After being separated from my family, I became a darling of the military region thanks to my medical

The thunderous applause and cheers almost lifted the roof off the movie theater.

The young mother held her son, who was crying loudly after surviving the ordeal, her face streaked with tears. She looked at Ye Zhen, her legs went weak, and she was about to kneel down with a "plop".

"Woman Bodhisattva! You are our family's greatest benefactor!"

Ye Zhen took half a step back and, before her knees touched the ground, reached out and steadily supported her arm.

Her fingers were icy cold, yet her movements carried an undeniable force.

"stand up."

Ye Zhen's voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to have some kind of magic, causing the mother to subconsciously stop crying and kneeling, and raise her head in a daze.

Ye Zhen didn't look at her; her gaze was fixed on the wet, rolled-on fruit candy on the ground.

Heimlich maneuver.

In her original world, this was common sense that even elementary school students had to master. But here, it was like a miracle. Zhao Tiancheng's subconscious action of trying to dig with his fingers was the instinct of most people in this era—a fatal kind of ignorance.

She wasn't saving a child; she was fighting against the ignorance of an entire era.

"You're welcome." Ye Zhen's gaze shifted from the ground back to the mother's still-shaken face. Her tone was flat, yet it clearly pierced everyone's ears. "You should remember the method I just used."

The surrounding noise instantly subsided, and everyone perked up their ears.

"Listen carefully," Ye Zhen's eyes sharpened, locking onto the other person's eyes with the precision of a scalpel. "Any nut, candy, or jelly stuck in their throat can be treated this way. Have the injured person lean forward, and hug them from behind. Make a fist with one hand and use the knuckle of your thumb to press on the area above their navel and below their chest."

As she spoke, she gestured with her hands, her movements as precise as textbook illustrations.

"Use your other hand to cup your fist. Then, quickly and forcefully thrust inward and upward! Continue until the foreign object is expelled! This method works for both adults and children."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the faces around her, some surprised, some suddenly realizing.

"Learn it, and teach it to your family and neighbors. It can save lives in a pinch."

These few words contained not a trace of self-praise, nor were they a gentle explanation of science. They were more like a command, an order from an absolute authority, carrying unquestionable weight, and firmly imprinted in everyone's mind.

The crowd fell completely silent.

If they were just cheering for a wonderful "hero saves the damsel in distress" moment, now they are being awestruck by something much grander.

This young female doctor did more than just offer a one-time act of kindness; she ignited a spark that could start a prairie fire.

"Amazing...this girl's magnanimity..." An old man in the crowd murmured to himself, his eyes overflowing with admiration.

Completely forgotten in the corner, Zhao Tiancheng felt all the blood rush to his face, only to have it all drain away in an instant. He stared intently at Ye Zhen, who was surrounded by the awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd, his mind buzzing.

He was a doctor, the youngest attending surgeon at the People's Hospital. But just now, on the verge of life and death, he was publicly berated as a "fool" by a woman, a woman he despised as a "country bumpkin."

He was powerless to refute it.

Because she created a miracle of life using methods he had never heard of before, and he almost became an accomplice. This double crushing on him, both professionally and personally, was more humiliating and painful than any slap in the face.

Lin Wan clenched her fists tightly, her long nails digging deep into her palms, bringing a sharp pain. She hated Ye Zhen's demeanor the most—always so calm, always seeming to care about nothing, yet always able to easily steal all the spotlight. She had originally intended to make Ye Zhen lose face in front of Zhao Tiancheng, but it ended up becoming Ye Zhen's stage for stardom, while she and Zhao Tiancheng became the most ridiculous and despicable backdrop.

Just then, a middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses squeezed through the crowd, panting. He was clutching a notebook and a pen tightly in his hands, and his press pass on his chest was swaying with his movements—"Military Region Daily," Wang Jianguo.

He had clearly witnessed the whole thing, and was now flushed with excitement. His professional instincts told him that he had stumbled upon a huge news story!

"Comrade! Comrade!" He squeezed in front of Ye Zhen, his voice trembling slightly with excitement. "I'm Wang Jianguo, a reporter from the Military Region Daily! What... what kind of first aid did you just do? It was amazing! May I ask your name and which unit you're from? I'd like to write a report about you so that people all over the country can learn this life-saving method!"

It'll be in the newspaper! The Military Region Daily, no less!

This is an honor that ordinary people wouldn't even dare to dream of! All eyes were on Ye Zhen, anticipating her reaction.

Ye Zhen merely glanced at him indifferently, her voice devoid of any emotion.

"My name can't save anyone."

One sentence left the extremely excited Wang Jianguo stunned on the spot.

Ye Zhen's gaze passed over him and returned to the crowd. Her voice was soft, but each word was clear: "This method works. If you're going to report on it, report on this method, clearly explaining the principles, steps, and precautions. Don't write about me."

She doesn't seek empty fame, only practical results.

Wang Jianguo was completely stunned. In all his years as a reporter, he had seen too many people humbly decline after doing good deeds, but he had never seen anyone like Ye Zhen, who calmly and almost coldly pushed away such great honors and only emphasized the "method" itself.

What a magnanimous and visionary attitude this is!

The surrounding crowd was once again shocked, and their gazes toward Ye Zhen were filled with awe, but also with heartfelt admiration.

Under such a powerful aura, Zhao Tiancheng and Lin Wan felt utterly ashamed, even finding it difficult to breathe, and just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Just then, a deep, steady male voice rang out.

Gu Zheng had somehow appeared behind Ye Zhen, his tall figure completely enveloping her in his protective aura. He looked at the astonished reporter, his deep voice carrying an undeniable weight.

"Her name is Ye Zhen."

Wang Jianguo shuddered and immediately bent down to write in his notebook.

But a hand pressed down on his notebook.

Gu Zheng's hand.

Wang Jianguo looked up in confusion and met Gu Zheng's deep, night-sky-like eyes.

"The new surgeon at the General Hospital of the Military Region." Gu Zheng spoke each word clearly, his voice steady yet carrying immense weight.

Wang Jianguo's heart skipped a beat. The General Hospital of the Military Region? That was the highest hall of medical care in the military region!

Gu Zheng's gaze was fixed on him as he continued, "Reporter Wang, what you're about to write isn't a story about a good deed on the street."

He paused for a moment, each word like a nail, deeply driven into Wang Jianguo's heart.

"What you are going to write about is how a pioneer of an era used knowledge that was ahead of its time to ignite the first spark today, here and now."

The Trail Blazers! The First Flame!

These words instantly ignited Wang Jianguo's passion! He was an ambitious journalist, and he understood! The man before him was setting an unprecedented tone for this report with his vision!

He knew he had caught the beginning of a huge news story that could change many things.

He suddenly looked up, but Ye Zhen had already turned around.

Under everyone's gaze, Gu Zheng grabbed her wrist again with irresistible force, pulling her through the automatically parting crowd and striding toward the Jeep by the roadside.

Wang Jianguo gripped the pen tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. He watched the two figures disappear into the distance, only one thought screaming wildly in his mind.

He wanted to report back to the organization immediately! The title of this report is not just as simple as "street miracle doctor".

What he is writing is the prologue to a legend!