I'm a little panicked. I'm going to be a father right after my rebirth.

Song Ye soon joined them and was busy selling goods all morning, as if nothing had happened.

The crowd gave Song Haixia a great sense of security, and she gradually relaxed.

"Seventh Brother, this guy really knows how to do business. I think he made about 500 or 600 yuan in this morning. When are we going to start? I can't wait!" A man with acne on his face asked, rubbing his hands.

The man called Seventh Brother is named Wang Xiangyang, ranking seventh in the society. He was the one who monitored Song Ye in the morning.

Wang Xiangyang narrowed his eyes, "Don't be impatient, wait until they finish selling their things and go to a secluded place before you do it. Remember to treat him well. Such a fat sheep that can make money can't be slaughtered all at once, we have to keep it alive and scare him thoroughly!"

"Hehe," the pimple-faced man laughed cruelly, "Don't worry, Seventh Brother, we brothers are very familiar with this. I guarantee that he won't dare to say a word once he enters the government office!"

"Yeah." Wang Xiangyang nodded with satisfaction, and his eyes looked at Song Ye even deeper.

"Old man! What's wrong with you? Oh! Old man!" A cry suddenly came from the crowd, and everyone quickly dispersed.

Song Ye frowned and looked, only to see an old man in simple clothes lying on the ground. His eyes were closed, his face was pale, and he was sweating profusely, and he was completely unconscious.

"Help! Help! I beg you! Save my old man!" An old lady next to him was throwing herself on him and shouting loudly.

"Ouch! Why did this old man fall down? Send him to the hospital immediately!"

"What's wrong? I think you should not move and call an ambulance!"

"These old couple look familiar. Do you know who they are?"

The crowd was talking about it. Song Ye and Song Haixia quickly put down their work and walked over. Yu Gui also wanted to see what was going on, but was stopped by Song Ye to look at the goods.

"Auntie, don't worry. Does the uncle have any medical history? Did he take any medicine today?"

Seeing Song Ye, the old lady seemed to have found a backbone. "There's nothing wrong with my old man. He was just angry with me this morning and didn't eat. He hasn't had any food or water until now, and he walked more than ten miles on the mountain road! Maybe he's tired!"

Song Ye looked at the old man's condition and thought he might have hypoglycemia. He remembered that he had seen a short video in his previous life on how to provide first aid for patients with hypoglycemia.

He looked back and suddenly his eyes lit up.

Everyone saw Song Ye go back to the stall and take an orange, rub it with his hands for a while, then make a small cut and put it in the old man's mouth.

The cool and sweet orange juice flowed into the old man's mouth and he immediately swallowed it. After drinking the whole orange, he could open his eyes.

"Oh! The old man is awake! Thank you so much, young man!" The old lady almost knelt down in front of him.

Song Ye quickly supported her, "Auntie, please don't be like this, I didn't do anything, just send me to the hospital as soon as possible."

He brought a few more oranges, put them in a plastic bag and handed them to the old lady, "Take these oranges, and give me a few more on the way."

"Oh, okay, thank you young man! You are such a good man!" With the help of Song Ye, the old lady helped her husband up and praised him highly.

The old man was almost recovered, but he was still unsteady when he walked. The old lady called a rickshaw and helped him up and away he went.

"Boss, your orange is so powerful! How come the old man woke up just by drinking some water?" a young woman asked curiously.

"That's right, it's even more powerful than medicine!" exclaimed a warm-hearted sister.

Song Ye waved his hand, "Everyone, stop guessing. The old man just now had low blood sugar. He will be fine after drinking some sugar water. It's not that oranges are so special. These are just ordinary oranges, just a little sweeter."

"That's because the boss is kind-hearted. He gave away such expensive oranges for free."

"And the boss hasn't even praised his oranges yet. If it were me, I would definitely exaggerate!"

"That's right, the boss is an honest man. Let's buy some oranges. After all, we saved the old man's life. Let's buy some oranges for good luck during the New Year!"

"Okay, I'll buy 10!"

“Give me 10 too!”

“I want 20!”

Song Ye and his colleagues became busy again. When the people who had bought the oranges returned to the family quarters and told the family members about it, a large group of people came over immediately. In a short while, hundreds of oranges were sold.

"Oh! I remember who those old couple belong to. I must go and inform them right away."

"Whose family are they?" someone asked curiously.

"Old man!" the man said lightly and ran away.

Song Ye and his colleagues didn't even have time to eat lunch. They were constantly selling goods. When they were hungry, they ate some fruit. By two or three o'clock in the afternoon, there were fewer people around.

Song Ye just took a breath when a square-faced man came over and grabbed his hand, "Little brother! Did you save my dad?"

Song Ye looked up at him. He looked 50% like the old man at noon. "How is the old man? Is he suffering from hypoglycemia?"

"Oh! It's you, my benefactor!" The square-faced man was very excited.

"My dad had low blood sugar. He went to the hospital for a checkup and is now fine! The doctor said it was a good thing you gave him orange juice, otherwise he would have passed away!"

“Little brother, thank you so much! If anything happens to my father, I’ll…” As the man spoke, tears welled up in his eyes.

Song Ye waved his hand, "Don't get excited, it's just a small favor."

"Your little help saved our family. Come here, little brother, let's have a good chat. I must thank you very much!" The man pinched Song Ye's wrist and blinked his eyes.

"No, really. As long as I can get better, that's enough!" Song Ye said as he reluctantly followed him to the corner.

The man put his arm around Song Ye's shoulder, and the two of them faced the wall with an intimate look.

"I saw the note you wrote. Can you confirm that it is true?" the man asked.

It turned out that Song Ye put a note in the plastic bag he gave to the old lady, which described the hotel and the situation of being followed in great detail.

Unexpectedly, the old couple turned out to be the parents of the police station chief Zhang Pingan. When he saw the note in the bag, he immediately asked his unfamiliar younger brother Zhang Pingshun to come over.

Song Ye nodded, "It's true. There are still several people watching me. Can you arrest them quickly? My sister is very scared."

"Ah!" Zhang Pingshun sighed, "We also want to act quickly, but without evidence, they can completely deny it."

"In fact, the director has been keeping an eye on them for a long time, but unfortunately, those who were persecuted before were too scared to testify. This time, they must be brought to justice!"

"Little brother, can you help lead them into the ambush and catch them in the act?"

Song Ye frowned. This was no small matter. He might have to face several or even dozens of bandits, and his life could be in danger at any moment.