Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 24: Miracle Water Saves a Life!

Lin Wan Yi stood inside the door, the warm yellow light casting a soft glow on her, forming a stark contrast to the frenzied-looking woman outside.

She did not immediately agree nor did she immediately refuse.

She merely looked at Sister He, her voice calm without a hint of disturbance: "Sister He, please don’t rush. I’m not a doctor. You plead with me like this, how can I save?"

As soon as she spoke, those who were prepared to watch the drama or see how Lin Wan Yi would be coerced were all stunned.

Indeed, she is not a doctor, how can she save someone?

Sister He was also stuck, she instinctively clung to this last straw of hope. Being questioned softly by Lin Wan Yi, she was rather incoherent: "Coal! Your coal! Doctor Wang said Baoqiang needs a smoke-free, clean, and warm place... I beg you, Mr. Lin, just let my Baoqiang stay at your place for one night, just one night!"

As she spoke, she was really about to kneel down.

A large hand stretched out from behind Lin Wan Yi, firmly supporting Sister He’s arm.

It was Gu Yanshen. At some point, he had gotten dressed, and his tall figure stood like a mountain behind his wife, without speaking, but the overwhelming presence quieted the surrounding murmurs.

Lin Wan Yi turned her head to glance at him, then said to Sister He, "Sister He, staying at my place is not a long-term solution. Come, I’ll go with you to the health team and first check on the child’s condition."

She didn’t say she agreed nor did she say she disagreed, but chose to face the problem together.

This calmness made many of the military wives present nod silently.

A group of people hurried to the health team.

In the health team, the atmosphere was so heavy it seemed to drip with tension.

Six-year-old Baoqiang lay on the sickbed, his small face turning purple, his chest heaving violently, and his throat issuing "hoo-hoo" sounds like a broken bellows.

Doctor Wang was sweating profusely, using the stethoscope again and again, finally putting it down helplessly and shaking his head at Political Commissar Wang who had just arrived.

"Commissar, it’s not working! Acute asthma combined with smoke allergy, the smoke from this poor-quality coal is too toxic! Our medicine here simply can’t control it, unless you can send him immediately to the Military Region General Hospital, but it’s freezing cold, and it takes two hours on the road..."

He didn’t finish, but everyone present understood, the child might not last that long.

Upon hearing this, Sister He’s legs went weak, and she collapsed by the bedside, crying heartbreakingly.

Political Commissar Wang, usually eloquent on stage, now had reddened eyes, hands trembling as he held his son, unable to utter a word.

The entire room had only the sound of the child’s wheezing and the woman’s sobbing.

In this despair, Lin Wan Yi walked over.

She took out a small military water bottle from her fabric bag.

"Doctor Wang," she began, her voice not loud yet exceptionally clear, "the child is wheezing like this, lips cracked, he might be dehydrated. I have some warm water here just aired before I came out, clean, should help soothe his throat, will it make him feel better?"

Doctor Wang was agitated, didn’t even look at her, impatiently waved his hand: "Soothe the throat for what use! Now it’s bronchospasm!"

Sister He, as if grasping something, suddenly raised her head, snatched the water bottle from Lin Wan Yi’s hand, and shakily fed it to her son’s lips: "Baoqiang, drink some water, mom’s feeding you water..."

The child, in his coma, instinctively swallowed a few mouthfuls.

Miracle, under everyone’s watch, occurred.

Those few mouthfuls of clear warm water took less than a dozen seconds.

Baoqiang’s frighteningly violent wheezing unexpectedly slowed down, visibly calming.

The terrifying "hoo-hoo" sound in his throat vanished, replaced by weak yet steady breathing.

His face, originally cyanotic, gradually returned to its rosy hue.

The room was deathly quiet.

Sister He’s crying stopped, she covered her mouth, unable to believe as she looked at her son.

Doctor Wang’s eyes nearly popped out, he seemed electrified, suddenly pounced to the bedside, grabbed the stethoscope and placed it on Baoqiang’s chest.

One second, two seconds, ten seconds...

His expression shifted from agitation to astonishment to incredulity.

"Stable... breathing is stable! Heartbeat also... also normal!" Hand trembling as he held the stethoscope, he felt the child’s wrist pulse, then suddenly turned, stared fixedly at the ordinary water bottle in Lin Wan Yi’s hand.

"This... this is impossible! This defies medical logic! What... what is in this water?!"

Sister He realized, falling with a thud, this time no one could stop her, she knelt straight before Lin Wan Yi, bowing fervently.

"Mr. Lin! No, benefactor! You are my Baoqiang’s savior! I’m bowing to you!"

"Sister He, stand up quickly!" Lin Wan Yi hurriedly went to help her, Gu Yanshen also stepped forward, firmly assisting her up.

"I...I don’t know how to thank you!" Sister He said incoherently, holding her hand, "I still have several gold bars I took with me when I got married, and money, fabric vouchers, I will give them all to you! As long as you..."

"Sister He."

Lin Wan Yi interrupted her.

She helped Sister He steady herself, but her gaze swept over everyone present, finally landing on the poker-faced Political Commissar Wang.

Her voice was clear and firm.

"I don’t want your gold bars, nor your thanks. I just want to ask one thing, today I was lucky enough to save Baoqiang. What about the other children in the courtyard?"

"The boy from Sister in law Zhang’s house, the girl from Li Xiujuan’s house, and the baby still in Sister in law Liu’s arms, they’ve been coughing all day and night, are we going to let them keep coughing?"

"Today it was the Commissar’s child who was affected, so it alarmed everyone. If it were a child of an ordinary soldier, would they just have to accept their fate?"

Her words were like a sharp knife, exposing the tacit reality everyone knew.

She took a step forward, directly facing Political Commissar Wang.

"The root of the problem is never about whose family has good coal. It’s about who decided on that batch of poor-quality coal and sent it to us, the military families!"

"Solving one child’s problem is just treating the symptoms. Find the person who disregards our health, replace all the poor-quality coal, that’s treating the root!"

"Political Commissar Wang, tell me, is this justice only sought for your Baoqiang, or for everyone in our entire courtyard?"

These words were powerful.

Instantly elevating a private plea and gratitude to the height of collective interest and disciplinary fairness concerning the entire military district courtyard!

Political Commissar Wang looked at the woman before him.

She seemed slender, appearing as someone needing protection, yet at this moment, the light and strength she emitted made even him, who was accustomed to big scenes, feel a jolt.

He glanced deeply at his son peacefully sleeping in the sickbed, then looked at his wife so overwhelmed she couldn’t speak, and the dumbfounded doctor next to her.

Finally, all his focus centered on Lin Wan Yi.

Bypassing his wife, he walked quickly toward Lin Wan Yi, stood firm.

This usually authoritative man, at this moment, suppressed all emotions, using an unprecedented, almost pleading tone, spoke word by word.

"Mr. Lin, in this matter, you say, how should we act?"