Reborn in 1977, starting with severing ties with family.

Jiang Sen's smile faded slightly.

He said, "This has nothing to do with today's matter, right?"

Seeing the change in Jiang Sen's attitude, the policewoman realized she had misspoke and quickly apologized.

"Sorry, I was just curious. Okay, now that the statement is done, I'll take you home!"

Jiang Sen got up, put on his coat, and followed the two men outside.

The young officer said, "Wait for me a moment, I'll go with you to deliver it!"

Seeing him run into the office next door, Jiang Sen joked, "Is he worried about leaving you alone with me?"

The policewoman blushed. "Don't talk nonsense, let's go!"

After getting into the police car, the young officer finally arrived before we drove off, opened the door, and got in. "Alright, let's go!"

Unexpectedly, just as the car reached the gate, it was blocked by two jeeps coming from the opposite direction.

The policewoman opened the car window and looked outside.

The jeep's headlights flashed twice to let them see the license plate.

The policewoman paused for a moment, then turned around and reversed the car.

Two jeeps pulled up to the building entrance, and several people got out.

Jiang Sen saw Luo Jianshe get out of the jeep and quickly opened the door, "Jianshe!"

Luo Jianshe was about to enter the building when he heard the shout, stopped, turned around and saw Jiang Sen, then quickly ran over.

"Brother, are you alright?"

"It's nothing!" Jiang Sen got out of the car. "With this commotion, anyone who didn't know better would think I'd killed someone."

"Are you really alright?" He looked Jiang Sen up and down.

"It's alright!"

The policewoman got out of the car and said, "She was slashed by a thug and needed more than twenty stitches, and she still says she's fine?"

"Damn it! Let me see, where did he cut me?" Luo Jianshe panicked and started tearing off Jiang Sen's clothes.

"What are you doing? Don't bother, I can do it myself!" Jiang Sen took off his coat and turned around to show him.

Luo Jianshe's eyes turned red as he turned around and shouted, "Brother Zhao! They chopped my brother up!"

Jiang Sen never expected that this matter would alarm Secretary Zhao.

So Minister Luo knew about it too?

This is going to be big!

“Jianshe, I’m perfectly fine, aren’t I? They even offered to take me home. If you keep making this a big deal, will we even be able to celebrate the New Year?”

"My brother got stabbed during the New Year, and he still wants to celebrate?! Damn it!" Luo Jianshe started cursing. "Brother Zhao, you handle this. You have to avenge my brother!"

The policewoman frowned upon hearing this. "I said, this is the police station. What do you want?"

Luo Jianshe then noticed that the driver was a policewoman, and his eyes lit up.

"What's your name? What's your position?"

"Why...why should I tell you? You haven't told me who you are or what you're doing here."

While they were arguing, the bureau chief, having heard the news, rushed out of the building.

"What brings you here, Brother Zhao? Come in, please!"

Secretary Zhao turned to look at Jiang Sen and said to Luo Jianshe, "Take him back first!"

Luo Jianshe waved his hand to indicate that he understood, and then asked the policewoman if he could say anything more.

Seeing that the chief had come out, the policewoman knew that she was out of the picture. She locked the car and said to the young officer, "That's all for us, let's go!"

"Hey, don't go! You still haven't told me your name!"

Jiang Sen and Laro Construction said, "That's about enough! Be careful not to tell Xiaoping later!"

"Let's go home!"

Once Jiang Sen got into Luo Jianshe's car, he learned that the call the old cripple had made to Luo Jianshe was answered by Minister Luo.

Is this okay?

His savior suffered so much and finally made it to Kyoto, but before he could even enjoy a few good days, he was bullied.

He immediately sent Secretary Zhao with a group of people over, and of course, Luo Jianshe went along as well.

"How could I possibly accept this?" Jiang Sen said. "This little thing has bothered Uncle Luo. I thought it was just you who called, so you could handle it. What a mess!"

"It's related to that old cripple. Even if I answered the phone, I wouldn't dare hide it from my dad! But do you know that policewoman's name? Judging from her demeanor, doesn't she look a bit like my sister-in-law?"

"Get out of here! You better behave yourself. You have Xiaoping at home, and you still want to spend money outside? Be careful Uncle Luo finds out, or he'll break your legs!"

"Hehe, I was just asking!"

When we arrived home and got out of the car, Yingzi and the old cripple had already wrapped the dumplings.

He was taken aback when he saw Luo Jianshe.

Yingzi asked, "Why are you here? Aren't you spending the New Year at home?"

The old cripple said, "I'm sorry to have troubled you to make this trip. Tell the old commander that when you come over tomorrow, we'll have a good drink together."

"No way! You mean you want me to go back?" Luo Jianshe laughed. "My dad said I can stay here tonight, and they'll all come over tomorrow. What's the point of me making a fuss? Sister-in-law, what kind of filling do you want for the dumplings?"

Jiang Sen was afraid that Yingzi would find out he was injured, so he didn't dare to say anything and instead gave Luo Jianshe a wink.

"You stay here, I'm going back to my room to change my clothes!"

"Well, let's go!"

Luo Jianshe and Jiang Sen became increasingly in sync. Jiang Sen didn't mention his injury, and neither did Luo Jianshe, who even helped cover for him.

"Yingzi, the dried meat is so delicious! We took so much the other day, and we've almost finished it all! Luckily, I hid some, otherwise my dad's men would have taken it all."

Yingzi laughed and said, "I'll make it for you later. You can hide it and keep it for yourself."

After washing his hands, the old cripple sat there with Luo Jianshe, smoking and watching TV.

After Yingzi finished cleaning up the cutting board and took it to the kitchen, she asked, "I smell medicine and blood. Is Jiang Sen injured?"

Luo Jianshe knew he couldn't hide it anymore, so he nodded and glanced in the direction of the kitchen. "There's a long gash on his back. He said it took more than twenty stitches."

The old cripple nodded. "You're young, this injury is nothing. Don't tell Yingzi."

Jiang Sen changed his clothes. Since he had nowhere to put his bloodstained, tattered clothes, he crumpled them up, put them in a snakeskin bag, and placed them in the corner.

I was thinking of throwing it away when I had some free time.

After entering the house, the old cripple asked, "Was the cut deep enough?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Sen subconsciously looked at Luo Jianshe.

Luo Jianshe shrugged and said, "He figured it out himself. I didn't say anything, so don't blame me!"

Jiang Sen sat down with a grin. "It's not deep. It didn't even break any bones. The forensic doctor said it'll be fine in a few days."

"Forensic doctor?" Luo Jianshe's eyes widened.

"Ah, a forensic doctor!"

"The police forensic doctor stitched you up, you didn't go to the hospital?"

"No! He said that even the head of surgery at the General Hospital of the Military Region would have to admit defeat when he met him."

"No, he's a forensic doctor, he stitches up dead people, and he's stitching you up?" Luo Jianshe looked like he'd seen a ghost.

Jiang Sen chuckled, "What's so special about it? I was even stitched up while lying on their dissection table!"

Luo Jianshe felt terrible; his hair was blowing in his eyes and he was disheveled in the wind.

The old cripple didn't seem to care. "It's alright, there's nothing to be afraid of. On the battlefield, doctors stitch up both the living and the dead, don't they? Now there are doctors who specialize in treating the dead, right?"

Jiang Sen then realized that forensic medicine was still a relatively new profession in this era, and many people were unaware of it.

"What do you need sewn?" Yingzi came in. "Whose clothes are torn? Bring them here for me to sew."

“No!” Jiang Sen and Luo Jianshe exclaimed almost simultaneously.

Yingzi looked at the two of them suspiciously, "Your reactions are wrong!"

"No!" they both said in hushed tones, speaking at the same time.

The old cripple calmly lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said, "Look at the time? Shouldn't we be setting off firecrackers and cooking dumplings?"

Yingzi looked at Jiang Sen, then at Luo Jianshe, and began to roll up her sleeves. "Are you going to say it yourselves, or do I have to tell you to say it?"