Yu Qiaoqiao looked to be only seventeen or eighteen, yet when she spoke to the old man, there was a level of maturity and composure far beyond her years, making people instinctively trust her words.
“You often experience palpitations and chest tightness. When it gets severe, even getting out of bed feels like being cut by knives, and you break out in heavy sweats, not daring to move,” she said, noticing the old man and those around him growing more attentive. “You’ve probably seen Western doctors as well. They’ve given you cardiotonic injections, but the results weren’t good, so recently you’ve been relying on medication to maintain your condition, correct?”
Not just the old man—even the maid beside him was stunned.
Leaving aside how this young girl had just pulled the old man back from the brink of death, the way she described his condition in such precise detail was astonishing.
How did she do it?
Ordinary doctors would first have the patient describe their symptoms, then take their pulse, and only afterward prescribe medicine. But this young woman didn’t even need to ask—she went straight to the point.
This was the skill of a miracle doctor.
The old man himself looked emotional. “Young lady, how did you see all these symptoms?”
Yu Qiaoqiao glanced at his hand. “When I was performing CPR earlier, I took the chance to check your pulse. I could tell you’ve been suffering from this illness for decades. If what I said matches your condition, I can write you a prescription. Just have someone get the herbs from a traditional pharmacy and decoct them.”
“My illness… can it really be cured?” The old man’s voice trembled with excitement.
At his age, he had long given up hope. To suddenly hear that there might be a cure—it was a kind of hope only someone who had endured years of suffering could understand. It felt like the possibility of a new life.
Yu Qiaoqiao nodded seriously. “It can.”
Noticing that she seemed in a hurry, the old man asked, “Do you have something urgent to attend to?”
He wanted to discuss his condition further with her, and if possible, invite her home. After all, she had saved his life—it would only be proper to at least treat her to a meal.
Yu Qiaoqiao explained that she needed to go to a traditional pharmacy to buy medicinal herbs and acupuncture needles. The old man smiled upon hearing this.
“So that’s it. I happen to know people at the hospital. If you don’t mind, you can come with me—I’ll show you the way.”
Having someone guide her was exactly what she needed.
As they walked and chatted, they soon arrived at a residence. For that era, the place was exceptionally grand—there were even guards standing watch at the entrance.
Seeing the old man return, they all bowed respectfully.
He warmly invited Yu Qiaoqiao inside and instructed the servants to prepare tea and snacks. “Young lady, I don’t believe I know your surname yet.”
“My name is Yu Qiaoqiao. You can just call me Xiao Yu.”
“Good, Xiao Yu, come in.”
The house was spacious and bright, completely different from the village. Yu Qiaoqiao could tell that the old man’s status was far from ordinary.
Soon, the servants brought out an array of delicate snacks and tea. Yu Qiaoqiao accepted them politely and set them on the table without touching them.
“Grandpa, about what you said earlier—helping me get medicinal supplies and silver needles…”
Before she could finish, hurried footsteps sounded from outside—there seemed to be several people.
A clear young man’s voice rang out before he even entered. “Grandpa, are you alright?”
A young man, not much older than Yu Qiaoqiao, rushed in. He was tall and handsome, with refined features. His well-off upbringing showed in his carefree demeanor.
Following him were a middle-aged man and woman.
The man was composed, the woman gentle and elegant. From their bearing alone, it was clear they came from a wealthy and respectable family.
Lastly came a young woman, dressed in a bright jacket with braided hair and lively eyes. “Grandpa, are you okay?”
It was a family of four—the old man’s son, daughter-in-law, grandson, and granddaughter.
“I’m fine. Thanks to Xiao Yu, I got my life back,” the old man said casually, though his family couldn’t help but feel a wave of lingering fear.
The first young man immediately noticed Yu Qiaoqiao and bounded over enthusiastically. “What’s your name? You saved my grandpa, so you must be a doctor, right?” He sized her up. “You look even younger than me—what family are you from?”
He kept talking nonstop until the middle-aged man called out, “Ye Kangle, be more composed!”
Kangle grinned apologetically. “Sorry, I’m just really curious about you.”
The young woman also stepped forward. “Hello, I’m Ye Kangya. Thank you for saving my grandpa.”
Only then did Yu Qiaoqiao stand and smile. “It was just a small effort, nothing worth mentioning.” She was polite, calm, and composed.
Girls her age, when meeting a family like the Yes, would usually feel nervous or intimidated. Very few could remain as steady and unflustered as she was.
The middle-aged woman looked at her with clear admiration. “Xiao Yu, please sit. To you, it may have been a small effort, but to our Ye family, you saved all of us. We will never forget this kindness.”
Her voice was soft and gentle, yet carried an unmistakable grace and dignity.
Yu Qiaoqiao felt that the Ye family was easy to get along with.
The middle-aged man glanced at his wife, clearly agreeing. “Xiao Yu, you saved our father. If there’s anything you want or need, just say it—the Ye family will do everything we can.”
Yu Qiaoqiao shook her head. “I didn’t save Grandpa Ye to ask for anything in return. No matter who it was on the roadside today, I would have helped. Please don’t take it to heart.”
Ye Kangya sat affectionately beside her father, linking her arm with his. “Dad, Xiao Yu seems destined to be connected with our family, and I really like her. Why don’t you and Mom take her in as a goddaughter?”
As she spoke, she winked at Yu Qiaoqiao.
Kangya could tell that Yu Qiaoqiao’s clothes were plain and inexpensive—her family likely wasn’t well-off.
The Ye family valued loyalty and gratitude deeply. To them, a life-saving favor was greater than anything, so Kangya’s suggestion wasn’t unreasonable—she wanted to give Yu Qiaoqiao real support in return.
The middle-aged couple exchanged a glance, then looked at Yu Qiaoqiao, gauging her reaction.
Yu Qiaoqiao quickly waved her hands, about to refuse—but before she could speak, Ye Kangya ran over and covered her mouth.