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

"Our First Military Medical University in Harbin... its honorary president is also named... Lu Zhenhua!"

The calm that had just settled in Su Nianci's heart was once again stirred up by a raging storm!

What?!

Lu Zhenhua... is the honorary president of the First Military Medical University in Harbin?!

How...how is this possible?!

Wang Dazhu clearly stated that Lu Zhenhua was the commander of the Air Force Independent Division and an ace pilot of the "Sky Sword"!

How could a powerful regional official with a large army also be the honorary president of a top military medical university?!

These two identities are completely unrelated and could never exist in the same person!

Is it...

Is there two "Lu Zhenhua"s in this world?!

One of them was the one she was looking for: her father's comrade-in-arms, an air force division commander.

The other one, as Zhou Wenqian mentioned, is the honorary president of the military medical university.

Is this just a coincidence?

Do not!

Su Nianci's intuition was frantically warning her!

This is absolutely no coincidence!

Harbin, the First Military Medical University, Lu Zhenhua... These keywords seem to be strung together by the threads of fate, and there must be some earth-shattering secret hidden within them that she is unaware of!

"Uncle Zhou," Su Nianci suppressed her inner shock, her face showing just the right amount of childlike confusion and surprise. "Really? Then...do you know him? Is he very tall? Very imposing? Does he fly planes too?"

She deliberately threw out the most crucial information, "flying a plane," mixed in with a bunch of childish adjectives, in an attempt to get confirmation from Zhou Wenqian.

"Fly a plane?" Zhou Wenqian was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, "Nianci, you've got it wrong. Our Principal Lu isn't a pilot. He's a... highly respected medical luminary."

"He's almost seventy years old this year, and his hair is completely white. He's one of the top neurosurgeons in our country, studied in Germany in his early years, and was one of the founders of our school. Although he no longer performs surgeries, his name is a golden brand throughout our entire medical system." Neurosurgeon!

This "Lu Zhenhua" is not that "Lu Zhenhua"!

A tremendous, indescribable sense of disappointment instantly overwhelmed her.

In retrospect, it was all just wishful thinking.

"Oh...I see..." Su Nianci's face was filled with disappointment. She lowered her head and muttered softly, "Then...then it shouldn't be the same person. My father's comrade-in-arms, very young..."

Looking at her, who had fallen from the peak of hope to the bottom of the valley, Zhou Wenqian felt a pang of pity.

He comforted her, "It's alright, Nianci. Harbin is a big city, but there are only a few military regions. Once we get to Harbin, your uncle will help you inquire. As long as the Commander Lu you mentioned really exists, we'll definitely be able to find him."

He had been completely "conquered" by Su Nianci and was willing to provide all the help he could for this poor yet respectable child.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhou," Su Nianci said weakly.

Although disappointed, she quickly rallied.

If you can't find a shortcut, then rely on yourself!

In her past life, Su Nianci was able to fight her way through a pile of corpses, and in this life, she will never be defeated by this little difficulty!

The next few days were unusually peaceful.

Lei Ming never appeared again, as if he had completely disappeared from this train.

Zhou Wen-qian, on the other hand, fully played the role of a "good teacher and helpful friend".

He no longer looked at Su Nianci with that scrutinizing gaze, but instead regarded her as an unpolished gem, and began a systematic "enlightenment education".

He didn't teach her more advanced medical knowledge because he knew that for a child without a foundation, that would be tantamount to forcing growth.

What he taught her was how to learn.

It is about extracting the core logic from a complex and diverse amount of information.

He would take a newspaper and have Su Nianci read it through, then ask her, "What is the main message this article is trying to convey? What is its central theme?"

He would point to the fields and villages rushing past the window and ask her, "Nianci, look. Why are the walls of houses in the north thicker than those in the south? Why are their roofs sloped more gently? What are the geographical and climatic reasons behind this?"

He would even discuss philosophical issues with Su Nianci.

"Nianci, do you think knowledge is more important, or morality? Which is more harmful to society: a knowledgeable bad person or a kind fool?"

These questions are far beyond the comprehension of a five-year-old child.

But Su Nianci always manages to give some amazing answers that, while naive, get straight to the heart of the problem.

"The newspaper wants to tell us to study hard and improve every day. But its real purpose is to make us obedient."

"The walls in the north are thick because it's cold, and they're there to keep warm. The roofs are gentle because there's a lot of snow. If they were too steep, the snow would slide down and collapse the house... Oh, no, it's that if they were too steep, the snow wouldn't stay there, but if they were too gentle, the snow would be stuck on top and wouldn't melt. So you have to find just the right angle..."

"Uncle Zhou, I think kindness is more important than knowledge. Because a kind fool can at most just not get things done. But a knowledgeable bad person can use his knowledge to deceive more kind fools and make them do more bad things."

Each answer allowed Zhou Wenqian to gain a new level of understanding of the child in front of him.

He felt like he wasn't teaching a student.

It was as if he was having a dialogue across age with a mature, equal thinker!

Su Nianci also benefited greatly from this intense intellectual exchange.

Although she was a top surgeon in her previous life, her knowledge system was fragmented, based on a "specialized expertise" approach. Her understanding of this era and the ways of the world mostly came from books and the internet.

Zhou Wenqian, on the other hand, was like a true mentor, using his extensive knowledge and profound insights to open a completely new door for her to observe the world.

He made her realize that this era is not just about poverty, struggle, and suffering.

Countless others like him, with ideals in their hearts and beliefs in their hearts, strive to burn themselves in the darkness in an attempt to illuminate the future... pioneers.

At the same time, Su Nianci did not slack off in educating Xiao Shitou or in her own physical training.

Under Zhou Wenqian's guidance, she began to teach Xiao Shitou some simple pinyin and the most basic Chinese characters.

Little Stone is very clever and learns quickly. Although he still can't speak in complete sentences, he can already express his needs using single words.

For example, "hunger", "water", and "urine".

Every small step forward filled Su Nianci with immense joy.

She also insisted on doing some core strength training every day in the cramped private room. Sit-ups, wall squats...

Her body was still very weak, but her will was as strong as steel.

She knew that in Harbin, she would face not only the wickedness of people's hearts, but also the harshest, most deadly winter on this black soil!

She must have a strong physique to protect herself and her younger brother.

The train headed north.

The view outside the window gradually changed from the boundless North China Plain to rolling hills and mountains.

The temperature is dropping at a rate visible to the naked eye.

A thick layer of frost flowers had already formed on the car window.

All the passengers changed into thick cotton-padded coats and trousers, and put on cotton hats and gloves.

Su Nianci and Xiao Shitou also put on the cotton vests that the kind aunt had given them. But even so, chills still crept in through the gaps in the carriage.

"Sister...it's cold." Little Stone huddled in Su Nianci's arms, his little face red from the cold and his lips pale.

Su Nianci tightened her thin coat and hugged Xiao Shitou even tighter.

Looking out the window at the desolate, snow-covered landscape, a strong sense of unease welled up within her.

Winter is coming.

Their reserves are far from sufficient.

The thirty yuan Zhao Jianguo gave them was their last lifeline and they absolutely could not use it lightly.

We must find a way to obtain some more winter supplies before we reach Harbin!

Just then, the train made a screeching sound as it braked and slowly came to a stop at what appeared to be a fairly large station.

The train attendant's voice came over the loudspeaker: "Passengers, the next stop is Shanhaiguan Station. This train will stop here for one hour and forty minutes for resupply and locomotive replacement. Passengers who need to disembark, please proceed as soon as possible..."

Shanhaiguan!

Su Nianci's eyes lit up instantly!

She knew this was the last major stop before entering Northeast China!

This is also her last chance!

"Uncle Zhou," she looked up at Zhou Wenqian, who was reading a book, "could you... watch over Xiao Shitou for me? I want to get off the bus to buy something."

Zhou Wenqian put down his book, glanced at the snow-covered platform outside the window, and frowned: "It's too cold outside. What do you want to buy? I'll go buy it for you."

"No, Uncle Zhou, I want to go by myself," Su Nianci insisted. "I want to see what the markets in the north are like."

She certainly didn't really want to see the market.

She was going to another place.

A place that every city and town in this era will inevitably have.

—Scrap metal recycling station!

Her mind held the soul of a 21st-century person. She knew how many unknown "treasures" were hidden within these "junk" items that were thrown away as trash!

Looking into her unwavering eyes, Zhou Wenqian finally nodded: "Alright. Then hurry back and be careful!"

"Um!"

Su Nianci wrapped Xiao Shitou up tightly in his clothes, then stuffed her own dry food and water bottle into his arms, telling him not to run around.

Then, she got off the train alone and disappeared into the bustling crowd on the platform.

Instead of going to the stalls selling local specialties, she walked briskly in one direction outside the station.

However, she didn't notice.

The moment she stepped off the train, at the other end of the carriage, a pair of hawk-like eyes watched silently through the window as her small figure walked alone in the wind and snow.

Lei Ming's brows furrowed tightly.

What is this little girl up to now?

He hesitated for a moment, but finally picked up the coat hanging on the wall and followed without saying a word.