Before Zhang Yang was reborn, he had certainly seen family members of patients argue over medical bills, but the farcical scenes unfolding now were infuriatingly absurd. From their attire alone, it was clear neither of these two couples lacked the tens of thousands required for the hospitalization fees, and yet, the way they treated this elderly woman—it was as if their morals and conscience had been devoured by dogs!

Neither couple seemed to grasp the impending disaster, still clamoring incessantly, unafraid to call the police! “Director Guo, go ahead and call the police.

I’d really like to see how they intend to handle this,” Zhu Daoqi couldn't hold back either, coldly sizing up the four individuals, speaking directly to Guo Yong. “Call the police?” Guo Yong paused, subtly tugging Zhu Daoqi’s sleeve.

He whispered, “Old Zhu, incidents like this happen all the time at the hospital. Even if the police show up, they won’t achieve much.

I was only speaking casually before…” “Well, we’ll only know if it’s useful after they’re called!” Zhu Daoqi’s teeth ached with frustration. Of course, he knew that even if the police arrived, they might not be able to do much to these two couples—they clearly looked like people with connections, people who wouldn't fear the authorities.

But Zhu Daoqi simply couldn't stomach it; summoning the police, even just to annoy these people, felt necessary! “And just who the hell are you, sticking your nose where it doesn't belong?!” Zhu Daoqi’s voice wasn't lowered at all, and the comment was easily overheard by the couples.

The nouveau riche man scoffed first. The successful-looking man glanced at Zhang Yang, his eyes filled with disdain.

Zhang Yang couldn't tolerate it any longer. He took a direct step forward, positioning himself in front of the two revolting couples.

With his arms crossed over his chest, he stared coldly at them, just about to speak, when a shout suddenly echoed from outside the hospital building. “Mr.

Zhang, Mr. Zhang?” Zhang Yang frowned, turning his head to look.

At that moment, a man was just entering the hospital entrance, waving toward Zhang Yang from across the crowd. His voice was low, audible only to Zhang Yang’s heightened hearing.

The man looked to be almost fifty, yet Zhang Yang found his face quite familiar, though he couldn’t place him immediately. “Ha, it really is you!” As the man managed to squeeze through the onlookers, he broke into a grin for Zhang Yang, then asked with slight confusion, “What’s going on here?

What happened?” “Ah, Deputy Director Zheng!” Upon seeing the newcomer, the successful man was the first to get excited. Before Zhang Yang could speak, he hurried over, grasping the newcomer’s hand with an obsequious and eager demeanor.

“What brings you here!” Surname Zheng? Zhang Yang instantly recalled who this man was!

This was Zheng Qimo, the Deputy Director of the Changjing Police Department. The last time, concerning the Su Zhantao matter, Zhang Yang had caused a stir at the Police Bureau, and it was then he’d had a fleeting encounter with Deputy Director Zheng.

To his surprise, after so long, the man still recognized him instantly. Zhang Yang didn't remember Zheng Qimo, but how could Zheng Qimo forget Zhang Yang?

As the Deputy Director of the Police Department, he was acutely aware of Zhang Yang’s status as a major young master. “Oh, it’s Chen Ke.

What are you doing here too?” Zheng Qimo saw that the man latching onto his hand was merely a minor secretary from a government agency—someone he’d met once before, whose name he recalled was Chen Ke. “Oh my, Deputy Director Zheng, why are you here in person!” Just then, the nouveau riche man rushed over, not willing to be outdone, planting himself in front of Zheng Qimo with a fawning smile, rubbing his hands ceaselessly.

“Deputy Director Zheng, are you here as a patient?” Only after the nouveau riche man had crowded close did Zheng Qimo recall him: he was one of the bosses within the Changjing Logistics company system, someone who had previously sought his favor—his name was Wei Zhiguo. As he spoke, the nouveau riche man turned to Guo Yong and declared, “From now on, all of Deputy Director Zheng’s expenses here will be on my tab!” “Wei Zhiguo, what are you doing?!” The nouveau riche man’s words nearly made Zheng Qimo leap up in anger.

With Young Master Zhang Yang right here, this Wei Zhiguo was truly a brainless fool! “Haha, weren’t you asking for the police?

Come, come, here is the Deputy Director of the Police Department, Director Zheng Qimo.” Chen Ke gave the nouveau riche, Wei Zhiguo, no chance to fawn further, grabbing Zheng Qimo’s arm and announcing loudly. Zheng Qimo glanced around, his heart jolting.

He immediately guessed that trouble was brewing and felt deeply annoyed—why did he have to arrive at precisely this moment? “Heh heh, so you all know each other.

That makes things even better,” Zhang Yang remarked, clapping his hands as he watched the unfolding scene. “Mr.

Zhang, what exactly is going on here?” Zheng Qimo asked Zhang Yang with a forced, bitter smile, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “Ah, Deputy Director Zheng, you know him?” Chen Ke was stunned.

He hadn’t expected the Deputy Director to know this young man, let alone address him as ‘Mister’! The nouveau riche, Wei Zhiguo, widened his eyes even further, thinking to himself that it made sense why this kid had called for the police—he apparently knew Deputy Director Zheng from the Police Department.

Seeing Deputy Director Zheng arrive, Guo Yong felt a wave of relief. Because Zheng Qimo had some known back issues, he’d visited Jinghe Hospital several times recently, so Guo Yong was somewhat familiar with him and was about to step up to greet him.

At that moment, Zhu Daoqi, who had been silent, pulled Guo Yong’s sleeve. Guo Yong looked at Zhu Daoqi in confusion, not understanding why he was being pulled back now.

Zhu Daoqi knew a little about Zhang Yang’s affairs. Now, everything could simply be left to Zhang Yang to resolve, which was why he subtly signaled Guo Yong not to say anything more.

Soon, Zheng Qimo understood the entire sequence of events. It turned out that Chen Ke’s son, Chen Xiaoman, had been playing in the warehouse belonging to his stepfather, Wei Zhiguo, when a fire broke out, resulting in Chen Xiaoman suffering severe burns.

The two families were currently deadlocked over the issue of medical expenses. “Alright, I understand the situation.

Here is my suggestion for how this should be handled: Chen Ke, Wei Zhiguo, no matter what, this is your child. You will each cover half of the treatment costs!” Zheng Qimo decided decisively, stating it directly to the two men.

“Huh?” Both Chen Ke and Wei Zhiguo were dumbfounded. Chen Ke was particularly unwilling to accept it, flashing a few meaningful glances before weakly murmuring, “Deputy Director Zheng…” “What?

Are you two dissatisfied with my proposed solution?” Zheng Qimo glared at Chen Ke, then cautiously glanced at Zhang Yang, feeling anxious, hoping his resolution wouldn't offend Young Master Zhang Yang. “Ah, satisfied, satisfied!

I’ll go pay the fees right now!” Wei Zhiguo was the first to react. Despite being newly rich, he possessed enough street smarts to realize that this matter had clearly alerted a major figure like Deputy Director Zheng.

As a businessman, he certainly didn’t want to cross Zheng Qimo; since Zheng Qimo proposed splitting the cost, it was a small matter. “Fine, since Deputy Director Zheng insists, I will go pay the fees too.

Let’s go.” Seeing Zheng Qimo’s firm stance, Chen Ke couldn't argue much further. He led the young woman clinging to his side and Wei Zhiguo off to settle the payments.

With the matter resolved, the onlookers lost interest and began to disperse. Zhu Daoqi and Guo Yong then escorted the elderly woman to see her grandson.

However, before leaving, Zhu Daoqi shot one last look at Zhang Yang, his expression filled with disbelief. He now understood that the manner in which Deputy Director Zheng resolved this was heavily influenced by Zhang Yang.

Now, only Zheng Qimo and Zhang Yang remained in the ground floor lobby. “See?

I arrived just in time,” Zheng Qimo noted, seeing Zhang Yang showed no sign of leaving immediately. He engaged Zhang Yang in polite, fragmented conversation.

“What are those two people involved in?” Zhang Yang was still preoccupied with the matter of those two couples—letting such despicable people off so easily seemed too lenient. “Oh, Chen Ke is just a minor secretary in a government department, someone insignificant,” Zheng Qimo replied, frowning slightly.

Zhang Yang’s inquiry implied something far more serious; perhaps both these individuals were about to face trouble. “Oh, just an insignificant little secretary?” Zhang Yang chuckled, his voice imbued with an inexplicable eeriness.

“Such a minor secretary, yet he has a stunningly beautiful young woman like that wrapped around his arm. Quite impressive…” Zheng Qimo understood immediately.

After a thoughtful pause, he narrowed his eyes and replied, “Indeed, his conduct regarding personal ethics is rather improper. I will certainly address the matter when I return to the office.” Zhang Yang nodded.

Zheng Qimo’s statement effectively signaled the end of Chen Ke’s career prospects. If Zheng Qimo were to later imply that this was at Zhang Yang’s behest, many others within the government department would likely seize the opportunity to step on Chen Ke, ensuring his utter ruin.

“And what about that Wei Zhiguo? Why did he seem so familiar with you?” Zhang Yang hadn’t forgotten the nouveau riche man or his unfilial wife.

“Him? You don’t know?” Zheng Qimo paused, his expression suggesting Zhang Yang should inherently know who Wei Zhiguo was.

“I don’t,” Zhang Yang admitted, equally confused by Zheng Qimo’s look. “He’s also in logistics, operating under the name associated with that logistics company owned by your classmates, Gu Cheng and Hu Xin.

Essentially, his entire business relies on the support of those two classmates of yours.” Zheng Qimo spoke while observing Zhang Yang’s expression, and upon finishing, he noticed Zhang Yang genuinely seemed unaware of this fact. The news that Zhang Yang had reorganized the logistics company and forcibly acquired a fifty percent stake in the largest firm wasn't a secret within Changjing circles; it involved an asset worth hundreds of millions, and many at the Police Department were aware of it—which is why Zheng Qimo knew the details so clearly.

Of course, only the leadership level knew about this; ordinary officers would not. Since Zhang Yang never involved himself in the day-to-day operations, handing everything over to Gu Cheng and Hu Xin, he naturally knew nothing of Wei Zhiguo’s parasitic existence.

After hearing Zheng Qimo’s explanation, Zhang Yang didn't hesitate. He pulled out his phone and dialed Gu Cheng’s number directly: “Hello, Gu Cheng?” “Boss!

It’s been ages since you contacted me!” Gu Cheng’s slightly excited voice came through the receiver.