From humble beginnings to the pinnacle of life

I took out my phone and transferred 500 yuan to her without hesitation, saying to her:

"This money is enough for you to stay here for a few days, so be careful with it. The most important thing for you right now is to stay calm, find a suitable job as soon as possible, and establish yourself."

She picked up her phone and silently accepted the transfer, but did not immediately go into the hotel.

He stood there quietly, his eyes hesitant, as if he still had something to say.

Seeing this, I continued to persuade him: "Don't complain about the poor conditions here. You need to recognize your current situation and can no longer be as pampered and willful as before."

I paused, then asked with a hint of curiosity, "Speaking of which, after running away from home for so many days, do you regret it?"

Su Qing shook her head slightly without the slightest hesitation: "I don't regret it at all. I'm sure I can survive in this city on my own."

Looking at her stubborn appearance, I couldn't help but admire her a little.

To be honest, I didn't think highly of her when she was arguing with her family.

These past few days, she's only been living comfortably thanks to her best friend's help, and hasn't truly experienced the hardships of life at the bottom of society.

The real trials are just beginning.

I didn't try to persuade her any further, and waved my hand, saying, "Alright, go and get some rest. I'm going back to sleep too."

Su Qing nodded gently and turned to walk towards the hotel entrance.

She had only taken two steps when she suddenly stopped, turned her head slightly, and spoke in a soft voice:

"Lin Ye, thank you."

Having been proud since childhood, she was clearly not used to thanking people on her own initiative, and her tone was stiff and shy.

But I heard it clearly and couldn't help but laugh and tease, "Oh, our high and mighty Miss Su actually knows how to say thank you? That's rare indeed."

She blushed instantly after my retort and glared at me fiercely.

He even arrogantly raised his middle finger and strode into the hotel lobby, dragging his suitcase.

I watched her figure completely disappear at the entrance of the building before turning around and riding my bike back to the courier station.

My cousin was already fast asleep, snoring loudly, completely unaware of the ordeal I had gone through in the middle of the night to rescue someone.

I quietly finished washing up and lay down on the bed.

I closed my eyes, and the scene from just now kept replaying in my mind.

The bumpy old road, the cool evening breeze, the warm touch behind me, and the ticklish feeling of hair brushing against my neck...

The scenes are incredibly vivid, lingering in my heart, impossible to forget.

The next morning, I posted the printed posters of differentiated services all over the surrounding communities.

My cousin went out with flyers to promote the business to merchants, while Yang Hao was responsible for the routine delivery and pickup of packages in the area.

The three of us have a clear division of labor and are fully committed to providing the best possible service.

At 10:00 AM sharp, I received a package delivery order.

The mailing address is in an old, poorly-owned residential complex next to a textile factory; it has no elevator and is on the eighth floor.

The customer also noted that the ceramic ornaments were fragile and quite heavy.

When other courier services heard that no one was willing to deliver to the eighth floor, they had to call our station.

Yang Hao is out delivering goods right now, and my cousin is out promoting something, so I'm the only one left at the station.

I pushed out my electric tricycle and headed towards the old residential area.

This residential area consists entirely of housing built by state-owned enterprises in the past. The stairwells are narrow and cramped, and even during the day, they are dark and oppressive. The residents are mostly retired elderly people living alone.

I knocked on the door, and an elderly woman in her seventies opened it; she was clearly unsteady on her feet.

Upon recognizing me as a courier, the elderly man warmly invited me into his house.

"Young man, it's really kind of you to make this trip. I have rheumatism in my legs, and it's hard for me to go up and down the stairs. I asked three or four courier companies, but none of them would come upstairs, insisting that I carry the package to the community station myself. I saw your community's sign saying that you could pick up packages from the door, so I called you on a whim."

With a friendly smile, I put on disposable shoe covers as I entered, and said in a humble manner:

"Grandma, please don't be so polite. Picking up packages is a service we've promised; it's just our job. Where is your package? Let me check its size and weight."

"It's in the inner room, just follow me."

I followed the old man into the inner room, and when I pushed open the door, I saw that the shelves were full of all kinds of ceramic ware, a dazzling array.

I froze at the doorway and quickly asked, "Grandma, you're not sending all of it, are you? That's quite a lot."

The old lady waved her hands repeatedly and slowly moved to the corner: "Not all of them, just these few small items to send to my granddaughter who lives in another city."

After saying that, she slowly bent down and squatted down, intending to move the ceramic pieces out by hand.

Seeing this, I quickly stepped forward to help: "Please don't bend over and exert yourself. I'll carry it. You can sit down and rest for a while."

"There are so few honest young people like you these days," Grandma sighed. "There's no elevator on my eighth floor, and other delivery companies refuse to come as soon as they hear the floor number, but you not only come to my door, but you're also so considerate."

As I carefully gathered the ceramic ornaments, I casually replied, "Since we've made it a service slogan, we have to keep our word. We must treat every customer with utmost care."

Grandma nodded in satisfaction and tried to straighten up, supporting herself on her knees.

But as soon as he propped himself up halfway, his legs went weak and he stood up too quickly, causing his body to sway uncontrollably from side to side.

I caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of my eye, and my heart suddenly tightened!

She was still holding a ceramic jar in her hands, but there was no time to put it down.

In the nick of time, I let go, and the ceramic ornament crashed heavily onto the cement floor.

With a crash, it shattered into pieces, shards of porcelain flying everywhere.

Despite the high cost, I steadily reached out and firmly supported the old lady.

If it had been half a second later, the elderly person would definitely have fallen heavily to the ground, and the consequences would have been unimaginable.

I used my entire body to support the elderly woman's falling weight and called out urgently, "Grandma! Are you alright?"

In just a few seconds, the old man's face turned ashen, and his lips lost all color.

The next second, she fainted.

I panicked instantly and felt completely lost.

The old man's entire weight was on my arm, so I quickly bent my knees and used my thighs to brace against his lower back to share the weight.

"Grandma, Grandma! Can you hear me?" I tried calling out to her, but it was no use.

I became even more anxious, but this wasn't the first time I'd encountered this situation.

My mother has a heart condition, and she had fainted before.

I know some simple first aid measures.

Grandma's condition is most likely caused by high blood pressure. She was squatting on the ground and suddenly stood up, which could have caused a cerebral hemorrhage.

Without thinking twice, I immediately took out my phone and dialed 120 for emergency medical assistance, telling them that the situation was critical and that an ambulance should be dispatched immediately.

At the same time, I began to take simple first aid measures for my grandmother.

Gently lay her flat on the ground, turn her head to one side, and then use your fingers to remove any foreign objects from her mouth to prevent choking.

I knew that I couldn't move the object in this situation without waiting for professional help.

But I was so anxious!

Because there are only a few golden minutes for a brain hemorrhage, if timely rescue is not provided, death is very likely.