n are generally enamored with won like Ji Lanyi, fierce and brightly charming, while traditional Huaxia won like Aunt Die are always just another option for them.
Unfortunately, Uncle Qin was a devoted man, loving once and for all ti, Aunt Die couldn’t even be considered as a spare tire.
The room was tidy, with a pale blue bedspread with a small floral print that felt warm and clean. In front of the bright bay window, a purple wind chi hung, tinkling delicately in the breeze, sounding as enchanting as music from heaven.
Yun Ya collapsed on the bed all at once and closed her eyes, sleeping soundly into oblivion.
By the ti she woke up again, it was already the next morning, roused by the chirping of birds outside the window. She opened her eyes and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside, 6:30 AM.
Even though jet lag was uncomfortable, her biological clock still had her waking up on ti.
After getting up and washing her face, Yun Ya changed into a set of workout clothes, tied her long hair into a ponytail, and prepared to go running. Just as she opened the door, the door across from her also happened to open, revealing Qin Zhuan dressed in a gray tracksuit. Seeing Yun Ya, he clearly paused.
"Morning," Qin Zhuan greeted with a smile.
"Morning," Yun Ya nodded back at him, and just then Ji Die peeked out from the kitchen and said with a smile, "You can have breakfast when you co back from your run."
Yun Ya nodded, and she and Qin Zhuan left the house one after the other.
The morning air was very fresh. Yun Ya ran around the park outside the community, and Qin Zhuan followed at an unhurried pace. The two chatted intermittently. Yun Ya watched the passers-by along the way, busy office workers, elderly n buying groceries, students with backpacks heading to school. At the mont the first rays of dawn touched the earth, everything ca alive and brightened.
Yun Ya enjoyed this feeling, the sense of life everywhere, and despite the hustle and bustle, her heart was strangely calm.
After completing the run, they were preparing to head back when a crowd had ford ahead, bustling with loud chatter.
Yun Ya stepped forward to see what was happening.
Standing on the outskirts of the crowd, she took advantage of her height to take everything in at a glance.
It turned out an old man exercising in the morning had suddenly collapsed, unconscious. The onlookers were either taking photos to post on social dia or quietly gossiping, yet no one stepped forward to help or call an ambulance.
The apathy of human nature was evident.
Sensing the urgency, Qin Du subconsciously reached for his phone, "I’ll call for ergency help."
No sooner had he spoken than Yun Ya, standing beside him, pushed through the crowd and went in.
Qin Du was taken aback but quickly followed.
The onlookers, seeing a beautiful girl approach and kneel down to check the old man’s pulse, furrowed her brows, looking quite professional, even though she appeared far too young. Had she even graduated from high school?
So the crowd began to mock, "Young lady, you’ll be late for school; this is not the place to show off."
Exactly, these days students aren’t focused on studying but are eager to show off. They don’t consider the seriousness of the situation, is this the place for her to play the hero?"
So slightly more compassionate people warned, "Little girl, you’re still young and unaware of the dangers of the world. There are many elders who make a living by scamming people, especially targeting students. The best-case scenario, you lose so money; worst case, it can ruin your whole family."
"Yes, yes, just the other day I saw on the news..."
"It’s not that the elderly have turned bad, but that bad people have grown old..."
The chatter rose and fell, but Yun Ya remained undisturbed, checking the old man’s pulse before flipping his eyelids, diagnosing him with an acute cerebral infarction, a situation with no ti to waste.
She whispered to Qin Du behind her, "Have the nearest ambulance co as quickly as possible; I’ll try to win so ti for ergency treatnt." As she spoke, the old man intermittently vomited, his complexion pale and seemingly in extre pain.
The onlookers fell silent at the sight.
Yun Ya didn’t mind them and gently tilted the old man’s head to the side to keep the airway clear, avoiding the risk of choking from the vomit. But, the old man’s condition obviously deteriorated, vomit increasing from his mouth, his breath growing heavy, and his face rapidly turning red.
It was clear that the vomit was blocking his airway, and if it wasn’t cleared soon, his life would be at risk. Without hesitation, Yun Ya pinched open the old man’s mouth with two fingers, her delicate and slender hand reached inside—it was a hand that seed more suited to playing beautiful piano lodies than to these circumstances.
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