A small crowd gathered, but no one dared to step forward to help or call for an ambulance.

Catherine frowned, torn between staying to wait for Richard and rushing to assist the fallen man.

In the end, she clutched her documents tightly and sprinted toward the commotion, driven by a sense of responsibility.

Thanks to her father's illness, Catherine had taken the time to learn basic first aid. The moment she saw the elderly man on the ground, she recognized the signs of a heart attack.

Catherine stepped forward, intending to help the elderly man up, but the onlookers quickly discouraged her.

"Young lady, there are too many people faking accidents these days to scam others, especially older folks Like him. You'd better not get involved..."

Understanding their concerns, Catherine patiently explained, "I know a bit about first aid. This gentleman is genuinely having a heart attack. Please step back and give him space-I'll call for an ambulance."

As she spoke, she gently adjusted the man's posture to the most suitable position and checked if he was carrying any emergency medication.

Finally, she found the medication and prepared to administer it, but as soon as she got a clear look at the man's face, she froze. This ailing elderly man was none other than the person she had been waiting for all day—

Richard.

Relief washed over her. Catherine was grateful she had rushed over to help.

Otherwise, not only would she have missed her chance to meet Richard, but delaying his treatment could have led to far graver consequences.

If anything had happened to him, she would have been wracked with guilt.

After giving him the medication, Richard's condition gradually improved. The crowd around them, seeing the change, began to praise Catherine for her quick thinking and courage. Some even expressed guilt for their earlier skepticism and passive onlooking.

Catherine didn't hold it against them. She said calmly, "I only stepped in because I knew a bit about what to do. Now that the ambulance is here, could some of you help lift him onto the stretcher?"

The onlookers were more than willing to lend a hand.

Catherine thanked them and followed the ambulance to the hospital. Once there, she contacted Richard's family using the information provided by his assistant, Mr. Zhang.

After ensuring all the necessary hospital arrangements were in place, Catherine took a moment to glance through the glass window of the hospital room. Richard, though awake, still looked frail. She gripped the folder she had prepared earlier and sighed softly.

Now wasn't the time to discuss business. What Richard needed most was rest and recovery.

She would have to wait until he was better to approach him again.

Lowering her gaze, Catherine turned to leave, only to find herself face-to-face with several people.

She immediately recognized them—they were Richard's son and grandsons.

Leading the group was Richard's eldest son, who, upon seeing Catherine, quickly identified her.

"So you're the one who saved my father. Thank you so much! If it weren't for you, who knows what might have happened..."