The next day, Zhang Wei walked Little Ning to school. As they passed through the playground, a woman approached them, her face etched with worry. “Mr. Zhang,” she said hesitantly, “I heard about what you did at the market. Please, can you help my son?”

Zhang Wei looked down to see a pale, frail boy clutching his mother’s hand. The child’s eyes were sunken, and his breathing was labored. Zhang Wei knelt, his heart aching at the sight. “What’s wrong with him?” he asked gently. The woman’s voice broke as she explained. “The doctors say it’s a rare condition. They don’t know how to treat it. We’ve tried everything, but… he’s getting worse.”

Zhang Wei placed his hand on the boy’s wrist, closing his eyes. Through his enhanced senses, he could feel the boy’s life force—weak and flickering like a dying flame. “I can help him,” Zhang Wei said after a moment, his voice firm. The woman gasped, tears streaming down her face. “You can? How?”

“Bring him to my home tomorrow,” Zhang Wei replied. “I’ll prepare the treatment.” As they parted ways, Zhang Wei felt a deep sense of purpose. This was why he had been given a second chance—to heal, to save, and to protect those who needed him most.The next day, Zhang Wei walked Little Ning to school. As they passed through the playground, a woman approached them, her face etched with worry. “Mr. Zhang,” she said hesitantly, “I heard about what you did at the market. Please, can you help my son?”

Zhang Wei looked down to see a pale, frail boy clutching his mother’s hand. The child’s eyes were sunken, and his breathing was labored. Zhang Wei knelt, his heart aching at the sight. “What’s wrong with him?” he asked gently. The woman’s voice broke as she explained. “The doctors say it’s a rare condition. They don’t know how to treat it. We’ve tried everything, but… he’s getting worse.”

Zhang Wei placed his hand on the boy’s wrist, closing his eyes. Through his enhanced senses, he could feel the boy’s life force—weak and flickering like a dying flame. “I can help him,” Zhang Wei said after a moment, his voice firm. The woman gasped, tears streaming down her face. “You can? How?”

“Bring him to my home tomorrow,” Zhang Wei replied. “I’ll prepare the treatment.” As they parted ways, Zhang Wei felt a deep sense of purpose. This was why he had been given a second chance—to heal, to save, and to protect those who needed him most.The next day, Zhang Wei walked Little Ning to school. As they passed through the playground, a woman approached them, her face etched with worry. “Mr. Zhang,” she said hesitantly, “I heard about what you did at the market. Please, can you help my son?”

Zhang Wei looked down to see a pale, frail boy clutching his mother’s hand. The child’s eyes were sunken, and his breathing was labored. Zhang Wei knelt, his heart aching at the sight. “What’s wrong with him?” he asked gently. The woman’s voice broke as she explained. “The doctors say it’s a rare condition. They don’t know how to treat it. We’ve tried everything, but… he’s getting worse.”

Zhang Wei placed his hand on the boy’s wrist, closing his eyes. Through his enhanced senses, he could feel the boy’s life force—weak and flickering like a dying flame. “I can help him,” Zhang Wei said after a moment, his voice firm. The woman gasped, tears streaming down her face. “You can? How?”

“Bring him to my home tomorrow,” Zhang Wei replied. “I’ll prepare the treatment.” As they parted ways, Zhang Wei felt a deep sense of purpose. This was why he had been given a second chance—to heal, to save, and to protect those who needed him most.