My seniority is extraordinary: I was only eight years old when the whole village came to wish me a H

The video call lasted for nearly ten minutes.

The Li family seemed to have endless things to talk about.

The mother kept reminding her son to take care of himself and not to catch a cold.

The father stood by, occasionally chiming in with a word or two, his words brimming with pride.

The younger sister chattered away, sharing funny stories from school, and proudly told her brother that she had once again gotten first place in the entire department in the final exams.

Li Hu smiled and cried at the same time, nodding frantically, engraving every word his family members said deep in his heart.

He knew that although such a reunion was brief, it was enough to sustain him through the countless lonely days and nights to come.

In the control room, Su Qinghuan watched this scene. She knew that even family members shouldn't say things in front of so many people.

Give them time to talk privately.

The young soldier didn't contact his parents because he didn't want to miss his hometown too much.

At this point, Li Hu needed to release the longing in his heart.

and so.

Su Qinghuan took a deep breath and, speaking into the microphone in a tone that was both apologetic and incredibly gentle, said softly, "Li Hu, and Uncle and Aunt, I'm so sorry to bother you."

The family in the video chat stopped talking when they heard this.

"We know that you must have so much more to say to each other."

Su Qinghuan gave a warm smile. "But it's okay. Although our live stream is about to move on to the next segment, your video call can continue."

"Tonight, our Strawberry TV station will provide all participating families with a dedicated, unlimited, and free family video channel."

"You can talk all you want, until dawn."

Su Qinghuan's words were like a warm current, instantly warming everyone's hearts.

"Really? That's...that's wonderful!" Li Hu's mother was so excited she was almost incoherent. "Thank you! Thank you all! Thank you the TV station!"

She kept bowing to the camera.

"Auntie, please don't do this," Su Qinghuan quickly said. "It's what we should do."

"Alright, then we won't disturb your family any longer. Let's continue our private conversation," Su Qinghuan said with a smile. "Li Hu, thank you again, and thank you to all border guards like you. With you here, we feel very safe."

I also wish my uncle, aunt, and sister a Happy New Year and all the best.

After speaking, Su Qinghuan made a switching gesture to Xiao Li beside her.

The video window featuring Li Hu's family disappeared from the main screen.

But everyone knows that their reunion is still to come.

The live stream was once again completely flooded with a barrage of comments.

"Strawberry TV is awesome! I give this a million thumbs up! It's so damn humane!"

"I cried, I really cried from beginning to end. I declare that from today onwards, Strawberry TV is my only spiritual home!"

"This is real media! It has warmth, compassion, and a sense of social responsibility! It's so much better than those media outlets that only chase traffic and create gossip!"

"I've made up my mind! Our entire budget for next year will be allocated to Strawberry TV! Not for any other reason than their vision and generosity!"

At this moment, countless viewers became Strawberry TV's most loyal fans.

And in the ancestral hall square of Wujia Village.

As Wu You watched the video window disappear, a faint, almost imperceptible smile of relief appeared on her usually calm and composed face.

This is what he wanted to see.

Use the power of technology to bridge the distance.

Use the power of media to spread warmth.

This is the path Strawberry TV should take in the future.

In the control room, Su Qinghuan quickly composed herself.

She knew that after the initial感动 (feeling of being moved), the work had to continue.

She spoke into the microphone again, her voice full of magnetism.

"Dear viewers, I believe the story of Li Hu's family that just told us has moved many of you to tears."

"But in fact, in every corner of this country, there are countless people like Li Hu who silently stick to their posts on New Year's Eve."

"They may not have accomplished anything earth-shattering."

"But they, through their ordinary yet steadfast efforts, have collectively built the most solid foundation for the stable operation of our society."

"Next, let's connect with our second special guest tonight."

"She is a white-clad angel who has been fighting on the front lines of life and death for many years."

"She was also an exhausted daughter who had just come out of a three-hour emergency rescue."

"Let's give a warm round of applause to the head nurse of the emergency department from Wuhan First People's Hospital!"

"Zhang Jing!"

As Su Qinghuan finished speaking.

A new video window popped up on the live stream screen.

The window framed a brightly lit but somewhat cluttered lounge.

A young woman dressed in a white nurse's uniform, her face showing signs of undeniable fatigue, appeared in front of the camera.

In her hands, she was still holding a cold, stainless steel lunchbox.

She wore a professional smile.

But those eyes were filled with an unyielding weariness.

She is Zhang Jing.

When the audience saw her and the cold lunchbox in her hand.

Everyone's heart was gripped tightly once again.

"Thank you for your hard work, nurse!"

"Holy crap! Is this what daily life is like in the ER? Even on New Year's Eve, we only get cold food?"

"I broke down. My mom is also a nurse, and she hasn't had a complete New Year's Eve dinner at home for five years in a row."

"A salute to all medical workers! You are truly angels who protect our lives!"

Looking at the rapidly scrolling barrage of kind and caring comments on the screen, Zhang Jing's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

She felt that all her fatigue and grievances had vanished in that moment.

"Zhang Jing, hello." Su Qinghuan's voice rang out gently, "Just got off the operating table? You must be exhausted."

"It's not hard work." Zhang Jing shook her head, a genuine smile appearing on her face. "Being able to snatch patients back from the clutches of death makes all the hard work worthwhile."

Her voice, though weary, was filled with a sense of professional pride.

"Can you share your story today?" Su Qinghuan asked.

"Okay." Zhang Jing nodded and began to recount the thrilling rescue that afternoon.

A young man was seriously injured in a car accident after being hit by a drunk driver who was in a daze.

The driver was arrested, and this young man...

When he was taken to the hospital, he was already in critical condition.

Hemorrhagic shock, multiple organ ruptures...

Everyone thought he was beyond saving.

But Zhang Jing and her colleagues did not give up.

They fought a fierce battle with death for three hours.

Blood transfusion, intubation, cardiopulmonary resuscitation, emergency surgery...

In the end, they managed to pull the young man back from the brink of death.

Zhang Jing spoke in a very calm tone as she recounted the story.

It was as if this was just another ordinary day in her work.

But the hundreds of millions of viewers in the live stream were both terrified and deeply moved.

"Holy crap! That's awesome! This is like a real-life Speed!"

"I swear! I'll fucking kill the mothers of all you drunk drivers! It's damn dangerous, and it hurts everyone involved!"

After telling the story, Su Qinghuan, following protocol, asked, "Zhang Jing, what are your wishes for the New Year?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jing remained silent for a moment.

Then she looked up at the camera and gave a very genuine smile.

My New Year's wish is very simple.

"I hope that our emergency room will be a little quieter in the new year."

"I hope that everyone can be healthy and safe."

"I hope that everyone can cherish their own life."

"Tell them."

"Those who protect life deserve to be treated gently by this world."

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