Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

Zhang Huaimin pulled Chen Bing into the east wing.

The coal fire in the stove was burning brightly, and the lid of the iron kettle was being pushed up by the steam, making a "gurgling" sound.

Chen Bing unbuttoned his military overcoat, rubbed his rough hands together, and sat down by the stove.

"Huaimin, after that commotion just now, weren't you afraid that old bastard might actually just collapse?"

He picked up the glass of water that had been poured on the table, blew on it to cool it down, and his eyes revealed the ruggedness of a soldier.

Zhang Huaimin held a white porcelain jar and sipped the hot water.

"Brother Chen, if he faints, it's his own fault."

He tilted his head, his voice soft and gentle, but his eyes were surprisingly calm.

"Nobody in this compound is easy to deal with. If I don't bite, they'll devour me whole."

Chen Bing was stunned for a moment, looking at the five-year-old child in front of him, and secretly clicked his tongue in amazement.

This kid is even more cunning than those seasoned veterans who've been through countless battles.

Just then, a suppressed sob came from outside the window.

The crying was intermittent, mixed with the cold wind, making one's heart ache.

Zhang Huaimin put down the jar, walked to the window, and stood on tiptoe to look outside.

In the corner of the front yard.

Aunt Wang was sitting on her own doorstep.

Her hair was disheveled, and she was clutching a faded old towel tightly in her hand, wiping away tears.

Her six-year-old grandson, Little Stone, was lying on the broken wooden bed in the house.

Her face was burning red, her breathing was rapid and labored, and a wet towel was draped over her forehead.

Dr. Li, who usually treats minor ailments like headaches and fevers in the compound, was standing by the bed, shaking his head and sighing.

"Sister-in-law Wang, don't cry."

Dr. Li put away his stethoscope, fastened his medicine box, and his face wrinkled up.

"This child has acute pneumonia, the fever is too high, and there are noises coming from his lungs."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Wang knelt down with a thud and clung tightly to Doctor Li's leg.

"Dr. Li! Dr. Li, please save my grandson! He's my only lifeline!"

She cried until her voice was hoarse and trembling.

"Sister-in-law Wang, get up quickly!" Doctor Li hurriedly pulled her up. "It's not that I don't want to help, it's just that I really can't."

He sighed, his tone helpless.

"This illness requires penicillin. But that's a foreign drug, and it's very expensive!"

"Don't even mention our little clinic, even in a big hospital, you can't get medicine without spending tens of dollars."

A few tens of yuan?

Grandma Wang slumped to the ground, her eyes vacant.

She was an elderly woman living alone, who usually earned a few cents by pasting matchboxes for others.

Let alone tens of yuan, she can't even afford five yuan right now.

"What a tragedy... God, please take me away and stop tormenting my grandson!"

She pounded her chest, her cries heart-wrenching, which drew the attention of several neighbors in the front yard who peered out to see what was happening.

But no one stepped forward.

These days, everyone is tightening their belts to make ends meet. Who would be willing to spend tens of dollars to save a stranger's child?

Yan Bugui, hiding behind a crack in the window, shook his head.

"That old lady Wang has such a hard life. It's such a pity for little Shitou. Sigh, if he borrows money, how will he ever pay it back?"

He muttered something to himself and then closed the window tightly again.

Zhang Huaimin stood by the window, watching this scene, his eyes flickering slightly.

Aunt Wang.

Although the old lady was poor, she had a kind heart, which was rare in this compound.

He had just transmigrated a few days ago, before he had even received his compensation.

The old woman secretly slipped him half a warm cornbread, saying she felt sorry for him because he had no parents.

returning a Favour many times more.

not to mention.

Zhang Huaimin turned to look at the system panel, where the "future special effect antibiotic" that had just been awarded was quietly floating.

This stuff can instantly eliminate all malignant bacteria and viruses in the body, and it has no side effects.

It can even take down future superviruses, so dealing with acute pneumonia from the 1960s is like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

He turned around without making a sound.

"Brother Chen, I'm going out to pee."

Zhang Huaimin casually made up a lie and slipped out the door.

He walked to the pond in the corner of the yard.

I looked around to make sure no one was paying attention.

With a thought, the antibiotic emitting a faint blue light appeared in his small palm.

He pulled out a rough porcelain bowl with a chip in it.

I turned on the tap and filled a small bowl with the cold well water.

"Integration".

Zhang Huaimin silently recited it in his heart.

The blue light flashed and disappeared in an instant.

The antibiotic instantly transformed into specks of starlight, silently dissolving into the bowl of well water.

The water quality remained crystal clear, without any change.

It doesn't even have a special taste.

Zhang Huaimin, carrying a bowl, walked slowly to the door of Aunt Wang's house with his short legs.

Grandma Wang was still sitting on the ground crying, her eyes swollen like walnuts.

"Grandma Wang."

Zhang Huaimin's soft, gentle voice rang out in the cold wind.

Grandma Wang raised her head, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at him in a daze.

"Huaimin... what are you doing here? Go back inside, don't catch the virus." She sniffled, her voice hoarse.

Zhang Huaimin stepped forward and handed over the broken bowl in his hand.

"Grandma Wang, I just went to the backyard and saw light in this bowl of water."

He blinked his innocent-looking big eyes and made up a lie on the spot.

"I heard my dad say before that this glowing water can cure all diseases if you drink it."

"Why don't you give Stone Brother a sip and see?"

Aunt Wang was stunned.

Glowing water? A cure-all?

Normally, she would have just laughed off such nonsense that even a three-year-old wouldn't believe.

But now, she has nowhere else to turn.

Like a drowning person, she would cling to even the smallest straw.

"Okay...okay, Grandma will listen to you."

Aunt Wang took the broken bowl with trembling hands and scrambled into the house.

She helped the little stone up and fed the child, little by little, the bowl of cold well water into his parched mouth.

"Glug, glug."

The little stone swallowed instinctively.

After drinking the water, he coughed twice and then fell asleep again.

Dr. Li stood to the side, watching this scene, and shook his head helplessly.

"Sister-in-law Wang, you're grasping at straws in your desperation. What good can a bowl of cold water do? This child... sigh."

He packed up his medicine kit, sighed, and left.

Grandma Wang stayed by the bedside, holding her grandson's hot little hand tightly, tears streaming down her face.

Night fell.

Everyone in the compound had gone to sleep.

Only a few suppressed sighs occasionally came from the Intermediate Court, as Jia Zhangshi worried about tomorrow's medical expenses.

Grandma Wang lay down by the bed and dozed off in a daze.

Sudden.

She felt the little hand she was holding twitch.

"grandmother……"

A faint but clear call.

Aunt Wang suddenly woke up with a start and yanked off the old woolen quilt covering her head.

Under the dim light of a kerosene lamp.

Little Stone's face, which had been burning like a hot coal, miraculously regained its normal color!

She reached out in disbelief and touched the child's forehead.

It's not hot anymore!

Moreover, his breathing was steady and long, without the slightest sound of bellows being pumped.

"This...this..."

Aunt Wang's eyes widened, and her lips trembled.

She turned her head sharply and looked at the empty, broken, rough porcelain bowl on the table.

Zhang Huaimin's phrase "glowing water" suddenly echoed in my mind.

"Heaven has smiled upon us! A living god has appeared!"

Overwhelmed with emotion, Aunt Wang burst into tears and knelt down on the ground, kowtowing three times in the direction of the east wing.

Early the next morning.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

Dr. Li carried his medicine kit, ready to check on Xiao Shitou's final condition and issue a death certificate.

He had just pushed open the broken door of Aunt Wang's house.

Good morning, Dr. Li!

A crisp sound rang out.

Dr. Li looked up and saw the medicine box in his hand crash to the ground with a loud bang.

All I could see was the little stone that was barely alive yesterday.

Wearing only a thin jacket, she was jumping around in the house chasing a stray cat that was stealing food!

"You...you child..."

As if he had seen a ghost, Dr. Li rushed forward and pressed down on Xiao Shitou's pulse.

Steady and powerful.

He took out his stethoscope and placed it on the child's chest.

The lungs were clear and clean, without a single sound!

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Dr. Li's hair was almost bald from scratching, and his eyes were wide open like copper bells.

"Overnight, acute pneumonia completely cured without antibiotics?"

"This is simply a miracle in medical history! No, it's a divine intervention!"

Aunt Wang stood to the side, beaming from ear to ear, but she remembered Zhang Huaimin's words and said nothing, only wiping away tears of joy.

This matter quickly spread quietly throughout the courtyard.

No one knows how Little Stone got better.

But many people saw Zhang Huaimin carrying a bowl into Aunt Wang's house yesterday evening.

Yan Bugui stood at the door, looking at the lively little stone, then at the tightly closed door of the east wing.

The cold sweat on my back instantly soaked through my cotton coat.

"This kid... he can not only kill, but he can also save lives."

He swallowed hard and secretly vowed that even if he starved to death, he would never provoke Zhang Huaimin.

In the front yard, Granny Wang was bowing gratefully towards the east wing.

Sudden.

"ah--!"

A piercing, desperate wail, as if tearing apart the soul, suddenly swept across the sky above the central courtyard like a rusty saw.

That voice was filled with despair and madness.

Yan Bugui trembled with fear.

"My God... Dongxu... he's dead?!"