On the train, Qhianqhian was extremely bored and even considered playing poker with someone. But then she remembered this wasn’t a train back home, so she maintained her composure and picked up a book, playing the role of a literary girl.

This left He Wenyu, who was playing on his phone, feeling a bit down. Had a generation gap already formed between her and Qhianqhian? After all, games were so fun.

Even if it was just a single-player game...

Why read a book when you can play games? Are books really that entertaining?

The book in Qhianqhian’s hand wasn’t an ordinary one. It was one that Yann Yao had brought out earlier, one of the Royal Family’s secret collections. Naturally, it was a few notches more enticing than mobile games, especially since the content was something she had never encountered before. It was full of novelty.

An Hao was also holding Qhianqhian’s phone, quietly watching the offline cartoons she had downloaded for him. These things were still quite new to him.

Just when the carriage was peaceful with An Hao, a sudden scream disrupted the tranquility of the train car, causing several people to look up towards the direction of the sound. It was clear that something was amiss over there.

Not long after, they noticed people from the neighboring car making their way over.

The group, including Qhianqhian, didn’t join the commotion but remained seated quietly. If something serious was happening, they would naturally find out. If not, it was just a temporary disturbance.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before the train broadcast was calling for a doctor and a nurse...

Qhianqhian put away her book and sat An Hao properly on the seat. "I’ll go take a look, you guys stay here."

Yan got up as well. "I’ll go with you."

Qhianqhian glanced at Yan and saw his smiling face, without any signs of being interested in the drama, so she nodded. The two naturally walked over together.

The moment she saw the person, Qhianqhian really wanted to throw something, but unfortunately, she didn’t have a cup in her hand.

The person lying down clearly was from her country, and she seemed to have seen him before. However, more obviously, the woman beside him jabbering away was not speaking Chinese. Qhianqhian felt something was off; the man had a rosy complexion, and his eyes were very bright—not at all like someone in need of emergency aid on the ground.

"What’s the situation?" Qhianqhian poked Yan beside her.

Yan calmly glanced around. "Let’s go, he’s fine."

With that, they quietly slipped away from the back of the crowd. Clearly, these people had another agenda. Why would they willingly fall into such an obvious trap?

Moreover, being with women from that country, huh, even if he were sick, they wouldn’t lend a hand.

She wasn’t a doctor in the first place; where does the compassion of a healer come from? Don’t think about dragging them into a whirlpool with all sorts of excuses.

"What happened? Did you guys go to watch the excitement?" He Wenyu expressed curiosity when they returned so soon. How could it be scientific? Going and coming back in such a short time—what could they learn? Was there anything exciting to see?

"Nothing, just play your game." Qhianqhian appeared thoughtful, effectively quelling any curiosity from the others, who could only look at Yan with questioning eyes.

But Yan simply closed his eyes, clearly not inclined to engage with them.

As Qhianqhian left, the old master was momentarily stunned.

Shouldn’t people be eager to help when others need assistance? What’s wrong with today’s youngsters? Why are they so lacking in respect for the elders and a willingness to aid the weak?

The attitude of the youth reflects the future of the nation... Realizing this, the old master couldn’t help but sigh. A sense of loneliness surged within him, yet he felt powerless, not knowing how to react. He sat up abruptly, a cold expression on his face.

How could he trust such children?

Even those around him didn’t expect his sudden movement, leaving them momentarily at a loss, not knowing how to respond.

The old master stood up abruptly again, disregarding the doctor behind him muttering unintelligible words, moving directly towards Qhianqhian’s direction. Seeing them all calm and resting, he felt a rush of anger and slammed the table.

An Hao was startled, bursting into loud cries. Though there wasn’t a tear on his face, his voice was loud, nuzzling into Qhianqhian’s embrace, howling and leaving He Wenyu dumbfounded.

Since when was An Hao frightened by a table-slap? And Qhianqhian’s tense demeanor seemed off, didn’t it?

Qhianqhian gently patted An Hao’s back, softly coaxing, "There, there, don’t cry, shall we have some candy?"

"No!!! Waaah..." An Hao cried out louder, sounding quite genuine.

The old master, eyes wide open, saw no one paying him attention and, after a moment of silence, remarked with disdain: "Stop pretending; if your throat’s not sore, my ears are getting tired."

Hearing the old master’s words, Qhianqhian’s face showed no surprise, and An Hao stopped his crying, turning his head—with not a trace of tears, not even a hint of redness, as if he had never cried.

The doctor who had been treating the old master earlier angrily approached, intending to say something.

But Qhianqhian calmly raised her head: "Elder Tang, it’s been a while."

Recalling for a moment, Qhianqhian realized where she had seen the old man—it was at Mo Studio.

One of the friends of Jimo Kong, and had once visited the Luo Family for Chengxin Tang paper. Not only Qhianqhian, but even Old Master Luo should recognize him.

It was just that they hadn’t met in a long time, and it took a moment to react, as he wasn’t a familiar face.

Then she smiled at the Caucasian man behind him, explaining fluently in English that this Elder Tang was indeed a doctor, and the earlier call for a doctor was due to urgent circumstances, not knowing he had been treated already.

The Caucasian doctor seemed enlightened, then turned away without further comment.

After all, she still needed to maintain her nation’s dignity.

But that didn’t mean she would welcome Elder Tang appearing by her side.

"That woman kidnapped me to replace them in this year’s traditional medicine exchange conference," Elder Tang quickly spoke.

Qhianqhian rolled her eyes. "Call the police. If you don’t seek the police for this, what solution could a kid like me provide?"

"I have news about Jimo Kong and them. I came out this time to find him," Elder Tang continued, with a serious expression.

Jimo Kong...

Jimo Cheng...

How long has it been since she heard these names? Qhianqhian felt a bit puzzled but fell silent, wondering how to respond.

Jimo Kong was her teacher; she ought to visit him.

Jimo Cheng was her former fiancé; it seemed she should visit him too...

Yet, she felt it was inappropriate to appear, torn between wanting to go and not daring to go, Qhianqhian found herself in a conflict and silence.