A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"Strategist! Strategist! Come quick, someone's being saved!"

As Jiang Xia, sticking out his tongue, and the others pushed the woman into the Union Hospital building, the "strategist" was talking to a group of young people in white coats.

"Tsk, 'Zilong,' you went in and out of Changban seven times, and finally rescued your sister-in-law?"

The old strategist joked as he reached out and grabbed the woman's wrist. With his other hand, he glanced at Jiang Xia, whose face was bruised and swollen.

"This is a bit troublesome. Um, go and invite Ms. Qiaozhi over..."

"This kid is fine, he just looks a bit shabby..."

"Teacher Qiaozhi? Strategist, why don't you take action yourself?" Jiang Xia finally caught her breath and was slightly dissatisfied when she heard the "strategist" looking for outside help.

The strategist rolled his eyes at Jiang Xia, then handed him a brown paper bag. Seeing that Jiang Xia was standing there dumbfounded and didn't move, he simply put the bag over his mouth and nose.

"Oh! Doctor, please don't be angry. We're waiting for Teacher Qiaozhi. Could you please take the paper bag down?"

Li Huaide was terrified, but dared not pry the old man's hand, so he could only start circling around the two of them.

"Xiao Jiang is so immature. He listens to the doctor as soon as he gets to the hospital. Please don't be angry. I'll help you deal with him. Please take the bag off first, okay? Don't let him hold it in and cause any harm..."

As he spoke, Li Huaide dusted off Jiang Xia twice.

"Shut up! This kid is almost suffering from respiratory alkalosis. Tsk tsk, did you take that 'power pill'? How come he's still so weak? He can't even push a cart properly..."

"Besides, everyone has their own expertise. If you let me do it, it will only harm others!"

The strategist slapped away Li Huaide's chubby hand that was trying to cause trouble, and waved to the young people behind him: "Come and see, this is a typical case of respiratory alkalosis. Take a look at the specific physical signs. Respiratory alkalosis is different from acidosis..."

The group of medical students, holding their notebooks, surrounded Jiang Xia, poking around at him and asking questions from time to time.

Jiang Xia watched as a gray-haired doctor directed several nurses to take the woman away, and then breathed a sigh of relief, sprawling on the cart and letting the medical students do whatever they wanted with her.

After taking off the brown paper bag and inhaling some fresh air, he covered it with the bag again: "Is that Teacher Qiaozhi? How's her technique?"

The "strategist" rolled his eyes at him again, and after thinking for a moment, simply rewarded Jiang Xia with a large potsticker. Even the medical students who were playing with Jiang Xia looked dissatisfied.

"The first female doctor at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, and also the first female department head. What do you think of her skill level?"

Hey, if you had said it was her earlier, then there would have been no need to worry.

After resting for a while, Jiang Xia felt much better: "Alright, this day has been quite fun. Uncle Li, let's go home and get some sleep!"

The strategist sized up the little guy with the ahoge (cowlick), "You should get some sleep, kid. Were you working overtime again?"

"No! I recently discovered a magical method. Now I work for two hours and then sleep for half an hour. I'm incredibly energetic every day!" Jiang Xia said proudly, though his little tuft of hair wasn't as perky as before.

"Magical my foot! That's called overdrafting!"

The old military doctor waved over an emergency bed: "Don't go anywhere else, just lie here with me for the night."

"Uh, that's fine. Give me a glucose injection, I have a mission early tomorrow morning!"

The old strategist frowned, wanting to say something more, when the hospital's loudspeaker blared:

"Code Pink"

"Code Pink"

"Code Pink"

“Code Pink in Delivery Room! All Obstetrics and Anesthesiology staff, please report to the Delivery Room immediately. This is a Code Pink, repeat, Code Pink in Delivery Room.”

Upon hearing the broadcast, the "strategist" lifted his white coat and ran off, completely disregarding his already graying hair.

Then, several more figures darted out of the room next door and ran towards the elevator.

"Damn it! This lousy elevator is still so slow!"

"Don't wait for the elevator! Old Zhang climbs the stairs!"

The doctors exchanged glances and then hurriedly rushed towards the stairwell.

"Uh, Xiao Jiang, what's going on?"

"Someone needs emergency treatment. The emergency code is the doctor's call to arms; they're trying to snatch someone from the jaws of death!" Jiang Xia sighed, wondering which unlucky person it was.

"Hey, why are you using foreign languages ​​then?"

"First, it won't cause panic, Uncle Li. Think about it, Peking Union Medical College Hospital is such a big hospital. If they keep calling doctors to do emergency treatments, wouldn't that scare the rest of the public..."

"Secondly, don't forget that Peking Union Medical College was built with the support of some family from the United States. Although they didn't have any good intentions, it seems that they clearly adopted English as the medium of instruction from the very beginning, right?"

As he spoke, Jiang Xia looked at the medical student following behind him.

“Yes, that’s right. 51 years ago, it was required that all medical records be written in English. Even now, our textbooks are in English, and even medical records are written in English!” A medical student held up a medical record book in his hand.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the ward first. Please show me your work ID so I can register you..."

Jiang Xia nodded and took out his documents to register as requested.

"Oh, right. Should I pay for the emergency medical expenses for that woman up ahead?"

The medical student looked at Jiang Xia as if he were an idiot.

Jiang Xia took a couple of steps before realizing, "Damn, I forgot what era this is..."

He had actually been trying to figure out what those English words meant, and for a moment he was lost in thought, forgetting that he was living in that vibrant era.

Hospitals these days don't rush you to do *that*...

……

Delivery Room!

Could it be that woman?

Jiang Xia turned to look at the little boy surnamed Yu in the arms of the accompanying woman. At this moment, the little boy seemed to be connected with his mother, clenching his little fists tightly and looking towards the stairwell with teary eyes.

Jiang Xia took out a handful of White Rabbit candies and handed them over.

"Don't worry, your mother will be fine. You should know that the doctor who treated your mother is an extraordinary person!"

The little boy reached out his arms for Jiang Xia to hug him, looking aggrieved. Jiang Xia took the boy and, when no one was looking, stuffed a warm blanket into his coat.

"Let's go, let's spend the night at your mother's bedside, and we can see her tomorrow morning!"

The little boy didn't eat the candy. After thanking Jiang Xia, he carefully put the candy Jiang Xia gave him into his small purse.

"Brother, I want to save it for Mom!"

"Hehe, he's a filial son, almost like his older brother!"

After all, he was just a child, and he had been so worried and scared all the way that he couldn't take it anymore. In Jiang Xia's arms, the little boy closed his eyes and fell asleep immediately.

"Auntie, can I take this child to sleep for a while? My hospital bed is in the back, waiting for his mother..."

"Clap clap clap..."

A series of hurried footsteps approached: "Who is Comrade Yuqin's family member?"

The elderly woman stood up: "Yuqin's family isn't here! My family's mutual aid group leader, doctor, how is Yuqin?"