"Wait a moment." The man had just taken two steps when Qi Yun called out to him from behind.

The man turned his head suspiciously, his figure appearing somewhat thin under the streetlamp, with messy hair and a scraggly beard on his face.

Qi Yun got up and walked over, asking, "Why are you sleeping here? Are you in trouble?"

The man stared at him in a daze, without making a sound, his eyes lacking any spark.

Qi Yun chuckled, unsure whether the guy just didn't like talking to people or was simply too hungry to think straight.

"Hungry? How about some barbecue nearby? My treat!"

Upon hearing the word "barbecue," the man unconsciously licked his chapped lips, and his stomach let out an uncooperative "grumble." He nodded frantically without a second thought.

Seeing this, Qi Yun knew that the information wasn't wrong; the guy was truly hungry.

"Let's go, I'm a bit hungry myself. Let's grab a drink together."

The man nodded and followed Qi Yun to a nearby grill stall.

Even though it was already past midnight, the charcoal fire at the barbecue stall was still burning brightly, with small groups of diners drinking beer, eating skewers, and talking big.

Qi Yun found a corner seat and then called out to Chen Wei not far away, "Brother Wei, join me for some late-night snacks."

Chen Wei instinctively wanted to decline but ultimately came over and sat down after giving it a thought.

"Boss, thirty skewers of grilled meat, three grilled kidneys, and a case of beer," Qi Yun waved to the owner.

The barbecue over here in Jiang Province is not as delicate as the mainland; for ordinary people, five or six skewers are usually enough to be full. He only ordered this much because he thought the guy was hungry for two days.

Soon, the grilled meat and beer were served one after another.

The man immediately started devouring the food ravenously, finally slowing down his speed after consuming about ten skewers.

Qi Yun picked up the beer and poured a cup for him, then asked, "What's your family name, brother? Why are you lying in the greenbelt so late at night?"

Finally, the man spoke, "My surname is Pang; I'm called Pang Zefeng."

"I got kicked out by the construction site foreman two days ago; he said I wasn't strong enough and couldn't handle the work. I have nowhere else to stay, so I had to rough it out on the lawn for a night."

Qi Yun looked at the man's hands for a moment. Though a bit dirty and with a few band-aids, there were no calluses at all — definitely not the hands of someone accustomed to manual labor.

"What did you do before?"

Pang Zefeng was silent for a while before replying, "I was a doctor before."

Qi Yun nodded upon hearing this, his instincts telling him it matched up, so he continued asking, "Why did you go from being a doctor to working at a construction site?"

Pang Zefeng fell silent again, then drank a cup of beer in one go, tears tracing lines down his dusty face.

Realizing he touched a sore spot, Qi Yun quickly poured another cup for Pang Zefeng.

"I was framed; my medical license was revoked," Pang Zefeng said with a hoarse voice. There's no telling how much bitterness was hidden behind those words.

Qi Yun didn't press further, not wanting to dig deeper into painful wounds, instead asking, "What about your family? Why don't you go back home?"

This question made Pang Zefeng, who was trying hard to control his emotions, break down instantly, crying uncontrollably.

This drew the gaze of several nearby patrons.

Qi Yun clicked his tongue, realizing he might have asked the wrong question. He intended to avoid painful memories, yet managed to strike directly at the heart.

Pang Zefeng, perhaps suppressing emotions too long, cried for over ten minutes, a mournful stream of snot and tears.

Only after he finished crying did Qi Yun pass him a pack of cigarettes, "Do you smoke?"

Pang Zefeng shook his head, took another sip of beer, and answered Qi Yun's earlier question: "I have no family; my parents passed away, and my wife left me when I went bankrupt."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun's hand holding the cigarette froze mid-air, a hint of shock on his face.

Isn't this just like my ex-wife?

He furrowed his brow, finished the cigarette, then continued to ask, "Why didn't you look for a medically related job?"

Pang Zefeng shook his head, "I've got a blemish now; places refuse to take me. I don't want to fool anyone by hiding the revoked license incident."

"I see."

Qi Yun took a sip of beer, suddenly struck by a thought.

That formula he had, could it be possible to replace those few expensive medicinal herbs with ordinary ones and make it into a health product?

With its potent effects, wouldn't it beat any 'brain platinum'?

Previously, he lacked funds and a pharmacological expert, and while Cao Yufei knew a bit, he was far from being able to develop a product.

Now, with three hundred million earned abroad, the money problem was solved.

This 13th-generation inheritor from a family of traditional Chinese medicine just came to him — everything seemed ready!

The only issue was his inability to fully trust Pang Zefeng yet. The formula held immeasurable value, making him reluctant to hand it over without reassurance.

He must first observe for a while and test the person's character.

With that in mind, Qi Yun looked up and said, "If you don't have anywhere to go, I'll introduce you to a job."

Pang Zefeng agreed without hesitation: "Alright, thank you."

Qi Yun laughed, "Don't you want to ask what kind of job it is?"

Pang Zefeng replied calmly, "Judging by your appearance, you have the fortune of wealth, with full energy and kindness in your heart — you're probably not a bad person and wouldn't have me do anything illegal."

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