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Lin Wanjun took one look and immediately recognized that the man was likely suffering from a heart attack.
Such an episode struck fast and hard, with an extremely high fatality rate. Without timely intervention, it could claim a life in barely more than ten minutes—sometimes in just a few.
“Out of the way!”
The instinct of a physician to save lives made it impossible for her to stand by and watch a living, breathing person die right before her eyes.
Lin Wanjun kicked Song Zhanjin out of the way, sprinting forward while, in the same instant, retrieving a bottle of quick-acting heart-relief pills from her spatial ring.
Song Zhanjin hurried after her.
“Make way! Don’t crowd around! Open the windows—keep the air flowing!”
At her shout, Song Zhanjin quickly unlatched the nearest window, dispersing the onlookers, and helped Lin Wanjun lay the elderly man flat.
“Open your mouth! Keep the pill under your tongue—don’t chew, don’t swallow, just hold it there!”
She slipped the tablet into the man’s mouth, her hands steady as she asked his family about his condition.
“His heart’s always been weak. He has coronary heart disease and high blood pressure, and recently he’s been having angina…”
The old man’s wife was weeping continuously, murmuring through her sobs, “He can’t die… I’ve already lost my child, I can’t lose my husband too. Please, I beg you, save him!”
Lin Wanjun had no time to comfort the family.
“Song Zhanjin, go find the conductor—ask where the next station is and whether they have the facilities to treat a heart attack.”
Song Zhanjin nodded and turned to search for the conductor.
After taking the quick-acting heart-relief pill, the elderly man’s condition eased slightly. Ignoring Lin Wanjun’s attempts to keep him still, he sat up, insisting on giving his wife some final instructions.
“These are classified documents—you must keep them safe. No one, including you, is to open or read them without authorization. If I die, you must deliver them to the organization on my behalf!”
“And the Party dues from last year—I haven’t paid them yet. Remember to settle them for me.”
…
Lin Wanjun frowned at the scene, anxiety gnawing at her.
He was already speaking as if making his last will—this was a terrible sign. In situations like this, a patient’s willpower was crucial.
Sure enough, the very thing she feared came to pass. As he removed his watch to hand to his wife, his body suddenly went rigid, and the next moment he collapsed heavily to the floor.
Lin Wanjun bent over him, calling his name loudly for several seconds before checking his carotid pulse. Her brows drew together in a tight knot—
not good, cardiac arrest!
“Move! Everyone, move aside!”
Laying the elderly man flat on the floor again, Lin Wanjun knelt down and began performing CPR.
One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes…
After five minutes of continuous compressions, her strength was nearly spent. Her arms trembled, her breath came in ragged gasps—but she dared not stop.
If she stopped now, the old man would lose his last chance of survival.
Just then, someone knelt beside her and took over the task.
“Rest a bit—I’ll do it!”
Seeing that the person’s CPR technique was precise and by the book, Lin Wanjun finally let out a small breath of relief.
Still, she didn’t let her guard down, keeping constant watch on the man’s vital signs.
Ten minutes passed. The elderly man still hadn’t regained consciousness, and murmurs of regret rippled through the onlookers.
“It’s over, it’s over. He’s not going to make it!”
“Forget it, forget it. Stop pressing—don’t make him suffer anymore. Let him go in peace!”
…
“If only we had a shot of adrenaline,” Lin Wanjun murmured, “there might still be hope.”
The man performing CPR spoke in a low voice, tinged with regret and helplessness.
“Adrenaline?”
Lin Wanjun’s eyes lit up. She suddenly stood and said, “I have some—hold on a little longer!”
With so many people watching, she excused herself under the pretense of retrieving medicine from her luggage. Slipping into the restroom, she locked the door and drew an ampoule of adrenaline and a syringe from her spatial storage…
After administering the injection, she returned to assist with CPR—and then, against all odds, a miracle happened.
After twenty grueling minutes of resuscitation, the elderly man clawed his way back from the brink. His eyelids fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.
The crowd broke into spontaneous applause and cheers, and someone even shouted that Lin Wanjun was “a modern-day Hua Tuo.”
The old man’s wife, overwhelmed with joy and relief at seeing her husband pulled back from death, wept and laughed all at once before suddenly dropping to her knees before Lin Wanjun, knocking her forehead heavily against the floor.
“Thank you! Thank you for saving my husband!”
Lin Wanjun could hardly accept such a gesture. Despite the exhaustion and ache in every muscle, she hurried to help the woman back to her feet and handed her a bottle of fast-acting heart pills.
Before long, the train pulled into a station. Fortunately, this stop was in the provincial capital, where decent medical facilities were available.
She watched as the elderly couple were handed over to station staff and rushed to the hospital. Only then did Lin Wanjun finally have a moment to greet the “comrade-in-arms” who had fought beside her to save the man’s life.
“Hello, I’m Lin Wanjun. Thank you for just now…”
But halfway through her words, she looked up—and froze. The sight of the man’s face made her eyes widen in shock. For a long moment, she stood stunned, and then her eyes began to glisten with the threat of tears.
“Hello, my name is Shi Kai. I’m a doctor.”
The man had a gentle, scholarly air about him, looking to be in his early thirties. His voice was deep and magnetic, and the hand he extended was long-fingered and steady, with nails trimmed to neat perfection.
“Shi Kai? Your name is also Shi Kai?”
Lin Wanjun’s voice caught in her throat, the words choked with emotion.
Ever since she had been thrown into this world, she thought she had already adapted to her new surroundings, thought she had slowly let go of the people and events from the real world.
Yet at this very moment—seeing that familiar face, hearing that familiar name—her heart surged with a tidal wave that refused to calm.
Shi Kai had been her doctoral supervisor in the real world—both mentor and father figure, the towering tree she trusted and depended upon most.
It was Professor Shi who had encouraged her to break free from the suffocating control of her birth family and live a life of her own.
It was Professor Shi who had rushed back and forth to care for her when she underwent an appendectomy with no family present, tending to her as if she were his own daughter.
It was Professor Shi who had stood up for her during her thesis defense, cutting down every sharp and nitpicking question to protect his student.
…
It was as if a lone traveler in a foreign land, long adrift and without support, had suddenly caught sight of a dearly missed relative. In that instant, Lin Wanjun could hardly contain the rush of emotion in her chest.
With tears shimmering in her eyes, she stepped forward and choked out, “Professor Shi…”
Shi Kai, in turn, felt a deep admiration for the young woman standing before him—so composed, so capable.
Just moments ago, she had faced a crisis with unflinching calm and decisive action, embodying the very essence of a healer’s benevolence. Even he, a medical doctor trained overseas, found himself humbled.
Thinking back to the life they had just fought to save side by side, Shi Kai’s own emotions stirred. He opened his arms and drew Lin Wanjun into a firm embrace.
“You were incredible!” he said warmly.
Off to the side, Song Zhanjin’s chest was already brimming with pride and admiration for Lin Wanjun. The thunderous applause and cheers that had filled the train car after she brought the old man back to life had made him, as her husband, feel all the more honored.
But now, seeing Lin Wanjun in another man’s arms, Song Zhanjin felt as if someone were forcefully pouring vinegar down his throat—every inch of him, inside and out, was steeped in jealousy.
“What do you think you’re doing? Why are you hugging my wife?”
Like a wronged husband, he stepped forward, pulled Lin Wanjun out of Shi Kai’s embrace, and held her tightly against himself.
Shi Kai hurried to apologize.
“I’ve been abroad for a long time. I’m used to greeting friends with a hug. I just got a little carried away…”
By now, Lin Wanjun had regained her composure. Especially after hearing that Shi Kai had just returned from overseas, she knew this was not the Professor Shi she had so deeply respected in her former life.
“Hello, I’m Lin Wanjun.”
She smiled, extended her hand for a shake, and they exchanged brief introductions before returning to their seats.
Song Mingcheng and Li Yuetang looked at their daughter-in-law with eyes full of joy and admiration, as if welcoming home a victorious general. Their faces were radiant with pride.
Li Yuetang, curious, asked, “Jun-jun, I never heard you studied medicine. Didn’t you leave school before finishing middle school? How do you know how to treat and save people?”