A young boy from the 1970s, separated from his family, fled famine and led his younger brother into

"They're crying! They're crying! The child is crying!"

"My God! They really saved him! This...this is incredible!"

"Is this girl some kind of celestial being descended to earth? She just pressed a few times, and the person came back to life?"

After a brief silence, the crowd erupted in a thunderous, incredulous gasp!

All eyes were fixed on the little girl who was slumped on the ground, gasping for breath. Gone were the previous doubts and mockery; instead, there was shock, awe, and even a hint of…fear!

A five-year-old girl actually pulled a dying child back from the clutches of death!

They would never believe it if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes!

"Baby! My baby!" The young mother scrambled to her son's side. Seeing that although he was weak, his breathing was steady and his complexion had returned to normal, she could no longer hold back and burst into tears, hugging her son tightly.

This time, they were tears of joy.

The bespectacled father was also trembling with excitement. He strode up to Su Nianci, wanting to say something, but his lips trembled for a long time without uttering a single word. Finally, this refined-looking man suddenly knelt down before Su Nianci with a thud!

"Little...little miracle doctor! Thank you! Thank you for saving my son's life! You...you are our family's great benefactor!" He said, and was about to kowtow to Su Nianci!

"useless!"

Before Su Nianci could react, a strong hand helped the man up. It was Wang Dazhu!

The veteran's face was also filled with shock, but even more so with a deep sense of pride and honor! He looked at Su Nianci as if he were looking at his most prized soldier!

"A man's knees are worth gold! We soldiers' families don't care about that!" Wang Dazhu's voice was loud and powerful. "Nianciwa, saving lives is our duty! Her father taught her that the safety of the people is above all else!"

Once again, he cleverly attributed Su Nianci's extraordinary medical skills to the teachings of her "heroic father."

This explanation was immediately accepted by everyone present.

"That's right! These are the descendants of heroes! They have the ability to save lives in their very bones!"

"Like father, like daughter! If the old hero could see his daughter's success from heaven, he could rest in peace!"

In an instant, praises and exclamations rose and fell.

With Wang Dazhu's help, Su Nianci stood up. Looking at her still agitated father, her face regained its composure, and she said, "Uncle, don't rush to thank me. Although the child is temporarily out of danger, it's only a temporary solution."

Her voice brought everyone's thoughts back to reality.

The father hurriedly asked, "Little miracle doctor, then... then what should we do next? Tell us, we'll listen to you!"

He had completely regarded Su Nianci as a real doctor, and his words were full of respect.

Su Nianci said in a deep voice, "His illness this time was caused by a high fever. Although the fever has subsided somewhat, the underlying cause remains. You must take him to the hospital immediately for a thorough examination to determine the cause of the infection. Is it bacterial or viral? We must find out the cause and treat accordingly; otherwise, it may relapse next time!"

She paused, then added, "Also, on the way to the hospital, be sure to use physical methods to lower his temperature! Keep wiping his body with a damp towel, especially his palms and soles, to help dissipate heat! We absolutely cannot let his fever spike again!"

This well-organized and logically sound instruction once again left everyone present stunned.

This is clearly not something a five-year-old child should say! This sounds like a seasoned doctor explaining a patient's condition!

"Okay! Okay! We got it! We'll go right now!" The father seemed to wake from a dream and nodded repeatedly.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps approached.

"Weidong! Weidong! How is Bao'er?!" A middle-aged man dressed in a Zhongshan suit, with his hair neatly combed and looking like a cadre, anxiously squeezed in from outside the station with two young people.

"Dad! What brings you here?" The father, who wore glasses, was both surprised and delighted to see the visitor.

"I got a call saying Bao'er had an accident at the train station, so I rushed over immediately!" The middle-aged cadre glanced at his grandson, who was asleep in his wife's arms. Seeing that his breathing was steady, he breathed a sigh of relief, then asked anxiously, "What exactly happened? Didn't they say... that he wouldn't make it?"

The bespectacled father, named Zhao Weidong, pointed to Su Nianci not far away, his voice filled with boundless gratitude and lingering fear: "Dad, it was her! It was this little miracle doctor who saved Bao'er! Just now, Bao'er... he had fainted, he had stopped breathing! It was this young lady who, with just a few presses, pulled Bao'er back from the brink of death!"

The middle-aged cadre's gaze followed the direction his son was pointing and landed on Su Nianci.

When he saw the thin, short little girl in patched clothes, his brows furrowed instinctively.

His eyes were filled with scrutiny and suspicion.

"Wei Dong, are you sure you're not mistaken? You're saying... it was this child who saved Bao'er?" His tone carried an unquestionable authority characteristic of someone in a superior position.

He clearly couldn't believe that his precious grandson, who had been diagnosed by experts at the provincial hospital as having "a special constitution and being extremely prone to febrile seizures," would be saved by a little girl who looked like a beggar.

Zhao Weidong panicked: "Dad! It's absolutely true! Everyone here saw it! If you don't believe me, ask everyone!"

"Yes, sir! We all saw it! That girl is no ordinary person! Her technique is amazing!"

"That's right! If it weren't for her, your grandson would really be in trouble today!"

The surrounding crowd spoke up to testify for Su Nianci.

The middle-aged cadre's expression softened somewhat. However, his gaze towards Su Nianci remained full of inquiry.

Instead of immediately thanking Su Nianci, he first said to a young man behind him, "Xiao Li, drive Bao'er and his mother to the military general hospital right away! Find the best pediatric specialist for a full checkup!"

"Yes, sir!" The young man responded immediately, deftly taking the child from the mother and hurrying away.

After arranging all this, the middle-aged cadre turned his attention back to Su Nianci.

He slowly walked up to Su Nianci, looking down at her. Although he forced a smile, the oppressive aura of someone accustomed to being in a superior position still made her feel very uncomfortable.

"Young man, thank you. No matter what, you've done our family a great favor today," he said, his tone polite yet slightly distant. "My name is Zhao Jianguo, and I work for the Zhongzhou Municipal Government. This is my son, Zhao Weidong."

He paused, then pulled out a stack of brand-new ten-yuan "Great Unity" bills from his pocket, estimating there were at least five or six of them.

In the 1970s, this was an absolute fortune!

He handed the wad of money to Su Nianci and said in an unyielding tone, "This is just a small token of our appreciation. Take it and go buy some good food and a new outfit."

This gesture, seemingly an expression of gratitude, is in reality a condescending act of charity.

In his view, the only reason someone would help a child from such a poor family was to get some money. Using money was the simplest and most direct way to solve the problem.

However, Su Nianci's next reaction made his pupils shrink sharply.

Faced with that stack of banknotes that would drive any adult crazy, Su Nianci's face showed not a trace of greed or joy.

She simply looked at Zhao Jianguo quietly, and then slowly shook her head.

"Uncle, I can't accept this money."