Tian Yuan Group, located in the heart of Jiangzhou City, in the busiest district.
At the entrance of the building, Yang Zhen looked up.
This building, dozens of stories high, held his youth.
He had toiled here for over a decade, and by all rights, should have been familiar with every blade of grass and every tree.
Yet, returning to this place, all he felt was a growing sense of unfamiliarity.
This place had never offered him a sense of belonging.
As he stood lost in thought, an ambulance wailed to a stop by the roadside.
Several medical personnel in white coats hurried into the building.
Chen Xiao followed them in.
In the ground floor lobby, a young woman was kneeling on the floor.
She was mature and beautiful, but she was weeping uncontrollably.
In her arms, she held a boy, about five or six years old, his face pale, his limbs limp.
No matter how the young woman cried her heart out, the little boy remained motionless.
The medical staff arrived and fitted the boy with a respirator and a receiver, beginning emergency resuscitation.
"Doctor Jiang, the patient's heart rate is extremely low. I'm afraid it's too late to transport him back to the hospital for treatment!"
A female nurse said urgently, looking at the electrocardiogram that was almost a straight line.
Doctor Jiang's expression was grave as he put on sterile gloves.
"I'll try to perform CPR on him!"
Doctor Jiang pressed on the boy's chest, performing dozens of chest compressions, but the boy showed no signs of improvement.
The young woman, as if possessed, cried and pleaded.
"Please, save my son. He's only six years old. Please..."
Alas, her pleas could not prevent the electrocardiogram from becoming a straight line.
The medical staff ceased their actions, falling silent.
Doctor Jiang was breathless from exertion, but helpless.
"I'm sorry, madam. We did our best. Please make arrangements for the child's funeral."
After the doctor announced the boy's death, the young woman stopped crying.
She became quiet, simply holding her son and murmuring softly.
"Son, wake up quickly. Don't play tricks on Mommy. Mommy knows she was wrong!"
"Mommy won't be busy with work anymore. She'll spend every day with you."
"Please wake up. Don't scare Mommy, okay?"
...
Witnessing this scene, everyone felt a pang of sorrow.
Yang Zhen watched silently, thinking of his own daughter, who was about the same age.
"Madam, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Please accept my condolences..."
Doctor Jiang stepped forward, intending to comfort her.
But the young woman flinched back like a startled rabbit.
"No, my son isn't dead. Don't talk nonsense!"
"You won't take my son away from me. Get lost, stay away from me!"
At that moment, Yang Zhen walked over.
"Madam, your son is indeed not dead. I can make him wake up."
The young woman stared blankly at Yang Zhen, "You can really make him wake up?"
Yang Zhen extended his hand, "Are you willing to trust me? I can try!"
"I believe you. I'm willing to believe you. Quickly, please help me!"
The young woman let go and pushed the child towards Yang Zhen.
As soon as Yang Zhen had the child, Doctor Jiang gave him a thumbs-up.
"Brother, your trick is brilliant. Leave the rest to me. You all, comfort the deceased's family."
Hearing this, everyone finally understood.
It turned out this man was just trying to trick the child out of the young woman's hands.
It seemed like a foolish trick, but it was surprisingly effective.
Yang Zhen, of course, did not hand the child over to Doctor Jiang. He moved his large hands over the child's body, pressing and moving.
Doctor Jiang was slightly taken aback, "What are you doing?"
Yang Zhen said calmly, "Didn't you hear me? I'm saving him!"
"What? Saving him?"
Doctor Jiang's voice rose an octave, and he became furious.
"You're being ridiculous!"
"The child is dead, what are you still messing around for? You're disrespecting the deceased!"
Yang Zhen didn't turn his head, "Who said the child is dead? He's not dead, he can still be saved!"
Yang Zhen's casual words completely enraged Doctor Jiang.
"You say he can be saved just because you say so? Are you a doctor or am I?"
"Who exactly are you? If you continue to mess around like this, I'll have to report you!"
Just as Doctor Jiang was passionately berating Yang Zhen, a dark shadow suddenly lunged forward.
When he saw clearly, he realized it was the young woman, headbutting him.
He had no time to dodge and was knocked to the ground with a bang.
The young woman, having lost all pretense of elegance, shielded Yang Zhen and the child like a wild beast.
"He's saving my son. I won't let you disturb him!"
Doctor Jiang, clutching his sore waist, looked at the young woman with an expression of utter disbelief.
The other medical staff quickly came to Doctor Jiang's aid, accusing the young woman.
"Are you crazy? You'd rather believe a passerby than Doctor Jiang?"
"Let me tell you, Doctor Jiang is the best emergency doctor in Jiangzhou City. He's been practicing for twenty years and has saved no less than eighty or ninety people!"
"You ungrateful wretch, biting the hand that feeds you!"
Doctor Jiang, clutching his aching waist, gritted his teeth and cursed.
"What a crazy woman!"
However, the moment he uttered the words 'crazy woman', everyone heard a wail.
They turned to look and saw that the little boy had woken up and was crying loudly in Yang Zhen's arms.
"This... the child is alive? Alive?"
Doctor Jiang's face was filled with shock, he couldn't believe it was real.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it even if he were beaten to death!
He was absolutely certain the child was dead. What method had that man used to bring him back from the dead?
He couldn't figure it out, of course.
This was because Yang Zhen had used a technique far advanced for the current world civilization, a unique mental technique from the Heavenly Dao Sect.
Although he had just awakened, all his techniques were reset to zero.
However, saving a child who had just stopped breathing was not beyond his capabilities.
The young woman, seeing her son awake, rushed over again as if mad.
She hugged the child, tears streaming down her face.
"Son, you scared Mommy so much. Don't scare Mommy like this again, okay?"
The mother's embrace brought the child much comfort, and his cries subsided.
He looked wronged and said in a childish voice, "Mommy, I want coke..."
...
After confirming that the child was out of danger, Yang Zhen quietly withdrew from the crowd and walked towards the elevator.
His purpose for coming here was to collect a debt.
Saving the child was merely a side action.