The man's wife, even as she was leaving, kept expressing her gratitude to Zhang Yang. When her husband had collapsed just moments ago, she felt as if the sky had fallen, and the entire world had dissolved into darkness.

It was Zhang Yang who, in that abyss of blackness, had given her light, offered her hope, and saved her man.

"You're welcome. Hurry up and go. Get him proper treatment at the hospital and wish him a speedy recovery!"

Zhang Yang waved his hand with a smile. Her husband had already been loaded into the ambulance and was about to depart. She couldn't afford to linger and be overly polite; she could only clutch tightly to the three pills and the prescription note Zhang Yang had scribbled.

She had only one overwhelming feeling: today, she had encountered a truly good person.

Those three pills were the kind Lightning usually ate as a snack. Lightning had a discerning palate; anything it would ingest was certainly no ordinary thing. In terms of sheer value, these pills were far behind a Thousand-Year Ginseng Pellet, but they were significantly more precious than standard ginseng products found on the market.

However, when Zhang Yang produced them, he hadn't considered their market value at all. These medicines were compounded for use; saving a life was their highest realized value.

"My apologies for taking up everyone's time!"

Long Cheng and the others were waiting. Zhang Yang walked over with a slight smile and offered his apology first.

They were all meant to be moving together, and Zhang Yang suddenly diverting to handle someone else's emergency meant the others couldn't proceed either, effectively wasting their time.

"It's fine, Zhang Yang. You actually know medicine?"

Wang Chen shook his head first, asking in surprise. He had finally recalled what Zhang Yang had mentioned back in Changjing.

Zhang Yang had told them then that he wasn't professionally engaged in finance—he was a doctor, and his greatest skill was medical art.

"I studied at Changda Medical College and am currently interning at Changjing Third Hospital. What do you think?"

Zhang Yang smiled faintly. Practicing medicine was his foundation, in this life as it had been in the last; everything else was merely a side venture.

His words made the others' eyes widen. They knew Zhang Yang was a university student, but they hadn't realized he was genuinely studying medicine and was an intern at a hospital.

"Impressive. I don't think you're an ordinary intern. Other young doctors seeing someone like that would probably panic!"

Wang Chen nodded, even giving a thumbs-up. The way Zhang Yang had performed the rescue just now had truly stunned them.

They didn't know what illness the man was suffering from, but spitting blood and collapsing certainly wasn't a minor ailment. Zhang Yang had simply inserted a few needles, and the man woke up—it was incredibly miraculous.

Furthermore, there was Zhang Yang's "Flickering Needles"—those silver needles vibrated with a distinct whirring sound that lingered long after he touched them, shaking every single person present.

And then, the fact that Zhang Yang carried silver needles, and even medicinal pills, in his unassuming canvas bag—at this point, if someone claimed Zhang Yang wasn't a genuine doctor, they wouldn't be believed.

"I'm just a regular intern. Shall we go?"

Zhang Yang chuckled softly. Wang Chen wasn't entirely wrong; in the hospital, he was indeed somewhat exceptional compared to other interns, but there was no need to elaborate on that here.

The group started walking forward. As they moved away, people behind them continued to mutter and point towards Zhang Yang.

His performance earlier hadn't just stunned Long Cheng and his immediate circle; it had greatly surprised everyone nearby. A sudden fainting spell, coincidentally met by a young doctor offering aid—it was inherently a fantastic topic for gossip.

After walking some distance, the group dropped the previous topic and focused entirely on examining the vehicles.

They were currently at the BMW display stand. Yang Ling favored BMWs, and she intended to purchase a BMW sports car to drive herself.

Su Zhantao also liked BMWs. The two of them were looking intently, each with a salesperson explaining details nearby.

In truth, they didn't need the explanations. Yang Ling knew more than the salespeople; she just felt awkward voicing it. Since she sold cars herself, she naturally understood the hard work the sales staff put in.

The specific BMW sports car Yang Ling desired was right there. After a brief introduction, Yang Ling decided on it. As someone who worked in car sales, her price, naturally, would be the most favorable.

Even with the significant discount, it was still 2.6 million. Yang Ling didn't bat an eye; she was certainly not short of money.

Yang Ling bought the red one, and Su Zhantao immediately followed suit, buying a white one of the exact same model.

Watching Su Zhantao buy the identical car right after Yang Ling, Zhang Yang couldn't help shaking his head again.

Even when pursuing a girl, this wasn't how you did it; why always buy the same things? But then again, Su Zhantao genuinely loved BMWs. Whether his affection for BMWs was for himself or for Yang Ling remained unclear.

Based on Zhang Yang's guess, the latter was more probable.

Once Yang Ling and Su Zhantao had purchased their BMWs, the others lost the inclination to buy a BMW. They were all proud individuals; if someone else bought a specific model, they naturally wouldn't choose the same one.

Walking a little further, they arrived at the Land Rover stand, where the imposing vehicles quickly drew everyone's attention.

Long Cheng already owned a Hummer, and he also had a high-displacement Jeep Grand Cherokee. Being tall and powerfully built, he preferred these large, commanding vehicles.

On display was a green Range Rover. Long Cheng and Huang Hai both circled it, intensely interested in the vehicle.

Ultimately, only Long Cheng placed an order; Huang Hai was still considering purchasing a Hummer.

This model had stock available. After ordering, Long Cheng requested nothing else, simply providing them with Wang Laowu’s phone number and instructing them to deliver the vehicle there.

Long Cheng intended to heavily modify this car. Without modification, he certainly wouldn't bother driving the stock version; its original performance simply wouldn't satisfy his standards.

Yang Ling and Su Zhantao’s cars, however, would not be modified; they bought them for casual driving, with no other thoughts.

There was one other point: Yang Ling owned her own car shop, so any minor modifications needed could be handled right there.

With the Land Rover ordered, four out of the seven individuals had already made their purchases, leaving only Zhang Yang, Li Ya, and Huang Hai without cars yet.

However, Li Ya and Huang Hai both had models they favored, but Zhang Yang hadn't mentioned what he wanted.

"Zhang Yang, which brand do you like? We can all help you pick one out!"

Long Cheng clapped Zhang Yang on the shoulder and asked with a smile. The others also looked toward Zhang Yang.

"I don't have a specific favorite brand. Let's go look ahead first!"

After a moment of hesitation, Zhang Yang slowly replied. The models available now were far inferior to those in his later life, so he didn't have anything he was absolutely enthusiastic about. Still, he needed a vehicle for transport, something to get him around.

"Alright, we'll look around and choose. If you see something you like, just tell us. I can't vouch for everything, but when it comes to cars, we can certainly advise you!"

Long Cheng laughed heartily, and the others nodded in agreement.

These men had gathered because of cars; they shared a common passion. Talking about vehicles, they could easily go on for three days and three nights; their greatest interest lay precisely there.

"Thank you all. Shall we look at the front area first?"

Zhang Yang pointed toward the display stand ahead—the Mercedes-Benz stand. Zhang Yang's previous car had been a Mercedes gifted by Young Master Su, but it had been smashed so badly that repairing it was pointless; it had been written off.

How could it not have been smashed badly? Over thirty people, all wielding tools, and the most excessive part was the sledgehammer. Not only was the entire cabin ruined, but many components inside had been shattered by Yu Yong. The car’s only path was total scrap.

A perfectly good new car, reduced to scrap—Zhang Yang felt a pang of regret.

Mercedes had few display models, only a few cars, besides the standard, dignified large Mercedes, there was also a sports car.

This was a brand-new Mercedes sports car being showcased at this auto show, featuring gull-wing doors. This newest Mercedes sports car still had some shortcomings compared to models in the future, but it was far superior to the current vehicles available.

Most importantly, this car was within a range Zhang Yang could accept.

This gull-wing sports car was also expensive, well over two million. After hesitating briefly, Zhang Yang placed an order for this car.

His ordering a car exceeding two million didn't surprise the others. They were aware of Zhang Yang's financial standing; purchasing a car worth over two million was certainly within his means.

What the group hadn't anticipated was that Zhang Yang didn't just buy the sports car; he also bought the latest Mercedes S-Class. Zhang Yang purchased two cars in one go here.

What surprised them even more was that Zhang Yang also wanted modifications. He likewise instructed them to send the car to Wang Laowu's location, and he even told Long Cheng his specific requirements for the tuning.

His demands weren't as extensive as Long Cheng's, but they were far from minimal. In his previous life, Zhang Yang had almost every car he bought modified. Modified cars were more comfortable and suited his preferences better. The only reason he hadn't modified his last one was that he didn't know the right place; now that he did, he certainly would proceed.

"Alright, brother, you're clearly an expert too!"

After hearing all of Zhang Yang's modification requests, Long Cheng smiled and said to him. Setting aside everything else, the specific details Zhang Yang mentioned were things only a veteran enthusiast would know.

This also surprised Su Zhantao slightly. He hadn't known Zhang Yang possessed such extensive knowledge about cars. In his memory, when they first met, Zhang Yang was just a poor student with, at most, a few tens of thousands of dollars on him.

But thinking about Zhang Yang's family background, he didn't dwell on it. No matter how poor Zhang Yang was then, his family background was at least comparable to his own; it was plausible he understood and enjoyed cars.

However, this meant he was now the only one among them who didn't understand how to modify these vehicles.

Two cars, plus various processing fees, totaled nearly five million, and that didn't even account for the modification costs. Including modifications, the total would start at a minimum of seven million.

Seven million was a substantial sum even in the future, and it represented considerable pressure even for Wang Chen and Huang Hai. Zhang Yang, without the slightest twitch of his brow, signed the payment releases for the full amount.

This earned him silent admiration from the others. In terms of sheer decisiveness, they felt they couldn't match Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang bought two cars with his own considerations in mind. He was moderately satisfied with the sports car, but he was a student, and such a flashy car, especially with gull-wing doors—which meant the doors hinged upward before entering, rather than being standard pull-handles—was perhaps too conspicuous. Such a car was suitable for leisurely drives or outings, perfect for him and Mi Xue.

As for the large Mercedes, that would be for regular use. Since he used to drive a Mercedes anyway, driving another one was no issue.

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That comment truly upset Xiao Yu. He stated the ten-chapter commitment regardless of votes because he didn't want to place pressure on his readers, preferring to bear all the pressure himself. Unexpectedly, it made him look foolish.

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