The county town, the guesthouse.

Upon learning that the men who had fought with them over Zhao Youcai had left, everyone felt much more relieved.

This relaxation was a mistake; they all caught a cold and fell ill as soon as they turned around.

After reviewing all the documents, Zhao Youcai finally found time to go to the guesthouse. However, he didn't see a single person; instead, the staff told him that the entire group had moved to the hospital.

Zhao Youcai was shocked after hearing this.

He didn't know about this, but now that he does, it would be a bit much if he didn't go to the hospital to check on those patients.

Thinking about how difficult it is to buy things these days, and also about the group of patients in the hospital, Zhao Youcai specially cleared out a bamboo basket he used to hold eggs and took out a lot of fruits that could be found anywhere in the warehouse.

For example, apples and oranges filled most of the basket.

Then I divided the sticky rice cakes that I had just made yesterday and brought from home into half of them and put them in the basket, finally filling it to the brim.

It wasn't that Zhao Youcai was reluctant to part with the other precious fruits in the warehouse; it was simply that those people were all outsiders, and exposing too many secrets would cause trouble.

Zhao Youcai believes he has ambitions to expand his business, but given the current social environment and background, he should try to keep a low profile.

Frankly speaking, even if there is a crackdown on wealthy capitalists in a few years, it won't target Zhao Youcai.

He came from a poor family; his family background was practically impeccable.

Moreover, all the money he earned was done legitimately under the government's nose. With the government's support and guidance, his business grew bigger and bigger, and he was not subject to being vandalized or looted.

Zhao Youcai arrived at the hospital carrying a large basket. After asking which ward the group of people were in, he learned that all of them, including the foreign ministry staff, were staying in the same ward.

Zhao Youcai was even more shocked.

In this small hospital in the county town, a ward can only hold a maximum of six people.

There were more than six people from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs; how did they manage to fit them all into one hospital room?

It wasn't until he saw the several extra beds crammed into the ward that Zhao Youcai understood.

He never imagined that this group of people would come up with all sorts of tricks to save money.

The reality was not as Zhao Youcai thought. The safety of these people was of utmost importance, but there weren't many people who came to protect them.

If they are spread out to several wards, it would be bad if something happened.

The person who was the most seriously ill was the very same traitor who had led the group to find Zhao Youcai.

He was so moved to tears when he saw Zhao Youcai come to see them and bring them such a big basket.

The scene I never dared to dream of actually appeared before my eyes, who can believe it!

Unexpectedly, Zhao Youcai hadn't taken more than a few steps when a nurse rushed over, dragged him out, and yelled at him, causing an awkward silence to fall over everyone in the ward.

"Comrade, I'm not trying to be mean, but you're really brave. There's such a big sign on the door that clearly says 'Isolation Ward,' can't you see it?"

Zhao Youcai hadn't really noticed any of this. But when he looked closely, his gaze fell somewhat resentfully on the loud-voiced nurse's face, which was completely covered by a mask.

He pointed to the door and asked somewhat sullenly:

"Excuse me, nurse, where is that big piece of paper pasted?"

The nurse's temper flared up, and she was about to shove the piece of paper by the door with her hand, but she immediately fell silent when her gaze swept over it.

The door was completely empty; there wasn't even a scrap of paper, let alone a whole sheet.

He looked down again and saw that the ground was empty and very clean.

Just then, a nurse came running towards them quickly with a piece of paper in her hand.

"Head Nurse, what are you doing here?"

Then he carefully stuck the paper on the door and clapped his hands in satisfaction.

This was the first time the head nurse had ever been so humiliated, and her tone became even colder and harsher.

"Where did the paper that was pasted on the door go? Why has it been put up again?"

The nurse said "Oh," and quickly replied with a smile:

"The old paper was torn up by the cleaning lady who was wiping the doors and disinfecting. When I came back from my rounds just now, I saw that it was gone, so I quickly went back and wrote another one. And here it is, I've put it back up."

The cleaning caused a lot of trouble for the nurses' station, and the head nurse has already made a name for herself against it.

It wasn't because he managed the nurses well, nor because he was technically skilled; it was simply because he was always arguing with people, even daring to slam his fist on the table and challenge the vice president, and even winning an argument.

Originally, they had planned to teach Zhao Youcai, this arrogant and ignorant person, a lesson, but now they were too ashamed to say anything to him.

Just when the head nurse was feeling awkward, Zhao Youcai, with his exceptionally high emotional intelligence, took the initiative to speak up.

"Those people inside are friends who came here this time. I just found out they were sick, so I came to check on them. I don't know if these things are suitable for them to eat?"

As he spoke, Zhao Youcai removed the cloth covering the basket.

The head nurse did indeed look through it carefully and nodded slightly.

"Anything is fine, as long as they are interested in eating these right now."

After all, when people are sick, they don't want to do anything, and even drinking water feels like swallowing a knife.

Zhao Youcai naturally understood this principle and knew that the head nurse's bad attitude was for his own health, so he naturally wouldn't hold a grudge against her attitude.

Besides, how can a person who eats grains and other foods not get sick? You can't afford to offend doctors and nurses.

Zhao Youcai took out a few apples and oranges and gave them to the head nurse and the nurse who had just come to put up the big characters, then smiled and spoke again.

"Since it's inconvenient for me to go in here, I'd like to trouble you two comrades to help carry the things in. Please also tell them to take good care of themselves, as nothing is more important than good health. Once they've recovered, I'll personally entertain them."

Both of them benefited, so they were naturally all smiles.

Although the hospital has regulations against accepting gifts from patients' relatives, Zhao Youcai kept saying "Comrades, you've worked hard" and "Everyone who brings a gift should have one."

They were so enthusiastic that I couldn't refuse, so I smiled and opened my hands to accept it.

Zhao Youcai had no intention of staying in the hospital any longer, since hospitals were the places with the most viruses, and he didn't want to get sick.

Back at his home in the county town, he took off his clothes right at the door, threw them into a large basin of water, and soaked a small piece of handmade soap in it.

He then went inside and drank a large cup of brown sugar ginger tea until he started sweating slightly on his forehead.

"Just waiting for them isn't a solution; time isn't something to be wasted."

So, Zhao Youcai, who couldn't stay idle, decided to take advantage of these few days to visit a building materials factory in the city.

Now that we've bought so much land, we have to do something with it; it's such a waste to leave it empty.

As I walked towards the station, a voice suddenly came from behind me.

"Hey old man up ahead! Stop!"