My Unpopular Neighbor Girl Has Hidden Identities

Chapter 36: Thirty-six, Save Lives Chapter 36: Thirty-six, Save Lives Yang Lisheng gazed out the window at the swiftly passing scenery, unfamiliar yet oddly familiar, with a glint of memory in his somber eyes, “It’s been a long time since I returned to Beijing, I wonder what has changed there.” Born and raised in Beijing, this land held many of his memories, filled with joy, pain, meetings, and departures.

Li Meixiang nodded, “After Mr. Song’s birthday celebration, we can take Xiao Ning around Beijing for a good time, there’s still a while before school starts anyway.”

“Mhm,” Yang Lisheng looked towards Song Yan Ning and extended his hand to gently touch her hair, his eyes tinged with a trace of heartache. This should have been the place where Xiao Ning grew up, but it was her first time here.

Song Yan Ning smiled at Yang Lisheng, “Grandpa, Grandma, I’ve heard that Beijing’s roast duck is really delicious, will you take me to eat it?” She knew what her grandfather was thinking, but what of it if Beijing was prosperous? She didn’t care for it at all. If she had to choose, she would rather be in Huashang Village, where there are mountains and rivers, and her favorite Spirit Grass, even if it was just low-level spiritual grass.

“Sure, your grandma and I will take you to Quanjude for roast duck, we’ll also have hot pot lamb, potstickers, and daoxianghuoshao,” said Yang Lisheng. Thinking about those delicacies made him swallow with longing; it had been so many years since he had tasted Beijing’s gourmet food.

“Help! Somebody, please help!” Suddenly, an urgent cry for help came from the next carriage.

“I’ll go and see what’s happening,” Yang Lisheng stood up quickly and hurried to the next carriage. A cry for help on the train surely meant something serious had occurred.

“Grandpa, I’ll come with you,” said Song Yan Ning as she got up to follow Yang Lisheng.

The carriage was in an uproar, with people crowding around to see what was going on.

“Comrade, what happened up front?” Unable to push through the crowd, Yang Lisheng asked a middle-aged man next to him.

The middle-aged man turned to Yang Lisheng, “That old man is having an asthma attack and didn’t bring his medicine.”

Yang Lisheng frowned and shouted to the people in front, “Excuse me, please make way, I am a Doctor, please let me through.”

the crowd parted to

please step back a little, don’t crowd around the patient, we need to keep the air flowing, or it will worsen his condition,” Yang Lisheng

man, with a young boy by his side; it was the boy who had been shouting

pleadingly, “Doctor, please save my grandfather, he’s having an asthma attack.” He was kicking himself for forgetting his grandfather’s medicine at

left behind, only realizing on the train that he had forgotten his grandfather’s medicine at the hotel. He felt doomed; if anything happened to his grandfather, he would never

took the old man’s wrist to feel his

and

“What’s he doing?”

a treatment

my grandfather?” He had never seen such a method of treatment; could it

called the Lieque acupoint, massaging it can relax muscles and tendons and channel the flow of energy, treating cough, asthma,

knowingly. As long as it could save Grandpa, that

Yang Lisheng’s massage continued, the old man’s wheezing gradually decreased, and his pale complexion began to slowly regain its rosy hue. He looked at Yang Lisheng and nodded his

surprise. Grandpa

shook his head, “Don’t worry, I’m fine now.” His chest still felt a bit stuffy, but it was

“If you encounter this situation again, use your index finger to massage this spot for about a minute or

what if

hands, press one finger against the other hand’s radial styloid process, at the

Yang Lisheng’s motion, seeking

gave Yang Lisheng a thumbs-up, “I’ve always heard that Chinese medicine is profound and extensive, and it really is! May I be so bold to ask, are you getting off in Beijing?” The other party had saved his life, so he should properly thank him. If the other party was also going to Beijing, that would be the best

and, holding Song Yan Ning’s hand, was about to return