All the heavens begin with the love in the courtyard.

Hou Su'e stared blankly at Han Chunming, somewhat incredulous and questioning her own existence.

Seeing this, Han Chunming finally became a little annoyed and scolded him.

"Have you lost your mind? Did you hear what I said?"

Hou Su'e suddenly came to her senses and quickly replied.

"Can...can you really save him?"

Han Chunming nodded somewhat impatiently and said.

"100% certain!"

Hou Su'e finally came to her senses and hurriedly crawled to Han Chunming's side, kneeling on the ground and pleading in a trembling voice.

"I'll do anything you ask, anything you ask, just please save him! Please, please save him!"

Han Chunming impatiently moved aside before speaking sternly.

"My request is simple: go back to your father's house now, kneel in front of him and admit your mistakes sincerely. Then kowtow a hundred times. If you do that, I guarantee I can cure your husband!"

Han Chunming's words stunned Hou Su'e. She looked at Han Chunming in disbelief. Seeing his serious expression, Hou Su'e's facial muscles twitched a few times. Her eyes seemed to harden, and she took a deep breath and said.

"Okay, I'll admit my mistake, I'll kneel down, I'll do anything to save him!"

At this point, Hou Su'e was completely desperate. She didn't even bother to verify Han Chunming's identity. All she knew was that if she knelt down, there was still a sliver of hope. If she didn't, her husband wouldn't last more than a few days.

Seeing this, Han Chunming nodded and said.

"Okay, if you do it, then I'll keep my word. I'll bring the medicine tomorrow and guarantee to cure your husband. That's all for now, I'll be there tomorrow!"

After saying that, Han Chunming didn't even look at Hou Su'e, turned around and left. For this kind of woman, you have to completely crush her inner pride.

What right does she have to act arrogantly towards the ragpicker Hou?

Even if the father and daughter reconcile, they will never be as close as biological father and daughter again, but Han Chunming only needs to help the ragpicker Hou resolve this knot in his heart.

If she doesn't intervene, given Hou Su'e's current circumstances, her husband will almost certainly die, and she herself might also take her own life. Even if she doesn't, the relationship between her and the ragpicker Hou will never be resolved in this lifetime.

Between father and daughter, hatred lasts a lifetime, and in the end, both will suffer. Regardless of whether the other is doing well or not, they will suffer inner turmoil and eventually die in depression.

People should just be happy. Broken-up Hou is over fifty years old, it's time for him to be more open-minded. Maybe I can even find him a second spring. An old cow might still be in love!

Watching Han Chunming's retreating figure, Hou Su'e was momentarily dazed. Then she turned back to look at her husband on the bed, turned around, and followed him out the door.

Hou Su'e followed Han Chunming out of the alley and then called out to him.

Han Chunming turned around and glanced at her, but didn't say anything.

Hou Su'e mustered her courage, walked up to him, and whispered.

"I'm going to my dad's place now. You can come with me. If he gets angry, please try to calm him down!"

Han Chunming glanced at her, then nodded and said.

"Alright, let's go then!"

The two then returned to the alley where the ragpicker lived. They pushed open the door and saw the ragpicker sitting in a chair, staring blankly into space. The food and wine on the table were still untied.

Upon seeing Hou Su'e suddenly appear, the ragged Hou finally came to his senses. Just as he was about to scold her, Hou Su'e suddenly knelt down in front of him.

The ragged Hou was a little stunned. Before he could figure out what was going on, he saw Hou Su'e start kowtowing. One, two, three times, her forehead hitting the stone slab with a dull thud. It was clear that Hou Su'e was really kowtowing.

Seeing this, the ragged Hou came to his senses and, instead of trying to stop him, just stared blankly.

After kowtowing more than twenty times, Hou Su'e's forehead began to turn red and blue. After kowtowing a few more times, red blood began to seep from her forehead. However, Hou Su'e seemed not to feel any pain and continued to kowtow. The bloodstains on her forehead became more and more obvious, and gradually a layer of red appeared on the ground and the stone slab.

At this point, the heart of the ragged Hou finally began to beat again. The pain and turmoil on his face made his eyes red. When Hou Su'e kowtowed for the forty-fifth time, she finally felt dizzy and her vision blurred. She swayed her body, but still managed to lift her head and kowtow to the ragged Hou again.

Finally, the broken-down Hou's Dao heart collapsed. He stood up, trembling all over, and walked up to Hou Su'e with slight trembling.

Reaching her, Hou Su'e raised her head once more, blood streaming down her forehead, staining her eyes red. Seeing the ragged Hou standing before her, she didn't stop, struggling to raise her head and continue kowtowing to him.

Finally, the ragged Marquis couldn't hold back any longer. He stepped forward and grabbed her, calling out in a trembling voice.

"Stop kowtowing! Stop kowtowing!"

Hou Su'e was already extremely weak at this moment. With this support, she could not stand up at all and fell onto Hou's tattered arm. She struggled to open her eyes, looked at her own father, and mumbled something in a daze.

"Dad, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was really wrong, sob sob..."

When Hou Su'e started crying, even the ragged Hou couldn't hold back his already moist eyes and started crying too. The father and daughter hugged each other and wept bitterly, a truly heartwarming scene of filial piety.

Han Chunming suddenly appeared at the door, a smile playing on his lips. Humans are just so perverse!

Han Chunming didn't go in to disturb them. He turned around and left. Since he had promised Hou Su'e, he would keep his word!

Han Chunming turned and headed to the pharmacy to prepare. In the original novel, Hou Su'e's husband seemed to have passed away a few years later. Han Chunming didn't remember very clearly. Who would care when a supporting character's husband died?

But I'm sure I can heal his leg injury. As for the future, we'll talk about it later. I'm not her father, why should I care so much?

And so, Han Chunming spent half a day preparing anti-inflammatory medicine and bone-setting powder, personally set the other person's bones, personally cleaned the wound, and finally instructed on the use of the medicine. It took him a week of back and forth to finally get it done.

He originally wanted to leave some money for Hou Su'e to help her family with their temporary difficulties, but after Hou Su'e kowtowed and admitted her mistake last time, the relationship between the father and daughter has eased a bit.

Even the ragpicker Hou took out his meager savings and went to an antique shop overnight, selling a few bottles and jars and giving Hou Su'e more than two hundred yuan.

Now that Hou Su'e had money, Han Chunming didn't stand on ceremony and prescribed her some tonics, instructing her to decoct and administer them to her husband every day. With both internal and external treatments, her husband would be able to get out of bed in at most two months.

Hou Su'e breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her husband's fever had subsided and he was in much better spirits. With her father's help, her family was sure to get through this difficult time.

When Han Chunming saw Hou Su'e's relieved expression, he wasn't particularly happy. Instead, he sternly warned her not to bother her father unnecessarily in the future.

Marquis Polan's life hasn't been too good. He's finally made it through a few good days, so he shouldn't go and cause trouble for others again.

Hou Su'e readily agreed, looking at Han Chunming with a complicated expression. She still couldn't figure out what the young man's true identity was.

She learned from her father that this young man was a very capable person, and she has now witnessed it firsthand. His medical skills alone are enough to inspire admiration. She had previously consulted a hospital about her husband's illness, and the cost was at least several hundred yuan, with no guarantee of a complete cure.

This young man was able to cure her husband's illness with a simple concoction of medicine powder. Most importantly, he looked quite young, which made Hou Su'e both curious and afraid of him.

Han Chunming didn't think that much about it. The only reason he wanted to get rid of the ragpicker was because he was annoyed by him. After all, he still had to collect rags with the ragpicker, and seeing him with a long face every day would affect his mood.

Having resolved the trouble here, Han Chunming still had to deal with the trouble from Master Huang's side.

This week, he was so busy that he didn't even have time to see Qi Siqiao. Next time they meet, he'll definitely have to give her a good kiss to make up for it.

Before he knew it, it was time for Master Huang to retire from his life of crime. Han Chunming took a day off and rode his bicycle there.

Qi Siqiao had already informed him in advance. Her father, Master Huang, had appointed him to be the chef, and all the dishes were prepared for him; they were just waiting for him to arrive.

Master Huang didn't make a big fuss about retiring from his life of crime. He simply set up a few tables in the courtyard where Han Chunming had eaten last time. Clearly, Old Man Huang was aware of his own status and didn't dare to be too ostentatious.

But no matter how low-key he tries to be, given Master Huang's status, for such a significant event as retiring from the underworld, he would have to invite all the prominent figures in the martial arts world.

When Han Chunming arrived, he saw a group of old men squatting at the door smoking pipes. Amidst the swirling smoke, several bald heads could be seen in and out of sight. Han Chunming found it inexplicably amusing.

These bald men all looked like they were shaved by the same shaver. Their heads were smooth and clean, without a single hair left. Even their eyebrows and beards were shaved off completely, making them look particularly comical!

When the old men saw Han Chunming appear, they immediately stood up. They thought Han Chunming was just passing by. One of the old men put on airs and scolded him.

"I wasn't looking around blindly! Be careful, or I'll break your legs!"

Han Chunming smiled, not angry at all, and quickly got off the car, pushing the bicycle and saying with a smile.

"Gentlemen, I'm sorry, but I'm the chef hired by Master Huang. He's put me in charge of cooking today!"

The group sized up Han Chunming. Seeing that he looked young and that he had been invited by Master Huang, they immediately lowered their guard, opened the door, and let Han Chunming in.

Han Chunming nodded, smiled, and pushed his bicycle into the yard.

Upon entering the courtyard, several tables and chairs had already been set up, and groups of people were sitting on the chairs eating sunflower seeds. When they saw Han Chunming, a complete stranger at the door, they all turned their attention to him.

However, at this moment, Huang Wuye's godsons also saw Han Chunming. Their expressions stiffened slightly, and they quickly stepped forward.

Han Chunming greeted the group with a smile, then parked his bicycle and took out a packaged condiment from the back seat. He had specially prepared this condiment for them.

After all, Master Huang was his future father-in-law. Since he was retiring from the business, he naturally wanted to make it a grand affair. Master Huang specifically asked to cook, which clearly meant that he wanted everyone to have a good time.

Only when everyone eats and drinks to their heart's content can they have a calm and peaceful conversation. Of course, the priority is to eat and drink well first, and whether or not they can have a calm and peaceful conversation can be discussed later.

Han Chunming saw Qi Siqiao in the kitchen. She was busy killing a chicken, which was struggling and jumping around in her hands. When she saw Han Chunming come in, her face turned red.

Han Chunming quickly stepped forward, took the chicken from her hand, and said...

"I'll do these things. You go and keep your dad company!"

Qi Siqiao glanced at Han Chunming hesitantly, but seeing his doting expression, she nodded shyly, washed her hands, and prepared to leave.

Han Chunming, however, was itching to get closer and quickly brought his face close to hers.

"Little Qiao's wife, you look so beautiful today, give me a kiss!"

Qi Siqiao was both embarrassed and anxious by Han Chunming's actions. She quickly punched his shoulder with her little fists, her face flushed red, and ran out.

Han Chunming wasn't angry when he didn't succeed. He watched Qi Siqiao's figure disappear with a smile. Qi Siqiao was indeed beautiful today. She was wearing a simple blue work uniform, but she looked so charming in it.

No matter what world it is, looks still matter!

Han Chunming started humming a little tune as he busied himself preparing the food. He had to cook three tables of dishes today. Han Chunming had experience cooking large pot dishes, and he worked by himself from morning until noon. Finally, he could start serving the food.

At this moment, the ceremony of washing hands in the golden basin had been set up outside. Master Huang stood solemnly, looking at the people in the two rows of the hall.

Although we didn't make a big fuss about it today, more than twenty people still came. They were obviously divided into several teams, each standing in a different position. Most of them were over forty years old, and there were very few young people.

At the very front of these people sat several old men of similar age to Master Huang. These old men were particularly conspicuous, as they were all bald. Master Huang looked at the old men with a serious expression. Several of his godson stood beside him, and Qi Siqiao also stood to the side.

Han Chunming had already divided the dishes into bowls and was just waiting to put them on the table. Hearing that the ceremony of washing hands in the golden basin had already begun outside, he suddenly became interested. Wearing an apron, he stood at the door with a smile and watched the scene inside.

At this moment, an incense table was placed on the table in front of the hall, and a gleaming bronze basin was also placed on the table.

Master Huang looked serious, glanced around the hall, and then called out to the crowd.

"Welcome everyone to witness my retirement ceremony. I express my gratitude. Today, I, Huang Shih-hao, hereby announce that I am retiring from the underworld and will no longer participate in its affairs. I only wish to live a peaceful life. I invite all my fellow underworld members to witness this!"

After finishing speaking, Master Huang took the incense sticks handed to him by his godson, stepped forward a few paces, and placed them on the incense table.

After lighting the incense, he bowed three times to the incense table, and his godson and Qi Siqiao around him also bowed.

After a series of actions, Master Huang rolled up his sleeves and began to wash his hands in the "golden basin" when a voice suddenly rang out from below.

"Wait a minute!"

Upon hearing the voice, everyone turned to look in the direction from which it was spoken.

Han Chunming also looked up and saw that the one who spoke was one of the bald men. This man was tall and strong. Although he looked to be in his early sixties, he weighed at least 250 pounds. He must have been a tough guy when he was young. After he finished speaking, he stood up, glanced at Master Huang, and snorted.

"Fifth Master, have you forgotten something? You've retired from the life of crime, shouldn't you make arrangements for the wealth you've accumulated over the years?"