He stood there, dumbfounded.

He felt like something was wrong.

Even if he hadn't been killed outright, he should at least be paralyzed on the ground, gasping for breath, more air going out than coming in.

How was it possible for him to stand up again?

He reached out and touched the bloodstains on his forehead.

His hand came back smeared with blood.

But he wasn't dizzy, he wasn't swaying.

It was as if he could just wipe it off with a tissue, and he wouldn't even need disinfectant or bandages before driving himself home.

Maybe he could even stop for hotpot on the way.

Old Zhang even wondered if he should lie back down.

"You're faking it, you're faking it, you're faking it!"

The young driver got out of the car and pointed at Old Zhang, shouting hoarsely.

Old Zhang didn't even bother to look at him.

The captain of the Tongcheng Criminal Police Brigade, out here at a crossroads early in the morning, trying to scam people?

How could you be so shameless?

Soon, police cars and ambulances arrived.

The processing procedures were put into place.

With surveillance footage, right and wrong were immediately apparent.

Especially after learning Old Zhang's identity, the driver immediately admitted his mistake, willing to accept the punishment and education with a very sincere attitude.

Old Zhang, who hadn't been dizzy before, felt dizzy after a trip to the hospital and the traffic police station. The bureau leaders even came to see him, and after seeing his head bandaged up, they encouraged him for a long time and specially granted him leave to rest.

If Old Zhang hadn't refused the journalist interviews and special reports, he probably wouldn't be able to get away right now.

Perhaps other people liked to be interviewed, liked to show their faces, or get on a talk show or something, but Old Zhang had already had his own memorial service broadcast on television.

He was too lazy to join in on that kind of fun.

Most importantly, he felt that his current position was pretty good, and he didn't want to be promoted anymore.

His car was towed back by the traffic police brigade. He wanted to drive his car back, but he was refused. Although Old Zhang could walk and talk and seemed fine, his head was bandaged up so thickly that no one dared to let him drive.

A police officer from the traffic police team drove Old Zhang back to his rented apartment. Old Zhang returned to the apartment,

lay down,

and began to meditate.

However,

as soon as he entered the meditative state,

the scene of him being hit by the car immediately surfaced in his mind.

He shuddered in fright,

and sighed helplessly.

Old Zhang wanted to go back to the Late Night Bookstore to ask.

He felt that there must be something wrong with his body.

But he had just come out, and to go back again so soon didn't feel right. Anyway, he hadn't been killed by the car, which was a good thing. He would wait and see, no rush.

He had already asked Lao Dao and Attorney An, and they said he was fine, so he should be fine.

He wouldn't continue meditating.

Old Zhang wasn't really sleepy anyway.

He simply got up and sat at his desk,

picking up a file and starting to read it.

After reading for an hour,

Old Zhang stretched,

preparing to go downstairs to find a noodle shop to fill his stomach.

At this moment,

the phone rang.

It was a police officer from his team.

"Hello, Xiao Xu, what's the matter?"

"Captain, are you free today?"

"I'm fine, I'm at home."

"It's like this, didn't two new recruits get assigned today? We decided to get together for lunch. Is it convenient for you, Captain?"

Old Zhang hesitated for a moment and said,

"Yes, it's convenient."

"Okay, I'll send you the address of the small restaurant."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

After receiving the address, Old Zhang went downstairs and took a taxi to the small restaurant.

Most of the team was already there. It was just a simple meal, without alcohol. They were all drinking beverages, since they had to continue working in the afternoon.

"Captain!"

"Captain!"

His subordinates all stood up to greet him.

Old Zhang nodded to each of them,

then his gaze swept over the two new recruits at the table.

The first one was very robust, with bulging muscles.

The second…

The second one,

why did the second one look so familiar?

"Captain, this is Wang Li, this is Zhang Feng, they're new."

Zhang Feng?

Zhang Feng!

Old Zhang staggered, almost falling to the ground.

No wonder he looked so familiar.

It was actually his son!

"Captain, hello."

Zhang Feng stepped forward and shook hands with Old Zhang.

Old Zhang smiled stiffly,

reached out and grasped his son's hand,

and said,

"Pour…

Pour Wang Lao Ji for everyone, let's have a toast."

…………

"Are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Attorney An asked the person beside him on the pillow.

The little boy shook his head.

"Is there anything special?"

The little boy continued to shake his head.

"Not even a little bit?"

"No."

"Then how come I saw you looking so happy when he patted you on the shoulder?"

The little boy frowned, looked at Attorney An, and said very seriously,

"It seemed like you were even happier than I was at the time."

"…" Attorney An.

"It's different. I treat him as my superior, and I think I'm sucking up well enough, but I'm still not as good as you. You opened your mouth and called him 'Ancestor'.

You're the smart one. If you call him Ancestor at this time, Ancestor will definitely give you something to celebrate the New Year.

Lao Dao's monkey isn't as savvy as you. It just shrank back in fear. Could it be that that person would even stew monkey brains to nourish it?"

"I think, that person wasn't dissatisfied with the monkey. That person was dissatisfied with Lao Dao."

"Hmm?" Attorney An was slightly surprised. Not bad, he could actually see that?

"I think the reason he spoke to you at all was because you happened to be standing next to Lao Dao at the time."

"…" Attorney An.

Sometimes,

the truth can be very hurtful.

"But I'm very curious, why would that person have such a special emotion towards Lao Dao?"

Attorney An immediately chuckled casually and said, "What's so special about it? He didn't even say a word, did he?"

"No, it's different. I could feel that the way that person looked at everyone present was similar to how ordinary people look at garbage discarded on the side of the road."

"Cough cough…" Attorney An coughed a few times.

"But when he looked at Lao Dao, I could feel that for a moment, he was angry, a very obvious emotional fluctuation.

Would you be angry at a piece of garbage on the side of the road?"

"I don't particularly like being compared to garbage."

"But in his eyes, we are garbage. The only difference is that some are recyclable and some are not."

"Too profound." Attorney An wanted to end the topic.

The little boy looked directly at Attorney An and said, "Don't you think that Lao Dao is different from us?"

"Of course he's different. He's the only real living person in the whole bookstore now. A rare, protected animal."

"Yes, a normal living person who has lived here for a year or two, isn't that strange?

Also, it's said that the boss he followed last time had an accident, but he actually survived.

I didn't think much of it before, but this time, even 'Ancestor' looked at him differently. I think…"

"These words are better left in your heart."

The little boy smiled. "You guessed something a long time ago, didn't you?"

"What's the use of guessing? What's the use of not guessing?

Life has to be lived day by day, and food has to be eaten one bite at a time.

You should be thinking about how to get the boss to take you when you go to Sichuan again in a while."

"Oh, I understand."

"Good, it's good that you understand. Let's sleep a little longer."

………………

"Ah~~"

Fangfang stretched,

and yawned again.

The winter sun was really comfortable on her body.

Fangfang was getting sleepy.

Fortunately, she was quite dedicated and didn't actually sit there and doze off. Instead, she tried hard to prop up her cheeks and forced herself to stare at the entrance of the store.

Her head,

bobbed up and down…

Her eyes,

were on high alert…

Occasionally, passersby would walk past the pharmacy, and they would feel a little uneasy when Fangfang scanned them like that.

At this moment,

three men with bandages and casts all over their bodies walked out of the ward inside, startling Fangfang.

"Oh, are you leaving already?"

Fangfang stood up, very enthusiastically.

Because just now, these three had paid off all their medical expenses for the past two months. They transferred the money very quickly. Thanks to them, this pharmacy actually managed to turn a profit before the end of the year!

Fangfang really wanted them to stay there forever.

That way, the performance report for next year would also be secured.

"Yes, we won't delay, we won't delay."

Gou Xin signaled to Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai behind him, and the two immediately followed.

Yes,

when they woke up,

they immediately decided to leave this place!

If they didn't leave,

they would despair!

"Oh, good, should I get you a taxi?" Fangfang asked.

"Good, thank you, thank you."

At the same time, Gou Xin seemed to have thought of something and immediately said,

"We've already told the people next door, so there's no need to notify them again. Sending them back and forth is too much trouble."

"Yes, that's what I think too. I'm most afraid of this kind of trouble." Fangfang agreed. "Wait a moment, I'll help you call a car."

"Okay, thank you."

"Don't mention it, come again in the future!"

"…" Gou Xin.

Fangfang walked to the outside of the store,

took out her phone, wanting to call a car, and also looked around to see if there were any passing taxis, but it was really difficult to find any at noon. The ride-hailing app also kept showing that she was in the queue.

Fangfang was a little helpless,

when she happened to see Lao Dao squatting at the entrance of the store, brushing his teeth.

"Glug glug… Ptooey!"

Lao Dao took the towel wrapped around his shoulders, wiped his mouth, folded it up, and briskly wiped his face.

He had just woken up and would have to go and work on the renovation and repair later.

"Hey, Lao Dao!"

Fangfang waved at Lao Dao.

"Hmm?" Lao Dao stood up and looked at Fangfang. "What's the matter, young lady?"

"Those patients are being discharged from the hospital. It's hard to get a taxi now, so please give them a ride, after all, they've spent so much money here."

Hearing this, Lao Dao immediately put down his things, clapped his hands, and said,

"That's right, that's what we should do, that's what we should do. I'll drive them myself.

We have to be kind, we have to see a person through to the end."