumpled piece of paper and a ballpoint pen from his pocket.

Slap it on the small table.

"Considering you're from out of town and don't know any better, we won't bother with it. Just sign this 'no further action' agreement, and we'll consider this matter closed. From now on, no one in this area will bother you."

"If you don't sign, the consequences... to be honest, you can't afford to mess with them."

"Go around asking around the whole city, and you'll find that everyone has some powerful connections. We don't want to end up being kicked out in a sorry state."

Song Tingting sneered, picked up the paper, and glanced at it.

"What are you dreaming about in broad daylight with your teeth showing? Go out and get some sun, then no one will call you an idiot."

Chen Zui took the paper and crumpled it into a ball with his fingertips.

He threw it into the spittoon next to him. "We'll do whatever the police station says. If you have nothing to do, get out of here. You're all talking nonsense."

Hu Erpao's wife chimed in from behind.

"Hey, how can you talk like that, young man? We brought gifts to sincerely apologize."

If you know what's good for you, you can sign the papers and we'll cover your medical expenses.

If you don't know your place, you out-of-towners are unfamiliar with Beijing; be careful you don't run into trouble.

Song Tingting retorted, "What can you do if you don't know what's good for you?"

This will leave a criminal record for your family, which will affect your children's education, employment, military service, and Party membership in the future.

My mom is a victim. We have all the time in the world to fight you to the death and see who comes to an end first.

"Go ahead and use your connections. If you can't find them, I'll give you a way. Go to the imperial mausoleum and dig up your old master's bones to plead for him; maybe that will carry some weight."

This hit Hu Dapao's weak spot.

People living under the imperial city walls are most afraid of having a stain on their records.

Hu Dapao gritted his teeth.

He toned down his arrogance somewhat. "My family isn't Manchu, and that old man has nothing to do with us. We'll pay for his medical expenses, is that alright?"

Song Tingting pointed to the empty food box on the bedside table, "You have to cover the food expenses too."

Hu Erpao's wife quickly nodded, "Yes, we absolutely have to."

The factory leaders had given them a strict order: if they affected overseas Chinese investment, their entire family would be criminals who hindered reform and opening up.

A fight can be turned into an obstacle to reform and opening up.

They also felt wronged.

The fights used to be much fiercer than this; the worst one was when the other family was bleeding and crawling between each other's legs.

Even though their children suffered all kinds of bullying, nothing happened to them.

One brick was enough to humiliate their entire family. Sure enough, some people in the South are short but full of tricks. They're incapable of fighting, so they resort to underhanded tactics.

"Let's talk about it when my mom wakes up," Song Tingting said, crossing her arms.

Hu Dapao is an impatient person.

Seeing that Song Xianglan was sleeping soundly, he felt that the old woman was pretending to avoid trouble.

He strode forward and slammed his large palm down on Song Xianglan's shoulder.

"Wake up, wake up!"

Song Xianglan had actually been awake for a while and was eagerly waiting for an opportunity.

"Ah—help! Murder!"

Song Xianglan opened her mouth and let out a blood-curdling scream.

She convulsed violently on the hospital bed, clutching her bandaged head, curling up into a ball, trembling uncontrollably.

As luck would have it, the ward door was suddenly pushed open.

The attending physician was leading two police officers wearing red armbands into the room to check on the situation.

When the police entered the room, they saw Hu Dapao bending over and assaulting the victim who was lying on the bed.

One of the police officers reacted very quickly, rushing forward to grab Hu Dapao by the collar and executing a swift over-the-shoulder throw.

Hu Dapao crashed onto the concrete ground.

It made a muffled sound.

Click.

The metal handcuffs were locked directly onto Hu Dapao's wrists.

"We told you to get the victim's forgiveness, not to come here to threaten and assault her," the police officer reprimanded sternly.

Hu Dapao lay on the ground, half his face pressed against the floor tiles, completely bewildered.

"No... Officer, this is a misunderstanding. I was trying to wake her up..."

Song Xianglan opened her eyes, her eyes red-rimmed, and pointed at Hu Dapao, starting to yell: "Your physique is like Marshal Tianpeng gaining weight, are you trying to beat me to death so you won't have to pay me much? Tingting, beat him to death!"

Without needing any further instructions from Song Xianglan, Song Tingting stepped forward and kicked Hu Dapao twice in the face.

Two shoe prints on the right cheek.

"I almost lost my mother. You have a terrible temper. You came in threatening to kill us, saying that your ancestors in the capital were protecting you. I just find it strange that even though we've been liberated for decades, there are still people who are attached to those feudal dregs."

The police officer's eyes blazed with anger. "I've had too many good days. I want to go back."

Chen crossed his arms.

"Officer, this is terrifying. Their kind of thinking is unacceptable. If this happened where we were, we would definitely..." He made a slapping motion.

Hu Dapao's wife was so frightened that she couldn't think straight.

She quickly waved her hand, "No... really no. My husband just wanted to wake this lady up. He's quick-tempered, but kind-hearted and doesn't have a bad temper."

"Did you connect with a shaman, or is there a conflict between your left and right hemispheres?"

Song Xianglan sat on the bed, clutching her chest and panting heavily. "I was so dizzy just now, and when he hit me like that, it even brought my great-grandmother out of the world."

Song Xianglan started moaning and groaning again.

Fang Jinming, who was in the next bed, testified, "Officer, I can testify that these four men came in looking fierce and menacing. They said they were going to skin this old lady, throw her bones into the latrine, and then make meat buns from her flesh and force her to eat them."

Bao Huaihua also chimed in.

He has an extremely loud voice.

"Yes, I heard that too. They also said that this girl looks young and could definitely be sold for several hundred yuan if sent to the mountains. They also insulted the young man in the suit, saying he looked like an unevolved monkey and would be rejected even if sent to a mine."

Chen Zui's face darkened.

Please refrain from personal attacks when offering help.

He's like a monkey that hasn't evolved properly; he's clearly darker-skinned, healthier, and thinner with a more balanced physique.

Song Tingting was also stunned.

These two patients wanted to be able to eat more meat in the future.

This scene has been overdone.

The Hu family cried out in distress, "They're talking nonsense! We've only just met, what right do they have to slander us like this?"

Fang Jinming retorted confidently.

"We just can't stand old bullies like you. We are locals, that's true, but if you trace our ancestors back, we are all migrants who fled famine. Why should we bully other migrants? People like you should be arrested."

The police officer, his face ashen, dragged Hu Dapao up from the ground.

"Tell us your grievances at the police station."

Song Tingting picked up the paper bag containing the donkey roll and threw it into Hu Erpao's arms.

"Get out of here with this half-pound piece of junk. If you want forgiveness, at least show some sincerity. Who are you trying to fool with this stuff that even stray dogs wouldn't eat?"

Song Xianglan got out of bed and grabbed Hu Dapao, slapping him several times.

"The more I think about it, the angrier I get. The old lady's revenge is timely, and I have to fight back for my blood pressure."

The police officers watched as she slapped Hu Dapao seven or eight times and even kicked him before they finally dragged him away.

The Hu family members clenched their fists.

For the first time, I felt a sense of powerlessness, like an old eunuch visiting a brothel, and was led out of the ward dejectedly.

Song Xianglan leaned back against the pillows and smiled as she looked at the two neighboring houses.

"That's right, let's have an extra meal tonight. We'll also order a pot of lamb spine hot pot."

Fang Jinming and Bao Huaihua exchanged a glance, beaming with joy.

I was thinking to myself, "What about this older sister's food expenses?"

The Hu family is definitely going to lose money.

That black monkey may look like it came from a coal mine, but in the countryside, it's the kind of guy who'd be destined to be a bachelor—it's got the skills and the luck to be born into such a family.

The entire overseas Chinese community that returned to China came to invest.