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Zhou Ai's impromptu performance brought the atmosphere of the long table banquet to its climax, with applause and cheers lasting for a long time.

With a smile playing on his lips, Zhou Ai nimbly leaped down from the platform, his movements as graceful as ever. He pushed through the crowd and walked towards Chu Yi.

However, before he could get close, a little girl of about seven or eight years old, with two small pigtails and wearing a brand-new Miao dress, timidly ran up to Chu Yi.

The little girl's face was flushed, her little hands were tightly clutching something, and she looked up at Chu Yi with her big, blinking eyes.

"Brother," the little girl's voice was soft and gentle, with a strong local accent. She raised her hands high and handed over a delicately crafted handicraft shaped like a butterfly and a flower, made of colorful silk threads. "Here... for you."

This is clearly another way for Miao children to express affection. Perhaps it doesn't have the explicit meaning of love as the flower ribbon, but the closeness and goodwill it conveys are self-evident.

Chu Yi was stunned for a moment, looking at the little girl in front of him who was not even as tall as his leg, and the little gift in her hand that was full of childlike innocence and heartfelt sentiment.

He crouched down to be at eye level with the little girl, and took the small, exquisite handicraft. "Thank you, it's very beautiful."

When the little girl saw that Chu Yi had accepted the gift, she immediately smiled shyly, revealing a tooth missing from her front teeth. Then she turned around and ran back to her mother's side, hiding behind her mother's skirt, only peeking out with her eyes to secretly watch Chu Yi.

This scene was heartwarming and adorable, and the adults around laughed heartily.

Zhou Ai, who had just walked over, witnessed the entire scene. He watched as Chu Yi squatted on the ground, holding the colorful little toy in her hand, and gave the little girl who had run away a gentle smile. He stopped in his tracks.

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Chu Yi's softened profile and the small handicraft, the flamboyant smile from his performance gradually fading.

He walked a few steps to Chu Yi's side, just as Chu Yi stood up.

Zhou Ai's gaze fell on the small handicraft that Chu Yi was still holding in her hand. "Tsk, Dr. Chu really is... popular with all ages?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was just loud enough for Chu Yi to hear clearly.

Chu Yi glanced at Zhou Ai indifferently, carefully put the small handicraft into her hoodie pocket, and replied without much emotion, "It can't compare to Teacher Zhou's boundless charm, which moves the entire village with a single song."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ai was not annoyed at all; instead, she chuckled softly, seemingly quite pleased with Chu Yi's words, which carried a slight element of retaliation.

He leaned closer, needing to look down slightly to see Chu Yi due to the height difference, and lowered his voice, slightly hoarse from singing: "So...did you touch anything, Dr. Chu?"

His breath, warm, brushed against Chu Yi's ear.

Chu Yi's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, and she subconsciously took half a step back to create some distance. She looked at Zhou Ai expressionlessly and said, "Teacher Zhou, it seems the fever reducer is working well. You even have the energy to joke around now."

After saying that, he didn't give Zhou Ai another chance to elaborate on the topic and turned to walk towards Dr. Li.

Zhou Ai watched Chu Yi's hurried departure, touched her forehead, and muttered to herself, her smile deepening: "Hmm, it's quite effective."

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The lively atmosphere of the long table banquet gradually subsided, and the villagers began to clean up the dishes, but the warm and hospitable atmosphere still lingered in the air above Gaduo Village.

The program's executive director clapped his hands, picked up a megaphone, and refocused everyone's attention.

"Dear teachers and fellow villagers, thank you for your warm hospitality from Gaduo Village! Now, we will begin our real task this afternoon!"

The director's voice was loud and clear: "We will follow Dr. Li deep into the village, visit several elderly patients who need long-term care, and truly experience the daily life of a village doctor."

He paused, then turned his gaze to Chu Yi. "And Dr. Chu, you have a very important independent task. During your visits, led by Dr. Li, please focus on observing, inquiring about, and compiling statistics on the most common and prevalent types of diseases in this village and even the surrounding area. We hope that you can combine your professional knowledge with the actual conditions here to ultimately provide us with targeted and practical professional advice on disease prevention and initial response. This will be of great significance to our program and to the local area!"

Once this task was assigned, everyone realized its importance. It was no longer a simple experience, but required tangible professional contributions.

Chu Yi nodded. "Okay, I understand. I will record it in detail." He immediately took out a notebook and pen from his medical kit and got to work.

Dr. Li nodded with a good-natured smile, "Dr. Chu asks detailed questions and knows a lot. With him around, we'll definitely be able to clarify many of the questions that we were previously unsure about!"

The group soon set off again.

Dr. Li walked at the front, carrying his heavy medicine box, with Chu Yi close behind. As they walked, Chu Yi began asking, "Dr. Li, which type of illness should we start with? For example, respiratory infections? Gastrointestinal diseases? Or joint pain or other overuse injuries?"

As Dr. Li led the way, he answered, "Oh, so many! The mountains are damp, and the temperature difference between day and night is huge. Children and the elderly are most prone to catching colds and coughs, which can easily turn into pneumonia. Although the water intake is better than before, habits are hard to break, and sometimes, if they're not careful, many get diarrhea. And the elderly, after a lifetime of climbing mountains and working, so many of them have back and leg pains..."

Chu Yi listened attentively, quickly jotting down keywords in her notebook.

They first arrived at a wooden house where an elderly man suffering from chronic bronchitis lived.

Chu Yi carefully inquired about the patient's medical history, medication, and frequency of attacks, and listened attentively to the patient's breathing sounds. She affirmed Dr. Li's existing treatment plan and added some suggestions for daily care and prevention of acute attacks.

Next, they visited an elderly man suffering from severe lumbar disc herniation due to years of hard labor. Chu Yi examined the man, assessed his pain level and degree of mobility limitation, and frowned deeply.

The conditions here are not suitable for effective treatment; only pain relief is possible. He demonstrated in detail to the family and Dr. Li several massage techniques to help relieve the elderly woman's pain and postures to pay attention to in her daily life.

Zhou Ai, Xie Mo, and others followed behind, mainly responsible for accompanying the elderly, helping to take blood pressure, distributing some basic medicines, and doing some auxiliary work within their capabilities.

Zhou Ai leaned against the door frame with her arms crossed, watching Chu Yi explain the dangers of high blood pressure to an old woman in the simplest language possible.

Sunlight streamed through the cracks in the wooden window, falling on his focused eyelashes as if gilded. Zhou Ai's gaze lingered, the earlier teasing and playful thoughts gradually settling down, replaced by a more complex emotion welling up in his eyes.

After visiting several households, Chu Yi's notebook was filled with information. He would occasionally discuss things quietly with Dr. Li, or take out his phone to check the latest primary care guidelines.

Zhou Ai walked over to Chu Yi as if by accident and handed him a bottle of water that had just been opened.

Chu Yi was engrossed in looking at the notes when he took the notebook without looking up, took a sip, and continued writing and drawing.

Looking at his focused profile, Zhou Ai suddenly asked in a low voice, her tone unusually serious: "Is the situation more troublesome than we imagined?"

Chu Yi paused for a moment while writing, only then realizing that it was Zhou Ai who had just handed her the water.

He looked up, rubbed his temples, his face showing a hint of fatigue, but more so a deep seriousness. "Yes. Chronic disease management, infectious disease prevention, and the relief of overuse injuries... There's a lack of medicine, a lack of equipment, and even more so, a lack of systematic health education. Many problems, if intervened properly in their early stages, would never have developed to this serious extent."

Zhou Ai listened in silence, her gaze fixed on the dense handwriting and technical symbols in Chu Yi's notebook. "What can I do?"

Chu Yi paused slightly in her grip on the pen when she heard Zhou Ai's question.

He looked up at Zhou Ai, whose expression was unusually serious. Those peach blossom eyes, which always held a playful air, now reflected the dense handwriting on the notebook, as well as an almost pure inquiry.

Chu Yi was silent for a few seconds, seemingly considering his words. His gaze swept over the simple surroundings and the elderly man walking unsteadily in the distance, before returning to Zhou Ai. "Your influence is the best medicine."

Chu Yi paused for a moment, then continued, "You don't need to perform professional medical procedures. But if you can use your platform, whether on or off the show, to let more people see the real situation here, understand the difficulties of grassroots healthcare, and know who truly needs help... it might be more useful than us visiting here for ten days or a month."

As Chu Yi spoke, her gaze swept over Zhou Ai's unusually earnest peach blossom eyes, and she continued unhurriedly, "If even a little bit of this attention could be given to the daily lives of doctors like Dr. Li, to these cabinets with scarce medicines, to these elderly people whose treatment has been delayed because of the difficult mountain roads... that would be a great help."

Zhou Ai listened quietly without answering immediately. He glanced at the back of Dr. Li, who was struggling to carry his medicine box to the next household not far away, and then looked at the heavy records in Chu Yi's notebook.

After a while, he suddenly spoke, his tone returning to its usual languidness, but the content was completely different: "Alright. Then I'll accept your prescription, Dr. Chu."

He didn't specify what to do, but the cynicism in his eyes had faded, replaced by understanding and commitment.

At this point, the executive director called everyone to move on to the next location.

Zhou Ai didn't say anything more, but simply raised her hand and very naturally touched the still open notebook page of Chu Yi with her index finger knuckle, making a very soft "click", and then turned around and followed the group.

After visiting the last household, the setting sun had already painted the sky orange-red.

The intense work of more than three hours left everyone in the production team feeling a bit tired, but more than anything, they felt a sense of accomplishment and were deeply moved.

Chu Yi's notebook was filled with notes. He had already compiled a list of urgently needed commonly used medicines and several key medical science knowledge points that needed to be popularized, and handed them over to the chief director.

"These are basic and urgently needed," Chu Yi said earnestly. "We hope to get feedback from the program team to the relevant departments so that we can improve the medication conditions here."

The director solemnly accepted the document, saying, "Dr. Chu, rest assured, we will definitely give this a prominent mention!"

On the way back, everyone's steps were much heavier than when they came, but the atmosphere was even more harmonious.

After an in-depth visit in the afternoon, the program's guests gained a more intuitive understanding of the difficulties in rural healthcare, and they also developed a stronger camaraderie because they had completed this meaningful work together.

The mountain road wound its way through the night, and as darkness fell, sparse stars began to appear against the dark blue sky.

The nights in the mountains are quiet and mysterious, with only the sound of footsteps and the occasional chirping of insects.

"Huh? What's that?" Qin Yaoyao, who was walking a little ahead, suddenly exclaimed softly, pointing to the bushes by the roadside.

A tiny, emerald-green light silently appeared, tracing a graceful arc in the air before disappearing back into the darkness.

"They're fireflies!" Zhou Jiashu exclaimed excitedly.

Soon, a second, a third... more and more fireflies flew out from the grass and trees on both sides of the road.

"Wow! It's so beautiful!" Qin Yaoyao couldn't help but exclaim.

"I've only ever seen so many fireflies once before, on the ridges of the fields back home when I was very young," Xie Mo said with emotion and nostalgia. "I never imagined that after so many years, I would see them here again. It feels like a dream."

Everyone was attracted by this natural wonder and slowed down their pace. Some even took out their phones to record it, but found that the light was too dim to take good pictures.

Chu Yi stopped and looked up at the dancing fireflies. He was slightly lost in thought, feeling the tranquility and wonder of the mountain night.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure stopping in front of him.

Before he knew it, Zhou Ai had already walked up to him.

Chu Yi subconsciously looked up and met Zhou Ai's gaze.

The sky had almost completely darkened, with only scattered flashlight beams and countless fireflies providing a faint light source.

In the dim light, Zhou Ai's facial features appeared somewhat blurred, but her eyes seemed to reflect a faint green glow, making them exceptionally bright.

He stood in front of Chu Yi, his hands slightly clasped together, mysteriously holding something, a faint smile playing on his lips as he looked at Chu Yi.

Their eyes met in the dim light. The surroundings seemed to have quieted down, with only the faint fluttering of fireflies' wings and the whispers of their teammates in the distance.

Chu Yi was a little confused and was about to ask, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Ai, however, seemed to have seized the opportunity; her clasped hands suddenly shot upwards, abruptly opening—

In an instant, the starlight he held in his palm was released.

The firefly, which he had carefully held in his palm, was suddenly freed and, with its emerald green light, fluttered between him and Chu Yi.

Countless fireflies, like tiny stars, suddenly lit up, clearly illuminating Zhou Ai's smiling eyes and high nose, as well as his focused and gentle gaze when he looked at Chu Yi.

Under the faint, brief green glow, Chu Yi was able to see Zhou Ai's expression clearly from an extremely close distance.

Gone is the usual banter and laziness; it's a pure, slightly childlike sharing.

Chu Yi was completely stunned, staring blankly as the fireflies scattered from Zhou Ai's hand and merged into the surrounding light spots.

His heart seemed to stop beating for a moment, his breath caught in his throat, and the whole world seemed to consist only of the face in front of him, illuminated by the faint glow of fireflies.

"Wow! Dr. Chu! Professor Zhou! This shot is amazing!" The cameraman's suppressed excitement suddenly rang out from behind.

Chu Yi suddenly snapped out of his daze, as if startled awake. He turned around abruptly and realized that his cameraman had been quietly standing not far behind him, with the camera pointed directly at them, clearly having captured the entire scene just now.

Chu Yi's cheeks flushed instantly, but fortunately, the night was deep and no one noticed.

He coughed slightly, looking away, not daring to look at Zhou Ai again, and whispered to the photographer, "...There's nothing to photograph."

Zhou Ai seemed completely unconcerned. Instead, she smiled lazily in the direction of the photographer, then her gaze returned to Chu Yi's slightly reddened earlobe. In a very good mood, she whistled and turned to follow the group.

Only Chu Yi remained standing there, watching the fireflies still dancing in the sky before him—

My heart was pounding, belatedly realized.