Chapter 1: The Office's Unspoken Rules...

  "Miss, it's time to collect your things."

  "Got it." Yang Jing turned back in three steps, reluctant to part with her.

  "Miss, it's not that I'm talking too much, but you'd better listen to the old master. Those people you found yourself are all after our family's money. The ones the old master found are reliable." A middle-aged woman said, following behind Yang Jing.

  "I believe he is different," Yang Jing retorted.

  "Miss, don't forget, you tried to kill yourself for that guy this time, but did he show up? You can know a person's face, but not their heart, be careful, miss."

  "Aunt Zhang, I know, I'll think carefully about it. I believe this time won't be a mistake either. After all, things don't go beyond three times. I'm sure I can find someone who doesn't care about my family background." Yang Jing's eyes were firm: "Aunt Zhang, help me investigate him."

  "Alright, okay." The woman couldn't resist her mistress and had no choice but to agree.

  Yang Zongbao had no idea that he was being targeted by a terrifying woman at this time. He is now worried about the 500-yuan rice bowl problem every month. It's just the pitiful 500 yuan. Because the hospital has no precedent for undergraduate students coming in this year, it doesn't know how to pay wages, so it gave him the price of an auxiliary worker - 500 yuan. The director asked him to send the patient off and take a leave first, waiting for further notice. It's estimated that there is no hope, so he might as well find another job first. Although he didn't want to be a doctor himself, his grandmother wouldn't let him, and he had no choice but to reluctantly agree to work in order not to disappoint the elderly person who loved him the most. When Yang Zongbao was admitted to the provincial hospital, his grandmother was still very pleased despite having no hope for her grandson's admission.

  Lost this job and still have to go back to explain.

  After work, Yang Zongbao took a pound of fruit and went to his grandmother's house.

  Yang Zongbao's grandmother lives in the suburbs of this city. It was originally the homestead of Yang Zongbao's grandfather, and 10 years ago, the two old people pushed down the original old house and rebuilt a three-story farmhouse on the homestead.

  The farmhouse is poorly designed, and when Grandpa Yang redesigned it, he didn't think at all. He directed the workers to build it casually, so it's not even as good-looking as an ordinary farmhouse. In front of a small pond, no one fishes. The fish fry raised inside have grown up and are almost too numerous to survive. However, Grandpa Yang still only throws in fish fry without solving the problem. As a result, you can see the silver shadows of fish from time to time in the farmhouse now.

  Yang Zongbao thought he must get some fish out to sell, after all it's money. He is short of money now.

  Grandma's house is 20 kilometers away from the city, not far. But Yang Zongbao is a poor man with no car. Can only take a 1 yuan half-hour bus first, then take a farm truck for another half hour to get there.

  When Yang Zongbao arrived, he found that there were many cars parked at the entrance of his home. However, Yang Zongbao didn't care about these things. What he cared about was how to explain things to his stubborn grandfather later on.

  Entering the hall, many people were standing there. None of them knew each other. These people didn't recognize Yang Zongbao either. So everyone sized each other up and let Yang go to the 2nd floor.

  The second floor has only one room. An old man sits in the middle, reading a book. Several people stand beside the old man.

  "Grandfather." Yang Zongbao had never intentionally hidden himself.

  "Come on, your grandma is feeding the chickens. We'll have an old hen for lunch." The old man said kindly to Yang Zongbao.

  "I don't like eating chicken." Yang Zongbao wasn't lying, he had never liked eating chicken since he was a kid. As for Yang Zongbao's words, it was simply that he didn't like the taste of it.

  "Then don't eat." The old man's stubborn personality came out.

  "Oh." Yang Zongbao responded with a single word: "I'm going to find my grandma." After that, he ran out.

  "Tortoise's son!" The old man cursed with a smile.

  "Old Zhou, who was that child just now?" asked the person standing beside him.

  "What's it to you? Mind your own business." The old man seemed to dislike people who interfered.

  "Sorry. Mr Zhou, with so many people coming to ask for your help, won't you come out of retirement?"

  "What's gotten into you? If you don't want to, then don't. You can leave, my grandson is coming back today." The old man stood up and gave the order to show them out.

  The people had no choice but to call out to each other and retreat.

  Yang Zongbao soon found his grandmother feeding chickens on the mountain behind their house.

  Yang Zongbao walked forward consciously and took over the wheat from his grandmother's hand, scattering it.

  "Treasure, have you seen Yunyun?" The old woman scattered a handful of wheat.

  "Uh-huh."

  "It's no wonder Grandma told her."

  "No."

  "Nonsense, you're obviously being weird."

  "It's really nothing, it's all in the past."

  "So you have that kind of intention? Others have been waiting for you for a long time."

  "Grandma, don't bother about it anymore. What's past is past. It's like the food you've eaten and digested, can you vomit it out and eat it again?"

  "You little rabbit, how disgusting. Yang Zongbao is a good-for-nothing. He's really asking for a beating." The old woman made a gesture to hit Yang Zongbao, but it was just for show.

  "By the way, there's something. I think I'm going to be fired from the hospital."

  "That broken hospital, fire him if you have to. We'll find another one." The old woman knew that her grandson had always been reluctant to show himself off, but as long as she made a request, it would definitely be fulfilled. So even if he was fired from the hospital, finding another one shouldn't be difficult. Besides, this matter wasn't something the old man could handle, and finding a hospital herself wouldn't be hard either. Moreover, her grandson had come back for her sake, so she couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

  "Uh, but I don't want to be a doctor." Yang Zongbao finally had the courage to speak out his inner voice.

  "That's not possible, with your talent you should be doing it, otherwise I'll open a hospital for you?" The old woman said loudly.

  "Do you have that money?"

  "What's this little kid thinking? A community hospital? I can still afford it, your grandma or not." The old woman patted her chest with a rich and arrogant look.

  "Indeed, what a great achievement." Yang Zongbao was left speechless by the old man's humor.

  "Hehe, go back and eat, I'll stew a chicken for you today."

  "Grandma, I don't want to eat." Yang Zongbao weakly groaned.

  "No way, young man, eat more, look at how thin your face has become." The old woman smiled and held Yang Zongbao's arm as they walked home together.

  The people in front of the door all dispersed, leaving only a few cars.

  "Why are there so many cars in front of our house?" Yang Zongbao whispered to his grandmother.

  "There's nothing much, just asking your grandfather to take charge, there's nothing we can do. Let's go." The old woman pulled Yang Zongbao into the house.

  Met an unexpected guest.

  "Brother Bao."

  "Hmm." Yang Zongbao didn't show much enthusiasm.

  "Grandma, Brother Bao he..." Xiangxiang saw Yang Zongbao's attitude and turned to ask for help from his grandmother.

  "It's okay, you go cook with grandma." After saying that, Yang Zongbao dragged Yunyun away.

  "Still remembering that grudge?" Yang Zongbao's grandfather said, fanning himself and sitting on the threshold.

  "Unforgettable." Yang Zongbao sat down beside his grandfather.

  "Xiaoxiao is just a child who made a mistake, it's not worth making a fuss about." Grandfather Yang tried to persuade Yang Zongbao.

  "You all don't blame me, what can I say?" Yang Zongbao was somewhat unhappy and went up to the third floor alone, not even wanting to eat dinner.

  The room on the left of the third floor was prepared for Yang Zongbao's mother, but his mother never lived there. Now it belongs to Yang Zongbao.

  Yang Zongbao's mother was a very talented woman, proud and strong, but perfect. Since childhood, Yang Zongbao had thought that his mother was the most perfect woman in this world. But he never expected that his perfect woman would be willing to become someone else's mistress, and what's even more ridiculous is that his grandfather still speaks of that man with praise, a man he has never met before.

  Xiaoxiao's surname is Shen, and her father was once a pursuer of her mother. Xiaoxiao also has an older brother named Shen Jian. The three children grew up together from a young age until one day Shen Jian said that his mother had seduced his father and called him a bastard. At the time, Xiaoxiao still thought that her father was away for work and considered her mother to be a goddess, so she felt insulted. The two siblings got into a big fight over this. They pushed each other down to the ground floor, but fortunately, their mother arrived just in time to protect Yang Zongbao. However, because she was pregnant with Xiaoxiao's younger sister, she suffered severe bleeding and died before they could reach the hospital.

  That man never showed up from start to finish. At that time, Shen Jian was 14 years old, I was 12 years old, and Lingling was 10 years old. This incident left a psychological shadow in Yang Zongbao's heart, and everything started from then on. Even as a 10-year-old child, Yang Zongbao felt he couldn't forgive and harbored hatred in his heart. As a result, he had mental health issues. It's really unimaginable to think about the days spent in the psychiatric hospital.

  Thinking of this, Yang Zongbao closed his eyes, despite someone downstairs calling him to eat. Yang Zongbao turned a deaf ear, looking at the woman who killed his mother and unborn sister, how could he let go.

  The door was gently pushed open and quickly closed again.

  Yang Zongbao accidentally fell asleep.

  "It was them who killed my mom, it was them." A little boy pointed at the opposite side and cried out while a pair of boys and girls were being held in a woman's arms.

  "No, it wasn't us, you fell down the stairs yourself. Auntie Zhou just happened to rush over and catch you, that's when the trouble started." The boy in the woman's arms said with a face full of resentment.

  "Xiaoxiao, is what your brother said true?" The woman squatted down and asked the girl.

  The girl didn't dare look into the boy's eyes and whispered: "It's true."

  ……

  "It's them, it's them, really is them..." The boy kept begging the adults around him. But the people around him looked at the boy with disgusted eyes. There was a particularly hateful gaze.

  Who is it? Whose gaze is that?

  ……

  "Let me out, let me out, I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy..." The boy was in a pure white world, desperately pounding on the door.

  There was only a slit in the door on the wall, and the boy saw a pair of hateful eyes.

  The boy's hand left a trail of blood on the white wall, all ten fingernails were pulled out, flesh and blood blurred, very painful, very painful...

  Who can save me? Who can save me...

  "Who can save me?" Yang Zongbao suddenly woke up. He had a dream about things from the past. Whose hateful eyes did he see in his dream? Whose were they, it doesn't matter, never mind. He's back now.

  Yang Zongbao put a smile back on his face - I, Yang Zongbao, am back.

  A drop of sweat mixed with tears flows across the corner of his mouth - very bitter.

  Yang Zongbao didn't sleep all night, but around 5 am, the door was pushed open, Yang Zongbao's quilt was lifted, and a gentle body leaned close to him.

  The unique smell of a woman pierced Yang Zongbao's ears. A man's physiological phenomenon in the morning is always very obvious. However, Yang Zongbao endured it, he clearly knew what he should do and what the other party intended.

  "Treasure, wake up." Yang Zongbao's grandmother pushed open the door and saw that Zongbao was lying in his quilt with his arm outside, not covered by a single layer of clothing.