Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Su Yu didn't fully wake up until the next day.

Accompanying this is—

"Ouch, that hurts..."

Su Meiren's face was deathly pale, perhaps from pain or excessive blood loss.

Su's father was heartbroken, but all he could do was ask the nurse for painkillers; there was really nothing else he could do.

Painkillers are quite useful, but only to a limited extent. For such a major surgery, painkillers can only alleviate the pain, not completely eliminate it.

"Dad," Su Yu was in so much pain that she couldn't eat or drink, so she tried to change the subject by making conversation, "Does my incision look terrible?"

Su's father: "..."

This is a difficult question to answer.

"Xiaoyu... actually, Dad didn't see it either."

Su Yu pouted, becoming quite sentimental after the surgery: "Dad, tell me a story."

Su's father always granted Su Yu's every request, so upon hearing this, he casually picked up a book from the bedside.

"The Burning Paradise?"

Su's father frowned, expressing his incomprehension of the book title.

This is a story about... God starting a stove to cook, which resulted in a fire?

Filled with intense curiosity, Su's father opened the book about fire safety.

Su Yu squinted as she listened to her father's story. Although she was in so much pain that she couldn't concentrate, her heart felt warm.

It's unlikely that the doctor dropped the hot water bottle into the incision, right?

It should not be.

There shouldn't be such a thing in the operating room.

She reached out and hooked her hand around Su's father's finger.

Su's father's hand trembled slightly. He put down the book and looked at her: "Still not feeling well?"

Su Yu gently shook her head: "No, it's just... Dad, being your daughter is so wonderful."

Su's father's eyes instantly turned red.

He grasped Su Yu's hand, his shoulders beginning to tremble.

……

While people in the hospital are feeling the pain, those outside are also experiencing excruciating heartache.

"Boss Lin, I've spent five hundred on cigarettes these past few days. Is Du Yucheng's men coming or not?"

Lin Ting: "Why don't you also check out the merchants who are hoarding prices?"

Fang Deliang was taken aback.

Boss Lin is really something...

She'll catch the big fish, and she won't let the small shrimp go either!

The key question is, is this price gouging?

“What I mean is, where are Du Yucheng’s men?” Fang Deliang asked.

His concern wasn't about the cost of cigarettes, but rather when the person would actually arrive.

Although his elder brother had great confidence in Lin Ting's actions, for him, who was waiting on the front lines, the later these people arrived, the more he began to suspect whether they had no intention of coming at all.

Lin Ting estimated the time and said, "It will be at the latest within the next two days. If it doesn't arrive within these two days, then we'll really be in trouble."

Fang Deliang wasn't stupid after all, and he instantly understood what Lin Ting meant.

The fact that it was less than two days ago means that Du Yucheng didn't send his men on the 800-li express courier service, and it also means that quite a few people came.

If the train journey hasn't started within the next few days, it means the other party most likely came by car.

In that case, when they arrive, from where, and what they bring... all become things to be very anxious about.

Lin Ting comforted Fang Deliang: "Mr. Fang, hang in there a little longer. Once this is done, you'll be remembered in history. Think about it, looking back and looking to the future, which crackdown didn't take at least 80% of the police force and at least three to five months, or at most a year and a half to end?"

"Besides, there's also danger, right? Our lovely police officers could get hurt!"

"Regardless of whether anyone follows later, I'm certain that there has never been such a large-scale cleanup before, yet it only required your one car to keep watch."

Fang Deliang thought for a moment and nodded: "That's true."

"So, for the sake of Secretary Fang's future, what's another five hundred?"

Fang Deliang nodded and took out one hundred yuan to give to his underling: "Buy cigarettes."

Lin Ting: "...?"

Are prices in Shenyang really that bad?

He deserved to spend 500 yuan on cigarettes!

Lin Ting knew she couldn't be as wasteful as Fang Deliang, so she quickly said to her younger brother, "Thank you for your help. Could you please bring me a cup of milk tea on your way?"

Look at her!

Spend other people's money in your own store!

I made another 53 cents this time!

Twenty minutes later, the younger brother, quite perceptive, bought two cups of milk tea, one for Lin Ting and one for Fang Deliang.

Lin Ting was even happier.

One dollar and six cents were deposited into the account.

She was starting to consider following Fang Deliang around.

"Brother, there seems to be some movement."

The driver in the front seat suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously.

Fang Deliang looked up at him: "What's wrong?"

“Look at that tour group,” the driver pointed out the window, “there are way too many of them.”

Fang Deliang looked closely, and Lin Ting also moved closer.

Upon seeing those people, Lin Ting patted Fang Deliang's arm and said, "Mr. Fang, call them and have them arrested."

"Are you sure?" Fang Deliang frowned. "Should we have Xiao Sun go and ask?"

"No need to ask, it must be." Lin Tingyan said confidently, "What kind of tour group has a hundred or so people traveling together? Besides, in the dead of winter, what are they doing in Shenyang? Coming all this way to have a snowball fight?"

"That's true……"

Fang Deliang agreed and took out his mobile phone.

Lin Ting added, "The most important thing is that even if it really is a tour group, there's no reason for them to all be wearing the same brand new military overcoats."

It's quite easy to catch people from the south in Shenyang; you can basically tell who they are just by looking at their clothes.

People like these, whose military overcoats are obviously new, who are clearly not wearing cotton-padded trousers, and whose shoes look very thin, are definitely not from Northeast China.

Fang Deliang quickly made a phone call.

Such an arrest operation could not have been carried out without the approval of the municipal police bureau. In fact, police officers were already fully prepared and waiting to make the arrests.

No more than five minutes after Fang Deliang finished making the call, plainclothes officers from several teams began to surround the area from all directions.

"Make sure no one is missed, or we'll be in trouble."

Lin Ting muttered softly.

“You can rest assured about that,” Fang Deliang said with considerable confidence. “Catching these thugs and henchmen won’t take much effort.”

As he spoke, he pointed to the vicinity of the train station and said rather smugly, "Don't be fooled by the fact that only these people have come out now; there's actually a ring of people surrounding them! They can't escape."

Lin Ting gave a thumbs up: "Professional."

"of course."

"I was praising the police officer."

"..."

Fang Deliang realized that the closer he got to Lin Ting, the less polite she became.

Thinking back to the Qingguan Teahouse back then, Miss Lin was such a good conversationalist!

I really miss it...

In front of the train station, a group of thugs who had just gotten off the train and whose heads were still buzzing from the northwest wind were suddenly forced to the ground before they could even adjust to the freezing weather.

"Don't move! Cover your head and squat down!"

A series of distinctive, sharp shouts shattered the tranquility of the train station.

Lin Ting sighed in the car: "What I'm saying is, next time we'll have the uncles change their catchphrase. Once they say that, there'll be basically no need for them to wear plainclothes."

Fang Deliang accurately grasped the key phrase: "Next time? There's going to be a next time?"