Volume 1 Chapter 71

  Others may have insomnia, but Ye Lao Si slept soundly. The next morning, he rushed to find Liang Zi and this time directly blocked the door of his house.

  "Hey! Liang Zinan didn't give you anything else." Ye Laosi said with a sly smile, poking him.

  "Here you are, wait for a moment." Liang Zi went into the house and brought out a cowhide paper bag to hand over to him, "The specific operation is inside, take a look yourself!"

  Ye Lao Si held onto his bag and didn't seem anxious anymore. "Liang Zi, I won't ask you for it, does that mean you're not planning on giving it to me?"

  "Of course, Nannan said that if you don't come to find me and don't believe what she wrote, it just proves that you have no vision. If you don't want her wealth, then there won't be any follow-up." Liangzi sat at the dining table, continuing to eat his breakfast.

  "Hey! Not even a word about getting me some breakfast!" Ye Laosi shouted. "Is this how you treat your guests?"

  "Here it is, here it is." Aunt Liang brought up a breakfast dish.

  Ye Lao Si stood up and said: "Hehe... thank you, Aunt Liang."

  "Hurry up and eat! It's still hot!" said Liang Shu, and then went out again to take care of his daughter-in-law.

  Ye Laosi quickly finished eating, opened the bag, and looked inside. It was some Japanese trademarks that Fang Mosheng had hastily registered, along with a letter of authorization addressed to him. Seeing this, Ye Laosi also understood her intention - she was giving him money, and how much he could make depended on his own abilities. As for capital operations, Fang Mosheng also listed many simple and easy-to-understand examples for his reference.

  Afterwards, Ye Lao Si returned from Hong Kong with nearly ten million US dollars and sighed: "Money can actually be earned this way, it's even more exciting than robbing a bank."

  Fang Mo Nan saw it and said he was too petty, this little money could be dismissed. Hmm! Shaking his head.

  Mr. He also confirmed the authenticity of those economic data from various channels, he just didn't expect it to be so fast. In the Soviet Union, they were bought at a very small cost, and the rest was preparation.

  The two countries have been severed for many years, and Ye Lao Si, a money-making enthusiast, is going to go. Mr. He and Ye are still not very reassured, so they decided to let He Junyao, who is currently in military school, accompany him on his first trip. With him protecting them, the elderly of both families were finally at ease. After thorough preparation, it was already early next year.

  Fang Mo Nan arrived in Philadelphia just in time for the morning, with crisp autumn air. Her aunt and Mo Bei came to pick her up, their eyes shining like they had seen food. They were overly enthusiastic.

  "What's wrong with you two? Don't be like this! It's just two months." Fang Mo Nan looked at the two of them, one on each side, driving her, and wished she could fly directly home.

  "You're finally back, the days without you were really hard to get through, especially for our stomachs." Xiaoyi said with a bitter face. "This is all thanks to your uncle staying here for two weeks, otherwise we would have really starved to death." Uncle also made some delicious dishes, but they couldn't be compared to Fang Mernan's cooking, and for Xiaoyi and the others, it was still a treat.

  Hurriedly driving home, Fang Mo Nan was thrown into the kitchen by the two of them, who stood at the door eagerly waiting for food.

  "You go out first, I'll make a simple one. Let's have another 'Manchu Han Imperial Feast' at noon." said Fang Mo Nan

  "Alright! Let's hurry up, we'll start with something to fill our stomachs." Mo Bei and Xiao Yi stood at the kitchen door, staring intently as she chopped and cooked with swift and precise movements. This posture was truly elegant and beautiful, who knew cooking could be so visually appealing?

  Fang Mo Nan cooked while chatting with them about how they had been doing for the past two months without her. In the end, the two of them ate the noodles and soup to their heart's content. The conclusion was that either they would learn to cook themselves or never let Fang Mo Nan leave again.

  At noon, another sumptuous meal came, and finally the two of them were full. The two went to school separately. Fang Mo Nan called Stacy and said he would see her later, then took a taxi to the suburbs.

  The streets of Philadelphia are very bright and tidy. Fang Mo Nan took a taxi to Stacy's home quickly, the people in the house heard the sound of the car, Stacy stood at the door with the support of nanny Annie to greet him.

  "Ah! How did you get out? Mary is not fully recovered yet?" Fang Mo Nan said, as he and Annie supported Stacy on either side to help her in. Stacy looked radiant and her spirit was excellent.

  "Hehe……" Stacy said with a smile, "I've been doing physical therapy nonstop these days, and I even went for a CT scan last week. I'm completely fine now, earlier than expected. If everything goes smoothly, I'll be back on my feet by New Year's."

  Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Fang Mo Nan gave Stacey a pulse diagnosis. The vital energy flowed through her entire body's meridians, especially the nervous system in her spine, unobstructed and smooth. She nodded satisfactorily, then had Stacey lie prone on the sofa, carefully using her hands to feel along her spine.

  "The recovery is going well and the situation isn't bad either, now it's up to the hospital doctors." Fang Mennai helped Stacy sit down and said: "They have advanced rehabilitation training programs."

  Stacy grasped her hand, at a loss for words! Excited tears welled up in her eyes.

  "Alright, nothing needs to be said, I understand." Fang Mo Nan rubbed the goosebumps on her arm and said, "Look, I've got goosebumps all over, I really can't take this atmosphere." She handed Stacy a brown medicine bottle, "This can relieve your muscle soreness after physical therapy, just apply it to the affected area."

  The two of them chatted for the rest of the afternoon, Stacy was amazed at Fang Mornan's broad knowledge at such a young age, and Fang Mornan was surprised by Stacy's profound knowledge. When they were treating patients before, the two had never had such a carefree conversation, and didn't expect to hit it off so well that Annie felt Mrs. should rest and interrupted them. Fang Mornan took the opportunity to leave, she didn't want to meet Andres again and have another awkward encounter.

  After returning home, Fang Mo Nan lay on the bed and took a nap. At noon, Xiao Yi and Mo Bei ate too much, so they both still don't feel hungry now. After coming back, Jian Jian sneaked into Fang Mo Nan's room and saw her sleeping, didn't dare to disturb her, so each went back to their own room to study.

  It wasn't until 8 pm that Fang Mo Nan came out of the bedroom and made a noodle soup with the leftover dishes from noon. After a simple meal, they finally had time to sit at the dinner table and talk about what they had been up to for the past two months.

  "Xiao Yi is fine, nothing seems wrong. Mo Bei looks very tired." Fang Mo Nan nodded after glancing at the two faces.

  "This summer, Meibei was even busier than me, almost traveling all over the United States, from New York to Los Angeles, from Seattle to Miami, and even made a trip to Canada." Xiaoyi said with envy. "Fortunately, they went together, so I felt at ease."

  "What's going on?" Fang Mo Nan picked up his bowl and took a sip of soup, asking.

  "String quartets are very popular, and Andres introduced his agent Thomas to us, so this summer we've been doing non-stop commercial performances, making extra money," said Mo Bei excitedly. When she thought of the small pouch that had slightly bulged up, she felt happy.

  "So you exhaust yourself like a dog." Fang Mo Nan looked her up and down and said. "We're not short of money anyway."

  "Performing in the commercial world and performing within the academy are completely different. Even if you can't make it to the big stage, it's still good to hone your skills on a small stage. And who knows, maybe some big talent agency or famous master, or large music group will notice you and cultivate you, that would be a stroke of luck!" said Fang Mobei.

  "Good luck, spending all day in a low-level environment will make progress difficult." Fang Mennan frowned disapprovingly. "However, it can increase stage experience."

  "It's just that performing is about making money. Although Curtis students are basically not short of money, with tuition, living expenses and scholarships all covered by the school. But being able to earn some money through performances still gives me a sense of accomplishment. Of course, small stages generally don't make much money, and the round-trip fare is almost enough, but it's still fun, right? The more performances, the more friends you meet, there's no harm in that. The music circle is all about relationships. When you go out and chat, it's all about saying things like "I studied under xxx, performed with yyy". Of course, when they can mix to the level of xxx and yyy, it's a different story.

  A dreamy future flashed through Fang Mobei's eyes, and he said: "Andres is also worried that I'll take a detour, so he's already stopped my performances and is preparing for next year's violin competition. Of course, next year's competition won't be about the prize money or ranking. It's mainly to gain experience. Art needs diversity to have epiphanies and gains. For this reason, I've also chosen a minor in piano. And there's no time or energy to go out and perform anymore." Thinking of the mouth-watering Steinway that had been moved into his apartment, Mobei was overjoyed."

  The next day, Fang Mo Nan accompanied Mo Bei to register for elementary school. Although she didn't attend classes, she had to register. However, this time she came to skip grades, and after taking the test, she jumped straight to middle school. She didn't want to waste any more time, and it was also a way to pave the way for Mo Bei. Mo Bei attended elementary school in an orderly manner, as most of her time was devoted to music.

  This time, Fang Mornan's middle school was Nelson Middle School in Philadelphia, a well-known school. Andres accompanied her to the entrance, where there were two sculptures made of Scottish black granite, an eagle on the left and a running horse on the right. According to the concept of national thinking, many people thought that the eagle represented Peng Cheng Wan Li, and the horse represented Ma Dao Cheng. However, those who study American history know that after understanding the origin of these two sculptures, this idea is far from the original intention of this group of sculptures.

  What the sculpture wants to express is a symbol of a starving eagle and a horse that has been skinned.

  Originally, the eagle, in order to accelerate the realization of its great ideal of flying over the five continents and seven oceans, practiced various high-flying skills, but forgot to learn how to forage, and starved to death after just four days. The horse, dissatisfied with the heavy workload given by its first owner, the miller, begged God to send it to a farmer's house; then, dissatisfied with the meager feed provided by the farmer, asked to be exchanged with other horses, and finally ended up at the tanner's house - no need to work, plenty of food, what a comfortable life! However, before long, its skin was stripped off by the tanner to make leather!

  Nelson High School was founded by 73 pilgrims who were among the first batch to set foot on the American continent. The reason why these 73 pilgrims erected the two sculptures at the school gate is to warn students: one cannot be too proud or have too many worries, only by doing things solidly and steadily can their future become better and better.

  A bird with excellent skills, but died of hunger because it didn't know how to find food. A person who is too ambitious and doesn't have his feet on the ground will eventually be stripped of his skin. In real life, no matter how great one's abilities and talents are, if they lack basic survival skills, even the highest dreams can only become "castles in the air".

  Isn't the education of our future generations like this? Besides teaching them to be test-taking machines and bookworms, once they enter society, they have to start all over again. Overemphasizing knowledge while neglecting basic life skills and moral education. University students with high academic achievements are at a loss when facing employment, some even resort to suicide, and others can't even take care of themselves. A towering building starts from the ground, only by laying a solid foundation can one achieve something.

  By Fang Mernan's ability, he quickly passed the entrance examination and became a middle school student, still homeschooling.

  Fang Mo Nan has regained its former tranquility, with ample space at home. Going out to stroll around the stock market, on holidays, Xiao Yi drives to the supermarket to buy daily necessities. Cooking for Xiao Yi and Mo Bei is a rare opportunity, as Xiao Yi is busy and sometimes doesn't come back, sleeping in the school dormitory instead. Mo Bei runs between music academy and elementary school, busy but fulfilling.

  The autumn rain is filled with a hint of evil spirit. As the melancholic rain drifts through the air, all things are silent, enduring its ruthless cleansing. It thoroughly sweeps away the dry heat of summer in a slow soak, and coolness accompanies the fleeing sweltering heat to become the mainstream.

  Autumn rain, slow and fine, reveals the elegance of a gentleman in every gesture, not just the rain, but a spiritual elixir that washes away worldly thoughts. Fang Mengnan gazed out at the endless autumn rain outside his window.

  "Ding dong......" "Who would come out in this weather." Fang Mo Nan wondered as he heard the doorbell ring.

  Jenny opened the door, "Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Friedrich!" Behind them was an unfamiliar old man. Jenny nodded in greeting before turning around to shout, "Miss Nan, the Friedrichs are here."

  Fang Mernan came out of the house and greeted: "Marie, good afternoon, Andres!"

  "Good afternoon!" The two of them went up and hugged Fang Mo Nan separately.

  After everyone sat down, Jenny brought up the coffee. Fang Mo Nan was drinking red tea. "Mary, you seem to have recovered well," Fang Mo Nan said with a smile. When he first came back, he saw that she still needed someone to support her when walking and wasn't very stable. Unexpectedly, after not seeing her for several days, she had made quite a bit of progress.

  "Ah! I'm feeling really great now. Jerry said that at this rate, by the end of the year, I'll be able to perform a whole concert standing up without any problem. The check-up results are fantastic, my body is super good!" She even threw in a Chinese phrase and raised her hand in a gesture of gratitude. "Thanks to you."

  "Mary, you know I can't stand this atmosphere, you guys are coming..." Fang Mo Nan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, then relaxed. "This is..." She looked at the stranger that Stacy had brought, her expression was haggard and tense, constantly rubbing her hands together, her eyes were filled with eagerness, as if they could burn her alive.

  "This is a friend of ours, Carlos Hernandez." Andres hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath and said, "We've come specifically to ask for your help in treating an illness."

  Fang Mo Nan looked him up and down before saying deliberately: "He's not sick, just overworked. A good rest will do him some good."

  "South, you know." Stacy said, looking at her pretending to be silly.

  "He believes me?" Fang Mo Nan put down his teacup and looked at them seriously.

  "I'm absolutely sure." Karl Nandres stood up hastily. "Andres won't deceive me, Marry's recovery is the best proof, and Jerry also said that if we find the person who can cure Marry, my daughter will be saved."

  "Jerry is our good friend, you've met him." Stacy said.

  "That chubby old man who looks like Colonel Sanders." Fang Mo Nan suddenly remembered and said.

  "Yes, it's him," Andres said. Thinking carefully about sticking on a beard and hair that was whiter still made him look like the real thing.

  "Where is the patient now?" Fang Mo Nan asked.

  The ancients said, "What is gained in books will appear shallow to one who has a lot of experience." This is especially true in medicine. So far, traditional Chinese medicine still does not have a unified standard for medication use. Prescribing medicine often relies on the doctor's personal experience. Fang Moshan can't be compared to Shennong tasting a hundred herbs, but he is familiar with the properties of most commonly used medicines and has even tasted them himself. Medical skills must be practiced, they cannot just be discussed in theory. She "harmed" many animals in space. Through several instances of treating illnesses, she gained a lot of benefits, but still lacks clinical experience. She relies too much on spiritual energy to treat illnesses. To become a true doctor, one must have clinical experience.

  When she started treating Stacy, she had foreseen such an outcome and perhaps this would be an opportunity.

  Hearing her words, the three of them simultaneously let out a sigh of relief, with hope.

  "Don't be too happy yet, you can only know if the patient can be cured after seeing him." Fang Mennai poured a basin of cold water on them.

  "Just go and see." Karl Nandes didn't directly refuse, for him there was a glimmer of hope.

  "Jenny, I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back soon." Fang Mo said as he changed into his outdoor clothes and slung the dusty medical box over his shoulder.

  Karl Nandes saw her carrying a wooden trunk. Black, 'oil-glossy', round and smooth to the touch, apparently often used, there was only one exquisitely carved raised flower pattern on the trunk, with no other decorations, and a small copper ring at each end, strung together with a rope, carried on her back. It's just that the person carrying it was too small. The feeling was very out of sync.

  He wanted to take it over and help her carry it, but was politely declined.

  A group of people drove to the affiliated hospital of the University of Pennsylvania, which was close to Fang Mernan's home, and arrived soon.

  When Fang Morsen walked over, he saw Jerry standing at the door of the ward, pacing back and forth. Seeing them arrive, especially seeing Fang Morsen arrive, his eyes lit up instantly, shining brightly like he had seen a delicious food.

  "Thank goodness you've finally arrived," Jerry said excitedly, really curious about how this little girl had cured Mary.

  "Alice, what's wrong?" Karl Nanders heard his words and thought that something had happened to his daughter, tightly grasping his hand with concern.

  "It's okay! Alice is fine." Jerry said hastily. He gently pushed his hands away, and rubbed the back of his hands with both hands. His grip was really strong, they were numb.

  They pushed open the door and went in. Fang Mo Nan saw a young girl sitting on the bed, no more than twenty years old. Her hair was scattered, and she hummed in pain with her mouth open.

  Fang Mo Nan walked forward. He stretched out three fingers, gently placing them on the other person's wrist. Then he slightly closed his eyes, assuming a meditative state like an old monk entering a trance.

  Mrs. Hernandez saw the newcomer and was extremely disappointed, pulling him aside, "Where did you come from? Can this work out? Don't be deceived."

  "No, the wound on my body was healed by her." Stacy hurriedly said after hearing their conversation, not wanting to hear others speak ill of Fang Mornan. "If you don't believe us, we can leave now."

  "Ah! Wait a minute! Let's take another look. Marie." Karl Nanders said to his wife, "Cindy, take a look, it's not that bad of a loss."

  Fang Mo Nan said after a while, "You injured your knee joint a week ago." Her hand was still pointing at Alice's injured area.

  Xianti never believed Fang Mernan and bluntly said: "This can be seen with one's eyes...".

  Karl Nandez covered his wife's mouth, wide-eyed, Alice was wearing a hospital gown, covering the injured area, no one told her. This doesn't need any auxiliary tools, just looking at it can tell. He whispered to his wife again: "Don't speak, I didn't tell Alice about any illness."

  Xianti stared at him with wide eyes, silent and unresponsive, her mouth tightly closed, but her gaze remained vigilant on Fang Mo Nan.

  "Yes, it was a week ago, during ballet practice, when the person at the bottom of the lift lost their footing and they both fell. Alice landed with her knee hitting the floor." Karl Nanders said.

  Alice nodded, enduring the pain.

  "At that time, Alice was in so much pain that we took her to the hospital for a check-up. Her knee wasn't red or swollen, and after taking an X-ray, nothing was found to be wrong. The hospital said she didn't need any treatment. But after coming back home, Alice's knee hurt whether she bent it or straightened it. If she accidentally bumped her knee, she would be in so much pain that she would break out in cold sweat, just like now. It seemed like there was no way to sleep, as it hurt no matter what." Karl Nanders said with a pained heart, looking at his daughter's suffering expression.

  Later, we saw several famous orthopedic experts. Some said it was a soft tissue injury, some said it was a bone injury, and others said the nerves were injured. The opinions were not consistent, but there was one thing in common: all the experts said that the injury was extremely difficult to recover from, at least taking a year or so to heal. Just thinking about being in pain for so long made Kalinda's heart ache. "Recovery is nothing," she said pitifully, "but seeing her in constant pain makes me wish I could take the pain away myself, as long as it stops hurting."

  "Later I met Andres and learned that Mary also had a spinal injury, unbearable pain, and you cured her. That's why I'm bothering you." Karl Andres said.

  "Nothing can be seen from the film. The operation is also impossible to perform." Jerry said, "The machine examination has no problem, and all the test reports are normal."

  Fang Mornan went forward, rolled up her pant legs, and carefully felt her knee which was aching badly. Fang Mornan looked at them and said: "Can Alice stand up with shoes on?"

  "Can stand up but can't walk."

  "Then let her stand in front of the bed and hold onto the bedrail."

  Alice was at a loss, looking at her father and mother, "I'm in so much pain, how can I possibly get up?" She gave Fang Mernan a very dissatisfied look.

  Fang Mo Nan looked at Karl Nandes, raised an eyebrow, meaning if you don't follow her lead, leave immediately.

  "Good...good, stand up." The Kandinskys stood on either side of the bed and together they helped her to rise, put on her shoes. They supported her as she walked to the foot of the bed, Alice holding onto the railing, the golden rooster standing alone in pain.

  "Let her go, both of you," Fang Mo Nan said.

  Alice stood precariously, trembling all over, one hand grasping the bedpost, her uninjured leg straight and stiff, her injured leg half bent, her toes barely touching the floor.

  "Now start, Alice," Fang Mo Nan continued, "stand up straight with both legs, then crouch down and get back up."

  Mr and Mrs Liddell stood anxiously by, not daring to go too far away, with their hands up, ready to catch Alice at any moment.

  Alice stood there, stretching her legs as straight as possible, then crouched down and got up with a pained expression. In her heart, she didn't know how to scold Fang Mo Nan!

  Andres and the other three looked at each other in confusion, but they didn't dare to make a sound, afraid of disturbing Fang Mo Nan. They just watched as Alice shakily got up, then squatted down. Saying she squatted down, actually her knees only slightly bent.

  Fang Mo Nan said: "Alice, crouch down as much as possible, it's okay, I'll catch you from the side!"

  "Alice listened to her, wanting to cure her, so she listened to her." Karl Nandres said to her, enduring the pain.

  Alice heard that it could be cured, and she had no choice but to endure the pain and try her best to squat down. Several times when she was about to fall, Fang Mo Nan caught her.

  "No, let me rest for a while. I'm completely exhausted! But doing this seems to have some effect, it doesn't hurt as much as before, your method is really good!" Alice said in a hoarse voice, with sweat already appearing on her forehead.

  "This is the last time, try your best to crouch down!" Fang Mo Nan said with a smile.

  Alice gasped for breath, adjusted her posture, and squatted down again. Perhaps because she thought this was the last time, she didn't need to struggle like this anymore, so she relaxed a bit, and this time she stood up without squatting as low as before. She even forgot to grab the bed railing, and before she could catch her breath, she was kicked in the injured knee by Fang Mornan standing behind her, and she knelt straight down on the ground.

  Bang... a crisp and loud sound, the whole house heard it clearly, shaking everyone's heart.