Ignorance is no crime. If Zhu Yanyi had not known about this, she would not have cared. But now that she knew, as a healer, she had to go. Saving even one life in a crisis was a form of karmic merit.
Zhu Yanyi’s family and the Cheng family, except for Chen Ailian and Xie Xinlian who stayed to guard their luggage, followed the direction the train conductor had gone. Even if there was no danger, it was worth seeing the commotion, and no one would suspect them.
Carriage Number Six was a hard sleeper car. It was already crowded with people. Chinese people are like this; if there is a spectacle, even if it has nothing to do with them, they want to take a look. Although few people traveled at this time, the carriage was not empty. People from other carriages had also come to watch, making the crowd quite dense.
Seeing the overcrowded situation, Zhu Yanyi smiled bitterly. "Dad, Godfather, I think one of you should stay with me to go in. The other should send Sister, Douya, and Brother Cheng Chen back. We probably won't be able to watch the show." Indeed, watching was impossible. With so many people pushing, an accident could easily happen.
Zhu Shun Yao thought for a moment. "I will stay. I am strong and can help if something happens."
Cheng Baokun had no objection. He only said to Zhu Yanli, Cheng Chen, and Zhu Zhibin, "Let's go back to our compartment. We can't watch the show."
Although they were a bit disappointed not to see the spectacle, seeing so many people squeezed into the aisle made them nervous. So, without objection, they returned with Cheng Baokun.
After they left, Zhu Yanyi led Zhu Shun Yao. She secretly activated the Eighteen Touches technique. Skillfully, she guided Zhu Shun Yao to the front. If used well, the Eighteen Touches allowed no one to get close, nor could anyone sneak up for an attack. This was one of the martial arts secrets left by the Azure Sovereign Qingdi. From this, one could see that the Azure Sovereign Qingdi had a slight cleanliness obsession. However, it was understandable that doctors often had such habits, disliking strangers getting too close. Zhu Yanyi practiced it not for this reason, but out of a habit from her past life, disliking strangers approaching her. Over the years, it had been effective. Moreover, this technique that kept people at bay did not reveal itself; here, it only felt like she was being squeezed through the crowd.
In the compartment, a railway police officer was maintaining order. The patient lay on the lower bunk. The train conductor looked at the train doctor and whispered, "Is there no way?"
"I only carry common medicines. I have no drugs to treat asthma," the train doctor said. He had not expected so many things to happen on this trip. First, human traffickers drugged people, then an asthma patient had an attack. The drug from the traffickers was harmless, just making people sleep. But the asthma patient was in trouble.
"Is there a doctor here?" The train conductor could only ask the passengers watching the commotion. If that failed, he would use the broadcast.
"Uncle Conductor. I will do it." Zhu Yanyi scanned the crowd. Seeing no one step forward, and knowing the asthma patient could not wait any longer, she spoke up.
"Yanyi? Can you treat her?" The train conductor knew Zhu Yanyi’s name after becoming familiar with Zhu Shun Yao and Cheng Baokun.
Zhu Yanyi smiled slightly. "I have studied medicine since I was little." She walked over to the patient. Zhu Shun Yao handed her the medical kit.