Wang Chen looked up, pondering for a moment before slowly speaking.

He had been into cars since his teens. Back then, it was the family cars; his family owned many, and later his father had specifically bought him one, but he truly couldn't remember the names of those vehicles.

He only remembered that the very first one he drove was a Beijing Jeep, one of those old green models.

This memory stuck because those cars often appeared on television then, always driven by or carrying officials. He had taken a special interest in such vehicles and deliberately chosen one when learning to drive.

"My first car was a Mercedes-Benz!" Li Ya chuckled, stating it lightly.

His situation differed from Wang Chen's; this first Mercedes was bought with money he earned himself.

After graduation, Wang Chen worked for a few months in a state-owned company. During that time, he started trading stocks, beginning with small capital and slowly building it up through leveraged trades.

Soon, the money he made trading stocks far surpassed his salary.

He subsequently resigned to focus entirely on trading from home. When he had accumulated over two million, he spent several hundred thousand to buy a Mercedes-Benz. His car wasn't considered top-tier within the Mercedes lineup, but it carried the brand name nonetheless.

Even his approach to buying a car revealed him to be an extremely confident and proud person—if he was going to buy, he bought well.

Long Cheng suddenly clapped Wang Chen and Li Ya on the shoulders in the middle of the venue: "All of us reminiscing about our first cars. Do you all suddenly want to buy one for old times' sake? Huang Hai, why don't you order a Santana first?"

"Forget it, I won't order a Santana; the company has plenty!"

Huang Hai quickly shook his head. He wasn't some greenhorn fresh out of university anymore.

Now, he was the General Manager of a massive education group with assets worth several hundred million. Thousands of employees across the entire group worked under his command. As for company cars, there were more than twenty Santanas; even the principals of some larger branch campuses were assigned one. His own company vehicle was a luxury Mercedes-Benz.

"Stop wasting time here, let's go!"

Long Cheng murmured softly. His tone was mild, yet it carried an air of authority. Huang Hai stopped talking and followed Long Cheng forward immediately.

"Someone fainted! Someone has collapsed!"

After only a couple of steps, a sudden commotion erupted nearby, with people shouting loudly.

The area of chaos was quickly encircled, and security guards rushed over to manage the scene.

"Wait here, I'll go take a look!"

Zhang Yang glanced back, immediately announced, and before anyone could react, he dashed towards the crowd.

"Still so young, so eager to join the excitement. Someone fainting—what's there to see? You aren't even a doctor!"

Long Cheng tried to stop him, but Zhang Yang was faster than he anticipated, forcing Long Cheng to simply shake his head and sigh lightly.

Yang Ling opened her mouth slightly. She desperately wanted to tell Long Cheng that Zhang Yang was a doctor, and a very skilled one at that. However, she held the words back. Saying it would require explaining what happened that other day. Since she had already promised not to reveal it, she decided not to bring it up at all.

"Let's go take a look too!"

Su Zhantao stated directly. The group had agreed to stick together on this outing; they couldn't just leave Zhang Yang to investigate while the others looked at cars.

"Fine, let's go see,"

Long Cheng said faintly. It was clear he was slightly displeased with Zhang Yang running off like that, though he didn't voice it directly.

The group walked over together, squeezing through the onlookers. Inside the circle, they saw a man lying on the ground with slight traces of blood at the corners of his mouth. Beside him, a woman cradled his head, weeping desperately. They seemed to be about the same age, like a family unit.

Zhang Yang was already crouched down, checking the man's pulse points.

When Zhang Yang first arrived, the man was already down, and there was a pool of blood on the ground—reportedly what the man had vomited before collapsing.

Long Cheng and Wang Chen also started asking around the periphery.

Soon, they understood what had happened.

It was a couple, both around thirty, attending the auto show intending to buy a car. They were ordinary small business owners whose finances had recently become more comfortable. They wanted a practical car for commuting, primarily to drive their children and to aid their business operations.

Their business was small, so they couldn't afford a luxury vehicle, and they had set their sights on the economical and durable Santana.

They had waited a long time, hoping to take advantage of the auto show's promotional discounts to save some money.

A salesperson had just finished introducing the features when they were about to sign the paperwork. For some unknown reason—perhaps sheer excitement over the impending purchase, or something else—the man suddenly opened his mouth wide, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and immediately collapsed.

His state terrified his wife, who could only sit there and cry.

Having finished checking the pulse, Zhang Yang stood up, his brow slightly furrowed. At this moment, Lightning perched silently on his shoulder, watching. It seemed to understand that Zhang Yang was attending to serious business.

The Treasure-Seeking Mouse, Wuying, remained hidden inside Zhang Yang's canvas bag, currently engaged in a battle with several sturdy boxes, attempting to pry them open to feast on the treasures inside.

"What is your relation to him?"

Zhang Yang first asked the crying woman. Long Cheng and the others had gathered the facts, but Zhang Yang preferred to proceed by habit and ask directly.

"I, I am his wife!" The woman paused her crying, sobbing out the answer.

Zhang Yang asked again: "Is his work usually very stressful, very tiring?"

The woman immediately replied: "Business has been great lately; we are both very busy and very tired. Why?"

"He has anemia. Do you know this?"

The woman froze, appearing quite shocked: "I didn't know! He has always been very healthy, and he never told me he was sick. How could he suddenly have anemia!"

"This is aplastic anemia, and it is already very severe and dangerous. He needs immediate hospitalization!"

Zhang Yang sighed softly. After checking his pulse, he understood the man's condition.

The man was suffering from extreme fatigue, compounded by pre-existing anemia. The excitement today triggered a sudden, severe flare-up, causing him to vomit blood and subsequently lose consciousness.

His condition was genuinely critical; if the ambulance had arrived any later, he might have been lost entirely. Fortunately, he had run into Zhang Yang, meaning his life, at the very least, could be saved.

Since Zhang Yang was present, he could not stand by and watch someone suffer due to illness. This was basic medical ethics; saving lives and helping the suffering was a doctor's duty.

Zhang Yang took out his needle case from the canvas bag. Carrying the case with him meant he wouldn't panic in an emergency.

He first removed the man's outer shirt, then inserted needles into specific acupuncture points along his back: the Bei Shu points, Dazhui, Feishu, Xinshu, Gexu, Ganshu, Danshu, Pishu, Weishu, and Shenshu.

Afterward, he placed needles on points on the front of his torso: Tanzhong, Shangwan, Zhongwan, Xiawan, Qihai, Guanyuan, Xuehai, Zusanli, and Sanyinjiao.

After needling, he lightly flicked the silver needles on the front of the body to make them vibrate.

The man's condition was serious, requiring deep insertion of the needles; only this approach could save his life.

As Zhang Yang performed the acupuncture, the surrounding crowd watched in stunned silence. Many pointed and whispered quietly. Given Zhang Yang's youth, no one had expected him to be a practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM).

However, the sheer dexterity with which he handled the needles proved he was a very competent TCM doctor.

Long Cheng and Wang Chen also stared with wide eyes. This was the first time Zhang Yang had demonstrated his medical skills in front of them. They had completely dismissed his previous casual remarks, assuming he was joking.

But they never expected Zhang Yang to actually be a doctor.

No ordinary person could pull off such a display.

The needles on the man's front were still vibrating. Zhang Yang slowly removed the needles from the man's back. As soon as the last needle was withdrawn, the man’s eyelids fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"My dear, you're awake!"

Seeing her husband open his eyes, the woman immediately rushed to embrace him. Zhang Yang’s eyebrow twitched slightly, and he quickly motioned for the woman to stop.

The man was currently propped up in a sitting position on the ground, supported by Zhang Yang, with many needles still embedded in his front body. Hugging him now was highly inadvisable; accidentally pushing a needle deeper would cause serious trouble.

"What happened? What's wrong with me?"

The man looked bewildered upon waking, glancing at his wife, then at Zhang Yang before him.

"You vomited blood and passed out just now. Luckily, luckily this young man was here; otherwise, I truly don't know what I would have done!"

The wife had regained some composure but was still crying. Fortunately, she clearly communicated the situation.

The surrounding people were also murmuring amongst themselves. Zhang Yang looked young, yet he was incredibly skilled, reviving the man with needles and acting as if nothing unusual had happened. Many had witnessed the man's bout of vomiting blood earlier and had been severely frightened.

"Thank you, thank you..."

After his wife explained, the man understood that Zhang Yang had saved him and repeatedly thanked Zhang Yang profusely. They had come to buy a car today, meant to be a happy occasion, and he never anticipated suddenly collapsing.

"You have aplastic anemia, already very severe. Your anemia belongs to the category of Xue Xu (Blood Deficiency), which affects the Heart, Liver, Spleen, Lungs, and Kidneys, and can lead to Kidney Deficiency and Qi Xu (Qi Deficiency). You are currently deficient in both Qi and Blood. When you return, do not engage in strenuous activity. Rest well. I will write you a prescription; you can take the medicine according to the formula, and it will help your condition!"

As Zhang Yang spoke, he took out paper and a pen from his canvas bag and quickly wrote out a formula.

Then, he took out three ordinary Ginseng Pills and handed them to the man.

"These are three pills I prepared myself that will aid your recovery. Take one daily before meals; it will accelerate your healing. Furthermore, this formula and these pills only address your anemia. You already have several complications, so you should ideally go to the hospital for a comprehensive check-up and systematic treatment. If you do that, you can return to complete normalcy within six months."

As Zhang Yang spoke, the sound of an approaching ambulance could be heard from outside. Guided by security personnel, several doctors and nurses soon entered, accompanied by a stretcher team. They carefully helped the man onto the ambulance gurney. The emergency services had arrived quite quickly; after all, this was a major auto show center, and any incident here would prompt a rapid response from all relevant departments.