Chen Yichen (陈亦辰)

shortly after the user managed to make the call.
She returned with the team and indicated exactly where she had left the boy.
When they finally managed to reach it, the professionals got to work quickly.
The user stood a few steps behind, observing.
"Watch your neck," she said immediately.
One of the paramedics looked at her.
— Were you the one who carried out this stabilization?
The user agreed.
The man observed the improvisation she had made.
Was it you?
I didn't have much material.
The paramedic continued to stare for a few seconds.
Even so… you did a good job.
User did not respond.
She simply watched the boy as they carefully placed him on the stretcher.
She couldn't relax all the way to the hospital.
I felt that I still hadn't done enough.
When they arrived, the ambulance doors opened immediately.
Trauma is coming!
The doctors arrived quickly.
The patient followed the stretcher as far as they allowed.
Wait!
One of the doctors looked at her.

• What it was?
  — He fell off a slope. He was unconscious for quite some time. When I found him, he was alone. I stabilized his neck and tended to the wounds as best I could.
  The doctor kept looking at her.
  Are you family?
• No.
  Are you a doctor?
  The user hesitated.
• No.
  The doctor didn't have time to ask any more questions.
  Let's take him.
  And the doors closed.
  The user was left waiting.
  One hour.
  Then another one.
  The hospital was silent at that time of night.
  She remained seated in a chair, holding her backpack.
  Every time a doctor appeared in the hallway, she would look up.
  But nobody came to talk to her.
  Until a nurse approached.
  Are you the girl who found the mountain patient?
  I am.
  The doctors are taking care of him.
  Is he alive?
  The nurse nodded.
  Yes. But we still need to wait.
  The user exhaled slowly.
  Can I stay?
  The nurse looked at her kindly.

Name: Lin Meihua (林美华)
Age: 67 years
Meihua raised Xiaoyu almost entirely on her own.
She is a simple, kind, and hardworking lady.
The house where they live is small.
Nothing luxurious.
But it's full of simple things that tell the story of both of them.
An old table.
Photos.
Books stacked on top of each other.
And a huge amount of Xiaoyu's medical notes.
The grandmother knows that her granddaughter loves medicine.
Sometimes, he wakes up in the middle of the night and finds Xiaoyu sleeping on top of a book.
Then she covers her granddaughter and whispers:
You'll still manage.
Xiaoyu never talks much about money around her.
Because she doesn't want her grandmother to feel guilty.
But Meihua knows.
He knows his granddaughter could be brilliant.
All you need is an opportunity.
🌿 The flower motif
That day, Xiaoyu had gone out to look for a rare flower because a neighbor needed help.
She wasn't doing it for the money.
In fact, the neighbor didn't even have the money to pay.
Xiaoyu simply said:
I'll try to find it.
Meihua tried to stop it:
Xiaoyu, this mountain is dangerous.
But the girl smiled.
I'll be careful, Grandma.
And it was precisely on that mountain…
That she met Chen Yichen.
The rich boy who had everything.
And she, the girl who had almost nothing…
Except for one piece of knowledge that no one had yet realized.
And perhaps that encounter would completely change their destinies. 🌿🏔️✨

Name: Chen Jian Guo (陈建国)
Age: 48 years
Profession: Businessman and president of a large business group.
Position: One of the most influential and wealthy men in the country.
To the public, Chen Jian Guo is known as a serious and cold businessman.
A person who is difficult to impress.
But inside the house…
He's just a father.
And his children are the only thing that can truly make him lose control.
He has three children:
The eldest daughter — responsible and very close to her father.
Chen Yichen — the middle child.
The youngest daughter — still a child and completely spoiled by her siblings.
Jian Guo had always been afraid of mountains.
Not because I was afraid of heights.
But because he knew his son liked to go too far.
"One day you're going to kill me with worry," he used to say.
And Yichen always laughed.
But when he received the call saying that his son had been found unconscious in the mountains…
Jian Guo simply remained silent.
For the first time in years…
He didn't know what to do.
His first question was:
Who found my son?
And the second:
Who was the person who kept him alive until help arrived?
When she discovers that it was a poor girl, without a degree, who studied medicine practically on her own…
He doesn't believe it.
In the beginning.
Until the paramedics recount what they found.
And one of them says:
"Mr. Chen... that girl did things that even trained people might have difficulty improvising in that situation."
And that makes Jian Guo want to meet her.

Name: Chen Yichen (陈亦辰)
Age: 19 years
Position in the family: Middle child.
He has:
an older sister;
a younger sister, still a child.
Chen Yichen grew up in an extremely wealthy family.
He had access to the best schools, trips, equipment, and practically everything he could want.
But there was one thing that no amount of money could replace for him:
the feeling of freedom.
And that was why he loved mountains.
Since adolescence, Yichen had been hiking and climbing. He usually went accompanied by friends and professionals.
His father never liked it when he went out.
— You have everything you need right here. Why do you need to climb a mountain?
Yichen always replied:
Because up there, nobody cares who my father is.
For him, the mountain was the only place where he wasn't "the Chen family's son."
It was just him.
🧗 The equipment
Yichen was extremely careful with his equipment.
He didn't wear just anything.
His rope was professional and expensive, purchased from a specialized company. It was constantly checked and shouldn't have broken like that.
But, on that day…
The rope he used wasn't the original one.
Someone had switched them.
The new rope looked virtually identical.
But it didn't have the same resistance.
And when Yichen began to cross the most dangerous part of the mountain…
The rope couldn't hold.
It shattered easily against the rock.
Until now, nobody knows:
Who changed the rope?
And most importantly:
Why?

🌿 1. The protagonist — the girl
Name: your name
Age: 18 years
Personality: Kind, intelligent, observant, and extremely determined. She's the type of person who helps others without expecting anything in return. Sometimes she forgets about her own problems because she's too busy trying to help others.
🩺 Your special ability
Xiaoyu has an impressive ability to observe details.
When someone is hurt, she doesn't just look at the person.
She observes:
the position of the arms;
the tilt of the head;
the way a person breathes;
small involuntary movements;
Signs on the face;
bruises;
swelling;
the way the body fell;
the surrounding environment.
Your mind starts putting all the information together quickly.
It's not like she has powers or can literally see inside the body. But it's as if her brain is able to assemble a mental image of the situation, based on everything she's studied.
From a young age, the user was fascinated by medicine.
She had an older friend who was studying medicine and, noticing her interest, he began lending her his books.
In the beginning, it was just a book.
Then two.
Then whole boxes.
The user read them all.
But it didn't stop there.
She frequented libraries, sought out old books, studied anatomy, first aid, diseases, ancient treatments, medicinal plants, and the history of medicine.
She also studied traditional medicine and the historical use of plants.
She didn't have a degree.
I didn't have money for college.
But I was aware.
And perhaps, too much knowledge for someone who had never had the opportunity.
🌸 The dream
Her biggest dream has always been to get into medical school.
But she lives with her grandmother and knows that their financial situation is difficult.
Therefore, when someone asked:
Do you want to be a doctor?
She was smiling.
But inside, I was always thinking:
"Wanting something doesn't mean I'll get it."

Because now I was no longer looking for a flower.
I was trying to save someone.
Finally, after a few minutes, the cell phone vibrated.
She stopped immediately.
He looked at the screen.
SIGNAL.

• I achieved…
  His hands were trembling as he made the call.
  Hello?! Please, I need help! There's an injured boy in the mountains!
  On the other end, the person started asking questions.
  — What is the location?
  — I… I can explain! Please send someone quickly!
  She gave all the information she could.
  Then she stood still, breathing heavily.
  And, for the first time since she had met that boy…
  She allowed fear to surface.
  He looked up at the top of the mountain.
  — Hold on…
  And then, at the hospital…
  The rescuers would arrive at the boy's location and be impressed because they would find everything organized in the best possible way for such an improvised situation.
  One of the paramedics might ask:
  Who did this?
  And she, still covered in dirt and completely exhausted, would reply:
• I.
  The paramedic would look at her.
  Are you a doctor?
  She would remain silent for a few seconds.
  Then I would reply:
• No.
• Student?
  She would lower her eyes.
• Neither.
  And here comes the most powerful part:
  So how did you know what to do?
  She looks at the ambulance taking the boy away and replies:

I need to stop you from moving until help arrives.
His eyes searched for something around him.
Branches.
Tissue.
Firm parts of a dried plant.
She found materials that could serve as support and, very carefully, improvised a stabilization around his head and neck, preventing him from moving.
When he finished, he stood there for a few seconds, observing.
I was not satisfied.
But, given the circumstances…
It was the best he could do.
Please… stay with me.
She got some water and tried to help him react, calling to him and checking if he responded.
Hey.
Nothing.
Hey, look at me.
Nothing.
She felt the fear beginning to creep in.
But I couldn't stop.
Not now.
He looked up at the sky.
The sun was disappearing.
Then he looked at his cell phone.
No signal.
Sure.
She tried again.
Nothing.
That's when he realized.
I needed to leave.
I needed to find a signal.
But to do that, he would have to cross back.
And the only way out was to climb back up the dangerous part of the rocks.
She looked at the attached rope.
The descent had already been difficult.
Going back would be worse.
Especially since it was getting dark now.
She approached the boy once more.
I'm going to get help.
Silence.
I know it seems like a terrible idea to leave you here, but I have no choice.
She carefully adjusted the material around him once more.
You're going to be okay.
He grabbed his backpack.
It started to go up.
A stone slipped.
She almost lost her balance.

• There!
  His heart raced.
  For a few seconds, he remained completely still.
  If it fell…
  No one would find the two of them.
  She looked down.
  The boy remained unconscious.
  Then he tightened the rope.
• Let's go.
  And he continued.
  When he finally reached the other side, his legs were trembling.
  But she didn't stop.
  He started running.
  He went down the mountain as fast as he could.
  Branches were hitting his arms.
  Stones slipped under their feet.
  She almost fell more than once.
  But he kept running.

She finally managed to reach him.
The girl fell to her knees beside him, breathing heavily after the descent.
Hey... can you hear me?
No response.
She approached.
First, he carefully checked if he was breathing.
Then he looked at his face.
His breathing was irregular.
There was dirt, dried blood, and minor injuries.
She quickly opened her backpack.
For a moment, his hands remained motionless on the first aid kit.
Then his expression changed.
As if everything else around them had disappeared.
She began to observe.
The way his body was positioned.
The way his head was tilted.
A strange tension in the shoulders.
Limited neck movement.
In her mind, the information began to organize itself.
Fall. Impact. Possible injury. Avoid unnecessary movement.
She closed her eyes for a second.
Okay…
He opened his backpack.
— Calm down. I can think.
But that phrase wasn't just for him.
It was for herself.
Because, for years, she had heard things she never forgot.
"You're intelligent, but that doesn't mean you can be a doctor."
"Medicine is not for everyone."
"You should choose something more realistic."
She had no money.
I had no contacts.
I didn't have a family that could afford an expensive university.
She lived with her grandmother in a simple house, and she knew that every coin needed to be carefully considered.
But none of that had stopped her from studying.
Used books.
Videos.
Notes.
Free classes.
Everything I could find.
She studied in secret during the early morning hours.
Not because anyone had believed her.
But because she believed.
And now…
For the first time…
All of that could make a difference.
She looked back at the boy.
Don't move.
He quickly cleaned the superficial wounds and protected them with the material he had in the kit. Then he checked the position of the neck again.

The descent was not direct. His body slid down the slope, crashing against rocks and branches before coming to a stop in a lower area of ​​the mountain.
After that…
Silence.
The sky began to change slowly.
The hours passed.
And while the boy lay unconscious among the rocks, completely alone…
On the other side of the mountain, a girl was searching for a flower.
A small flower.
Rare.
It is extremely important.
She held some notes as she walked, carefully observing each plant around her.
"It can't be that difficult..." he murmured.
But it was.
That flower only grew in specific regions and was almost never seen.
That's why she had chosen that mountain.
It was dangerous.
But it was the place where he had the best chance of finding her.
She continued climbing, pushing some branches out of the way, when something caught her attention.
A rope.
She was trapped near a rock.
But something was wrong.
The girl approached slowly.
The rope was…
Broken.
She held one of the ends and looked down.
His heart stopped for a moment.
There was something between the stones.
She leaned forward a little more, trying to see.
And then he saw.
One person.

• My God…
  She immediately started looking for a way down.
  "Hey!" he shouted. "Can you hear me?!"
  No response.
  His heart began to beat faster.
  She looked again.
  He was a boy.
  And he wasn't moving.
  The girl clenched her hands, trying to remain calm.
  There was no cell phone signal.
  There was nobody around.
  And the sun…
  It was beginning to disappear behind the mountains.
  She looked at the backpack.
  Then for the boy.
  And he made a decision.
  "Hang in there," she said, even though she knew he probably couldn't hear her. "I'm not going to leave you here alone."
  And, for the first time that afternoon…
  She completely forgot about the flower she had gone to look for.
  Because now he had found something much more important.
  Someone who needed her.

The cold wind rustled through the trees as he adjusted his backpack.
"Are you really going alone?" asked one of his friends, still trying to convince him to give up.
He let out a small laugh.
I've hiked this trail several times.
But never alone.
— At some point, it had to be the first time.
He looked once more at the path leading up the mountain. The sun was still high, illuminating the enormous rock formations in the distance. That was precisely why he loved climbing mountains: the feeling of freedom, the silence, and the views that few people dared to seek.
"I'll be back before dark," he said, making a farewell gesture.
But I wouldn't go back.
At least, not that day.
He started climbing on his own.
At first, everything went normally. The path was familiar, and his steps were firm. He only stopped a few times to drink water and admire the scenery.
The higher he climbed, the harder it became.
After a few hours, he arrived at a region different from the others. Large stones formed a kind of narrow passage, and to continue he would need to cross a steeper part of the mountain.
He approached the rope stuck between the rocks.
It looked old, but still sturdy.
He held it in his hands and tested its weight.
Hang in there.
He started to cross.
One step.
Then another one.
The wind got stronger.
He looked down for just a few seconds and continued.
That's when he heard a strange sound.
Crrr…
He stopped.
He frowned and looked at the rope.

• What…?
  Another sound.
  Higher.
  CRAC.
  His eyes widened.
  The rope began to unravel.
  No, no, no—
  He tried to push himself up to reach the nearest rock, but his foot slipped.
  For a few seconds, he managed to hold on.
  But the rope had already been damaged for days.
  A rock had struck part of it during a recent storm, weakening its fibers without anyone noticing.
  And at that moment…
  It finally broke down.
  He fell.