"Don't you worry, we totally believe you. We'll keep it completely confidential, absolutely won't breathe a word of it to anyone. But hey, you have to teach me that needling technique sometime!"

Hu Xin looked at Zhang Yang with unconcealed excitement, and Gu Cheng’s eyes were also shining. Just as Hu Xin finished speaking, he seemed to realize something, his expression suddenly shifted, and he exclaimed, "We shouldn't have let that guy surnamed Zhou go earlier!"

Xiao Dai looked at him with a sly smile and asked, "Which Zhou? Brother Zhou or Zhou Yichen?"

"Nonsense, Zhou Yichen, of course!"

"Well, you should have been clearer! I thought you meant Brother Zhou!"

Xiao Dai’s smile widened, and Nannan and Mi Xue also broke into smiles. It was a relief that Sister Zhou was fine; they had left for the hospital with two people, but might have returned with three.

"Is that even something that needs clarifying? You did that on purpose!"

Hu Xin bellowed, and this time even Zhang Yang and Gu Cheng chuckled. Hu Xin and Xiao Dai were a natural pair of bickering nemeses; they had attended the same school since junior high and ended up together in university.

From his previous memories, Zhang Yang could tell that they held mutual affection for each other, but for some unknown reason, neither had ever dared to break that unspoken barrier. Perhaps it was because they knew each other too well that neither felt comfortable making the first move.

"A bad thing turned into a good thing. We owe it all to Zhang Yang today!" Nannan murmured softly, and her words immediately drew unanimous agreement from everyone.

Once things settled down, they realized just how far short their performance had fallen compared to Zhang Yang’s, especially when things became critical—everyone had panicked. If it hadn't been for Zhang Yang, who knew what the outcome might have been.

"Don't look at me like that. I was plenty nervous too. If I hadn't happened to know a little about these things, I probably would have fared worse than any of you!"

Zhang Yang spread his arms, and everyone laughed again. His words eased the awkwardness that had settled among them. Objectively, none of them had shone as brightly as Zhang Yang today; if one were being harsh, they had all been overshadowed, with Zhang Yang being the sole highlight. His comment dissolved that unspoken tension.

The six of them stood together again, chatting and laughing, walking back with renewed energy. For these university students, the day's events were undeniably a thrilling experience. Only Zhang Yang maintained a gentle, accommodating smile; he had dealt with countless impromptu rescue situations in his past life. The sheer volume of commemorative banners that wouldn't fit in his old office was proof enough of that.

"Oh no, we haven't eaten yet!"

They hadn't walked far when Mi Xue suddenly exclaimed. After seeing Sister Zhou off, they had been heading back towards campus, and now they weren't far from the school gates.

"I forgot until you mentioned it. I thought my stomach felt strange, turns out I was just starving!"

Hu Xin paused slightly, then dramatically clutched his stomach. Xiao Dai immediately sprang up and flicked the top of his head, calling him a pig who only thought about food. Hu Xin roared back, shouting things like 'a man's head is sacred territory,' and gave chase to Xiao Dai.

Watching the pair romp around, a subtle smile touched the corners of Zhang Yang's lips.

These students lived good lives. In his previous existence, he had focused solely on academics, overlooking something he shouldn't have—he hadn't truly experienced the joys of student life. Thankfully, fate had given him a second chance to do it over. The only pity was that today’s incident wasn't the next mission, 'Mi Xue's Peril,' meaning he still had to stay close to Mi Xue until that objective was fulfilled.

Everyone was used to the dynamic between Hu Xin and Xiao Dai, so no one paid them any mind. Gu Cheng pointed ahead and said quietly, "There’s a stir-fry noodle place up ahead that smells really good. Let's grab some chow fun?"

Nannan immediately nodded. "Good idea, my stomach's rumbling too. Let's go there!"

Mi Xue chimed in, "It's a shame we didn't get to eat those chicken feet, but as long as Sister Zhou has a healthy baby, that’s what matters most!"

"Don't worry, they will definitely have a safe delivery, mother and child!" Zhang Yang laughed heartily, his confidence absolute, and he strode forward.

Mi Xue, Gu Cheng, and the others followed closely, and soon they arrived at the noodle stall.

After they ordered their noodles, Hu Xin and Xiao Dai caught up, though this time Xiao Dai was chasing Hu Xin. Clearly, Xiao Dai had gotten the short end of the stick in their scuffle again.

Sitting down at the small noodle stand table, Zhang Yang felt a surge of emotion. This was a roadside stall. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten like this outdoors. His mind held memories of such scenes, but they were not his own experiences—they existed only as images from a film, lacking authenticity. Truly counting back, the last time he had eaten at a street stall was shortly after graduating university, during his medical residency.

Residency was intense, long hours, often working from dawn till dusk, sometimes just grabbing food at a small stand near the hospital to get by. But once Zhang Yang began to show his true capabilities, those trips ceased. It wasn't because he disdained such places, but simply because he became too busy. Early in his career, Zhang Yang worked relentlessly, fought fiercely; success hadn't been accidental—his ability was only one factor, and without the sheer effort, he wouldn't have achieved his final results. He was so busy he didn't have time to go out to eat; most meals were ordered in. Later, as his reputation grew, more and more people sought him out for treatment or invited him for meals, meaning he naturally never had to frequent street stalls again. Now, sitting on the roadside again, eating roadside stir-fried noodles, it held a peculiar flavor.

"I'm full!"

Hu Xin patted his stomach contentedly only after finishing three bowls of noodles. Hu Xin traditionally had the largest appetite among them, but finishing three bowls today was slightly excessive, mainly because he was profoundly hungry. He had spent the afternoon helping Zhang Yang move things, then endured the stressful ordeal this evening, and it was already late, so eating a substantial amount was understandable.

"It’s not yet eight o’clock. Why don’t we go check on Sister Zhou at the hospital? Brother Zhou is alone; he might be overwhelmed," Mi Xue suddenly suggested. The others exchanged glances, and Xiao Dai and Nannan immediately nodded in agreement. Gu Cheng and Hu Xin also consented. They genuinely didn't want to go home yet; young people are energetic, and since they were the ones who flagged down the ambulance for Sister Zhou, they all wanted to check in.

Only Zhang Yang didn't respond immediately.

"Don't all stare at me. If you want to go, then let's all go," Zhang Yang chuckled lightly. A quick visit to the hospital wouldn't hurt. He had administered the tocolytic shot, so the baby should certainly be fine, but he worried about the hospital’s delivery procedures—he hoped they wouldn't cause any issues. If problems arose at the hospital, accountability would be sought, and if his use of the tocolytic shot was revealed, it would certainly cause him trouble. Of course, that was only a remote possibility; as long as the hospital doctors were responsible, everything should be fine for mother and child.

Fortunately, when the ambulance left, Mi Xue had asked for the destination address. Coincidentally, the hospital that took Sister Zhou was Changjing Third People's Hospital. It wasn't the closest facility, but unfortunately, the nearest hospital’s ambulances were all dispatched, so the 120 command center sent the ambulance from the Third Hospital. The group hailed another taxi and headed back towards the Third Hospital.