Tian Yuan Group, located in the heart of Jiangzhou City, in the most prosperous district.
At the entrance of the building, Yang Zhen looked up.
This building, dozens of stories high, held his youth.
He had worked here for over a decade, and by all rights, should have known every blade of grass and tree.
Yet, returning to this familiar place, all he felt was a growing sense of unfamiliarity.
This place had never given him a sense of belonging.
As he stood 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 ground floor lobby, a young woman was kneeling on the floor.
She was mature and beautiful, but she was weeping like a drowned rat.
In her arms, she cradled a boy of five or six, his face pale, his limbs limp.
No matter how heartbroken the young woman was, the boy remained still.
The medical staff arrived and fitted the boy with a respirator and a receiver, commencing emergency resuscitation.
"Dr. Jiang, the patient's heart rate is extremely low. It might be too late to transport him back to the hospital for treatment!"
A female nurse said urgently, looking at the electrocardiogram that had flattened into a nearly straight line.
Dr. Jiang's expression was grim as he put on sterile gloves.
"I'll try to perform CPR on him!"
Dr. Jiang pressed on the boy's chest, performing dozens of 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 stop the electrocardiogram from becoming a flat line.
The medical staff ceased their actions, falling silent.
Dr. Jiang was panting from exertion but also 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 anymore. Mommy knows she was wrong!"
"Mommy won't be busy with work anymore. She'll spend every day with you."
"Just 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 deceased cannot be brought back to life. Please accept my condolences..."
Dr. Jiang attempted to comfort her.
But the young woman recoiled like a startled rabbit.
"No, my son isn't dead. Don't talk nonsense!"
"You won't take my son away from me. Get out, stay away from me!"
Just then, Yang Zhen walked over.
"Madam, your son is indeed not dead. I can make him wake up."
The young woman stared at Yang Zhen blankly. "You can really make him wake up?"
Yang Zhen extended his hand. "Are you willing to trust me? I can try!"
"I trust you. I'm willing to trust you. Quickly, please help me!"
The young woman released her grip and pushed the child towards Yang Zhen.
As the child was handed over, Dr. Jiang gave Yang Zhen a thumbs-up.
"Brother, your trick is brilliant. Leave the rest to me. You guys, comfort the deceased's family."
Hearing this, everyone finally understood.
It turned out this man had only intended to trick the child out of the young woman's arms.
It seemed like a foolish trick, but it had surprisingly worked.
Yang Zhen, of course, did not hand the child over to Dr. Jiang. His large hand moved over the child's body, pressing and stroking.
Dr. Jiang blinked in surprise. "What are you doing?"
Yang Zhen said calmly, "Didn't you hear me? I'm saving him!"
"What? Saving him?"
Dr. Jiang's voice rose an octave, filled with sudden anger.
"You're being reckless!"
"The child is dead, what are you still messing around for? This is disrespectful to the deceased!"
Yang Zhen replied without turning his head, "Who says the child is dead? He's not dead, he can still be saved!"
Yang Zhen's casual words completely enraged Dr. Jiang.
"You say he can be saved, so he can be saved? Are you a doctor or am I?"
"Who exactly are you? If you continue to cause trouble like this, I'll report you to the police!"
Just as Dr. Jiang was vehemently berating Yang Zhen, a dark shadow suddenly lunged forward.
By the time he realized what was happening, he saw that it was the young woman, charging at him.
He had no time to dodge. With a thud, he was knocked to the ground.
The young woman, shedding all pretense of grace, shielded Yang Zhen and the child like a mother beast.
"He's saving my son. I won't let you disturb him!"
Dr. Jiang, clutching his sore waist, looked at the young woman with an expression of utter disbelief.
The other medical personnel rushed to Dr. Jiang's side, scolding the young woman.
"Are you crazy? You'd rather believe a stranger than Dr. Jiang?"
"Let me tell you, Dr. Jiang is the best emergency doctor in Jiangzhou City. He's been practicing for twenty years and has saved at least eighty to a hundred people!"
"You're like a dog biting a kind hand, ungrateful!"
Dr. Jiang, rubbing his aching lower back, gritted his teeth and cursed.
"What a crazy woman!"
However, the moment he uttered the words 'crazy woman', everyone heard a cry.
They looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the little boy had woken up and was crying loudly in Yang Zhen's arms.
"This... the child is alive, alive?"
Dr. Jiang's face was filled with shock, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it, even if he were beaten to death!
He was absolutely certain the child had died. What method had that man used to bring him back from the dead?
He couldn't possibly comprehend it.
This was because Yang Zhen had used a technique far more advanced than the current civilization, a unique skill from the Heavenly Dao Sect.
Although he had only recently awakened, all his techniques were reset to zero.
However, saving a child who had just lost a heartbeat was not beyond his capabilities.
Seeing her son awake, the young woman rushed forward again as if driven mad.
She scooped the child into her arms, 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 a sense of security, and his cries gradually subsided.
He looked wronged and said in a childish voice, "Mommy, I want cola..."
...
After confirming that the child was out of danger, Yang Zhen quietly withdrew from the crowd and headed towards the elevator.
His purpose for coming here was to collect a debt.
Saving the child was merely a side action.