The old man was startled and stumbled back a few steps.

Seemingly knowing that there was no point in talking to the driver, the old man could only turn around and leave with a bitter expression, his steps slow and his back frail.

"etc!"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

The old man paused, then instinctively turned around.

A handsome, tall young man stepped off the bus.

"Young man, did you call me?"

The old man glanced at the young man and asked instinctively.

"Grandpa, are you going back to the village too?"

The young man approached the old man and introduced himself: "My name is Wang Qian, and I'm also from Xieyang Village. Do you remember me?"

"Wang Qian?"

The old man suddenly realized, "You're Wang Yuanguang's son?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Wang Qian nodded repeatedly, "It's me. I'll pay for your fare. Please get in the car."

As he spoke, Wang Qian helped the elderly man up and prepared to help him onto the bus.

This old man, whose full name is Feng Guangrong, is a traditional Chinese medicine doctor in their village.

Ten years ago, Feng Guangrong was deeply loved by the villagers, and they would go to him for treatment of most illnesses, big and small.

However, with the popularization of Western medicine and the suppression and exclusion by some people with ulterior motives, traditional Chinese medicine, which has lasted for thousands of years, has declined.

As the village's traditional Chinese medicine doctor, Feng Guangrong must have also suffered greatly from it.

Especially two years ago, after some of the medicines he prescribed caused problems for others, no one ever sought his medical help again.

When people get sick, they all go to the village clinic.

From then on, Feng Guangrong became destitute. In addition, he was already old and had no children, so he was now having trouble even making a living.

Of course, Wang Qian did not intend to change people's perception of traditional Chinese medicine on his own.

He just wanted to repay Feng Guangrong properly.

In his previous life, Feng Guangrong was the savior of his wife and son.

In her previous life, Lin Xiaoyu suffered a difficult childbirth. At the critical moment, it was Feng Guangrong who used traditional Chinese medicine to ensure the safety of both mother and child.

Although the events of his previous life did not actually occur after his rebirth.

But he remained grateful to this kind-hearted and honest old Chinese medicine doctor.

There was a time when he said he would find some time to properly repay the other party.

He just remembered it so badly that he had put it out of his mind.

I was fortunate enough to meet him here today, even though he didn't have enough money for a ride. How could he possibly stand idly by?

"You're going to pay my travel expenses?"

Feng Guangrong could hardly believe his ears.

"It's nothing, please don't take it to heart!"

Wang Qian smiled and continued to help the other person into the car.

"Are you really going to pay for this old man's travel expenses?"

The driver looked over, his eyes filled with hostility.

Someone helped the elderly man pay his travel expenses. It was originally none of his business; he was just a driver who was paid to drive.

but,

After he had just spoken rudely to the old man, this young man acted like a good person. In contrast, doesn't he seem like a bad person?

"What? You have a problem with me paying for his travel expenses?"

As he said this, Wang Qian took out two yuan and fifty cents from his bag and handed it to the driver.

The driver's expression shifted between anger and resentment, his eyes filled with rage and dissatisfaction.

"What? You didn't recruit anyone when we didn't have money, and now that we have money, you still don't want it?"

Wang Qian's eyes grew cold. "It's one thing if you lack manners, but shouldn't you at least have the most basic professional ethics?"

Wang Qian had indeed disliked this driver for a long time.

He always had a stern face, as if the passengers owed him money. He would either swear, make sarcastic remarks, or hurl insults.

"What did you say?"

The driver immediately flew into a rage, shouting, "How dare you call me rude?"

"I'm just stating the facts!"

Wang Qian did not back down at all, "As a driver, you can't even show the most basic courtesy to passengers. Am I wrong?"

"Haha, great, excellent!"

The driver laughed angrily, "Since you're so arrogant, then you can figure out your own way back. I won't give this old man a ride, and I won't give you a ride either!"

"You think you can just say you won't poop and then you won't?"

Wang Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, "You're just an employee hired by the company, not the boss. I paid you, so you have to get on the bus!"

This bus belongs to a private company.

This driver was just an employee of the company, but he treated the bus as if it were his own, departing whenever he wanted and making things difficult for the passengers.

So it wasn't just him; many people had long harbored resentment.

However, everyone else was wary of the other person being the driver, fearing that the other person might deliberately cause an accident on the road, or that the driver might target them. Almost everyone only dared to be angry, but dared not speak out.

but,

He won't indulge you.

Social ills such as hospitals accepting tips, officials accepting bribes, and using back channels to get things done will be severely cracked down on in the future.

This driver in front of us needs to be taught a lesson, otherwise who knows how many more people will continue to suffer from his humiliation.

Of course, he could ignore it, but this bus is heading to his home. If he doesn't change this bad habit, his family might suffer the same fate in the future.

"If I say you can't go up, then you can't go up!"

The driver was also enraged by Wang Qian. He took a few steps back to the car door, spread his arms to block the way for passengers, and said, "You've offended me and you still want me to give you a ride? You're dreaming!"

"You're not going to poop, huh?"

Wang Qian had anticipated this move and wasn't bothered. He simply said calmly, "You'd better follow the rules, or I can assure you, you won't be staying in this position for long!"

"Oh ho, you actually dare to threaten me?"

The driver immediately laughed, "I'm not fucking giving you a ride, are you going to eat me alive?"

"Fine, you said it!"

Wang Qian held out a hand, "Then give me back the money I just spent on the ticket!"

"You've offended me, and you still want your money back?"

The driver sneered and waved his hand dismissively, "Once a ticket is purchased, it's non-refundable and non-exchangeable!"

"So you're neither going to let me get on the bus nor giving me my money back, is that it?" Wang Qian asked meaningfully.

"So what if it is?"

The driver seemed used to being arrogant and didn't take Wang Qian's words seriously at all. He waved his hand like he was shooing away flies, "Get lost, get lost, don't stand here like a wooden stake and block other people from getting on the bus!"

"Young man, how about... we just forget about it!"

Seeing Wang Qian arguing fiercely with the driver, Feng Guangrong said earnestly, "Aren't you going back to the village? There's no need to argue with the driver over an old man like me. It's not worth it."

He paused for a moment, then added, "Why don't you apologize to him to avoid future trouble when taking the bus?"

The driver also heard these words.

He turned his head to one side, held it high, and a smug smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

Before Wang Qian could answer, he seemed to already see the other person coming to apologize to him.

That old man was right. His bus was the only means of transportation to Xieyang Village. If this young man offended him, he would have plenty of ways to make things difficult for him whenever he wanted to come to or return home from the county town.