After positioning Zeng Yan, Wang Zhuo hailed two male classmates who were playing ball, took their athletic pants, folded them into a circle, and placed them under Zeng Yan’s head.

Cerebral hemorrhage is caused by a sudden spike in blood pressure leading to the rupture of intracranial blood vessels; elevating the head can offer some degree of relief.

At this point, classmates nearby noticed that Zeng Yan’s eyes were already unfocused, and he was on the verge of losing consciousness.

Even those who had initially suspected heatstroke fell silent. While heatstroke can indeed cause unconsciousness, it falls far short of rendering a vigorous young man comatose so quickly. The student who habitually opposed Wang Zhuo also quieted down, slowly receding into the crowd.

“Classmate, thank you,” Zeng Xianguo managed, his urgency tempered by composure, nodding swiftly to Wang Zhuo as he pulled out his phone to make a call.

The closest medical facility to the school was, naturally, the affiliated hospital of the Medical University—a Level Three, Class A comprehensive hospital, second only to the Level Three, Special Class hospitals in the national grading system, ensuring a high standard of advanced care.

Although Wang Zhuo had no personal connections at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital, he had long-standing relationships with the school’s Vice Principal, Ma Dehai, and the Head of the Clinical Medicine Department, Wang Taiping, making it very convenient to ask them to communicate with the hospital staff.

Reaching Wang Taiping, Wang Zhuo got straight to the point: “Director Wang, a patient with a cerebral hemorrhage will arrive at the affiliated hospital within half an hour. Could you please notify them so they can prepare?”

Wang Taiping, a seasoned professional, grasped the situation in a few words and immediately agreed to call the hospital right away to arrange for surgery preparation.

By this time, Zeng Xianguo had finished his first call, informing his daughter-in-law and granddaughter to rush to the north gate of the school to meet them.

Wang Zhuo turned to him and said, “Uncle, I’ve already called our department head. He will immediately notify the Medical University Affiliated Hospital to arrange admission for this gentleman.”

Zeng Xianguo frowned deeply and nodded at Wang Zhuo.

“It’s so sunny here. Why don’t we move him under the shade of a tree first?” a girl asked in a weak voice.

“Do you have any common sense, sister?” a boy next to her whispered with a wry smile. “You can’t move a cerebral hemorrhage patient; the blood will spread.”

The surrounding students immediately turned to look at the girl who had suggested it, their expressions clearly conveying: finding someone in the Medical College who doesn't understand basic cerebral hemorrhage first aid is rarer than spotting a giant panda in the Antarctic.

Yet, they conveniently forgot that just two minutes prior, they had all mistaken the patient for suffering from heatstroke. Moving him into the shade for cooling might very well have cost him his life.

“Is there anyone selling bottled water? Hurry over here,” a more mature-looking girl called out toward the edge of the crowd.

The male student selling bottled water quickly rushed over. The girl didn't waste time; she grabbed several bottles of chilled mineral water from his large bag, snatched a few men’s towels, and squeezed into the throng.

Just then, Wang Zhuo had managed to unbutton Zeng Yan’s shirt collar and was loosening his belt. Seeing the girl approach with supplies, he immediately helped her twist off a cap and began pouring the cold water onto a towel.

Applying a cold compress to the head causes the vessels to constrict upon cooling, which can slow the rate of blood flow—an effective measure for suppressing the condition.

At this moment, the sound of an urgent car horn drifted from a distance—Qin Siqing had driven the car in.

It was a bullet-shaped commercial van, one Wang Zhuo had purchased recently, with the rear seats removed and replaced with thick felt padding. Ostensibly, it was a dual-use transport vehicle for his business, Shengshi Wangchao, designed to carry people or valuables like precious jade artifacts. In reality, it housed a mattress and other items in the cargo bay; Wang Zhuo used it primarily as a sleeper van.

He had driven this vehicle to campus today intending to take Gan Lin for a drive along the Bund and find a picturesque spot for some intimate time, but now, it was pressed into service as an impromptu ambulance.

Students parted ways, and the van stopped not far from Zeng Yan. Wang Zhuo flung open the rear hatch, and the students, whose minds were already active with various notions, immediately associated the vehicle’s interior with two words: car sex.

Because two rows of seats had been removed, the rear space was vast, professionally modified, and covered in thick, flat, comfortable felt padding. The windows were tinted with opaque dark film, completely obscuring the interior from outside view.

“Didn’t Wang Zhuo have a Range Rover? When did he change cars?”

“No, I heard he had an Audi Q7; I saw it once myself. The license plate wasn’t local either.”

“Your second-generation poor mentality is too rigid. Can’t a person own several cars?”

“Damn, aren’t you second-generation poor too? Besides, Wang Zhuo only got rich recently. I heard he used to fight for people just to get meals when he was in his second year of high school.”

“Instructor Wang is too impressive. I’ll borrow this car from him for a day later, hehe…”

“Can you all talk about something serious? If it weren’t for his car, getting this guy to the hospital would have been delayed by at least half an hour.”

The last person to speak was the senior female student who had helped Wang Zhuo cool Zeng Yan down. Despite the gathering being full of medical students, she was the only one who remained calm and capable of rendering aid in a crisis.

Zeng Yan was tall, so Wang Zhuo placed his head near the aisle of the van to fit his entire body inside. Positioning his head toward the rear would have offered more space for maneuvering, but the rear of the van was bumpier, which would be detrimental to his condition.

Qin Siqing drove, while Wang Zhuo and the senior student attended to the patient inside. After Zeng Xianguo boarded, the van honked briefly and sped out of the school grounds.

Along the route, male students like Geng Bin directed traffic where needed, and several security guards helped block off pedestrians. Furthermore, Qin Siqing had a father even more influential than Li Gang, allowing the vehicle to travel exceptionally fast.

Fortunately, many students witnessed the event on the sports field who could serve as witnesses; otherwise, a trending news story on the school BBS that night might have read: Scion Speeds Through Campus, Security Guards Block Traffic to Escort Patient.

Of course, even if such an incident had occurred, the news would have been instantly deleted by the administrator. Censorship moves swiftly; public opinion guidance is paramount.

“Classmate, we need to pick up two people at the school gate later,” Zeng Xianguo told Qin Siqing. “A woman in her thirties wearing a red dress, and a little girl, about six years old, holding a silver sun umbrella.”

Upon reaching the gate, they spotted a woman with a small girl waving frantically at the car from a distance. Qin Siqing slowed down and welcomed them aboard.

The black van left the school premises, engaging its hazard lights, turning signal on, and proceeding at a steady pace toward the affiliated hospital. Although Qin Siqing did not possess a driver’s license, her driving skills were excellent, and she had driven this vehicle several times. With Wang Zhuo occupied with the patient, she was the most suitable person behind the wheel.

Zeng Xianguo addressed Wang Zhuo, “Allow me to introduce myself. My surname is Zeng—Zeng Xianguo. This is my son, Zeng Yan, and these two are Zeng Yan’s wife and daughter.”

“My name is Wang Zhuo, a first-year student in the Clinical Medicine Department.” Wang Zhuo shook his hand solemnly and stated, “Zeng Yan’s prognosis is not good. If you have any relatives or connections who might be of use, it is best to contact them immediately.”

Not long before, when Zeng Yan collapsed, Wang Zhuo was heading to the cafeteria with classmates. Hearing that the person suffering from heatstroke was a sturdy man in his thirties, he glanced over out of curiosity.

At first glance, he noticed nothing unusual. But upon seeing Zeng Yan’s face, he suddenly remembered that during the game, this man had been standing under the shade of a tree the entire time. This sparked a question in his mind: how could a man suffer heatstroke in such a cool, shaded spot, especially when he wasn't exerting himself violently?

With this doubt taking root, he narrowed his eyes and used his X-ray vision on Zeng Yan.

Over the past few months, as he used his X-ray vision more frequently, he had gained greater control over this ability. To see through a human body from nearly twenty meters away, as he did now, was effortless, requiring no exertion whatsoever.

Looking through, he immediately discovered the problem: a minuscule branch of a blood vessel inside Zeng Yan’s skull had ruptured. The trickling blood had already stained a ten-centimeter radius of surrounding brain tissue. This was not heatstroke at all, but a severe case of cerebral hemorrhage.

Zeng Yan was already unable to speak. If he had been carried into the shade to "rest" for half an hour before the condition was discovered, not even an immortal could have saved him. Wang Zhuo could not stand idly by; he immediately dropped the bottle of water he was holding and rushed forward to stop the classmates who were about to act rashly, announcing Zeng Yan’s true ailment.

Under the circumstances, no one suspected his actions were inappropriate. A seemingly healthy man in his thirties suddenly collapsing from heatstroke was already peculiar, and although Zeng Xianguo knew his son’s health wasn't perfect, he possessed some basic medical knowledge, and Wang Zhuo’s explanation made perfect sense to him.

...

At this point, nearly twenty minutes had passed since Zeng Yan fell. Thanks to Wang Zhuo’s intervention, the time before hospital transport had been minimized.

However, while human effort can initiate things, their outcome is determined by fate. Despite the timely discovery and effective initial care, it could not overcome the severity of Zeng Yan’s condition; his brain was already flooded with blood. Although Wang Zhuo was an amateur, he could gauge the gravity of the situation, which is why he had warned Zeng Xianguo.

As Zeng Xianguo anxiously made calls, Zeng Yan’s wife moved to the seat closest to Wang Zhuo and asked, “Classmate, have you performed emergency first aid on a cerebral hemorrhage patient before?”

Wang Zhuo nodded. “I’ve encountered it twice, and I’ve studied up on it since then.”

“It’s a blessing we met you,” the woman said gratefully, extending her hand. “You are Wang Zhuo, correct? My name is Ruan Mingqing.”

The woman was about one meter sixty-eight tall, slender where it mattered, and distinctly curved where it counted. Her features were striking yet unadorned, her skin fair and radiant. With every seemingly casual movement, she exuded an effortless, captivating allure.

She introduced herself as Ruan Mingqing, but Wang Zhuo was momentarily distracted by the rounded collarbone peeking from her low-cut top, causing him to mishear “My name is Ruan Mingqing” as “My name is I didn’t quite catch that”... V