A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

"Mr. Ding, should I take care of the hospital matters? Several of your uncles are waiting to meet you," the middle-aged man sitting next to Ding Lisheng said.

This middle-aged man is named Zhong Shuming, nicknamed "Master Advisor". On the surface, he is a well-known lawyer in the country, but in secret, he is the chief strategist of the Yihe Gang and Ding Lisheng's most trusted and capable right-hand man.

Ding Lisheng waved his hand: "Uncle's matter is not urgent, we can wait. I must see that young doctor in person. He saved my father's life and is currently in trouble, so it is only right and proper for me to go and see him first."

"That Gu Feng is so young, yet his medical skills are so remarkable..." The clerk pondered for a moment, then changed the subject, "Sir Ding, I have a somewhat immature suggestion that I'd like to share with you."

"Master, we've been friends since we were kids, how come you still can't shake this sour habit?" Ding Lisheng said with a laugh. "Just say what you have to say, don't be so polite with me."

The advisor, used to Ding Lisheng's tactics, gave a wry smile and slowly said, "Gu Feng is now seen as a thorn in the side by both the Zheng and Chu families, who want to get rid of him as soon as possible. Ding, your actions in standing up for him now are tantamount to saving him from dire straits. Although this is simply an act of repaying kindness with kindness, he will surely be grateful for this favor. In that case, why don't we take advantage of the situation to bring him over and make him our own?"

"You mean...to have him come and sit in our Yihe Gang?"

"Exactly." The advisor nodded. "The Yihe Gang is thriving, and injuries happen every few days. Some brothers get hurt but are too afraid to take them to the hospital, but we don't even have a decent doctor. If Gu Feng could become one of our men, firstly, it would be perfectly reasonable for him to be under the protection of the Yihe Gang, and secondly, it would be a great thing for the gang."

"Master is brilliant!" Ding Lisheng laughed loudly, patted the seat in front, and said, "Ah Hu, drive faster, I can't wait to meet our future doctor."

"Yes," Ah Hu replied, stepped on the gas, and the car shot off like an arrow.

Ding Lisheng was domineering and imposing in public, and his word was law; but in private, he was extremely low-key and hated extravagance and entourages. When he went out, he only had five people with him: his advisor and four bodyguards.

The advisor goes without saying. The Four Vajras were four towering, burly men—Ah Hu, Ah Long, Ah Fei, and Ah Mu. Of course, these were just nicknames; their real names would probably only be known by checking their ID cards. Each of these four could take on a hundred men, and they would shield Ding Lisheng from mountains of knives and seas of fire.

When the car arrived at the hospital, Ding Lisheng learned that Gu Feng had not only woken up, but had also slipped away.

But what's the big deal? Shenzhen may seem vast to others, but in Ding Lisheng's eyes, it's barely the size of a palm. Gu Feng could easily escape his grasp, let alone slip through his fingers.

Where Gu Feng lives is already an open secret.

Ding Lisheng was leading his men to take the elevator downstairs when he looked up and saw that Chu Hanzhong's wife, Zheng Fengjiao, was standing on the other side with three men waiting for the elevator.

When Chu Hanzhong and Zheng Fengjiao got married, it was a grand affair, with gongs, drums, lion dances, and firecrackers—they wanted the whole city to know. But their divorce was completely silent; they quietly got a marriage certificate and that was it. This is understandable—who's crazy enough to throw a banquet and announce their divorce to the world? So even now, very few people know they've divorced. Ding Lisheng naturally assumed they were still husband and wife, and the three experts still considered her the bureau chief's wife.

"Madam Chu, I'm truly sorry. We're afraid we can't do anything about your brother's injuries," Liang Jinzheng said apologetically.

"Mrs. Chu, you really didn't need to invite us. Director Zhang's abilities are no less than ours. If he can't do it, we might not have any good solutions either," Professor Wu Hao added.

"Mrs. Chu, I'm very sorry." Vice President Yu Shudong also sighed.

Zheng Fengjiao stood there blankly, unable to utter a single word. Having learned that the three experts she had hired at great expense were just as helpless as Director Zhang, she lost all interest in the matter and didn't even want to look at them anymore. The only reason she had come to see them off was in the hope that these three would be considerate enough to return the consultation fee.

Unfortunately, she was too embarrassed to speak up, and none of the three showed any intention of backing down.

Just as she gritted her teeth, preparing to shamelessly ask for it, she caught a glimpse of Ding Lisheng and his group standing to the side. She immediately turned pale, as if she had seen a ghost, and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Old hag, what are you afraid of? Do you think we'll molest you?" The advisor said irritably, then escorted Ding Lisheng into the elevator and went downstairs with the three experts who took money for nothing.

Zheng Fengjiao was so angry she nearly collapsed the hospital building.

"Damn it, treating expired breasts like treasures, who cared about seeing them when they were on public display last night?" The clerk's mouth, whether in court or in private, was so venomous it could be squeezed out of the barrel.

"We saw it all!" The three experts in the elevator dared not utter a word, but inwardly they were screaming. If these guys hadn't looked so menacing, they might have actually been interested in asking what happened last night. A free view of breasts isn't something you get to see every day.

For men with discerning tastes, Madam Chu's meal was indeed somewhat lacking. But for these three experts who had no cravings for anything and could eat anything, it was a decent appetizer. After indulging in delicacies, occasionally munching on a cornbread could be a welcome change. Moreover, this cornbread was engraved with the words "Director's Wife," making it all the more enjoyable to eat.

Ding Lisheng and his group left the hospital and headed straight for Po Lan Street.

We had already been to the Su family's house last night, and our driver, Ah Hu, knew the way well, arriving at No. 17, Lane 6, South Bolan Street in no time. However, as they walked from one end of the lane, several people approached from the other. It was clear that both groups had the same goal—the Su family's house, sandwiched in between.

It's true what they say, "enemies meet on a narrow road." Ding Lisheng's face fell the moment he saw the four people opposite him. They were none other than the Chu family: Chu Hanzhong, Chu Hanliang, Chu Hansan, and Chu Xinran.

"What are you doing here?" Ding Lisheng stared at Chu Hanzhong, his tone unfriendly.

"Hey, Ding Lisheng, do you even have a sense of reason?" Chu Hanliang stepped forward, glaring angrily. "Look closely, this is Portland Street, not your Ding family mansion. You're allowed to come here, but I'm not? You really think being a gangster is so great? Don't forget, we're the police who specialize in catching scum like you."

Chu Hanliang accompanied Chu Xinran shopping last night and wasn't there. If he had been there, he probably would have started a fight with Ding Lisheng's gang on the spot.

Chu Hanzhong, holding a high position, appears authoritative, but is actually burdened with many concerns and sometimes indecisive. Chu Hanliang, on the other hand, seems gentle, but is a powder keg at heart, ready to explode at the slightest provocation. If you anger him, he won't hesitate to attack anyone, regardless of whether they are the Emperor of Heaven or the King of Hell. Therefore, after more than a decade in the force, he remains only an ordinary criminal investigator because of his ruthless treatment of suspects. However, his reputation is directly proportional to his temper—more people know the name "Explosive Detective" Chu Hanliang than they know the Director Chu of the Longshan District Public Security Bureau.

"Oh, who's got such a temper?" The clerk stepped forward and spoke sarcastically, "Isn't this Chu Hanliang, the 'violent detective' who talks about fighting and killing even more than the gangsters? My apologies, my apologies."

"You bastard surnamed Zhong, don't you dare provoke me, or you're asking for it." Chu Hanliang pointed at the advisor, his teeth almost grinding to powder.

"You bastard surnamed Zhong, don't you dare provoke me, or you're asking for it... You bastard surnamed Zhong, don't you dare provoke me, or you're asking for it... You bastard surnamed Zhong..." The advisor sneered, raising his phone. The recording program on the screen was still running. He stared at Chu Hanliang with disdain. "Comrade Chu, did you hear that? There's a recording, there's the truth. Intimidation, I'll get you arrested in a minute."

"You bastard, you're asking for it—" Chu Hanliang roared in fury, raising his fist to strike. If Chu Hanzhong hadn't stopped him, the clerk would probably have a black eye on his face, and Chu Hanliang would likely have been charged with assault.

The scene became increasingly chaotic, and the anger escalated, threatening to spiral out of control.

Just then, a timid female voice rang out: "Uncle Ding—could you please tell them to stop making a scene?"