Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

In the neighboring city after the earthquake, the sky was gray. Broken walls and rubble, dust swirled in the wind, choking people and causing them to cough. Cries and shouts for help mingled with the roar of excavators, echoing day and night. The ground beneath their feet would occasionally tremble slightly, reminding everyone that the disaster was not over yet.

Firefighters, clad in bright orange rescue suits, scrambled through the rubble. Song Yan, wearing the same suit as the others, his helmet's light blindingly bright, crouched beneath a collapsed load-bearing wall, carefully clearing away bricks and stones. His gloves were worn through, his fingertips stained with blood, and sweat streamed down his face, staining his dusty suit and creating a small, dark patch. "Be careful, there's a crack here!"

He shouted to his teammates, his voice hoarse but strong, then lowered his head and used his hands to carefully dig through the rubble—there was an elderly man trapped inside, who had just faintly responded.

Since the earthquake, he has barely slept, his eyes bloodshot from exhaustion, yet he remains at the forefront, going wherever the danger is greatest. He digs through rubble with his bare hands, carries injured people, and doesn't even waste a moment to drink water. His inherent dedication has earned the silent admiration of his fellow rescue workers. [Regardless, Song's professional dedication, his efforts during the earthquake, and his unwavering commitment to saving lives are worthy of respect. A salute to all firefighters.]

Meng Yanchen's Guokun rescue team quickly mingled with the firefighters. He took off his suit jacket, revealing a shirt so dirty that its original color was unrecognizable. He rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, exposing his strong forearms, and was carrying a precast concrete slab with several other people.

The board was too heavy, making his shoulders ache. Sweat streamed down his face and dripped onto the ground, where it was instantly absorbed by the dust.

He didn't speak, but gritted his teeth and strained along with everyone's chants. With each lift, the rubble beneath his feet sank a little deeper. Occasionally, he would catch a glimpse of a schoolbag or toys peeking out from the ruins, and his heart would feel like it was being squeezed by something, making him feel suffocated.

Qiu Yingying and her team were extremely busy at the temporary shelter.

The shelter was made of blue tents, crammed with people. Elderly people huddled in corners, staring blankly out the window; children cried in fear, mothers held their children while secretly wiping away tears; others had bandages wrapped around their arms and legs, wincing in pain. Qiu Yingying, wearing a large volunteer vest, her back soaked with sweat, was distributing supplies from tent to tent.

"Auntie, have some water." "Little friend, here's some bread for you." Her voice was terribly hoarse, and it was difficult for her to speak, but she still tried to keep her voice soft.

When she encountered elderly people with limited mobility, she would hand them water and food, and also help tidy up their messy bedding. During a break from her work, she would lean against the tent pole to catch her breath. Looking at the scene before her, her nose tingled, and she quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes—now was not the time to cry. The more she did, the less everyone would suffer.

The medical area was right next to the shelter, and the several medical vehicles that Guokun brought had their lights on, making it the most reliable "lifeline" in the earthquake zone.

The medical staff were extremely busy, stitching up wounds, administering IV drips, and treating fractures; everyone's face was tense. Suddenly, a noisy argument broke out. Qiu Yingying was handing instant noodles to an elderly person when she heard the noise and instinctively looked over. Meng Yanchen had just come from the ruins, and the two quickly walked over towards the source of the sound.

A woman in a white coat was squatting on the ground; it was Xu Qin. In front of her lay a pregnant woman, her face as white as paper, her eyes closed, her breath faint, and the blanket beneath her was soaked with blood.

Xu Qin reached out and checked the pregnant woman's carotid artery, then touched her chest. She frowned, stood up, and said in a chillingly calm tone, "The woman is already dead. Perform a C-section quickly and save the baby."

The family member standing nearby immediately burst into tears: "Impossible! She just made a sound! Doctor, take another look!"

Xu Qin ignored her, turned around and took a scalpel from the medical kit, not forgetting to instruct the nurse beside her: "Prepare for disinfection, I'm going to start the surgery now."

"Stop!" Director Li of the medical team rushed over, grabbed her hand, and his voice was full of anger. "Don't you have any common sense?!" He squatted down, placed his fingers on the pregnant woman's pulse, listened carefully to her breathing, and glared at Xu Qin. "She still has a pulse! She's still breathing! She's just in shock! And you've already declared her dead?"

Xu Qin paused for a moment, but still stubbornly said, "She's too badly injured, she can't hold on, the baby can't be hurt."

"This is outrageous!" Director Li trembled with anger, pointing at her and shouting, "The pregnant woman still has vital signs! You're not saving the mother, but thinking about cutting the baby first? This is murder! Without preoperative assessment, without anesthesia, without a sterile environment, if you proceed now, both mother and child will die!"

He paused, looking at Xu Qin with a complex expression, and his tone softened slightly, "I admit that the earthquake situation was urgent, and your initiative to come to the disaster area to provide support is commendable. It also shows your desire to save lives. However, practicing medicine cannot be based solely on enthusiasm, nor can it be done without medical ethics and principles!"

The senior obstetrician next to her also came over, examined the pregnant woman's eyelids, and checked her blood pressure. His face was ashen: "Director Li is right. It's commendable to have the courage to support the disaster area, but your actions don't deserve to be called saving lives! You even misjudged basic vital signs, and you threw the principle of prioritizing the mother's health to the back of your mind. You only cared about the child and didn't care about the pregnant woman's life or death. What kind of doctor is that? Where is your medical ethics? Where is your professional competence?"

"I didn't mean to hurt her," Xu Qin's voice carried a hint of grievance, yet she remained stubborn. "I just felt that the child was innocent, and I couldn't let him die along with his mother."

"Innocent? Isn't the pregnant woman innocent?" Director Li retorted, his tone stern yet tinged with heartache. "As doctors, our duty is to save every life possible, not to subjectively decide to abandon one! Your naive and biased thinking is more terrifying than ignorance! Kindness without medical ethics only becomes a weapon to harm others!" He waved his hand, signaling the nurse to take Xu Qin away. "I think you need to go back to medical school for further studies, first learn how to respect life, how to uphold medical ethics, and then learn how to practice medicine!"

Xu Qin's face turned pale and then red after being spoken to. Her lips moved, but she couldn't say a word. Finally, the nurse pulled her aside. She was still tightly clutching the scalpel in her hand, her eyes blank yet stubborn.

Director Li stopped looking at her and immediately gave orders: "Quick! Get the pregnant woman onto the medical vehicle! Prepare ECG monitoring and IV fluids, and arrange surgery immediately!" The medical staff quickly got to work, carefully lifting the pregnant woman onto a stretcher and pushing her into the medical vehicle. The door closed, and soon the beeping of the instruments could be heard inside. Everyone was on tenterhooks—hoping there was still time.

After the medical staff had finished their duties, Director Li looked at Xu Qin's back and whispered to his assistant, "Her willingness to support the disaster area is commendable, but medical ethics and professional competence are the foundation of a doctor's profession. We must report this to her hospital. If things don't improve, she absolutely cannot be allowed to practice medicine independently again."

It was late into the night before Qiu Yingying was finally able to rest for a while in the tent. She found a corner to sit down, her whole body aching as if it were falling apart, her eyelids so heavy she could barely lift them. Meng Yanchen quietly came over and handed her a bottle of warm water, his voice hoarse: "Drink some water, rest for a few minutes."

Qiu Yingying took the water, drank a couple of sips, and looked up at him. Meng Yanchen's face was covered in ash, and there was a small wound on his forehead; the blood had already dried, making him look pitiful. "You should rest for a while too; you look exhausted," she said softly.

Meng Yanchen sat down beside her and shook his head: "It's alright, we're already here, we might as well save one more person."

Just then, the ground suddenly shook violently! It was even stronger than the previous aftershocks!

The canvas on the tent roof rattled loudly as the support frame snapped instantly. The nearby shelving collapsed with a deafening crash, sending bricks, sheet metal, and broken wooden poles, along with scattered supplies, crashing down. "Aftershocks! Take cover!" someone yelled, but the chaotic shouts were drowned out by the deafening roar of the collapse.

Something hit me from above.

Before Qiu Yingying could react, she was pulled away by a tremendous force. Meng Yanchen held her tightly in his arms, shielding her with his back and pressing her head against his chest to prevent anything from touching her. "Don't be afraid!" His voice trembled slightly, but was unusually firm.

The next second, a heavy piece of sheet metal mixed with gravel slammed into Meng Yanchen's back, followed by a deluge of more heavy objects. With a muffled thud, Meng Yanchen groaned, cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead. A searing pain shot through his back, and warm blood quickly seeped from the wound, soaking his shirt.

But his grip on her didn't loosen at all; he still held Qiu Yingying tightly, as if he wanted to embed her into his very bones.

Darkness instantly engulfed everything, the collapsed tent wreckage and bricks completely burying the two of them, creating a small space. Meng Yanchen's consciousness rapidly blurred amidst the excruciating pain and blood loss. The warmth in his arms was his last support. With his last bit of strength, he tightened his arms around her and weakly whispered "I'm here" in her ear before everything went black and he completely lost consciousness.

Qiu Yingying was held tightly in his arms, her forehead pressed against his blood-stained shirt. Because she had also been hit, she only had time to tell Duo Duo for help before she fainted.

Beneath the rubble, the two remained entwined, their body heat intertwined. In the distance, rescue teams and their members frantically searched the ruins after the aftershocks, their shouts piercing the dust, yet unable to reach this buried corner.