This Is What It Means to Heal and Save Lives

"Ah—"

"No, don't touch me! Get away from me!"

"Disgusting!"

Shen Qianqian struggled desperately, but against three burly men, her efforts were futile...

Night Garden.

An hour and a half had passed since Lin Xuan called Su Hua. He emerged from his study, excitement gleaming in his eyes.

The treatment for Hua Bao's illness had finally made significant progress!

Lin Xuan decided to cook for Su Hua himself.

He walked into the kitchen and asked, "What ingredients do we have today?"

The servant listed everything for him.

Lin Xuan frowned. "Why are all the dishes things I like?"

The servant smiled. "Miss said that whatever Young Master Lin likes, she likes too. So we prepared meals that suit both your tastes."

"No, I need to buy some additional ingredients," Lin Xuan muttered.

Hua Bao seemed in low spirits today, and he wanted to cheer her up.

"Young Master Lin, are you planning to cook yourself?" Butler Wang approached and inquired.

"Yes," Lin Xuan nodded.

"Young Master Lin, if any ingredients are missing, I can send someone to fetch them. Just tell me what you need."

"No need. I’ll go myself."

It would be a good chance to clear his mind.

He had wanted to continue researching the medicine, but his thoughts had hit a dead end. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t make progress, so he set it aside for now.

Lin Xuan drove to a large supermarket.

As soon as he stepped out of his car, he spotted an elderly man collapsed on the ground, his face pale and contorted in pain.

Scattered snacks lay around him.

Lin Xuan: "..."

Wasn’t this a cliché trope straight out of a novel?

An old man collapses, the protagonist saves him, the old man turns out to be some big shot, and later, the protagonist gets to flaunt his connection with him.

He had just started learning medicine, and now this old man conveniently appeared—was this a coincidence or...?

Never mind. This was the real world, not a novel. It had to be a coincidence.

Having lived through a lifetime of hardships, Lin Xuan had grown cold and detached.

He had no interest in meddling with irrelevant people or matters.

Besides, his knowledge of otherworldly medicine was still rudimentary. He wasn’t even sure if he could save the old man, and he didn’t want to invite trouble.

Lin Xuan turned to enter the supermarket and continue his grocery shopping.

But after taking just one step, he paused.

Wait.

He looked back at the old man.

There was something familiar about him.

Lin Xuan searched his memories, and suddenly, the image of an old man lying in a coffin flashed through his mind.

Jiang Liangjun.

A man of high status, with political influence—and his two granddaughters, one in politics, the other a businesswoman.

Both were formidable figures.

If he could become their savior, it wouldn’t be a bad deal.

Having made up his mind, Lin Xuan pushed through the crowd and knelt beside the old man, checking his pulse.

His furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

Though the pulse was weak, with prompt treatment, the old man would recover without lasting harm.

"Who are you? Are you a doctor?" a woman asked.

Ignoring her, Lin Xuan prepared to administer basic treatment.

Just then, Lin Qingxiu shoved her way through the crowd.

"Lin Xuan, what do you think you’re doing?" she demanded, frowning.

Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow. "Are you blind? Can’t you see I’m treating him?"

"Treating him?" Lin Qingxiu sneered. "A computer science student like you knows anything about medicine? How laughable!"

The onlookers began murmuring.

"I thought he was a doctor, but he’s just a student—and not even a medical student!"

"Kids these days have no respect for human life. Dabbling in things they don’t understand could kill someone!"

Fingers pointed at Lin Xuan from all directions.

Knowing they would interfere if he persisted, Lin Xuan stopped and stood up.

"Lin Xuan, you were my brother for years, so let me give you some advice—not everyone can play hero. One wrong move, and you’ll have blood on your hands," Lin Qingxiu said, arms crossed.

Lin Xuan smirked. "He’s in critical condition. Without immediate help, he might not make it. If I don’t know how to treat him, do you?"

"Of course," Lin Qingxiu scoffed. "I’m a doctor. Even if I can’t fully cure him, I’m still more competent than someone who knows nothing about medicine."

Lin Xuan let out a derisive laugh.

Truth was, Lin Qingxiu couldn’t handle this case.

But since she insisted on showing off, he’d let her.

"Fine. Since you’re so capable, go ahead." Lin Xuan stepped aside, making room for her.

Confident, Lin Qingxiu crouched down. She had already assessed the old man’s condition earlier.

It matched a disease she recognized.

Luckily, she had brought some medical tools today. She could stabilize him.

Lin Xuan was probably hoping she’d fail so he could mock her.

Hah.

As if she’d give him that satisfaction.

Lin Qingxiu checked the old man’s pulse, lifted his eyelids, and nodded to herself.

Just as she thought. This would be easy.

She began administering treatment.

The crowd watched in tense silence.

Could she really save him?

Lin Xuan stood with his arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

Five minutes later, Lin Qingxiu stopped.

"Done. Now we just wait for the ambulance."

"Look!" someone exclaimed, pointing at the old man. "His fingers are twitching! His face has color again—she did it!"

"Incredible! A real doctor—beautiful and skilled!"

Lin Qingxiu basked in the praise, standing tall with pride.

"Lin Xuan, see this? This is what saving a life looks like. Don’t pretend to be something you’re not, or you’ll end up in serious trouble," she lectured coldly.

Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you actually cured him?"

"What’s that supposed to mean?" Lin Qingxiu snapped, her anger flaring at his mocking tone.

Who did he think he was, daring to look at her like that?

Her mother was right—Lin Xuan was nothing but an ungrateful wretch. If she hadn’t stopped him, he might have killed the old man and landed himself in prison.

She had saved him from disaster, and instead of gratitude, he had the audacity to sneer at her?

Maybe she should’ve just let him go ahead and face the consequences.