Old Mo, eating fish in a courtyard house, reigning supreme in Hong Kong.

Chapter 89: The Entire Hospital Attends Their Last Meal

In the courtyard house.

The air was now filled with laughter and joy.

There was no way to hide something this big; it couldn't be concealed any longer. The police had already come and arrested Gu Shan.

Now it's all good; that damned old man Mo has finally been caught. They no longer have a knife hanging over their heads.

It's worth mentioning that, because some of the corpses in the compound had already begun to decompose, Xu Damao had already taken Qin Jingru and moved out. They had no desire to associate with these people.

Yi Zhonghai and Yan Bugui, in high spirits, convened another hospital-wide meeting to share this joyous news with everyone.

Hearing him say that made everyone even happier; it was finally confirmed.

He went to Director Yang's house to kill someone, but was caught red-handed by the police. This time, there's no way he can get out.

What is there to worry about?

Those whose families had no dead members felt as if dawn had broken.

The Liu family was the most unfortunate; every single one of them died.

Yi Zhonghai stood up, looking grief-stricken, and said, "Alright. Although it's a good thing that Lao Mo has been arrested, the body in the hospital must be sent away as soon as possible."

I've made the decision. Tomorrow, my third uncle and I will pay for everyone's funerals together.

So, everyone please take the day off tomorrow. Those who need to help out, please help out; those who are invited to the banquet, please attend. Our courtyard house will enter a new era starting tomorrow.

Upon hearing this, everyone readily agreed. A free meal with a feast—why wouldn't they agree?

So, after the meeting, everyone went out to shop. Some bought groceries, others bought funeral supplies. Everyone had a clear division of labor.

The next morning, several large pots were set up in the courtyard, and people began stir-frying vegetables and cooking rice with a loud rumble.

Those who did the cooking and preparing the food were all people whose families hadn't died. They moved quickly and efficiently, almost with a sense of joy.

Only those whose families have lost someone have a sorrowful expression on their faces.

Qin Huairu lay on Banggeng's coffin, weeping bitterly.

Yan Bugui, along with Yan Jiekuang and Yan Jiedi, were also there mourning.

Yi Zhonghai brought back the bodies of Liu Haizhong and his second aunt, and silently put them into coffins.

In no time, the entire courtyard was filled with bright red coffins.

Around noon, the dishes began to be served.

After everyone had eaten their fill, they carried the coffins up the mountain and buried them. Then, a new life began.

Just then, people from Peking Union Medical College Hospital arrived and found Yi Zhonghai.

They took Yi Zhonghai aside and whispered to him, "Comrade Yi Zhonghai, the deaf old lady asked us to inform you to go and bring her back."

He said she didn't have much time left and didn't want to die in the hospital. She hoped you could bring her back; she had something to tell you.

"Okay, thank you both."

"You're welcome, it's what we should do."

After the two comrades finished speaking, they left.

Yi Zhonghai remained silent.

A funeral is being held right now, and as the leader here, it would be bad if he left.

However, considering the possibility of a large inheritance from the deaf old lady, Yi Zhonghai had no choice but to go.

Others might not know, but Yi Zhonghai knew how much the deaf old lady owned. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so eager to take care of an old woman.

To put it bluntly, even the most filial sons don't stay by the bedside of a chronically ill parent! Even a biological son wouldn't do this. Given Yi Zhonghai's character, would he make such a selfless sacrifice without some personal gain?

Yi Zhonghai found Yan Bugui: "Old Yan, the hospital notified me to go and pick up the old lady. It might take a while. You don't need to wait for me here, please start eating when the food is served!"

"When I get back, we can grab a quick bite and then go up the mountain together. So, I'll leave things at the yard to you for now."

Yan Bugui nodded: "Okay. Go ahead!"

"Can I borrow your bicycle?"

Yi Zhonghai pushed Yan Bugui's bicycle and set off. These days, Yan Bugui no longer asks for even a penny or two.

Here in the courtyard, the dishes are served.

Everyone immediately sat down at the table and began to eat eagerly.

Yan Bugui also took a seat with his son and daughter, and they ate with great relish.

Qin Huairu, who had been crying and sobbing, couldn't wait to join everyone at the table after seeing how excited they were eating. She was afraid that if everyone else finished, she wouldn't have any left to eat.

The food on each table was eaten in just ten or twenty minutes until everyone was so full they couldn't eat anymore.

Yan Bugui, that old foodie, was already there picking his teeth.

Looking at the leftover food on the table, Yan Bugui exclaimed how a pity it was.

"Alright. Everyone's eaten. Let's get ready. When Uncle Yi comes back, we'll carry the coffin up the mountain!"

After saying that, Yan Bugui let out a burp.

"it is good."

The young people immediately agreed and got to work.

Meanwhile, Yi Zhonghai hailed a three-wheeled vehicle outside Peking Union Medical College Hospital. He went inside the hospital and helped the deaf elderly woman into the vehicle.

The three-wheeled vehicle, fearing it might jolt the deaf old lady, drove slowly and steadily towards the courtyard house.

Half an hour later, the three-wheeled vehicle finally made it back to the entrance of the courtyard house.

"Come quick! Our ancestor has returned! Come quickly and help us carry him back."

Yi Zhonghai jumped out of the car and shouted loudly at the gate of the courtyard house.

However, no one responded to him; instead, he heard some unusual noises.

Yi Zhonghai's heart skipped a beat.

He quickly parked his bicycle, rushed over, and pushed open the gate of the courtyard house.

Gaa...

The scene before him nearly scared Yi Zhonghai to death.

The people in the courtyard were not sitting on benches eating; instead, they were all lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth.

Everyone in the entire compound was lying on the ground, their eyes rolled back. They wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound.

Yan Bugui was closer to the main gate, and he had already heard Yi Zhonghai's voice.

He rolled over and lay face down on the ground, stretching his hand towards the doorway, foaming at the mouth and making hoarse noises.

"Old Yi, help! Help me!"

Yi Zhonghai was so frightened that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"What's going on? Why isn't anyone coming out yet? Hurry up, I need to get back to find work!"

The tricycle driver grew impatient. He jumped off the vehicle and entered the courtyard house.

Gaa...

The three-wheeled vehicle driver's eyes widened, and he felt a chill run through his entire body.

"W-what, what's going on?"

The scene looked like a zombie apocalypse, which really terrified the tricycle driver.

Yi Zhonghai finally regained some of his senses. He yelled at the tricycle driver, "Quick, your vehicle is fast! Go call the police! Someone's poisoned us! Mass poisoning! Hurry..."

"Oh, oh, oh..."

The three-wheeled vehicle driver quickly ran out, jumped into the vehicle, and started driving, stepping on the gas pedal, whirring as he headed towards Hongxing.

He just wanted to get to Hongxing Police Station as quickly as possible, and seemed to have forgotten that there was an old lady in his car!

"Giggle, what's going on?"

The deaf old lady was so aching from the jolting that she didn't want to keep going anymore!

"Ouch, Master, what are you doing? Slow down, slow down! My old bones can't take it... Ouch..."

However, her voice was too soft.