"Secretary Zheng?"

The middle-aged woman turned around upon hearing the familiar voice and greeted the man in a light blue Zhongshan suit.

Yang Xiaole also turned around to look.

The man, who appeared to be in his fifties, had wrinkles all over his face and stood upright, looking like a former soldier.

He walked out and said, "Comrade, thank you so much. I didn't expect her to be saved. You have taught us a valuable lesson!"

After speaking, he extended his hand and said, "I am Secretary Zheng Shanhe from Xidan Department Store."

"Hello!"

Yang Xiaole could only shake his hand and thought to himself that the name sounded impressive.

But he looked at the woman lying on the ground and said, "Although her heartbeat and breathing have recovered, she is still in a coma. We should hurry and take her to the hospital."

Although she is alive, there is still a possibility of brain death.

She needs to be treated at a proper hospital.

Zheng Shanhe was surprised and then his face turned cold. "Where is the health worker from Xidan? Why hasn't he arrived yet?"

"I'm here, I'm here."

At this moment, a clear voice came from the crowd, sounding anxious. Then a woman with sweat on her forehead came out.

She was probably in her mid-twenties, with her hair sticking to her skin.

She was wearing a green military uniform.

Behind her were two men carrying a makeshift stretcher and the girl mentioned by the middle-aged woman.

As soon as she arrived, she explained, "Secretary Zheng, someone in the neighboring restaurant had a heatstroke, and I just treated them there!"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Shanhe didn't say anything.

Xidan Department Store was quite large, so it had its own medical room. The nearby small shops and units with fewer people shared this resource.

He pointed to the patient on the ground and said, "The patient has just been rescued. Quickly arrange for someone to take her to the hospital."

"Rescued?"

He Suqin was surprised and quickly squatted down to check, then listened with a stethoscope for a while.

Then she looked up and said, "Hmm, the patient's heartbeat has indeed recovered. Huh! You're awake?"

As she spoke, the pale woman slowly opened her eyes.

Hua Yourong also noticed that her mother had woken up and hurriedly called out to her.

"Mom, mom!"

She looked around.

He Suqin asked anxiously, "Comrade, how do you feel? Any discomfort? Let's take you to the hospital now!"

"No need!"

The woman's face was pale, and she weakly shook her head, struggling to speak a few words, but her voice was already hoarse.

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Yang Xiaole felt that it would be better to take her to the hospital and persuaded her, "Let's still go, get checked, heart problems are not a small matter."

"Let me rest for a while, I'll be fine soon. It's an old problem of mine."

People's awareness of safety was not as strong back then. When they heard that she had come back to life, they felt that everything was fine. So there was no further persuasion.

Yang Xiaole shook his head and didn't say anything more.

"Alright, alright, as long as she's fine. Everyone, disperse!"

Zheng Shanhe saw that everyone was still watching and was worried about the bad influence, so he quickly asked everyone to leave.

Seeing that the woman was fine, everyone dispersed.

Only a few staff members of the department store remained.

He Suqin looked at the woman's pale and sweaty face and said, "Go to the medical room on the first floor and rest for a while. If it doesn't get better, we'll take you to the hospital."

The woman thought for a moment and nodded. Sitting on the cement floor was not a good idea.

Seeing her nod, He Suqin quickly said to the people next to her, "Qingyang, take her to the medical room and get her some sweet soup to drink."

"Okay!"

The two young men next to her agreed and came over to lift the patient onto the stretcher.

At this time, Zheng Shanhe turned to Hua Yourong and kindly asked, "Girl, where is your father? Which unit does he work in? We'll call his unit and ask him to come."

Hua Yourong glanced at her mother and hesitated before saying, "Uncle, I don't have a father!"

Upon hearing this, Secretary Zheng looked pitiful.

Seeing that the stretcher had been lifted, he didn't think much about it. "Alright, you go to the medical room with them. If it doesn't get better, go to the hospital."

"Thank you, Uncle. Thank you, Auntie!"

Hua Yourong thanked the two of them and then looked at Yang Xiaole. "Thank you, without you, my mother might not have made it. What's your name? I'm from Damu Cang Elementary School, Class 5A. Which school are you from?"

"My name is Yang Xiaole."

He didn't mention the school, and 5A was actually the first class of the grade.

Now they use A, B, C, D instead.

He was one year younger because rural schools had a five-year system, while urban elementary schools had a six-year system. That's why rural children couldn't compete with urban children.

"Yang Xiaole, thank you. I won't talk to you anymore. I have to take care of my mother."

Hua Yourong greeted them and the stretcher was lifted.

After they left, Yang Xiaole looked at the only person left beside him and awkwardly smiled.

At this moment, his dad, Yang Guangzhi, was looking at him with a pleased expression in his eyes.

"Dad!"Upon hearing the voice, Zheng Shanhe looked over, "Comrade, are you the child's father?"

Yang Guangzhi walked over with a smile, "Yes, I'm his father, Yang Guangzhi."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Zheng Shanhe, a high-ranking official from Xidan Shopping Mall. Comrade Yang Guangzhi, you have a good son!"

He then asked curiously, "Who did he learn this from?"

Although the two had changed their clothes, they were still very worn, and their faces bore the obvious marks of wind and sun exposure. They must have come from the countryside.

That's why he found it strange that Yang Xiaole could save people so proficiently.

Yang Guangzhi was also puzzled and asked his son, "Where did you learn this?"

Yang Xiaole replied with a smile, "I've been to the Health Clinic so many times that I've picked up a thing or two."

He then briefly explained.

After hearing this, Zheng Shanhe finally understood.

He looked at them with a regretful expression.

Then he said to Yang Guangzhi, "Where are you from? I will report your son's good deeds to my superiors and even hold a meeting to promote it."

"No need, no need!"

Yang Guangzhi quickly waved his hand to refuse. Why all this fuss?

"No, it's necessary!"

After saying this, Zheng Shanhe turned to the woman next to him, "Big Sister Zhang, I will also praise your actions in the meeting and give you a bonus of two yuan at the end of the month."

Upon hearing this, Big Sister Zhang was delighted, "Ouch! That's great, thank you, Secretary Zheng! I'll go back first."

After saying this, she returned to the sales area with an envious swallow.

After everyone had left, Zheng Shanhe turned to Yang Guangzhi, "Comrade Yang, where's your certificate? Give it to me, I need to register it."

Seeing this, Yang Guangzhi handed over the certificate with a smile.

Why wouldn't he be happy that his son's good deeds were being reported?

Zheng Shanhe began to record it with a pen.

Looking around the large shopping mall, Yang Xiaole thought for a moment and asked Zheng Shanhe, "Secretary Zheng, I want to buy some cloth, but we don't have any cloth tickets..."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Shanhe looked up, somewhat troubled.

Cloth was usually sold with cloth tickets, and cloth without tickets was too expensive. Should he reward them with some cloth tickets?

Just as he was hesitating, Yang Xiaole quickly said, "Secretary Zheng, I don't want other cloth tickets. I'm asking if you have any defective cloth here, the kind that doesn't require tickets."

Defective cloth was easy to understand.

It was cloth with obvious defects that occurred during weaving and dyeing. No one would want to buy it as normal cloth.

So, to get rid of these, they didn't require tickets, and the price was reduced by a third.

But it was the favorite of the poor.

It was great for making linings and bed sheets.

Once it appeared, it would cause a frenzy.

The Commune also sold it, but it was basically all taken by the insiders. There was no chance for the rural people.

He didn't believe that such a large shopping mall didn't have a quota for defective cloth?

Upon hearing this, Zheng Shanhe laughed, "You mean that? No problem, follow me to the first floor. We just received a batch of defective cloth in the warehouse yesterday. We're sorting it out and planning to sell it in the next few days!"

Anyway, it was all for sale, and the other party was paying.

This didn't violate any principles.

However, he still looked at Yang Guangzhi, after all, the adult had to make the decision.

Yang Guangzhi hesitated.

Seeing his expression, Yang Xiaole was so angry!

It was so hard to buy cloth without tickets, and he was still reluctant. What was he thinking!

"Dad, we spent 4 yuan on medical treatment! Let's buy some cloth to take home! Look at what I'm wearing, it's all in such a state. Only my eldest brother wore new clothes a few years ago.

Big Sister, me, Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother, we all wear the clothes that my eldest brother can't fit into anymore, mending and patching them for the younger ones to wear.

And look at mom, has she worn new clothes all year round?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guangzhi's face turned red.

After thinking for a while, he nodded, "Alright, let's buy some."

As for the money borrowed from the village, he could only slowly pay it back later. Although his son said it could be written off, he still felt embarrassed.

Yang Xiaole didn't know what he was thinking.

If he knew, should he praise him for being simple?

Or should he praise him for being stubborn?

Secretary Zheng led them downstairs with a smile, and the two naturally followed.

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