Chapter 6: A Small Kindness

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Ramon smiled after Mateo's repeated reminders. "Got it, Mateo. Why would I wander up to the eighth floor for no reason?" "Good, as long as you know. I've already shown you what's important. Do another walk on your own and get familiar with the place," Mateo said, then turned away. Ramon walked the route again. His first day was about learning the ropes. On his second day, for convenience, he wore the Zhulsea Construction Company security uniform. He stepped off the bus and waited at the traffic light. The company was right across the street. The pedestrian light turned green, and he moved with the morning crowd onto the crosswalk. Suddenly, people in front stopped short, and a middle-aged man clutched his chest, then collapsed to the ground. The moment he fell, bystanders stepped back a few paces. No one knew what had happened, and no one dared to touch him. "Call an ambulance!" "What's wrong? Where does it hurt?" "Do you need help?" Several people spoke up at once, worried but hesitant. The man's lips began to turn blue, and he started to go into shock. People stopped and gathered. Someone was already dialing 911. Another called the police. People kept their distance, but no one left. "I have some medical training. Let me take a look," Ramon said. As anxiety mounted, he pushed through and knelt by the fallen man. "You're so young. Do you know what you're doing?" "That uniform doesn't say doctor." "It's rush hour, ambulances might be slow. What if he can help?" "In times like this, just having the courage deserves respect." Voices rose and fell as Ramon settled beside the man. He took the pulse, felt the erratic flutter. It was a sudden cardiac episode, shock already setting in. If no one intervened, the man might not make it. The situation was urgent. Ramon didn't hesitate. He pressed on the man's sternum a few steady times, then looked up. "Someone, run to the pharmacy across the street and bring back a box of needles. Hurry!" "I'll go, I'll go," a young man said, and sprinted off. A blue Porsche waited at the light. Seeing the crowd gathered at the crosswalk, the driver, Harley Ashby, opened her door and, on instinct, got out to look. She arrived just as Ramon was doing chest compressions. What caught her eye first was the uniform. It was one of her security guards. The runner returned, out of breath, thrusting the box into Ramon's hand. "Got... got it." Ramon nodded, tore the box open, and, with swift, practiced ease, inserted the needles at key acupoints. The onlookers watched his hands move with fluid precision, and a soft murmur of awe rippled through the circle. Any doubts they had disappeared. Most of them knew nothing about medicine, especially traditional medicine. That field felt far away. But skills like that couldn't be faked without years of hard practice. Who was this kid, and why was he in a security uniform? While the crowd gawked, Harley's eyes lit up with surprise and delight. She hadn't expected this kind of talent on her security team. The man on the ground gave a faint gasp and slowly came around. Ramon withdrew the needles and asked, "How do you feel?" "Thank you, thank you!" the man said, gratitude tumbling out. "No need. Just a small kindness," Ramon replied, and stood up. Applause broke out from the onlookers. A few older people nodded and said, "Well done, young man." Ramon smiled and headed toward the company across the street. Harley watched him walk away, lost in thought, then returned to her car, her heels tapping lightly on the pavement. For Ramon, none of it was worth mentioning. As he had said, it was just a small kindness. In his view, a doctor should be kind-hearted. He would never have brought it up. But someone else did. Back in her office, Harley called her secretary. "Bring me the files of the security team." "Yes, Ms. Ashby," her secretary said. Soon, the secretary came in with a heavy stack. Each file had an ID photo attached. Harley leafed through them one by one. She then found Ramon's file. Ramon's height was 178 cm. He weighed 75 kg. He came from Pudrana Village. No work experience. Harley paused over his file, her curiosity deepening. Ramon looked ordinary, even a little underwhelming. Yet, his actions this morning had caught her attention. Her grandfather, Alberto, also suffered from heart disease. Because of his age, surgery was too risky, so he had a caregiver with him at all times. He'd been on herbal medicine for some time, with little effect. After what she had witnessed, an idea began to take root. She wanted Ramon to take a look at Alberto. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed Ramon was a skillful healer. Once she decided, Harley called her secretary again. "Take these files back. Then go to the security department and ask Ramon Baxter to come to my office." "Yes, Ms. Ashby," Joanne, the secretary, said. She was burning with questions, but she held them in. Joanne found Drew. "Where's Ramon Baxter? Ms. Ashby wants to see him." "Ms. Ashby wants to see Ramon?" Drew's voice shot up in surprise. Ramon had only been in security for two days, and he already had a summons from the boss. He must know Harley, slumming it in the security department to keep a low profile. Thank goodness Drew hadn't offended him. "Is there a problem?" Joanne asked. "No, no problem. I'll go get him now," Drew said, and hurried off. Ramon was at the reception booth by the front gate. Drew strode in, but before he spoke, Ramon looked up. "Captain." "Call me Drew. You're the man. Come with me, Ms. Ashby wants to see you." Drew had decided Ramon was no simple hire. Better to get on his good side early. Without someone powerful in Drew's corner, it was hard to get far.

Chapter 6: A Small Kindness

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