Chapter Sixty

  The little aunt curiously and astonishingly examined the three roots in her hand, "What is this?" she asked strangely.

  Mo Bei's face was filled with confusion and incomprehension, and he jumped up in fright for Xiao Yi.

  "Ahh!" Little Auntie exclaimed, throwing her to the ground. Apparently she was... Then she asked Nannan again, "Where did you come from?"

  "I bought it for you," Fang Mo Nan said.

  "Are you asking me to smoke?" Little Aunt exclaimed involuntarily.

  "Daydreaming?" Fang Mo Nan sneered. "You think the most people smoke in the US are humans? Let me tell you, at least a quarter of them are college students. Even if you don't smoke, someone will coax you, provoke you, or deceive you into smoking, especially when someone wants to take advantage of you."

  She continued, "They even say that wanting to quickly blend in and smoke is normal. Then there's photography, blackmail, extortion, and all sorts of tricks waiting for people to fall for."

  She paused and added, "And this is a country with racial discrimination, so you must first learn how to distinguish." She picked up three identical cigarettes again. "Come... take a look... smell them again."

  Fang Mo Nan continued, "This one is regular tobacco, this one, and this one has cocaine mixed in."

  Auntie listened to her words and let out a sigh of relief, "These two smell about the same." She picked them up and carefully sniffed them at the tip of her nose.

  "Right, almost the same, but when you take them apart, they're not the same." Fang Mo Nan took apart a pack of cigarettes, "Look, the brown ones are tobacco, the gray-green ones, and some are tan-green, depending on the quality and origin. The white granular ones are cocaine, don't mistake it for mold."

  "It looks different"

  "Observe them carefully." Fang Mornan instructed them.

  "Renard said, 'What's the point of teaching them this stuff? They don't even smoke.'"

  "Prevent trouble before it arises, I am worried." Fang Mo Nan was like an old mother hen protecting them.

  "Will I get addicted if I inhale this?" Fang Mo Bei asked curiously.

  Renard took a look at Mernan 'You've piqued my curiosity, now take a look.'

  "Of course, you want to know, many people get addicted to cocaine after trying it, and then they're shocked. They think that just smoking a little will lead to addiction? But the thing is, hashish - which is also smoked - can be addictive too," Fang Mennai said, pointing at the rolled-up cigarette. "When the pleasure from hashish isn't strong enough anymore, people start looking for stronger stimulation, like 'ice' or 'powder'. So you have to recognize these things and avoid them, just like anti-drug police need to know what drugs look like in order to catch dealers, right?"

  "America is an open country, but there are some moral bottom lines that we must adhere to. We can't listen to their 'flattery', and we need to have a sense of right and wrong, judgment." Fang Mengnan said seriously.

  "How much?" Renard asked, like a professional. "Are you on drugs?"

  "You're kidding, right? Of course, it's what we see on TV. If any of you want to try the taste of drugs..." Fang Mengnan paused for a moment, "I'll take you to a place that will make sure you won't even think about trying that taste in your next life."

  Later, Fang Mo Nan had Aileen take Xiaoyi and others to visit a detoxification center. After seeing people suffering from withdrawal symptoms, Xiaoyi and Mo Bei walked out with trembling legs, leaning against the wall, their faces pale, shaking their heads repeatedly, determined to stay away from drugs.

  As Fang Mo Nan accompanied them on their wanderings, Mo Bei recorded the emotions of anxiety, unease, anticipation, disappointment and calmness from before into musical notes, composing moving melodies. After more than a month of experiencing the city's lights and shadows, Mo Bei also had many feelings of his own, which he also turned into musical notes.

  A few days later, Xiao Yi attended a university party with an angry and fortunate expression on her face. When she took out the cigarette, they suddenly realized that Mo Nan had not fooled them after all, and his foresight had prevented trouble before it happened.

  Under Fang Mornan's consolation, the days unknowingly arrived at April. Hearing the sound of the mailman's bell at the door, Mo Bei was frightened and hid in the bedroom. Fang Mornan smiled and shook his head, walked to open the door, and took out a letter from Curtis from the mailbox.

  "Xiao Bei doesn't want to open it personally? The words didn't jump out." Fang Mo Nan said.

  A muffled voice came from inside the room "Can you help me take a look..."

  "Xiao Bei now also has a heart of gains and losses. This is not like you, I didn't say that one should be calm when gaining something and...". Fang Mo Nan muttered to himself, but hadn't finished speaking yet.

  The letter was snatched away by Mengbei, she quickly opened it and exclaimed "I got in!", then rushed to the side and called home, regardless of whether it was three o'clock in the morning or not. She woke everyone up, first telling Grandma, then Dad, Mom, Lin Lao Yezi, and even Qiushi didn't let go, whispering for an hour.

  Little aunt, what's up?

  How much is 1000?

  I'm sorry, but the text you provided doesn't seem to be a valid or recognizable language. It appears to be a mix of characters from different languages and fonts.

  If you could provide a valid text in a specific language, I'll do my best to translate it for you.

  Moore got in, and Leonard decided it was time for him to leave too. He decided to go to the Juilliard School of Music in New York for further study.

  When he announced the news, Fang Mo Nan didn't feel sudden. All good things must come to an end, and since he was still so young, it was impossible for him to stay with them forever; he had his own path to follow.

  I thought Mo Bei should have reacted more intensely, but unexpectedly she calmly accepted it. Moreover, they agreed to work together and cooperate on the same stage when there's a chance.

  "Afterwards, Fang Mo Nan asked her when she would leave. Mo Bei replied that the day she decided to study abroad and leave her parents behind was bound to come sooner or later, and she couldn't hold back Renard's development because of her own selfishness. Fang Mo Nan stroked her head, understanding that she had learned to think for others, it seemed like you've really grown up."

  "He can go, but you have to stay with me for two more years." Mo Bei pulled her hand and coquettishly said. "Although Dad and Mom also miss us, just two years, after two years I don't care, return you to Dad and Mom."

  The dust settled, and as she looked at the admission letter listing all the expenses borne by Curtis, Fang Mo Bei's professional mentor was not the elegant lady Stacy, but a man named Andre von Friedrich. Although Fang Mo Bei had doubts on her face, when she saw that one-on-one instruction fees were also paid by Curtis, with a substantial scholarship every year, her face immediately lit up with a smile.

  Fang Mernan saw that there was a Feng in the name, thinking it wasn't a German noble, anyone who can be at Curtis is capable, whoever teaches is the same.

  "Ding ding ding" rang out, "Hello, I'm Fang Mo Nan."

  "Hello, I'm Ludwig Olivier. Please listen, Bebe.", "Is Fang Mo Bei listening? No skipping words." Fang Mo Nan confirmed again and got a positive response from the other party. "Strange, what's going on with Fang Mo Bei?" Suppressing his doubts, Fang Mo Nan shouted, "Xiao Bei!"

  "Oh, hello, I am Fang Mo Bei."

  "Congratulations on getting in," Ludwig said stiffly. "See you at school." Then he hung up.

  Fang Mo Bei held it up, listening to the busy tone, and vaguely understood what he meant.

  "What's up?" Fang Mo Nan asked from beside him. "What's he doing?"

  "Oh, he congratulated me and said we'll see each other at school." Meng Bei put down his phone, looking puzzled.

  "He also took Curtis," Fang Mornan said.

  "Yeah, he came to take the exam, but I didn't see him." Fang Mo Bei said in surprise.

  "You have nothing better to think about?" Fang Mo Nan muttered to himself, spending his days either practicing or worrying about the interview results.

  Mo Bei was worried about Stacy, so he made an inquiry and found out that Stacy had been hospitalized. On the same day, Mo Nan and another person took a taxi to the hospital with fruit baskets.

  Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania

  "312, 314, 316 are here." Fang Mo Nan knocked on the door and heard a heart-wrenching cry coming from inside. He pushed open the door to find it was a suite. They didn't enter immediately, but instead listened through the small gap in the door and heard voices talking inside.

  "I don't want to, I don't want to have surgery, a 20% chance of standing up, I'd rather die like this than have surgery. I've already lost my beloved stage, now I'll be paralyzed in bed, I'd rather die, Andres, you understand me, I'd rather die."

  "Mary, I'd rather you lay in bed than leave me." The man's voice was hoarse with a hint of desperation as he pleaded with her.

  "Don't push me, don't push me, or I'll die right now and show you." Stacy's frantic voice came through the door.

  "Ma Rui put down the knife, I beg you to put down the knife..." A flustered male voice came from inside.

  Fang Mò Nán pushed open the door and looked at Stacy who was in a frenzy. His hand shook and with a 'whoosh', Stacy instantly fell onto the bed, the knife dropping to the ground.

  "Mary, Mary, you're done?" A messy brown-haired man stepped forward and took away the fruit knife that had fallen on the bed, throwing it far away, then gently shook Stacy.

  "She's fine, just resting for a bit." Fang Mo's soft voice sounded from behind them.

  He turned around, looking at them warily. "Who are you? What have you done to Mary?" He asked recklessly, now somewhat hysterical at the sight of the newcomers.

  "She needs to rest now." Fang Mo Nan looked at him, still thinking he was an old man, not a middle-aged man, with a face full of anxiety and fatigue, his eyes softened from vigilance as he looked at them.

  He knew one of them, a little girl named Stacy who was said to be very talented.

  Fang Mo Nan saw him lay Stacy flat, then gently covered her with a thin quilt, wiped away the tears on her face, and carefully combed her hair, afraid of hurting her.

  Fang Mernan walked up to the bedside, Stacy hadn't seen him for over a month, his face was pale, as if he had aged ten years. He asked:

  "Ms. Stacy has suffered a severe impact, resulting in a miscarriage and spinal surgery. Currently, her thoracic and lumbar spine are fractured and dislocated at the junction of T10-L2, with severe spinal cord damage. Paralysis is inevitable." Dr. Fang said calmly.

  "Yours?" He stared at this little girl over a meter tall in shock, speaking exactly like the lines from the movie.

  "It's seen," Fang Mo Nan said.

  "That day I drove her to the prenatal checkup, we got into a car accident on the way, hit by a drunk driver. It caused a miscarriage." He recalled painfully, "I...I..." He grasped Stacy's hand, too painful to continue speaking.

  "Andres, Andres..." Stacy cried out in anguish as she opened her eyes to see him overcome with remorse. "It's not your fault, no one could have anticipated something so tragic."

  "It was me who got it. If I hadn't been driving so fast, we could have avoided this disaster." He patted his chest.

  "The car wasn't going very fast, it was within the speed limit," Stacy said.

  "Alright, you're not dead yet, what's with all the nonsense?" Fang Mo Nan interrupted, looking at the two of them, one desperately blaming himself and the other enduring heartache while trying to comfort him.

  He glared at her with anger in his eyes, finding her too annoying.

  Fang Mo Nan's gaze was as if he didn't see anything, and he turned his head to look at Stacy, "Me?" Although it was a questioning tone, his expression was so firm, increasing the transmission of spiritual energy. What should have been Stacy's numb lower body had a clear pain sensation.

  Stacy opened her eyes wide and looked at Andres, then at Fang Mo Nan. She carefully felt that her body, especially below the waist, had a numb and tingling sensation. It was very comfortable and hard to describe, but this feeling was great, making her feel a little pain. At this time, the pain was also a kind of happiness.

  "Doctor," Fang Mo Nan asked, Mo Bei separately gave them two - moved a chair to the bedside and let Andre sit down.

  "The doctor said that after the operation, there was only a twenty percent chance of standing up." Andres saw an indescribable expression on Mary's face, but her eyes flashed with not shock, but astonishment.

  "Andres, I think I can feel my legs, they hurt." Mary said with delight.

  "This is possible." He dared not say, "Are you an illusion?"

  "Oh no, it's gone again." Stacy suddenly cried out in pain, Fang Mo Nan withdrew his hand at this time.

  "Not an illusion." Fang Mo Nan re-grasped her wrist.

  "Ah, it's that numb and tingling feeling again." Mary exclaimed happily. "It's not an illusion, it's a real sensation."

  "Me?" Fang Mo Nan said solemnly once again.

  "Is it you?" Mary grasped her hand in surprise. Mary looked into her deep and unfathomable eyes, feeling an involuntary sense of fondness and trust.

  Mary's gaze was fixed intently on her, awaiting her response. Seeing her nod, it was as if she had grasped a lifeline.

  "What's going on with Mary? Why are you so excited?" Andres asked in confusion.

  "Andreas, I'd like you to cook me your special minced pork and cabbage dumplings, and an apple pie." Mary said calmly to him.

  "Okay, I'll go make it for you right away." He immediately got up and walked out, taking two steps before stopping. "But if I go make it for you, who will take care of you?" He said with concern. "I'll go call a nurse."

  "It's okay." Mary's voice was too loud and scared him. She whispered again, "I'm fine, no need to bother the nurse, and there are two of them here, with Beibei accompanying me, don't worry, I'm fine."

  "But..." He hadn't even finished saying "but" when Marry interrupted him. "Andres, I'm so hungry, please go cook quickly. I won't do anything stupid again." She said with a spoiled tone.

  Fang Mo Nan and Mo Bei couldn't take it anymore, they were shivering with fear.

  Andres looked at her recovering spirit, "We guarantee that you will be handed over to Miss Stacy intact." Fang Mo Nan's calm voice was convincing.

  Andres departed hastily after receiving repeated assurances.

  "Mo Bei went out and closed the door, not allowing anyone to enter." This was a suite, Mo Bei went out and closed the door, sat at the entrance, and took out a book of Tang poetry from his pocket.

  "I can cure you," Fang Mernan said firmly.

  "I'm you." Stacy confirmed that it wasn't an illusion earlier because of her own reason. Facts speak louder than words, otherwise she wouldn't have sent Andre away.

  "Alright, now don't be surprised no matter what you see, okay?" Fang Mo'nan said with a smile, as if coaxing a big child. She wanted to gain her trust and cooperation.

  Fang Mo Nan saw her nodding

  Head, then up front take off all her clothes, light **, there are many shallow and deep small wounds on her body.

  Fang Mò Nán took out a needle package from the wooden box, disinfected it, and said "It must have been very painful at that time" to divert her attention. A flash of coldness flickered in his eyes as he swiftly inserted eighteen silver needles into her chest and waist with incredible speed.

  "It's good that you really trust me." Fang Mo Nan saw that she was just startled and didn't scream or jump up in fright.

  It wasn't that Stacy didn't jump up, but it was too fast, she couldn't react in time. Fang Mo Nan's hands were stuck to her waist, and the spiritual energy slowly entered her body. As he pushed forward, a crystal bead of sweat slowly seeped out from his forehead, and in the passage of one second after another, an unbelievable thing happened. Stacy saw that at the roots of the eighteen silver needles inserted into her body, a tiny drop of black water flowed out respectively, while Fang Mo Nan's face, which had been as red as an apple just now, turned somewhat pale.

  At this time, Fang Mo Nan's hands shook rapidly again. The eighteen silver needles quickly left Stacy's body almost simultaneously. Fang Mo Nan threw all the needles in his hand into a pre-prepared alcohol box, spat out a few mouthfuls of turbid air, and then used a dry cotton swab to wipe clean the black water on Stacy's body. He disinfected her whole body with alcohol. She didn't have the strength to put clothes on her, but only covered her with a quilt.

  "Come in, Mo Bei." Mo Bei entered from outside and saw Fang Mo Nan's pale face. "Sis, are you okay?"

  "I'm fine, just sit down and rest for a while." Fang Mo Nan took off his shoes, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and began to recover his energy. The small ball in his dantian accelerated its movement, and before long, his face was no longer pale, but he still couldn't hide his exhaustion.

  Stacy couldn't see her and worriedly asked "Are you okay?"

  "Oh, I'm fine." Fang Mo'nan said, sitting cross-legged on the sofa. Outsiders just looked at her resting, only thought it was a strange posture, and didn't think much of it. "How are you feeling now?"

  "It hurts so much now..." Stacy gritted her teeth and endured the pain.

  "In a while I'll get you some medicinal herbs from my bag, put them in cold water, and after the water boils, boil it for an hour. Remember to add more cold water, or else it will dry out. Drinking this is better than morphine for stopping pain." Fang Mo Nan said, "Although it's a bit bitter, I still hope you'll drink it."

  "Are you going to use Chinese medicine to cure me?" Stacy asked curiously.

  "Whatever," she said. Fang Mo Nan stopped defending himself.

  "Can Stacy get up?" Fang Mo Bei asked anxiously, which was also what Stacy was thinking.

  "But the treatment will be very long and painful," said Fang Mengnan.

  "This is too good" Stacy exclaimed with tears of excitement welling up in her eyes.

  "Miss Stacy, I hope you won't tell others that I'm the one who treated your illness, I'm afraid of what people might say." Fang Mo Nan said, "If we weren't acquainted and you didn't trust me, I wouldn't have..."

  "Don't worry about this, I won't say anything, not even to Andres," Stacy said.

  "Didn't you tell me?" Andres pushed the door open and asked after Stacy's last words. He was still wearing the same clothes as when he left, panting, apparently worried about the people in the ward.

  "The secret's out." Stacy said with a sly smile. "Let me introduce you, this is Andres von Friedrich, and one of these two is Fang Mobei, your student; the other is Fang Moshang, her..."

  "Hello," Andres said.

  "Hello, teacher Andres."

  Stacy is in a good mood and has a high chance of recovery. "I'm so happy that I'm hungry, my dear."

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