The entire courtyard is full of villains

"Zhang Guowei, are you fucking insane? What kind of place is Nanluoguxiang? You just opened fire right there!"

Zhang Guowei had no choice but to explain the situation again.

"Alright," the other person said impatiently, "write a statement about the shooting and hand it in. Deal with this quickly, or you'll really push that girl to hang herself in front of your police station. How will you clean up that mess then! He's just a small-time homeowner, what are you protecting him for?"

"Boss, I just want to find out the truth..." Zhang Guowei said, sounding aggrieved.

"Hmph, then you should investigate thoroughly."

The phone slammed down.

Zhang Guowei sat down in a chair, rubbing his throbbing forehead. Ring ring—the phone rang again.

He suppressed his frustration and answered the phone: "Hello, Jiaodaokou Police Station."

"Hello, this is Qianmen Police Station. We have someone here who is in your jurisdiction. He's having some mental lapses right now. Could you please come and pick him up and see if you can take him back?"

"alright."

Zhang Guowei had no choice but to rush to the street office, call Wang Xiuju, and the two of them rode bicycles to the Qianmen Police Station.

When they arrived, they found a familiar face – Yan Bugui’s eldest son, Yan Jiecheng.

Zhang Guowei took out a cigarette and offered one to the head of the Qianmen Police Station: "Old Xu, what's going on with him?"

"Sigh, this kid got scammed. He lost three gold bars and he's still reeling from it all, he's completely stunned!"

"bullion?"

Zhang Guowei and Director Wang exchanged a glance—Yan Bugui's family really did have gold bars! They just didn't know how Yan Jiecheng had managed to steal them.

"Director Xu," Director Wang quickly stepped forward, "could you tell me the details of this case?"

"Okay, okay." Director Xu nodded. "Officer Wu from the neighborhood office brought him over, saying this young man might have been scammed. I asked the young man to tell me himself, and he said there used to be a woman named Cui Yingying in the courtyard, who worked at a textile factory. He was tricked into giving her several gold bars, and then she said she had to go on a business trip. Today, this silly guy went over to check, and lo and behold, the new family moved in, and he wouldn't let them move in. The neighborhood office officer had no choice but to bring him here to report the case."

Director Xu took a sip of water and continued, "I called the textile factory and they said there was no such person, and they had never allocated any houses to this area! The kid was stunned when he heard that and collapsed to the ground. We thought he would be fine after a while, but we didn't expect... look."

Director Xu pointed to Yan Jiecheng in the corner. He was sitting there blankly, his eyes glazed over, and drool was dripping from his mouth.

Zhang Guowei looked on with a hint of pity: "Didn't you take him to the hospital?"

“What’s there to send?” Director Xu waved his hand. “Old Zhang, who’s the gatekeeper at our station, used to be a retired soldier. He said this kid is ‘out of his mind.’ He told him to go back and rest for a few days, and maybe he’ll wake up on his own.”

"Alright then." Zhang Guowei had no other choice but to lead Yan Jiecheng toward the courtyard house at No. 95, together with Director Wang.

Yan Jiecheng was in a daze at the moment, so Zhang Guowei couldn't bring him onto the bicycle. He had no choice but to find a rope to lead him and walk all the way back to No. 95 Courtyard.

In the courtyard at No. 95, Yan Bugui and Yang Ruihua returned from outside, arguing incessantly the whole way. Once home, the two continued their bickering, frightening the children who hid in another room.

Perhaps exhausted from cursing, Yan Bugui slumped into a chair, sighing deeply and muttering repeatedly, "It's over, it's over..."

Just then, Zhang Guowei's voice came from outside: "Yan Bugui! Is Yan Bugui home?"

Yan Bugui's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly ran outside. When he got to the door, he saw Director Zhang and Director Wang holding a rope, with the other end of the rope tied to... his mentally challenged eldest son, Yan Jiecheng.

His eyes widened in surprise: "Director Zhang, Director Wang, what's going on here...?"

“Yan Bugui, your son Yan Jiecheng has been scammed and is now out of his mind. We’re bringing him back to you,” Zhang Guowei said.

"What?!" Yan Bugui didn't hear the rest of the sentence at all. He only heard the words "honey trap" and his mind went blank.

"That bastard! My gold bars... my gold bars!" Yan Bugui, as if possessed, lunged forward to hit Yan Jiecheng.

Yan Jiecheng remained standing there, dazed and motionless.

"Hey! What are you doing, Yan Bugui?" Zhang Guowei quickly stopped him.

"I'll kill him! That son of a bitch, he stole gold bars behind his family's back, and now he's been swindled out of everything, and he's still pretending to be stupid!"

"Yan Bugui, open your eyes and take a good look! Is he pretending to be stupid? No matter how valuable the gold bars are, he is your son. Isn't he more important than gold bars?"

Yan Bugui thought to himself, "What's the point of Yan Jiecheng's dog life compared to gold bars?" But seeing Zhang Guowei and Director Wang eyeing him menacingly, he didn't dare say it out loud.

"Alright, we've brought him back to you." Director Wang didn't want to stay in the yard any longer. "Keep a close eye on him for the next couple of days and don't let him run away. If he gets lost, we'll have to waste manpower looking for him."

As the two turned to leave, Yan Bugui hurriedly caught up with them: "Chief Zhang, what did the Qianmen Police Station say?"

"The case has been filed and will be investigated later."

"Then...can I still get my gold bars back? They're our family's lifeline!"

"Yan Bugui, even if you find it, you still have to hand it over to the bank!" Director Wang interrupted sharply. "We've been telling you every day that the policy is crystal clear—private individuals are not allowed to own gold. You, Yan Bugui, used to be the compound's liaison officer, how come you won't listen to a word we say?"

"I...I just wanted to keep it as a keepsake for the kids..."

"Hmph!" Director Wang stopped arguing with him and turned to leave with Zhang Guowei.

As soon as the two left the hospital, Yan Bugui could no longer contain his anger. He grabbed Yan Jiecheng by the hair and slapped him repeatedly across the face. His own hand ached from the slaps, but Yan Jiecheng remained dazed and motionless.

Yan Bugui's heart sank—this son was probably really stupid.

He was panting heavily, turned his head to look at the house across the street, gritted his teeth, and cursed fiercely:

"That damn Zhang Erhe..."

Chapter 150 Yan Bugui's Second Visit to the Hospital

Things have come to this point, but life goes on—what else can we do but get a divorce?

Yan Bugui tossed and turned in bed all night, and the next morning his eyes were red and swollen. He could only put on a hat and pull out the coarse cloth mask he used to wear when fishing to cover his face before hurrying to school with his head down. Now, the only hope for his family is that he can still work. His monthly salary is enough to keep them from starving.

When he arrived at the school gate, the old man guarding the gate, Mr. Sun, stopped him as soon as he saw him and refused to let him in.

"Old Sun, why won't you let me in?"

"Teacher Yan, Principal Cheng has instructed that you... cannot enter today."

"Why am I the only one not allowed in?" Yan Bugui pointed to another teacher who was walking in. "Why is he allowed in?"

The teacher smiled awkwardly, inwardly cursing Yan Bugui for being so clueless: Doesn't he know his own situation?

Just then, Principal Cheng arrived. Seeing Yan Bugui, he frowned: "Teacher Yan, your case... has it been investigated?"

"You've found out everything! Otherwise, why would the police station release me?"

"Alright, come in with me first." Seeing that more and more people were gathering at the school gate, Principal Cheng called Yan Bugui into his office.

After closing the door, he dialed the police station directly in front of Yan Bugui. Upon hearing that it was about Yan Bugui's case, the person on the other end replied, "It's still under investigation, the case hasn't been closed yet."

After hanging up the phone, Principal Cheng's face immediately darkened.

"Teacher Yan, the case is still under investigation, why did you lie to me and say it was finished?"

"I...I've already been released...The police station...it's just a formality..."

"You have to tell me the truth, even if you have to follow the procedures!" Principal Cheng said sternly. "Teacher Yan, I've discussed your situation with the other teachers—you're not suitable to continue working. You'll be suspended for now."

"Oh? Principal, please don't do this!" Yan Bugui panicked. "My family depends on this salary to make a living! If you suspend me, my whole family will..."

Principal Cheng felt a pang of pity seeing his terrified expression, but remembering what Big Dog had said earlier, he had no choice but to harden his heart:

“Teacher Yan, you know yourself that schools are places for teaching and nurturing students. With what has happened to you, I can’t let you stand on the podium until the police give a clear conclusion. What will other teachers think of me? What will the students’ parents think? For the sake of the school’s reputation… please bear with it for a while.”

"This...this is not what I..."

Yan Bugui's eyes gradually became unfocused, his lips trembled, and before he could finish speaking, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood onto Principal Cheng's face with a "poof," and then fell straight backward.

"Teacher Yan! Yan Bugui!"

Principal Cheng wiped the blood from his face and rushed over, but Yan Bugui had already fallen heavily to the ground.

"What a fucking menace..."

Principal Cheng cursed under his breath, then quickly called on several male teachers to lift Yan Bugui up and take him to the hospital. He also sent Old Sun to the courtyard at No. 95 to inform Yan's family.

At the hospital, the doctor looked at Yan Bugui, who had been brought in again, shook his head, sighed, and had the nurses take him directly into the emergency room.

Meanwhile, Old Sun jumped on Principal Cheng's bicycle and rushed to the courtyard gate. He had exchanged small fish with the Yan family before and knew the gate. As soon as he arrived, he shouted, "Yan family! Yan family! Come out quickly! Something's happened to your husband! Yan Bugui collapsed at school, vomiting blood, and has been taken to the hospital!"

Yang Ruihua, who was sulking in her room, jumped up from the bed upon hearing the news. Although she had a huge argument with Yan Bugui yesterday, she knew in her heart that Yan Bugui was still the pillar of the family. If anything happened to him, the family would fall apart completely. She didn't care about anything else, and rushed out barefoot without even putting on a coat.

"Master Sun, you said my husband Yan... is in the hospital again?"

"Yes! He vomited blood in the principal's office and passed out!"

"He vomited blood again?!" Yang Ruihua suddenly remembered the doctor's instructions from yesterday, and her heart panicked.

Seeing her like this, Old Sun quickly said, "Mrs. Yan, hurry up and take the money and put on your shoes. I'll ride my bike to take you to the hospital!"

"Oh, oh!" Yang Ruihua hurriedly turned around, threw on a coat and shoes, not even bothering to put on socks, and buttoned her clothes wrong. As soon as she sat down, Old Sun stood up and pedaled furiously, speeding all the way to the hospital.

Yang Ruihua jumped out of the car and ran inside. As soon as she entered and saw Principal Cheng, tears welled up in her eyes: "Principal Cheng, where is my husband, Lao Yan?"

"Sister-in-law Yan, don't worry, Old Yan is being treated inside. Don't cry..."

Upon hearing that the patient was still being treated, Yang Ruihua suppressed her sobs and stood anxiously by the door.

Another half hour passed, and the operating light went out. The doctor came out of the operating room.

Are Yan Bugui's family members here?

"I'm here!" Yang Ruihua hurriedly stepped forward.

The doctor glanced at her, his tone reproachful: "Didn't I tell you yesterday not to frighten or upset him again? How could you..." He shook his head, sighed, "...he's paralyzed."

"Paralyzed...paralyzed?" Yang Ruihua's eyes widened.

"He didn't eat yesterday, and today he was on an empty stomach and was stimulated, which caused a sudden stroke and hemiplegia," the doctor explained briefly.

Yang Ruihua's vision went black, her body swayed, and she fainted.

The doctor was about to leave, but seeing her condition, he had two nurses help her to the side. Fortunately, Yang Ruihua was not seriously injured, and the nurses gave her some glucose intravenously. Afterwards, the doctor invited Principal Cheng to his office.

"Are you Yan Bugui's superior?"

"Yes, I am the principal."

"Yan Bugui's condition is very serious at present. He has hemiplegia caused by a stroke."

"Doctor, do you mean... he won't be able to walk anymore?"

"Walking?" The doctor glanced at him. "His ability to take care of himself is already questionable, let alone walking. However, he is still young. If he persists in regular treatment and rehabilitation, he may recover some of his health in the future and hopefully achieve basic self-care."

After the doctor finished speaking, Principal Cheng's face was filled with bitterness.

That Yan Bugui is a real menace! You should have stayed home obediently after being released from the police station, instead of running off to school. Now he's gotten into trouble at school. If the school doesn't do anything about it, they'll definitely get yelled at; but if they do, who knows how much money they'll have to spend.