Siheyuan: Reborn Silly Pillar, Taking Control of the Entire Courtyard

The cart wheels rolled over the bluestone pavement, making a "clattering" sound that was particularly jarring in the deathly quiet morning in Beiping.

As we turned the corner of the coal ash alley, the wind suddenly picked up, whipping up the remaining snow on the ground like countless invisible hands tearing everything apart.

He Yuzhu sat in the truck bed, seemingly resting with his eyes closed, but his consciousness sank into the system space in his mind.

It was a huge, gray, cubic space, about a thousand cubic meters.

At this moment, in the corner lay the rickshaws and several corpses that he had just "disposed of," with the blood-stained Type 38 rifle lying horizontally beside them, blood still slowly dripping from the bayonet.

At the other end of the space, nine white steamed buns and a silver dollar lay forlornly, looking out of place.

He had to stay calm and carefully plan each step forward.

Sudden--

"Click, click, click."

A series of rhythmic, heavy, powerful thuds of leather boots pounding in the snow came from the alleyway ahead.

The voice carried the arrogance and oppression characteristic of an aggressor, striking He Yuzhu's heart like a heavy hammer.

He Yuzhu suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils contracting sharply.

"Stop the car! Stop the car now!"

He gave a low shout.

However, it was too late.

Three figures dressed in khaki military uniforms blocked the middle of the road like ghosts.

The bayonets on their Type 38 rifles gleamed with a chilling light, their pale white gleaming eerily in the snowy night.

The leader was a short, stocky corporal with bow legs and a scar on his face.

He squinted and snapped in broken Chinese, "Pass! Yours, hand it over!"

He Yuzhu's heart tightened, and he quietly reached for his waist—it was empty.

What kind of pass does he have?

Just as he was pondering a solution.

The coachman in front of him suddenly trembled, as if he had grasped a lifeline.

She suddenly pointed at He Yuzhu, her voice becoming shrill and grating with fear and flattery.

"Sir! Sir, spare me! This kid... this kid has steamed buns in his arms! He forced me to pull the cart!"

His cuffs were still covered in flour from when he was grabbing the steamed buns; they were white and stood out starkly in the dim light.

He Yuzhu's pupils dilated instantly, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

Damn traitor!

This is what they mean by "people die for wealth, birds die for food!"

The sergeant's eyes lit up instantly, a greedy glint like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey.

In those famine-stricken times, flour was more valuable than gold and more precious than life itself.

He grinned maliciously, picked up his bayonet, and lifted the carriage curtain. His fleshy face came close, almost touching He Yuzhu's nose.

"Yoshi... white flour, get to work!"

In a flash, He Yuzhu's body reacted instinctively.

Although he only has the body of a ten-year-old, the muscle memory of a master-level Bajiquan has already been etched into his bones.

Without the slightest hesitation, he twisted his waist and lowered his hips, his right elbow like an iron rod, whistling through the air, slamming forward fiercely—

"Hit the heart!"

"Bang!"

A dull thud slammed into the corporal's chest.

"Snap!"

The clear sound of bones cracking was accompanied by the corporal's agonizing scream.

His sturdy body flew backward like a tattered sack, crashing heavily into the snow and kicking up a cloud of snow.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, clearly indicating he was not going to survive.

He Yuzhu did not pause at all.

He reached out swiftly and snatched the Type 38 rifle from a Japanese soldier next to him.

The gun was cold and heavy, carrying the smell of rust and blood, yet holding it in his hand gave him a sense of security.

"Baka!"

The remaining two Japanese soldiers, seeing this, were terrified and hurriedly pulled the bolts of their rifles, intending to fire.

He Yuzhu's eyes sharpened, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

The Six Harmonies Spear Technique, starting stance – Azure Dragon Emerging from the Water!

With a flick of the spear tip, it transformed into a streak of cold light, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, so fast that its trajectory was impossible to discern.

"puff!"

The tip of the gun precisely shattered the Adam's apple of a Japanese soldier.

The soldier made a hissing sound as he gasped for air, clutched his neck with both hands, stared wide-eyed, and fell backward, blood gushing from between his fingers.

He Yuzhu flipped his wrist, using the opponent's force against them, and unleashed a counterattack!

The bayonet whistled through the air and plunged into the back of another Japanese soldier, emerging from his chest.

The blood-stained blade trembled in the snowy light, reflecting the incredulous look in the Japanese soldiers' eyes.

His body stiffened, he looked down at the iron spike in his chest, dark red blood foam gushed from his mouth, and he slumped to his knees in the snow.

It took no more than five seconds.

Three lives lost in an instant.

The driver was completely dumbfounded, standing there with his mouth agape, as if he had seen a ghost.

Two seconds later, he realized what was happening, screamed, and turned to run deeper into the alley.

"Trying to run away?"

He Yuzhu flipped his wrist.

The blood-stained bayonet flew out of his hand, whistling through the air, and pierced the coachman's back with a "thud".

The man staggered forward two steps and fell to the ground in the snow, his fingers digging desperately into the slush.

It twitched a few times, then became completely still.

On the snow, five corpses lay dead, blood gushing out, staining the white snow red, blooming into shocking blood lotuses.

He Yuzhu pressed his hand to his wildly pounding heart, gasping for breath. The cold wind rushed into his lungs, stinging with cold, but he felt as if the blood in his body was boiling.

He walked up to each corpse, squatted down, and began to feel around with practiced ease.

He pulled out a few bullets, two hard, rock-hard compressed biscuits, and a crumpled pass from the Japanese soldier.

In the driver's arms, the white steamed bun had been flattened and was covered with dark red bloodstains.

He Yuzhu looked at the steamed bun with a complicated expression, and finally closed his eyes.

With a thought, he waved his hand.

The rickshaw, the corpse, the gun, and even the bloodstains on the ground all disappeared and were stored in his system space.

This was a clever use he had accidentally discovered while fleeing for his life; the space could not only hold inanimate objects, but also perfectly isolate all traces.

Only a few pools of crimson blood remained on the ground, slowly congealing.

He Yuzhu looked around. The alley was quiet, and no one seemed to have noticed what had happened.

Without lingering, he took off running towards Dongtangzi Hutong.

No. 37 Dongtangzi Hutong.

A dilapidated wooden sign creaked in the cold wind, bearing the four characters "Jisheng Clinic." The paint had long since peeled off, leaving only a blurry outline, exuding a sense of decay and desolation.

He Yuzhu rushed to the door, panting, and without even knocking, began to pound on the door with his fists.

"Dr. Lin! Dr. Lin Wanqiu! Help! Open the door!"

A rustling sound came from inside the house, as if someone was moving around.

A moment later, the door opened a crack, revealing half of a thin but handsome face.

She was a woman in her thirties.

He had short, ear-length hair and a pale face, clearly suffering from long-term malnutrition, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, revealing an intelligence and vigilance.

She looked the boy, who was covered in snow and panting heavily, up and down outside the door.

"Whose child is this? With so much snow, what are they doing here?"

Lin Wanqiu's voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of doubt.

"Do you know where this is?"

Then she shook her head self-deprecatingly. What does a child know?

They must be desperate and trying anything, rushing into any clinic they see.

"Take your time, don't rush. Who's sick? Where does it hurt?"

She opened the door and let He Yuzhu into the yard.

"My mother! My mother is having a difficult childbirth!"

He Yuzhu fell to his knees with a thud, his forehead hitting the cold blue bricks with a dull thud.

"Dr. Lin, please! Save my mother!"

Lin Wanqiu's expression changed drastically. In this era, a difficult childbirth was like walking through the gates of hell.

"Where are you? What's your exact address?"

Without further hesitation, she turned and walked into the inner room.

"No. 95 Nanluoguxiang, a large courtyard house."

He Yuzhu quickly replied.

"It's alright, not too far. If you run fast, it should take about half an hour to get there."

As Lin Wanqiu spoke, she pulled out an old leather suitcase from the inner room and began to quickly pack up the medical equipment.

"How long has the labor pains lasted? Is this your first or second pregnancy? Is there any spotting?"

After asking her the question, she found it funny. How could a child understand such things?

"It's been about half an hour. It's my second pregnancy. I was already bleeding when I came out, and..."

He Yuzhu paused, remembering the system's notification.

"Moreover, the baby is breech, and the situation is very critical."

Lin Wanqiu paused, then turned back to look at He Yuzhu in surprise.

This child...

The answers were clear and logical, and the child even knew professional terms like "malposition of the fetus".

How do you know the baby is breech?

She couldn't help but ask.

"I...I heard it from the midwife," He Yuzhu said vaguely.

Lin Wanqiu didn't think much of it, picked up her suitcase, and said, "There's no time to ask questions. Come on, lead the way!"

Before she could finish speaking, she saw the child dart out the door like a gust of wind.

Lin Wanqiu followed them out and was stunned.

There was a rickshaw parked at the entrance, the snow on the seat had been swept clean, and the canopy on the roof was already open.

He Yuzhu was standing next to the car. Although he was still breathing slightly and his hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, his eyes were unusually firm.

"Dr. Lin, please get in the car."

"you……"

Lin Wanqiu looked at the rickshaw, then at the thin He Yuzhu, her face full of disbelief.

"Where did this vehicle come from? Can you pull it?"

"Borrowed."

He Yuzhu avoided the main point, staring intently at her.

"I can pull it! Dr. Lin, time is of the essence, my mother is still waiting for us!"

Lin Wanqiu felt a slight tremor in her heart when she saw the anxiety and determination in his eyes.

She didn't ask any more questions, picked up her suitcase, and got into the car.

"Hold on tight!"

He Yuzhu took a deep breath, gripped the handlebars with both hands, and moved with perfect harmony between his waist and the horse.

Although his body is only ten years old, with the help of enhancement potions and max-level martial arts, his strength has already surpassed that of ordinary people.

The car started moving.

On the snow-covered long street, rickshaws sped by at an astonishing speed.

As Lin Wanqiu sat in the carriage, she felt the scenery rushing past her on both sides, even faster and more steadily than the adult drivers usually pulled.

What alarmed her even more was the child's absolutely brilliant choice of route.

He deliberately chose to go through secluded alleys and lanes, winding his way around, and somehow managed to perfectly avoid all the Japanese soldiers' patrol routes and checkpoints.

He knew the terrain of Beiping City like the back of his hand.

Nanluoguxiang, a traditional courtyard house.

Inside the main room, there was a strong smell of blood and herbs.

He Chenshi's screams had become hoarse, like a broken bellows being pulled with difficulty.

One sound after another, making everyone in the room tense and gripping their hearts.

Yi Li paced back and forth in the room, wringing her hands, so anxious that tears were about to come out.

"What should we do? The Qing army hasn't returned yet, and this midwife is no good either. What should we do?"

Several neighboring women who were trying to help were also at a loss and could only sigh repeatedly.

Beside the bed, the gaunt old woman, Wang, was covered in sweat and her hands were covered in blood.

He finally straightened up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

"It's no good, the baby is breech, transverse lie."

She shook her head, her voice heavy as if a large stone was pressing down on it.

"This is a very difficult birth. Given the current situation, we can only save one. Do you want to save the mother or the child?"

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Even He Chenshi's screams seemed to pause for a moment, leaving only her heavy and labored breathing.

"Old Wang, please think of another way! Daqing's wife is still young, and Zhuzi is still small. They can't be without their mother!" Yi Li cried out.

"I've tried every possible solution."

Granny Wang looked helpless.

"It seems like God is taking one away. Where's her husband? This is a big decision, and the man has to make it!"

"I was called away early this morning by people from Fengzeyuan Restaurant. They said there was a big banquet for the Japanese, and I couldn't get in touch with them at all!"

Yi Li was so anxious that she kept stamping her feet.

"I can't wait any longer." Granny Wang glanced at He Chenshi, who was barely breathing on the bed.

"Given her condition, she can only hold on for another half an hour at most. If no decision is made, she may end up losing both her life and her baby."

On the bed, He Chenshi seemed to have heard their conversation. She opened her eyes with difficulty, looked at Yi Lishi who was guarding the bedside, her lips trembling, and used the last bit of strength to squeeze out three words.

"Save...save the baby..."

"Girl! What nonsense are you talking about!" Yi

Li's tears immediately streamed down her face.

"You have a pillar, this pregnancy... ugh!"

I can't continue speaking.

Advising someone to abandon their child?

That was flesh that had fallen from my body.

To persuade someone to sacrifice themselves?

That was a living, breathing human life.

At this time.

Jia Zhangshi, who had been squatting by the stove boiling water, suddenly spat.

She said sarcastically, "If you ask me, we should save the mother! This wretched child hasn't even been born yet, and he's already tormented his mother half to death. If he really comes out, who knows what kind of troublesome devil he'll be! What a tragedy!"

"Zhang Ruhua!"

A furious shout came from the doorway.

The deaf old lady, leaning on a cane, walked in with the help of Xu Zhaoshi.

The old woman's face was full of anger, and she slammed her cane heavily on the ground with a loud "thud".

"Did you eat shit in your mouth? It stinks!"

The old lady pointed at Jia Zhangshi's nose and cursed.

"Someone in another family is about to die, and you're still making sarcastic remarks! If you can't speak properly, then shut your mouth!"

"I...I wasn't just telling the truth, was I?"

Madam Jia shrank back, not daring to argue with the old lady, but still muttered under her breath.

"That's just how it is..."

"Get out of here and go boil some water! If you dare say another word, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

The deaf old lady was so angry that her chest heaved.

Jia Zhangshi had no choice but to slink back to the stove, muttering to herself.

As for Madam Xu Zhao, she did indeed go to the steel rolling mill just now, and she also met Yi Zhonghai, Xu Fugui, and Jia Dongxu's father, Jia Laonian.

But when the three men heard that they were going to Fengzeyuan to find He Daqing, who was serving the Japanese city defense commander, they shook their heads like rattles, none of them daring to provoke him.

In the end, Xu Zhao returned empty-handed.

After listening to Xu Zhao's report, the deaf old lady remained silent for a long time.

She knew that in this day and age, everyone had their own difficulties, and no one wanted to risk their life.

She just leaned on her cane, looking in the direction of the gate, her cloudy old eyes filled with worry—that child Zhuzi, he's been gone for so long, why hasn't he come back yet?

Please, please don't let anything happen.

Time passed second by second, and every second felt like torture.

Granny Wang looked at He Chenshi again, shook her head, and her voice became even more somber.

"We really can't delay any longer. Should we save the mother or the child? You need to give me a straight answer, otherwise I can't make a move."

The room fell silent again, and everyone's eyes were fixed on He Chenshi's pale face.

Just then—

"Save them both! Save both of them!"

A clear yet slightly hoarse child's voice boomed in from outside the door like a thunderclap.

Immediately afterwards, the curtain was suddenly flung open, and He Yuzhu rushed into the room with wet hair and a chill in his body.

His face was still wet with sweat and snow, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

"Zhu Zi!" Yi Li exclaimed, "You're finally back! Where's your father?"

"No time to look for Dad!"

He Yuzhu waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on Granny Wang.

"Are you a midwife? Get out of the way!"

"You silly child!"

Granny Wang was taken aback by this sudden turn of events, and then shouted.

"This is the delivery room, is this a place for you? Get out! Don't cause trouble here!"

As she spoke, she hurriedly pulled the blanket over He Chenshi's exposed lower body.

He Yuzhu realized that he had been rash, after all, men and women should not touch each other, and this was a delivery room.

He quickly turned around and called out to those behind him, "Dr. Lin, please come in!"

As he spoke, a woman wearing a light blue cotton robe and carrying a leather suitcase walked in.

She shook off the snowflakes, her expression calm, and her sharp gaze swept over the situation inside the room.

"Zhu Zi, what's this?" The deaf old lady looked at Lin Wanqiu with a puzzled expression, leaning on her cane.

"Madam, this is Dr. Lin Wanqiu, a renowned gynecologist in the city."

He Yuzhu explained, panting.

"She can save my mother!"

"A gynecological expert?" Both Yi Lishi and Granny Wang were stunned, looking Lin Wanqiu up and down.

This woman looks so young and has a completely unfamiliar face; she doesn't seem like one of those famous old Chinese medicine doctors in Beiping.

"Child, where did you find this doctor? The city is in such a mess right now, even Peking Union Medical College Hospital is shut down. You haven't been scammed, have you?" Xu Zhao couldn't help but ask.

"I wasn't scammed!" He Yuzhu exclaimed anxiously. "Dr. Lin is a true expert, far more skilled than those old-fashioned Chinese medicine doctors!"

"Alright!" The deaf old lady suddenly interrupted the discussion. She glanced at Lin Wanqiu's determined eyes and felt a strange sense of trust in her heart.

"Since Zhu Zi has brought her here, let's give her a try! Granny Wang, step aside."

"Old lady!" Granny Wang cried out anxiously, "What if someone dies...?"

"If someone dies, it's my responsibility!"

The deaf old lady slammed her hand on the table.

"We've already given it a shot, so let's see what Dr. Lin can do!"

Lin Wanqiu didn't waste any words. She walked to the bedside, put down her suitcase, and calmly said to He Yuzhu, "Clear out all the irrelevant people in the room, leaving only one person to help boil water and pass things. Also, open the window a crack to keep the air circulating."

"Okay!" He Yuzhu replied immediately.

He turned to the crowd and said, "Uncles, aunts, ladies, please step out for a moment to make room for the doctor. Aunt Yi, please stay and help boil some water."

The crowd looked at each other in bewilderment, and finally the deaf old lady took the lead, walking out with her cane.

Although Granny Wang was unwilling, she dared not disobey the old lady's wishes, so she could only snort and retreat to the door in a huff.

Only Lin Wanqiu, He Yuzhu, and Yi Lishi remained in the room.

Lin Wanqiu took a deep breath, opened the suitcase, revealing the gleaming silver medical equipment inside.

"He Yuzhu," she asked without turning her head, while washing and disinfecting her hands, "is this your mother's second child?"

"Yes."

Have you had any prenatal checkups before? Do you have a history of high blood pressure or heart disease?

"No, my mother has always been in good health."

Lin Wanqiu nodded, put on gloves, walked to the bedside, and began to examine Ms. Chen.

He Yuzhu stood to the side, his fists clenched tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.

Looking at his mother's pained face, he silently prayed: Mother, you must hold on! Your son will never let anything happen to you!