Tian Yuan Group, located in the most prosperous area of Jiangzhou city center.

Yang Zhen looked up at the building in front of him, standing at the entrance.

This dozens-story building buried his youth.

He had worked here for more than ten years, and logically speaking, he should know every plant and tree here.

But returning to this familiar place, all he felt was a deep sense of alienation.

This place had never given him a sense of belonging.

While he was lost in thought, an ambulance wailed as it arrived and stopped by the roadside.

Several medical personnel in white coats hurried into the building.

Chen Xiao followed them inside.

In the lobby on the first floor, a young woman was kneeling on the ground.

The young woman was beautiful and mature, but she was crying like a broken-hearted person.

In her arms was a five or six-year-old boy with a pale face and limp limbs.

No matter how desperately the young woman cried, the little boy remained motionless.

At this moment, the medical staff arrived and put a respirator and receiver on the little boy, starting emergency treatment.

"Doctor Jiang, the patient's heart rate is extremely low. I'm afraid it's too late to send him back to the hospital for rescue!"

A nurse looked at the electrocardiogram, which was almost a straight line, and said urgently.

Doctor Jiang's face was stern as he put on sterile gloves.

"I'll try to give him CPR!"

Doctor Jiang pressed on the little boy's chest, performing dozens of CPR compressions in a row, but the little boy didn't improve at all.

The young woman, as if possessed, cried and pleaded bitterly.

"Please save my son! He's only six years old. I beg you..."

Unfortunately, her pleas couldn't stop the electrocardiogram from becoming a straight line.

The medical staff stopped what they were doing and remained silent.

Doctor Jiang was panting from exhaustion, but he was also helpless.

"I'm sorry, Madam, we've done our best. Please make arrangements for the child's funeral."

When the doctor announced the little boy's death, the young woman stopped crying.

She became quiet, simply hugging her son silently and murmuring softly.

"Son, wake up quickly. Don't play with Mommy. Mommy knows she was wrong!"

"Mommy won't be busy with work anymore. I'll stay with you every day."

"Just wake up, please don't scare Mommy, okay?"

...

Seeing this scene, everyone felt a sense of sadness.

Yang Zhen watched this scene silently, thinking of his own daughter, who was about the same age.

"Madam, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Please accept our condolences…"

Doctor Jiang wanted to step forward and offer some words of comfort.

But the young woman reacted like a frightened rabbit, scrambling backward.

"No, my son isn't dead yet! Don't talk nonsense!"

"Don't even think about snatching my son away from me! Get away! Stay away from me!"

Just then, Yang Zhen walked over.

"Madam, your son is indeed not dead. I can wake him up."

The young woman stared blankly at Yang Zhen, "You can really wake him up?"

Yang Zhen stretched out his hand, "Are you willing to trust me? I can try!"

"I trust you, I'm willing to trust you! Quick, please help me!"

The young woman released her grip and pushed the child into Yang Zhen's arms.

With the child in his hands, Doctor Jiang gave Yang Zhen a thumbs up.

"Brother, your trick is really clever! I'll take it from here. You guys, soothe the family's emotions."

Hearing him say this, everyone understood.

So, this man just wanted to trick the child out of the young woman's hands.

It looked stupid, but it was surprisingly effective.

Of course, Yang Zhen didn't give the child to Doctor Jiang. He pressed and moved his large hand over the child's body.

Doctor Jiang was slightly stunned, "What are you doing?"

Yang Zhen said calmly, "Didn't you hear what I just said? I'm saving him!"

"What? Saving him?"

Doctor Jiang's voice rose several octaves, and he was filled with anger.

"You're messing around!"

"The child is dead, what are you doing? You're disrespecting the dead!"

Yang Zhen didn't even turn his head, "Who said the child is dead? He's not dead, he can still be saved!"

Yang Zhen's understated words completely enraged Doctor Jiang.

"You say he can be saved and he can be saved? Are you the doctor or am I the doctor?"

"Who are you? If you continue to mess around, I'm going to call the police!"

Just as Doctor Jiang was passionately berating Yang Zhen, a black shadow suddenly rushed over.

When he saw it clearly, he realized that it was the young woman who had charged at him.

He couldn't dodge in time, and he was knocked to the ground with a thud.

The young woman had lost all her elegance and stood in front of Yang Zhen and the child like a mother beast.

"He's saving my son! I won't allow you to disturb him!"

Doctor Jiang held his back and looked at the young woman with an unbelievable expression.

Several other medical staff hurried over to help Doctor Jiang, pointing fingers at the young woman.

"Are you sick? You'd rather believe a stranger than Doctor Jiang?"

"Let me tell you, Doctor Jiang is the best emergency doctor in Jiangzhou. He's been practicing medicine for twenty years, and he's saved at least eighty or ninety people!"

"It's like biting the hand that feeds you!"

Doctor Jiang held his aching back, gritting his teeth and cursing.

"What a crazy woman!"

However, just as he uttered the words 'crazy woman', everyone heard a loud wail.

Everyone looked around and saw that the little boy had woken up and was crying loudly in Yang Zhen's arms.

"This, the child is alive, he's alive?"

Doctor Jiang's face was filled with astonishment. He couldn't believe that this was real.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it even if he was beaten to death!

He was sure that the child was dead. What method did that man use to bring the child back to life?

Of course, he couldn't figure it out.

Because Yang Zhen used techniques that were far ahead of the current world's civilization, from the unique mental techniques of the Tiandao Sect.

Although he had just awakened, all his spells were almost reset to zero.

But it was still not difficult for him to save a child who had just lost his heartbeat.

The young woman saw her son wake up and rushed over again like crazy.

She hugged the child in her arms, tears streaming down her face.

"Son, you scared Mommy so much. Don't scare Mommy like this again, okay?"

His mother's embrace made the child feel much more secure, and his crying gradually subsided.

He looked aggrieved and said in a childish voice, "Mommy, I want to drink cola…"

...

After confirming that the child was alright, Yang Zhen quietly withdrew from the crowd and walked towards the elevator.

His purpose here was to collect a debt.

Saving someone was just something he did along the way.