The host, seeing the signing ceremony concluded, immediately opened the floor for questions. Liu Hui had something weighing on his mind and couldn't focus during the press conference. He refused to answer any reporter’s inquiries, citing physical discomfort for everything. The journalists interpreted his behavior as resentment toward losing the hospital and directed all their questions toward Guo Jia, who, conversely, was beaming and patiently addressing every query.

Sitting there, Liu Hui paid no attention to what the reporters were asking. He didn't even register which media outlets were present. His heart felt hollow, his thoughts having drifted off to some faraway place.

“Mr. Liu Hui?” the host called out softly.

“Oh, yes? What is it?” Liu Hui snapped back to attention.

“The press conference is about to conclude. Is there anything you’d like to say?” the host murmured.

Liu Hui paused, startled. Was it already ending? Under the gaze of the assembled reporters, he took the microphone and spoke slowly: “I once neglected the feelings of the person I cherish most. I didn't show her enough care, and I caused her immense pain. I ask for her forgiveness. If she can see this report, I hope she won't forget our old promise—a promise about being separated and then searching for each other.”

The reporters erupted in a clamor. The sudden change of ownership at the Han Tang Hospital had already surprised them, but they never expected such explosive gossip to emerge. They knew they’d have to dig deep later to find out exactly who Liu Hui was apologizing to so publicly.

“Has anyone from the Bashan City Red Cross arrived?” Liu Hui continued.

A person nearby immediately raised their hand. That person was quite bewildered. Not long ago, the Red Cross had received a call inviting them to this press conference, hinting at a huge surprise. His leader had naturally dismissed it, but out of fear of missing an actual surprise, he had delegated this low-ranking grunt to attend.

“Please, comrade, come up here.”

The man walked onto the stage in a daze and stood next to Liu Hui.

“I am now announcing an important decision. I intend to donate the one hundred million RMB I received from transferring the hospital over to the Bashan City Red Cross.” Liu Hui announced loudly, then handed the giant novelty check and a donation certificate to the man.

The recipient instinctively took the check and certificate, his mind still struggling to catch up with the proceedings. After handing the check to the Red Cross staffer, Liu Hui ignored the surrounding commotion and walked directly off the stage. That hundred million was a burning coal; Liu Hui dared not accept it. If problems arose later regarding the secret formula, it would bring him massive trouble. By donating the money now, even if issues surfaced later, he would have taken nothing, and higher-ups couldn't easily direct their anger toward him.

Liu Hui left the hospital. He stood outside, took one last look at the building, and then drove away. In the car, unwilling to give up, he redialed Liang Jingyue and Liang Bo, but their phones remained switched off. He then drove to Liang Bo’s villa and the designated residential complex, finding no one there either. He left notes at both locations, asking them to contact Liu Hui immediately if they returned.

Failing to locate Liang Jingyue, Liu Hui returned to his suburban villa, crestfallen. Seeing Liu Hui slump in dejection, his father immediately rushed over to ask about the situation. Liu Hui shook his head mournfully. His father comforted him: “Son, I saw you on television. You did well this time, much better than last time.”

“Dad, what do you mean by that?” Liu Hui found his father’s words oddly phrased.

“Oh, stop talking nonsense, you old fool! Our son is pitiful enough suffering one heartbreak; how can he endure several? Why are you spouting nonsense?” Mother glared at Father’s inappropriate remarks and immediately pulled him away.

Liu Hui surveyed the people remaining in the villa: his parents, Mei Peng and his parents, Liu Lin and her parents, Zhou Tengyun. Wu Yuanjia, Huang Huali, along with the subordinates who had charged the police line with them yesterday—including Ah Huo, Desheng, and other security personnel. Half of the bodyguards trained by Huang Huali remained here. Those who stayed totaled over thirty security guards and bodyguards, all relatively loyal to Liu Hui, which is why they chose to remain with him during this difficult time. The rest of the security and bodyguard staff had already reported to the hospital. Not a single high-level manager from the hospital was present either; they were all working.

Liu Hui felt a surge of emotion. He glanced at them and spoke loudly: “I am profoundly grateful to everyone who chose to stay and help me. I won’t say much more now, but in the future, I, Liu, will absolutely treat you well. For now, I’m taking everyone to Hong Kong to start anew. Once the time is right, I will bring all your wives, children, and parents over to Hong Kong as well. Even though Han Tang Hospital is gone, I believe that as long as we stand united, we can build an even stronger company. We will leave a legend for the world.”

Those who remained held deep affection for Liu Hui. They had previously been at the bottom of society, enduring the hardships of life, and Liu Hui had given them hope, dignity, and strength, so they chose to follow him. Nevertheless, they felt a degree of apprehension about what their future lives might hold. Hearing Liu Hui’s promise, especially the plan to start a business in Hong Kong, instantly made their future seem wonderfully bright, and everyone cheered.

The next day, Liu Hui still could not contact Liang Jingyue or the Liang Bo family; their home remained empty. At noon, Guo Jia found Liu Hui. The relocation paperwork for those moving to Hong Kong had been fully processed, and Guo Jia handed all the documents over to Liu Hui.

Liu Hui asked Guo Jia about the Liang Jingyue family. Guo Jia was equally perplexed; despite deploying many resources, they had found no trace of Liang Jingyue’s family. They seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth.

Without any news of Liang Jingyue, Liu Hui was deeply disappointed. He didn't know when he might see Liang Jingyue again after leaving Bashan for Hong Kong.

With the relocation permits approved, Liu Hui granted everyone two days off to say goodbye to their families before they were scheduled to depart for Hong Kong.

The departure time finally arrived. Liu Hui gazed wistfully at the magnificent architecture of Bashan, reliving every moment of his life there, coupled with the gnawing worry over Liang Jingyue’s whereabouts. Finally, he boarded the highway toward the airport.

Zhou Tengyun was driving for Liu Hui. Seeing Liu Hui silent and brooding, he drove fast yet smoothly. Suddenly, Liu Hui’s phone rang. Liu Hui brightened, quickly answering it, but instead of Liang Jingyue’s voice, he heard a raspy male voice.

“Hello, is this Mr. Liu Hui?” the man asked tentatively.

“This is Liu Hui. Who is this?”

“Oh, it really is Mr. Liu Hui,” the man said happily. “I’m Wang Xiao’er.”

“Wang Xiao’er? Do I know you?” Liu Hui asked, confused.

“Mr. Liu, you gave me a business card last time, telling me to come to Bashan to find you if I needed anything. Oh, it was from when you visited Mingyue County last time. That was the time I helped you save Boss Zhou from the Paradise Farmhouse, remember?” Wang Xiao’er explained.

The image of the peasant brother who appeared when he saved Zhou Tengyun immediately flashed into Liu Hui’s mind. He said, “So it’s Big Brother Wang. What can I do for you?”

Wang Xiao’er sounded embarrassed. “Mr. Liu, I was hoping to borrow some money. I have an urgent need. Would it be convenient for you?”

“Where are you now?”

“I’m near the street beside Wulidian.”

“Wait there. I’ll be right over.” Liu Hui hung up and told Zhou Tengyun to change direction.

Liu Hui soon spotted the peasant brother, Wang Xiao’er, by the roadside. Wang Xiao’er looked destitute, his face visibly aged since their last meeting. He asked Zhou Tengyun to stop the car, and Liu Hui got out.

Wang Xiao’er spotted Liu Hui and looked slightly agitated.

“Big Brother Wang, long time no see,” Liu Hui greeted him.

“Mr. Liu, I’m so sorry to trouble you. My mother is gravely ill and urgently needs money for surgery. I was hoping to borrow some from you.” Wang Xiao’er looked at Liu Hui pleadingly.

“How much does your mother’s surgery cost?”

“About two hundred thousand. Mr. Liu, please don't worry, I will definitely repay you.” Wang Xiao’er quickly guaranteed.

Liu Hui took out a bank card, scribbled the PIN on a small piece of paper, and handed the card to Wang Xiao’er. “There is three hundred thousand in this card. Take it quickly to save your mother!”

“But… Mr. Liu, I only need two hundred thousand,” Wang Xiao’er said hesitantly.

Liu Hui patted Wang Xiao’er’s shoulder and said, “Use the extra money to buy your mother some nutritional supplements. Remember, take good care of her.”

“Thank you so much, Mr. Liu. I’ll write you an IOU right away.” Just as Wang Xiao’er was about to write the note, he saw Liu Hui had already gotten back into the car and closed the door. Liu Hui called out from inside the vehicle, “Big Brother Wang, cherish the people around you. Don’t wait until they are lost to regret it.”

Zhou Tengyun quickly drove the car away, leaving Wang Xiao’er standing stunned by the roadside.

At the airport, everyone else had already arrived; Liu Hui and Zhou Tengyun were the last two. After completing the procedures, the group began security screening. Liu Hui passed through security and was about to enter the departure lounge when suddenly, a girl outside the checkpoint shouted his name.

“Liu Hui! It’s Sichu!”

Liu Hui turned around to see a delicate-looking girl jumping up and waving at him, but Liu Hui didn't recognize her. He shook his head and prepared to turn back into the lounge. The girl grew anxious and called out, “I’m Sichu from Chuzhou! We worked at the same factory. We were good friends! Please look closely!”

Liu Hui looked at the girl again, confirmed he didn't know her, and sighed before entering the departure lounge.

“Boss, that girl said she was from the same factory as you. How could you not remember her?” Mei Peng asked curiously.

“The factory I worked at in Chuzhou was massive; I couldn’t possibly remember so many girls!” Liu Hui replied with a wry smile.

The plane began boarding. The accompanying group boarded, though everyone felt a sense of melancholy. Although they were supposedly going to Hong Kong to start a business, everyone knew they were essentially being forced out. They wondered if they would ever have the chance to return to Bashan again in their lifetimes.

The passenger jet lifted off, soaring into the clouds. Liu Hui looked down at Bashan City beneath the white expanse, murmuring silently, “Goodbye, Bashan City. Goodbye, my love!”