Dai Mengna said to herself, "No way! I just gave you a generous tip a moment ago! Now we're even—neither of us owes the other anything! Wow! Oh no! You owe me! That was my first kiss! Oh, how unfortunate! I gave it to you!" Her friends, Julie and Mike, quietly smiled at her enthusiastic reaction and interjected, "Dai Mengna, weren't you a bit harsh just now? Didn't you see Mr. Gao Hui still bleeding from his chest?" This remark reminded Dai Mengna. She looked down and gasped—so much blood! It was spilled when the strong Black man kicked him to save her. Thinking of how seriously Mr. Gao had been injured to save her, Dai Mengna regretted her earlier sharp kick to his foot and immediately became gentle, gazing at Mr. Gao with her deep blue eyes and saying, "Gao Hui, are you still in pain?" "Thanks to you, I'm fine!" After speaking, Gao Liang had no intention of staying any longer. Damn it—blaming himself for shutting down his divine abilities, he’d effectively undermined his own strength. He had to find a way to quickly restore his divine powers, or else a god without abilities would be no different from a mere mortal. Gao Liang didn’t turn around. Mike and Julie called after him, but he didn’t stop. Daina watched his retreating figure and felt a deep sense of loss. Gao Liang’s chest wound was serious, and he collapsed on the street not far after he started walking. "Stop the car! Hurry! Stop! There’s a person ahead—check on him! What’s going on?" A luxurious sedan came to a halt in front of Gao Liang. A beautiful woman, using the dim light, addressed her dedicated driver. The driver immediately stepped down and touched Gao Liang’s nose, then replied, "Madam Zhang! He still has a pulse!" "Quick! Take him to the hospital! Help him aboard!" The driver, following Zhang Yuping's instructions, gently lifted Gao Liang upright. As Gao Liang's face came into view through the interior lights, Zhang Yuping broke down in tears. "Husband! How did you end up like this? You shouldn't have come to the U.S.! You truly shouldn't have!" Zhang Yuping knew that Gao Liang had come to America for her. Thinking about how indispensable Gao Liang was to her company, China's Yushen Industrial Co., Ltd., and how deeply his family relied on him—his home, the Long-Feng Hall, the Feng-Huo Hall, Dong Jiao, Chen Yuting, and their three close friends—all of them depended on him. Yet, why had he come alone to the U.S. for her? Truly for her? If it was for her, then she felt even more guilty. Though she was the CEO of the God Dragon Automobile U.S. Branch, her business performance had been unsatisfactory. She was currently overwhelmed with daily operations, and her parents were on vacation in Hawaii. To ease their concerns, she often reported only good news over the phone, concealing her difficulties. Her resilient shoulders bore the weight of everything Recently, a pile of pressing matters has been overwhelming her, leaving her unable to lift her head. Recalling that she arrived at the office early today, even forgetting to eat breakfast, and barely touched lunch, she stayed busy until late in the afternoon, feeling hungry and exhausted. Just as she was about to leave for dinner near the end of her workday, her office door was suddenly knocked on. "Come in!" said Yang, the automotive sales manager wearing glasses, who came in hurriedly. "Zhang, dear! It's serious! Our automotive company has suffered a major sales setback—all the newly launched Shendong Wanger models have been ordered by regional distributors to be recalled and returned!" Yang said, perspiring profusely. "Why so quickly? Why now?" Zhang Yu Ping felt as if the sky had collapsed, sitting down on the sofa chair. She stood there, stunned, before finally speaking in a faint voice: "Actually, today I made a strong decision to improve the mid-to-late model sedans before reoffering them for sale." I had hoped that the improved sedan would find a broad market, and that if we could just hold on for another week, our company’s stock would successfully go public in the U.S. Yet, we couldn’t even last a week! Why is that? I personally oversaw the early production of the sedans, and the quality should not have been an issue—there shouldn’t have been such a problem! Ah!” After Yang Chao responded, he immediately set about his duties. By the time everyone else had left, Zhang Yупing was the last to go. She dragged herself, accompanied by her dedicated driver, to a Sichuan-style Chinese restaurant called Shu Tian Le, located five kilometers away. To their surprise, they found Gao Liang seriously injured. The scene shifts to the UCSF Medical Center in San Francisco. This hospital is the primary public hospital in San Francisco and the only Level I Trauma Center in California, serving the city and San Mateo County. Situated on Potrero Avenue, it is surrounded by small hills, offering a very pleasant environment. Highway 101 encircles it to the east, making access and transportation extremely convenient. As the only Level I Trauma Center in the region, the hospital incurs high operating costs, yet it delivers excellent treatment outcomes for emergency patients—except for those requiring psychiatric care, pediatric services, or obstetrics. The hospital employs nearly 2,000 doctors, nurses, and medical researchers, a significant portion of whom graduated from the renowned University of California Medical School—making it a well-established and prestigious institution. When Gao Liang woke up, he found himself lying on a hospital bed and was immediately surprised. He wanted to sit up, but discovered that his limbs were weak. "Stay still, husband! Come! It's chicken soup—I've just made it!" The voice, long absent, sounded so familiar and clear, crisp, and pleasant that Gao Liang felt a warm, sweet sensation in his heart. Turning his head, he gasped—there she was! "I've finally found you, Yu Ping!" Gao Liang looked at Zhang Yu Ping, whom he hadn't seen in six months, and felt a surge of emotion. Zhang Yu Ping nodded tearfully and gently held the spoon to Gao Liang's lips, feeding him the soup. After taking a sip, Zhang Yu Ping smiled sweetly at him and asked, "Husband, isn't it delicious?" Gao Liang nodded and replied, "Very good!" Sipping the chicken soup you made yourself, I feel like I'm in a honey pot—sweet and delicious! With that, I keep savoring with little sips, clearly enjoying every bite. Indeed, Zhang Yuping's chicken soup is exceptionally delicious—light, fresh, and rich with a smooth, sweet aroma. "If you like it, I'll make it every day!" Zhang Yuping's words left Gao Liang feeling truly delighted!