Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

In the early morning in Beijing, frost blanketed the earth, and a thin layer of snow covered the quiet streets. A military off-road vehicle broke through the morning mist and sped along, zipping across the empty road like a beast breaking free of its restraints and running at full speed, its momentum fierce.

Thick tires rolled over the remaining snow and thin ice on the road, splashing up fine snow dust. The rapidly spinning wheels left two thick, blinding white exhaust fumes as the vehicle roared forward. Several red lights flashed at intersections along the way, but the SUV did not slow down at all, speeding through three intersections in succession.

Upon seeing this, the traffic auxiliary police officer on duty at the intersection immediately stepped forward and gestured for the vehicle to pull over. However, when he saw the vehicle's unique license plate and glimpsed the permit stamped with a top-secret red seal in the hand of Director Wang in the passenger seat, all his actions froze instantly. The auxiliary police officer's expression hardened, and he immediately straightened up, gave a solemn salute, and quickly stepped aside to clear the entire lane, not daring to delay for even a moment, watching the vehicle speed away.

Inside the enclosed carriage, the warmth couldn't mask the intense anxiety and panic that filled the room. Director Wang's hands gripped the child's small hand tightly beside him; his palms were soaked with cold sweat, already dampening the child's sleeves. This usually gentle and kind elder, whose face always wore a warm smile, was now deathly pale, devoid of any color; his thin lips trembled slightly, and his entire body trembled uncontrollably.

"Huaimin, my good child, you must help me, please think of a way!"

Director Wang's voice was choked with barely suppressed sobs, her eyes red-rimmed, filled with fear and despair. She spoke rapidly, her voice trembling with emotion, as she slowly recounted the urgent situation: "Yesterday, during your casual chat while playing chess with the old leader, you casually offered a suggestion about a breakthrough in next-generation chip technology, which he has firmly remembered. Upon returning, he immediately convened an all-night special meeting, finalizing the plan and allocating resources to fully advance this top-secret research project crucial to the nation's technological rise."

"No one expected that the old leader, who had been working tirelessly through the night without sleep, would suddenly collapse and lose consciousness at his post at around 4 a.m.!"

At this point, Director Wang could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her face. She gripped Zhang Huaimin's small hand tightly, as if grasping at the only light in the darkness: "The entire team of top medical experts in the country rushed to the scene for emergency treatment, but the patient's condition continues to deteriorate rapidly, and the situation is extremely dangerous. I just received news that the hospital has issued three critical condition notices in succession; his life is in danger at any moment!"

"General Lin, who is in charge of military affairs, and his personal secretary, Brother Song, are extremely anxious. Everyone is at a loss and has no solution. They happened to hear that you, who are only five and a half years old, possess unparalleled ancient medical skills and can cure all kinds of difficult and critical illnesses in the world. They immediately arranged for me to come and pick you up overnight."

"My dear child, please don't blame Grandma for bothering you so early in the morning. Our old commander has dedicated his life to the country, working tirelessly and selflessly for decades. He is a core pillar supporting the nation's scientific and technological development and the stability of people's livelihoods. We absolutely cannot allow anything to happen to him!"

Faced with Director Wang's distraught and anxious state, five-and-a-half-year-old Zhang Huaimin remained unusually calm and composed, showing no trace of the panic or helplessness a child should have. He gently grasped Director Wang's cold, trembling hand, his small, delicate hand surprisingly firm, and gently patted the back of her hand to soothe her emotions.

The little guy had a fair and round face with chubby cheeks, clear and handsome features, and a pure and lively spirit. But in his dark and deep eyes, there was a composure and clarity far beyond his years, calm and undisturbed, with a calming power.

"Grandma Wang, don't be afraid, relax."

Zhang Huaimin's voice is clear and bright, and his soft, childlike voice carries an unwavering confidence that gives people a sense of security: "As long as a person still has a breath left and their life force has not been completely cut off, I am confident that I can pull them back from the brink of death."

These words, spoken by a five-year-old child, seemed incredibly arrogant and almost absurd to outsiders. A group of top doctors were helpless in this life-threatening situation, yet a mere child dared to offer treatment? But Director Wang, mired in despair, grasped at these words as if they were a lifeline, nodding vigorously, a faint glimmer of hope rekindling in his eyes.

The SUV traveled smoothly until it suddenly braked in front of the gate of a private sanatorium with extremely high security and a solemn, orderly perimeter. The fully armed guards standing at the gate stood tall and solemnly checked the exclusive identification and access documents before the heavy iron gate swung open with a bang.

The vehicle sped through the lush, ancient trees within the compound, along a smooth, tree-lined path, and finally stopped in front of a quiet and elegant detached building. This is the top-tier intensive care unit of a national-level exclusive sanatorium, dedicated to treating veteran leaders who have toiled their entire lives and made outstanding contributions. It boasts top-notch medical resources and extremely tight security.

The atmosphere inside and outside the building was extremely oppressive, as if even the air itself had frozen, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts. More than a dozen black official cars were neatly parked along the roadside, each representing high-ranking officials and highlighting the importance of the matter.

The ward corridor was densely packed with high-ranking officials and their relatives, their expressions grave and brows furrowed. Everyone was silent, no one spoke, and their faces were etched with deep anxiety and sorrow; an atmosphere of lingering despair permeated the air.

General Lin Zhentian, clad in a heavy military overcoat, had lost all his imposing aura, leaving only a heart full of anxiety. Like a trapped beast, he paced back and forth in the corridor, his eyes, bloodshot from a sleepless night, red and weary, filled with panic. His secretary, Song, had long lost her usual competence and composure, leaning against the wall, silently wiping away tears, her heart filled with helplessness and sorrow.

Pushing open the heavy, soundproof hospital room door, a strong smell of disinfectant mixed with precious Chinese herbs wafted out, filling the entire room. On the hospital bed, the old leader, who had devoted half his life to the country, lay quietly, his eyes closed, his face deathly pale and lifeless, his lips a dark bluish-purple, his life force almost completely extinguished.

His body was covered with a complex network of sophisticated medical tubing, and various monitoring and emergency equipment were maintaining his vital signs in every way. On the screen of the old-fashioned imported electrocardiogram monitor next to him, the flickering waveform lines were extremely faint, with fluctuations that were almost negligible, and there was always the possibility that they would flatten out completely at any moment, declaring the end of his life.

Six elderly men in white robes with gray hair and beards stood around the hospital bed. Any one of them would be a renowned figure in the fields of traditional Chinese and Western medicine, a core member of the national-level recuperation and healthcare team, representing the pinnacle of the industry.

At this moment, Mr. Li, the chief expert of the health care team, who was over seventy years old, slowly withdrew the three fingers that had been resting on the old leader's wrist to take his pulse. His aged hand trembled slightly, and he wearily took off his reading glasses from the bridge of his nose, letting out a long and heavy sigh into the air.

The sigh was soft yet heavy, echoing slowly in the deathly silent ward, like the tolling of a death knell, causing everyone present to sink to the bottom of despair.

"Old Li, what's the situation? Is there any hope of recovery?" The old leader's wife, with her full head of silver hair and gentle demeanor, had lost all composure. Her voice trembled as she quickly stepped forward, tears welling in her eyes, asking with her last glimmer of hope.

Old Li slowly shook his head, his aged face filled with utter helplessness and sorrow, his voice hoarse and low: "Madam... forgive my incompetence, we have all tried our best, but ultimately we are powerless to reverse the situation."

"The old leader has worked tirelessly day and night for many years, which has led to his illness and depletion of his vital energy. Last night, he worked through the night again, completely exhausting his strength and causing a sudden acute heart failure, which in turn led to the failure of multiple organs. Now, his internal organs are withering away, and he is like a candle in the wind, on the verge of death."

He sighed softly, unable to bear the sight of the old woman's despair: "Right now, we can only rely on potent medications and medical equipment to keep her alive and maintain her vital signs. In this desperate situation, there is no cure. Even a celestial being descending to earth could not reverse her life. You and your family... should prepare for your funeral as soon as possible."

boom!

The verdict struck like a bolt from the blue, shattering everyone's last hopes. The old chief's wife's legs suddenly gave way, and she nearly fainted. Fortunately, her guards reacted quickly and steadied her. All the high-ranking officials in the corridor had red eyes, filled with grief, and the same thought echoed in their minds: Was this pillar of the nation, who had dedicated his life to the country, about to perish today?

In this moment of utter despair and utter stillness!

boom!

The heavy, soundproof door to the intensive care unit was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

"Who gave you permission to declare ourselves in a hopeless situation and start preparing for the worst?!"

A clear, childlike voice, yet tinged with fierce anger, suddenly rang out, piercing the deathly silence of the room and reaching everyone's ears clearly.

Everyone turned in surprise, their eyes all focused on the doorway. There stood Director Wang, sweating profusely and slightly out of breath, and beside her stood a five-year-old boy in a blue padded jacket, his features delicate and pretty. His round, innocent face and bright, lively eyes were none other than Zhang Huaimin!

The group of senior experts in the ward were taken aback at first, then frowned and looked furious.

"Nonsense! This is utterly outrageous!" Old Li's beard trembled with anger as he sternly rebuked, "Director Wang! This is a top-level critical care facility, where no child's behavior is tolerated! How could you bring a mere child in here? This life-saving place is not a place for a child to cause trouble and play!"

A renowned Western medicine doctor standing nearby, his face also showing displeasure, quickly chimed in, "That's right! The commander is currently in critical condition, his bodily functions are completely failing, and any bacteria brought in by outsiders could trigger a severe infection and accelerate the deterioration of his condition! Guards, take this child out immediately!"

In the eyes of a group of authoritative doctors, bringing a five-year-old child into a life-threatening emergency was not only a trampling on medical order but also a great disrespect to a critically ill leader. Director Wang was sternly reprimanded by the group, his face turning pale instantly. He hurriedly tried to explain that this was a young, miraculous doctor specially invited by General Lin.

Before she could finish speaking, Zhang Huaimin had already gently broken free of her hand. He completely ignored the angry rebukes and obstructions of the group of senior experts, and didn't even look up at them. With his short legs, he calmly walked through the crowd and went straight to the bedside.

"Child, don't move! You must not touch the leader!" Old Li was very anxious when he saw this and reached out to stop him.

But Zhang Huaimin's movements were as fast as lightning, giving no one a chance to react. He slightly tiptoed, stretched out his two fair, chubby little hands, and without any unnecessary movements, cleanly, neatly, and with extreme precision placed three slender fingers on the old leader's withered, cold, and almost imperceptible wrist pulse!

The moment his fingertips touched the pulse, a brilliant and tangible light of unparalleled medical skill suddenly flashed deep within Zhang Huaimin's originally innocent eyes, revealing all the ailments!