Siheyuan: From the Start, I Use My Divine Healer Identity to Bring Yi Zhonghai to Heel

Yang Mo transmigrated to the 1960s and obtained a mysterious space.

A spiritual spring inside could irrigate all things. He started raising livestock, growing crops, and farming fish, and from then on he had plenty to eat and lived in comfort and wealth.

He also inherited the legendary physician Bian Que's knowledge, gaining superb medical skills and striving to uphold the humanitarian spirit of healing others.

Director Li, what are you and Liu Lan doing in the warehouse? I saw you!

Madam Jia Zhang, your grandson's stealing. You don't want anyone to find out, do you? Xu Damao, you're impotent, so what's the point of flirting with women all day?

Yi Zhonghai, I understand that you have no children and want someone to support you in your old age, but don't use morality to pressure people.

A great leader once said that a comrade who admits their mistakes and corrects them is still a good comrade.

When Yang Mo had finally made a name for himself, he looked around and couldn't help drawing a sharp breath.

The surrounding factories included the Red Star Timber Mill, the steel mill, and the Red Star Machinery Repair Plant. There was also a bar run by an auntie named Xu Huizhen, who seemed like a woman of great stature. In one of the alleys lived Uncle Guan, nicknamed the Viceroy of the Nine Gates.

Han Chunming, do you know a man as devoted as you, named Liu Hongchang? Give him a hand when you can.

Silly Zhu, there's a cook at the machinery repair plant across from you who's just as skilled, named Nan Yi. You two should have a cook-off sometime.

Senior Cai Quanwu, do you happen to have a grand-disciple named Zhou Bingkun?

It all started in the courtyard. By the end, the way the girls I knew looked at me had grown stranger and stranger...