A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Today is Sunday, so Peng Liangpei doesn't have to go to school, and Dean Peng doesn't have to go to work either.

This was the first time the father and daughter had spent a weekend together since Yan Xinyue joined this single-parent family.

Coincidentally, today is the birthday of Peng Jingpei's aunt, Peng Wanxian—it is said that this aunt is extremely cultured, has excellent taste and temperament, and is married to an extremely wealthy, powerful, and prestigious husband.

She hosted a barbecue party at her family's large villa and invited Dean Peng and his daughter Peng Liangpei to join them.

Although Peng Jingpei wasn't close to this aunt, she was awake anyway, and since her aunt had sincerely invited her, she dragged her father along to celebrate her aunt's birthday.

To be honest, Dean Peng was reluctant to go to his only sister's birthday party.

Firstly, his incredibly wealthy, powerful, and influential brother-in-law not only looked down on him but also frequently made fun of him!

Secondly, once the younger sister climbed the social ladder and became a phoenix, she started to treat him, her older brother, like an outsider.

But my daughter said that she only has one aunt in her life, and even if she doesn't like us, we can't neglect her. Her birthday is such a big deal, we absolutely have to go and celebrate with her.

Dean Peng couldn't persuade his daughter otherwise, so he reluctantly went along.

After wandering around the streets for a while, Peng Jingpei finally managed to pick out a decent, not-too-cheap, and heartfelt birthday gift for her aunt, and then headed straight to her aunt's house.

Before they even stepped inside, the father and daughter could already tell that today's birthday was not only grand but also lively. Countless luxury cars and sports cars were already parked on both sides of the wide road in front of the villa.

Compared to that other car, Dean Peng's latest Toyota Camry is only worth about the price of one of its wheels.

—I'm here to celebrate my sister's birthday, not to compete with you guys. Pshaw, what's so great about a nice car? If you don't drive on the highway, you'll only ever be able to drive at 60 km/h.

After offering himself some words of comfort, Dean Peng and his daughter walked into the villa with their heads held high.

The barbecue party was held in the front garden, decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, creating a festive atmosphere.

The hired band, for the sake of the money, played their symphony with great effort, its highs and lows rising and falling.

Waitresses dressed as bunny girls weaved through the crowd with trays, constantly serving fine wines and delicacies.

The scene was certainly lively. Unfortunately, Dean Peng and Peng Liangpei were a bit bewildered, because not a single one of the guests recognized them.

Aunt Peng Wanxian, dressed in her finest attire, made a brief appearance, her demeanor more like that of a guest—well, actually, she was less like a guest.

She greeted every guest with a smile and great enthusiasm, but towards her own brother and niece, she merely nodded indifferently, turned her skirt, and swirled back into the midst of the dignitaries.

Is this the difference between family and guests? Guests are for getting close, while family is for being neglected?

Dean Peng really wanted to ask his younger sister: Is it really less important to spend a few more words with relatives you rarely see throughout the year than to climb the social ladder?

Seeing her chatting happily with that bunch of random people, laughing so hard that her face powder was falling off, Peng Liangpei and Dean Peng looked at each other, speechless.

Only now did they begin to understand that Peng Wanxian probably hadn't invited them specifically, but rather it was just a side trip, or perhaps merely out of politeness.

Now, Peng Liangpei has gained a deeper understanding of this aunt who is related to her by blood but is a complete stranger to her.

She wisely added another "giant" to the list of "three giant aunts" in her mind—a giant snob.

The birthday party was a lively affair. Peng Wanxian's guests gathered in small groups, toasting and chatting, creating a very enthusiastic atmosphere.

But the place where Peng Liangpei and Dean Peng stood became a strange sight—a corner where no one paid any attention or asked any questions.

Standing there awkwardly, both Dean Peng and Peng Liangpei felt like they'd been given the cold shoulder.

Peng Jingpei was now truly regretting it, regretting that she had dragged her father along and brought shame upon herself.

Dean Peng's expression had been unpleasant since he entered the room, and it was even more so now.

Perhaps it's because he's never been treated like this since he took the chair of the People's Hospital director.

Over the years, he has seen many high-ranking officials and dignitaries. Today, this leader invites him to dinner, tomorrow, that tycoon invites him to dinner. Even in the Ding family, whose wealth is comparable to that of a country, he is treated as a VIP.

But here, he, the dean, has become a laughingstock. Thinking about the humiliation he suffered, he was incredibly angry.

"Fine, you bunch of snobbish bastards, you better pray you don't get sick. If you really fall into my hands, see how I deal with you." Dean Peng stood there dumbfounded, thinking with a mixture of hatred and bitterness.

Taking advantage of the fact that her aunt had finally managed to free up some time, Peng Jingpei personally handed over the birthday gift.

The fourth aunt took the wine with a hint of impatience, casually put it aside, and left without even saying thank you.

How could family ties have become so cold?

Peng Jingpei even wondered if this aunt might have been adopted by her late grandfather.

After giving the gift, Peng Jingpei wanted to pull her father away. Since her aunt had invited them, and they had attended, met, and given gifts, they had fulfilled their obligations. There was no need for them to stay there, sitting on the sidelines and making themselves uncomfortable.

Just as the father and daughter were about to turn and leave, screams suddenly came from behind the villa, with cries for help coming one after another.

Everyone quickly passed through the hall and corridor, went around to the back of the villa through the back door, and looked up in unison. There, in the three-meter-deep swimming pool, floated a motionless young woman. Her long red dress and flowing hair spread out in the water, rising and falling gently with the surface, beautiful and alluring, yet with a hint of eeriness.

"ah--"

"That's Miss He!"

"Oh my god, help!

"..."

Amidst the crowd, gasps and screams rose and fell. The villa's owner, Peng Wanxian, stood there, her face deathly pale, frozen in shock. Perhaps from extreme fright, or perhaps for some other reason, she remained rooted to the spot, unable to process what had happened.

The crowd shouted and made a racket for a long time, but not a single person went into the water to save the person.

So many people, and not one of them can swim?

Peng Jingpei would rather believe she saw a ghost in broad daylight than believe this possibility.

She hadn't met many people who would stand by and watch someone die, but she'd seen so many here today. This trip was definitely worthwhile—she'd learned a lot.

The girl floating in the water was motionless, clearly unconscious and in shock. Without emergency treatment, her chances of survival were slim.

Those poor people who refused to go into the water were actually using nets to scoop up debris from the pool, rummaging around the edge.

But the net was clearly too short to reach the girl, and all they could do was try to scoop water out of her.

But those people were really making a big fuss about it. If Peng Jingpei had the time or inclination right now, she'd love to tell them: "You're clueless."

But Peng Jingpei didn't have that kind of time; she just wanted to save people.

She knew the only way to save the person was to jump into the water, swim over, and pull them ashore.

But she was a terrible swimmer; though she wanted to save him, she was powerless to do so. If she jumped in blindly, she might end up losing her own life. With no other options, she turned to look at her father standing beside her.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I haven't touched water in years!"

Dean Peng was already feeling neglected and was seething with anger. At first, he really didn't care whether these guys who were so arrogant because they had a little money and status lived or died. But since it was a matter of life and death, he still decided to go down and save them.

However, he had just recovered from a stroke a few days ago, and according to traditional Chinese medicine, he should not touch raw water, otherwise he would easily develop rheumatism and bone pain.

As Dean Peng hesitated, he was suddenly bumped in the waist, lost his balance, and fell into the pool with a "plop" amidst the gasps of the crowd.

Just before he fell into the water, Dean Peng saw it clearly: the person who cruelly pushed him into the water was actually his own daughter, Peng Liangpei!