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

Zhou Wenqian's voice was gentle, yet it precisely cut through all of Su Nianci's carefully constructed pretense!

Finished!

All her composure, all her pretense, crumbled at this moment.

Wang Dazhu and Zhao Jianguo might have been amazed by her intelligence, but they didn't understand medicine. They would only attribute it all to the halo of her "heroic father" and the legendary "like father, like daughter" phenomenon.

But Zhou Wenqian is different!

He is a professor at the First Military Medical University in Harbin! He truly stands at the pinnacle of medical knowledge in this era!

Trying to fool him with nonsense like "my uncle taught me"? That's like trying to teach a master carpenter how to use his axe in front of a master carpenter—it's just asking for humiliation!

Su Nianci's brain was operating at an unprecedented speed.

What to do? What to do?!

If she directly admits to being a reincarnated person, then her next stop won't be Harbin, but a mental hospital.

Continue lying? I can't lie anymore!

She needs a new "persona"! A completely new "persona" that is half true and half false, which can explain her amazing medical knowledge and also fit her identity as a five-year-old child!

In a flash, a perfectly fitting image gradually became clear in her mind!

That was an image of her mother!

Wang Dazhu once said that her mother was a doctor who accompanied the army!

This information was her only lifeline!

Su Nianci took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the panic that was almost consuming her. When she raised her head again, her expression was a complex mix of sadness, filial piety, and a touch of childlike stubbornness.

Her eyes reddened.

When she decided to take advantage of her mother, whom she had never met, a deep sense of sorrow welled up inside her.

"No...it wasn't my uncle who taught me."

Her voice, slightly choked, was soft yet clearly heard by Zhou Wenqian.

"It's...it's my mother."

Zhou Wenqian pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and a barely perceptible ripple flickered in his eyes behind the lenses. He didn't speak, but simply watched her quietly, waiting for her to continue.

Su Nianci sniffed, as if lost in some distant memory.

"I...I have very early memories. I remember when I was little, our family had so many books. On the bookshelves, on the table, even...even under the bed, there were books everywhere."

"Those books had black and blue covers, and I couldn't understand the words on them. But my mother could look at them all day long."

"She would often look at some paintings hanging on the wall... those paintings were so strange, they had red and blue tubes on them, and white bone skeletons... my mother would point to those paintings and teach me to read them, this is the 'femur,' that is the 'humerus,' this is the 'aorta,' that is the 'vena cava'..."

She deliberately spoke those technical terms in a somewhat vague manner, with a childlike tone that imitated adults.

"My dad... my uncle, he's in the military, he's often away from home. It's just me and my mom at home. I don't have any toys, those books and those pictures are my only toys."

"When Mom was cooking, I would secretly move a small stool and flip through her books. Although I couldn't read the words, the pictures inside were beautiful. There was a beating heart, blood vessels like tree branches, and... and the shiny scalpel and scissors Mom used when she performed surgery..."

"Sometimes, my mother would discuss her condition with her colleagues at home. I couldn't understand what they were saying, like 'suturing,' 'debridement,' and 'lesion removal'... but I secretly wrote them all down. I thought it was very interesting."

Su Nianci spoke these words haltingly, yet with great emotion.

She was not lying.

She simply cleverly transplanted her past life experiences into her current "mother," creating a completely new and more believable backstory!

The image of a "genius child" who grew up in a family of doctors and learned a rudimentary and unsystematic medical knowledge from a young age through "reading" and "eavesdropping" is vividly portrayed!

Zhou Wenqian listened quietly.

The expression on his face gradually changed from initial scrutiny and doubt to deep thought.

As a medical educator, he was all too aware of the impact of "environment" on a person. He had also met many so-called "medical geniuses," who often came from medical families and had an extraordinary level of exposure and understanding of the field from a young age.

"So..." Zhou Wenqian slowly broke the silence, "your mother, is she also a doctor?"

"Yes!" Su Nianci nodded emphatically, her face beaming with pride. "My mother is the most amazing doctor in the world!"

"Then...where is she now?" Zhou Wenqian asked the inevitable question.

Her lips trembled slightly, and large tears rolled down her cheeks without warning.

She did not answer.

But this reaction has already answered everything.

Zhou Wenqian felt as if something had gently pierced his heart.

It turned out to be the case.

My father was a hero who defended our country and died on the battlefield.

My mother was a doctor who saved lives, but she has also passed away.

This child inherited her father's perseverance and courage, as well as her mother's medical talent. She was like a wild grass growing on a cliff face; though no one watered her, she grew wildly with the tenacious vitality in her blood.

Having figured this out, Zhou Wenqian's gaze towards Su Nianci completely changed.

"Don't cry, child." He took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her, his voice becoming gentler than ever before. "It's my fault for bringing up your sad story."

Su Nianci didn't take the handkerchief; instead, she used her dirty sleeve to wipe away her tears haphazardly.

This crisis is finally... over!

However, she underestimated the meticulousness and...occupational hazard of a top surgical professor.

Zhou Wenqian looked at her, pondered for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "Since you've read so many of your mother's books, how about I ask you a question?"

Su Nianci's heart jumped again.

"……good."

Zhou Wenqian's expression turned serious and earnest. He slowly said, "A soldier on the battlefield is hit in the right chest cavity by shrapnel, causing an open pneumothorax. Without specialized medical equipment, and only having a scalpel and some basic dressings, how should you perform emergency treatment to maximize the chances of saving his life?"

As soon as the question was asked, Su Nianci's pupils contracted sharply!

Emergency treatment for open pneumothorax!

This is not a basic question at all! It involves the most fundamental and complex knowledge in thoracic surgery, concerning pressure balance and preventing mediastinal shift! Not to mention ordinary doctors in this era, even medical students in later generations who have not received specialized training may not be able to answer it!

He's testing me!

She can't give a perfect answer! It would be more terrifying than seeing a ghost if a five-year-old child who only learns by "reading" and "eavesdropping" could recite the standard answer word for word!

You need to demonstrate an extraordinary level of knowledge while also exposing your shortcomings of being "armchair strategist" and "lacking clinical experience"!

"I...I think I've seen a similar picture in a book..." Su Nianci tilted her head, pretending to try hard to remember.

"That book said...a person's chest is like a balloon. If there's a hole on one side, all the air escapes from that side, and the other side of the balloon will be squeezed...squeezed...'jumping around'?" She used a very childlike word, "jumping around," to describe "diaphragmatic swing."

Zhou Wenqian's eyes lit up instantly!

That's right! This analogy, though naive, accurately captures the most fatal pathophysiological change in open pneumothorax!

"Then...then the book said to quickly plug that hole!" Su Nianci continued, "But not completely! If it's completely plugged, the air inside won't be able to escape, and it will...completely burst the balloon!"

"So, we need to use a... a... 'one-way valve'! That is, it can only let air out, not let air in! The book shows you using several layers of gauze to cover the wound, then using tape to seal three sides, leaving one side unsealed!"

"That way, when he exhales, the air in his chest can escape from the side that wasn't covered. When he inhales, the outer gauze will be sucked back in, blocking the hole and preventing air from getting in!"

After speaking, she raised her head and looked at Zhou Wenqian with an uncertain, praise-seeking gaze: "Uncle Zhou, is...is that so?"

Zhou Wenqian was completely stunned.

His hands, which had held scalpels countless times and were as steady as a rock, were actually trembling slightly!

Close three sides, leaving one side open!

This...this is simply a textbook example, the most standard and perfect battlefield first aid plan!

He originally thought that the child could only talk about the most basic things, such as "bandaging a wound".

He never expected that she could pinpoint the two most crucial steps: "preventing longitudinal diaphragmatic sway" and "manufacturing the one-way valve D"!

This is beyond what the word "genius" can describe!

Looking at the little girl in front of him, whose clothes were tattered but whose eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, a crazy thought, which even he himself found unbelievable, burst forth from the bottom of his heart!

He wants to take her as his apprentice!

No! He wanted to take her back to the First Military Medical University in Harbin! He wanted to use all his resources to personally train her! He wanted her to become his most outstanding student! He wanted her to become the top surgeon in China, and even the world, in the future!

Once the thought appeared, it could no longer be stopped!

"Nianci," Zhou Wenqian's voice was hoarse with excitement, "would you... be willing to study medicine with me?"

However, at that moment, the door to the private room was suddenly pulled open again from the outside.

That tall figure appeared at the doorway once again.

Lei Ming's gaze swept back and forth between Zhou Wenqian's face, which was flushed with excitement, and Su Nianci's small face, which was streaked with tears.

"Professor Zhou, you are discussing the treatment plan for an open pneumothorax with a five-year-old child."

"Don't you think your behavior is also 'suspicious'?"