The medical team arrived with a flurry of activity, their white coats billowing behind them like capes. Amidst the chaos, a man clutching a camera darted towards the attending doctor, his eyes wild with urgency. "Hurry, check the patient! It was this wild girl who killed the man. She was warned, but she wanted to play the hero," he exclaimed.
The doctor's eyes flicked towards the unconscious man, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Then, he turned his attention to the girl standing before him, her eyes vacant and unseeing. "What on earth are you talking about? The patient is perfectly fine," he said, his voice calm and measured. "Can you tell me what happened, little one?" he asked, his gaze fixed on the girl before him, despite her unconventional attire, she is far from careless. Having spent countless years in the medical field, his judgment is impeccable.
Lin Chang was lost in her own thoughts when the doctor's voice jolted her back to reality. She quickly assessed the situation and replied with a calm and collected demeanor, "Nothing to worry about, he was just having a heart attack. From my limited expertise, I can tell you that he has three blockages. I have already administered first aid, but he needs to be taken to the hospital for further treatment."
As she spoke, the medical team sprang into action and swiftly shifted the patient into the ambulance. The doctor was taken aback by Lin Chang's quick thinking and composure. He looked around at the crowd, who were all in awe of her bravery.
Lin Chang got up from her seat, ready to leave, when the patient's wife approached her, thanking her profusely and kowtowing on her knees. The people around were stunned and unable to react, watching in silence as the ambulance drove away.
It was a moment that would stay with them forever, a testament to the power of human kindness and the courage of one woman who refused to let fear take over.
As the clock ticked towards the two-hour mark, she finally arrived at the southern district of Qingdao city. Her mind was still reeling from the events of the day, each one unfolding like a domino effect. If Dr. Lopez's experiment had truly worked, then her brain was now a superbrain, capable of achieving anything she set her mind to. The possibilities were endless, and she couldn't wait to put her newfound abilities to the test.
As she stepped nearer to the southern district and surveyed her surroundings, her excitement quickly turned to shock. The scene before her was a stark contrast to the lavish and glamorous Qingdao city she had seen thus far. It was as if she had entered a different world altogether, one that was raw and unpolished, yet undeniably authentic.
First thing her eyes were met with a bustling urban landscape, teeming with life and activity. The streets were lined with old, dilapidated buildings, packed tightly together, with informal settlements and squalor spilling out onto the sidewalks. The air was thick with the sounds of people going about their daily business, the cacophony of voices and the honking of horns filling her ears.
As she walked further down the street, she couldn't help but notice the vibrant energy of the community. Young boys huddled together, deep in conversation, their faces alight with curiosity and enthusiasm. Teenagers sat in the corner, engrossed in a game of PlayStation, while middle-aged men gathered around a small table, their eyes fixed on a game of Chinese chess.
And then there were the food stalls. Everywhere she looked, there were vendors selling all manner of delicious treats, from steaming hot buns to fragrant hot pots and succulent shrimp dumplings. The smells wafted through the air, tantalizing her senses and making her mouth water.
Despite the chaos and congestion of the city, there was a sense of community here, a feeling of belonging that she couldn't help but be drawn to. As she continued to explore, she knew that she had stumbled upon something truly special.
As she approached the gates of her memories, she felt a twinge of uncertainty. This was her mother's house, but what kind of woman was her mother? She had never truly known the embrace of a mother's love, having been an orphan in her previous life. The concept of maternal warmth was foreign to her, and she couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive as she stepped forward.
She walked past the little yard, she approached the door and gave it a soft knock. The sound echoed through the stillness of the neighborhood, causing her heart to race with anticipation. She could hear the faint rustling of movement from within, and the sound of footsteps drawing closer. A wave of anxiety washed over her, causing her to clench her fists tightly and take a few deep breaths to calm her nerves.
At last, she sensed a shift behind the door, and with a creak, it slowly opened.