"Let me be honest with you, I really don't have any money left. If I had a little savings, I wouldn't push a girl out the door like that. The bowl of noodles you ate earlier was my last 5 yuan!"

  Looking at her, she really doesn't look like someone who's short on money. Although for some reason she's willing to live in this dump now, she must have at least 8,000 or 10,000 yuan on her. With that card and all, I reckon even 100,000 would be a low estimate. Just look at her aloof demeanor - can you cultivate that if you're poor? Have you ever seen a poor kid with two ounces of frost on their face?

  Now Guo Yi has two purposes in speaking the truth: First, if this Leng Qingfeng is also a poor kid and doesn't have any money on her, then she won't be able to stay here without eating or drinking. Second, if this girl happens to have money on her, that's easy to handle - just give herself 10,000 or 80,000 yuan, and the crisis of living will be temporarily resolved!

  As for the issue of the flower woman's money, Guo Yi had no psychological burden - firstly, I cured her injury, she should pay me medical expenses, secondly, shouldn't she also pay rent?

  "Out of money?"

  She looked at Guo Yao suspiciously, seemingly wanting to see something from his face, but apparently she believed Guo Yao's words, this guy still looks quite honest.

  Then she shook her hair and said with her face against the wall:

  "That's your problem, you can't always expect me, a girl, to make money!"

  Kuo Yi was choked for half a day and couldn't speak, took a deep breath, and viciously said:

  "But why should I support you? You're not even my girlfriend?"

  Leng Qingfeng's face didn't turn back, and she said:

  "In these few days, you can treat me as your girlfriend."

  Guo Yue smiled slyly:

  "My girlfriend is going to be a volunteer!"

  Leng Qingfeng suddenly turned around, his face darkening as he said coldly:

  "Don't think I don't know what you've been up to these past few days. You still owe me an explanation, and yet you dare to mention..."

  Guo Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he hastily compromised:

  "Alright, alright, alright, you stay then! You can stay as long as you want! I'm leaving!"

  "Where are you going?"

  "Go make some money! Good for you!"

  Kuo Yeh is getting furious!

  Where to make money? This needs careful consideration. First, find a white coat and put it on, then find a place without city management to set up a stall. Next, get a long banner with the eight big characters "Ancestral Secret Method, Wonderful Hands Revive Spring". Hmm, add "Medicine Cures Illness, Payment Upon Recovery" - treat the illness first and collect payment later. Don't look at me as young, as long as the skills are solid, I'm not afraid they won't pay.

  Kuo Yizheng was thinking, Zhang Qiang walked up the stairs with his head down.

  "Brother Qiang!"

  Guo Ye waved at him, Zhang Qiang listlessly glanced at him without a word and continued walking forward. It was only then that Guo Ye noticed his arm was wrapped in gauze with fresh blood seeping out.

  Kuo Yi was startled and hastily asked:

  "Qiang Ge, what's wrong with you?"

  "Alas, let's not mention it. Today, we had a turf war with Zhang Decheng from Hong Kong Street. Although each of us is skilled and battle-hardened, we can't compete with their connections. If Wind Brother hadn't intervened, you probably wouldn't have seen Strong Brother. Alas, two fists are no match for four hands, and heroes can't withstand the numerous rabble!"

  Guo Yi took a look at Zhang Qiang's frail physique and curled his lip in disdain.

  Who Zhang Decheng was, Guo Yi wasn't clear about and didn't want to know. Looking at Zhang Qiang's injury, he suddenly had a thought, so he pretended to be somewhat anxious and said:

  "Qiang Ge, why don't you go to the hospital? If the wound gets infected, it'll be troublesome!"

  Zhang Qiang's face flashed a hint of helplessness, and he forced a smile:

  "This little injury is nothing for us martial artists, it's no big deal! Whatever, you do your thing, I'm going back to my room!"

  "Wait, Qiang Ge, if you don't treat your wound it will be troublesome. I learned some medical skills from my family before, why don't I take a look?"

  "Alright then - you? Can you see patients?"

  "My family has a long history of traditional Chinese medicine, and my ancestors even served as imperial physicians. Although our family's fortunes have declined, we are still well-known in our local area. I may not be interested in medical skills myself, but I've learned some basics. This injury of yours is really nothing to me."

  "You? The imperial physician?"

  "Ancestors! It's the ancestors!"

  "How did you end up like this now?"

  "I told you, I'm not interested in medicine, besides who still practices traditional Chinese medicine nowadays!"

  "That's also true, otherwise, let me take a look?"

  "Alright, Brother Qiang you go back to your room and unwrap the bandage first, I'll get some medicine and be right there."

  Zhang Qiang returned to his room, and Guo Yi turned around and entered the house. He rummaged under the bed and pulled out a roll of medicinal plaster - his aunt was from a pharmaceutical factory, and she had brought back rolls of plaster instead of individual strips. Guo Yi usually used them as adhesive tape.

  Leng Qingfeng stared at the dirty band-aid in my hand with an unbelievable gaze, seemingly gritting his teeth as he spoke:

  "You're not going to use this kind of thing to treat my injury, are you?"

  "Right! This is indeed a treasure passed down from my ancestors, isn't it?"

  Leng Qingfeng didn't know whether to nod or shake his head, a rare look of confusion on his face, and after a long while, he said:

  "And yet, despite its appearance, the effect is still quite good. Why are you using it so easily and even rushing to do so? Ah, I'm talking about that little rascal outside!"

  Kuo Yi let out a sigh, tore off a piece of plaster, and turned around to leave!

  Although it is effective, who dares to use it?

  Kuo came to Zhang Qiang's room. His room was no better than Kuo's, equally dirty and messy, with a strong smell of stinky socks.

  Kuo Yimao's hands and feet were wrapped in gauze, and Zhang Qiang's face was twisted in pain as he looked at Kuo Yimao with suspicion. Kuo Yimao didn't bother to explain himself and quickly unwrapped the gauze, revealing a wound that wasn't large but was quite deep, with fresh blood still seeping out. The surface of the wound had already turned white, and it seemed that this guy was also penniless, because anyone with some money would have gone to the hospital for stitches.

  Guo Yi tore off the medicinal plaster, one hand grasping his arm with force, the other holding the plaster and slapping it onto his wound, then rubbing vigorously on his wound, while a warm current flowed through the hand grasping his arm.

  "Ah——"

  Zhang ** let out a mournful cry, suddenly jumping up more than half a meter high, and hastily retreated several steps, glaring at Guo Yao with anger.

  Guo Yi ignored his anger and lazily raised his chin:

  "What's wrong, does it still hurt?"

  Because of the need to create an air-conditioned effect, Guo Yike has been busy all along. Moreover, Leng Qingfeng's severe injury can heal instantly, so this minor injury is not worth mentioning.

  Zhang Qiang was taken aback, suspiciously touched the wound, then rotated his injured arm again, and suddenly smiled with joy, giving a thumbs up.

  "Can't see that you're young - Little Guo still has such a skill, huh? It doesn't hurt at all now, just like it wasn't injured. This medicine is too powerful, what's its name?"

  "This is called Dragon and Tiger Five Elements Ointment. It's made from... never mind, you wouldn't understand anyway. This medicine is good, but it needs to be used with a special massage technique to unblock the meridians in order to have this effect. Did you think I was just randomly pressing earlier?"