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

"Harbin, First Military Medical University".

These golden words, like a beam of bright light, instantly pierced Su Nianci's eyes.

A military medical university! And the No. 1 military medical university in Harbin!

This university was a name she had heard of in her past life! It was one of the top medical universities in the country, especially in the fields of battlefield trauma and surgery, where it held a leading position nationwide! It was the holy land that countless medical students dreamed of!

And the man in front of me is actually from this university!

Su Nianci's brain instantly started working at high speed.

She looked at the man, who was in his thirties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and had a refined demeanor. In this day and age, to be able to travel in a sleeper car and carry a briefcase with the university's name on it... his identity was definitely not ordinary!

He is very likely a lecturer at this university, or even... a professor!

A professor at a military medical university!

Su Nianci's breathing became somewhat rapid.

For her, who was determined to pick up the scalpel again and wanted to investigate the cause of her parents' death, this was like a pillow sent to her when she was sleepy!

If... if she could establish a connection with him, her future path in Harbin would undoubtedly be much easier! She might even be able to learn more about the inner workings of the Northern Military Region's medical system through him!

opportunity!

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

At the same time, a strong sense of vigilance arose in Su Nianci's heart.

This man gave her a different feeling than Zhao Weidong and Wang Dazhu. His rigorous and cautious scholarly demeanor made her feel very uncomfortable.

Such people are often very observant and have a strong sense of logic. They are best at discovering the essence of a problem from the slightest clues.

Will her "innocent orphan" facade still work in front of him?

A fierce internal struggle unfolded within Su Nianci's heart.

Should we take the initiative and try to make contact? Or should we keep our distance and observe the situation?

Just as she was hesitating, the man had already put his luggage away. He turned around and saw Su Nianci staring intently at him, and a gentle smile returned to his face.

"Hey kid, what's wrong? Is there something on my face?" he joked.

His voice was very pleasant, with a magnetic quality unique to intellectuals, making people feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze.

Su Nianci immediately snapped out of her daze. She quickly concealed the gleam in her eyes and put on the expression of a curious child. Pointing at the man's briefcase, she asked in a childish voice, "Uncle, what does the Military Medical University... do? Is it like the People's Liberation Army, a place to protect our country?"

Her question was exceptionally well-chosen. It demonstrated a child's curiosity about "soldiers" and "university" while cleverly steer the conversation in the direction she wanted.

The man clearly hadn't expected a five- or six-year-old child to ask such a question.

He paused for a moment, then a keen interest shone in his eyes.

"Oh? You know about the People's Liberation Army?"

"Yes!" Su Nianci nodded emphatically, a proud look on her face. "My dad... my uncle is a People's Liberation Army soldier! He's a great hero!"

It's the same old excuse again.

But this time, after Su Ci finished speaking, she found that the other party's reaction was completely different from that of the previous people.

Unlike the others, the man didn't immediately show any sympathy or admiration. He simply looked at Su Nianci quietly, a sharp, almost imperceptible glint flashing in his eyes hidden behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

He adjusted his glasses and slowly began to speak: "Military medical universities are both the same as and different from ordinary People's Liberation Army soldiers."

"What we have in common is that we all wear military uniforms and serve the country and the people."

"The difference is," he paused, a hint of pride in his voice, "that ordinary soldiers learn how to fight, how to eliminate the enemy. We, on the other hand, learn how to pull our comrades back from the brink of death on the battlefield."

"The weapons we use are neither guns nor cannons." He held out his hand, an exceptionally beautiful hand with long, well-maintained fingers. "Our weapon is this."

He pointed to his hand, then to his brain.

"It is the scalpel, it is our knowledge and technology."

These words struck a chord with Su Nianci instantly!

Isn't this the very belief she upheld in her past life?!

At that moment, she felt a kind of resonance between herself and the strange man in front of her, a resonance that seemed to transcend time and space.

"Then...then Uncle, are you a doctor too?" Su Nianci looked up, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

"I suppose so." The man smiled modestly. "My name is Zhou Wenqian. I teach some basic courses on human anatomy and surgery at the First Military Medical University in Harbin."

Human anatomy! Surgery!

Su Nianci's heart pounded wildly again!

He really is a surgeon! And... he actually told me his name and major without any reservations!

This either shows that he is simple-minded and without any guile, or that he has absolute confidence and wouldn't bother hiding anything from a child.

Su Nianci prefers the latter.

"Hello, Uncle Zhou!" Su Nianci greeted him sweetly. "My name is Su Nianci, and this is my younger brother, Xiao Shitou."

"Hello, Nianci, Little Stone." Zhou Wenqian smiled and nodded, his gaze lingering on Little Stone for a couple more seconds.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he asked, "By the way, I think I just heard the train attendant say that the lower berth in this compartment belongs to a 'little hero'? They said he saved a child who was having a febrile seizure at Zhongzhou Railway Station. Was that you?"

Su Nianci's heart skipped a beat!

A blush crept across her face as she whispered, "I... I just got lucky, like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse, and happened to know a folk remedy..."

She wanted to gloss over the matter.

However, Zhou Wenqian interrupted her.

His expression turned serious.

"No, that's not a folk remedy. Physical cooling for children with high fever and pressing acupoints such as Renzhong and Hegu to control seizures are very scientific and professional pre-hospital emergency measures."

He looked at Su Nianci with an incredibly sharp gaze, as if he wanted to see right through her soul!

"I'm curious," he asked slowly, "Su Nianci, who... taught you these professional first aid skills? Was it also that 'uncle' who's your 'great hero'?"

He deliberately emphasized the words "great hero" and "uncle".

His tone was filled with deep doubt!

Su Nianci's mind went blank with a "buzz"!

For the first time, in front of a stranger, she felt that all her pretenses had been stripped away, leaving her with nowhere to hide!