Chapter Twenty Displaying Medical Skills

  Han Zhiqian sat in the chair, thinking about the situation more than half a month ago. He was really glad that he had been curious at that time, otherwise they would have to regret it and beat their chests and feet.

  He and Cheng Shigui were about the same age, their families had known each other for generations, and they both studied in the UK. Cheng Shigui graduated from university at 18 with a double degree in business administration and finance, while Han Zhijian majored in enterprise management and minored in fashion design, but hadn't graduated yet when he was conscripted during his summer break.

  Cheng Shigui, according to the rules of the Cheng family, all descendants of the Cheng family must undergo internships after entering university, and the location is determined by drawing lots. At that time, Cheng Shigui drew the mainland, and after returning from the mainland, he kept telling him how backward the mainland was and how simple his workplace was.

  Han Zhiqian accompanied him this time and saw at a glance that there was an unclaimed letter on the table with no recipient's name.

  Cheng Shigui's mind was annoyed, and he threw the letter into the trash can. "This unknown thing can also be put in, it seems that the secretary doesn't want to do it anymore." He thought of this damned place now, and he got angry. He really didn't want to stay in this broken place.

  Han Zhiqian curiously picked up the unsigned letter from the trash can, which didn't even have a clear factory name. He opened it and was stunned. His family had made their fortune in clothing, so he knew how important this was. It wasn't that the designs inside were particularly shocking or innovative. From what he had seen on his way here, these designs were very suitable for inland China. The clothes hadn't changed much, but they looked extremely comfortable, pursuing a principle of fit rather than the loose, shapeless garments he saw everywhere on the streets.

  Looking at the next few designs, they are comparable to master-level designs. He couldn't stop nodding his head in approval, "Wow... wow... Matthew, you've struck gold. This would be a best-seller even if it were sold in Hong Kong."

  "Wow!" Cheng Shigui took it over, instantly attracted by the clothes inside. He had just returned from England, and his family background had also determined his discerning taste. However, he still stared tightly at the blueprint, things that could attract his good friend's attention and make himself look good were naturally not ordinary goods.

  Cheng Shigui raised his head, looking at Han Zhiqian with an incredulous face. "This can't be true! In this place." Then he took out the envelope again and looked at the sender's address, "Do you know this place?"

  Han Zhiqian shook his head, and the last two people ran to the map of China nailed on the wall, searching inch by inch.

  They finally found it, no wonder it took so long. It's actually in the north of Huaxia! It's almost two thousand kilometers away from here! No wonder it takes a long time to send and receive letters, especially when the address is written vaguely. I really don't know how this letter ended up in their hands.

  Two people walked to the table and sat down, Han Zhiqian asked: "What do you plan to do? The factory has been built and production has started. It's a done deal, it's better to accept it. This place isn't that bad!" Compared to his previous situation, the conditions here were already quite good. He was born to his second mother, and before he returned home, he didn't even live as well as this! "Honestly, it's really depressing," he said with self-mockery. "I studied fashion design properly, but I'm not even as good as those from the mainland." "It's really a blow!"

  "If you don't want to talk, how can I give it to you?" Han Zhiqian said hypocritically. "Your old man is really something, the conditions he set are quite harsh, although the initial investment was given by your old man, but later on, a large amount of funds need to be injected, no one takes care of it, and you have to solve it yourself. You have to do everything yourself." "Grandpa Cheng's condition is harsh, but he didn't treat you unfairly, all the money earned belongs to you."

  "Beautiful idea!" Cheng Shigui snatched the design drawing from the table. "I just think it's a bit of a waste of talent." Originally, because of his grandfather's condition, he wanted to let Han Zhijian come here to cheat for him, but now it seemed unnecessary.

  Han Zhiqian looked at him and smiled: "Don't worry, I won't do that and lose you as a friend." Let him go and sacrifice himself for the other side, it's impossible. He hated that family, if his mother hadn't been so stubborn, he would have left long ago.

  "You still hate so much!" Cheng Shigui looked at his good friend's eyes flashing with hatred and worriedly said, "Now the most important thing is that you have money to get rid of this helpless situation."

  "Yes," Han Zhiqian nodded.

  "Then let's work together! From here on out." Cheng Shigui patted his friend's shoulder and said.

  "I see," Han Zhiqian said with a smile as he looked at him.

  "Everything is ready, aren't we going to start yet? Let's work hard together, okay? Don't worry, I won't let you down." Cheng Shigui said with a smile, just to see if this mainland really has the charm that surpasses others, and make his old man remember it forever.

  Han Zhiqian nodded, anyway he was just a nominal figure when he returned to the company, and it wasn't his turn to take charge of important matters.

  Next, Cheng Shigui and his team were busy day and night because Fang Mo'nanming said on the phone that there would be correspondence afterwards, so they had to send the letter as soon as possible and get the person's signature. Heaven knows what else will happen inside.

  With a precise return address, it was good that they didn't have to wait much longer, just as Cheng Shigui and the others were about to lose their patience. He had already decided that if Fang Moe's phone call didn't come in again, they would decide to visit him personally. Thank goodness heaven finally let them receive the phone call.

  The sales performance is explosive! They really struck gold. They need to increase their workload, store more goods, and massively release them into the northern market next spring.

  Fang Mo Nan returned home, his little aunt had already gone to school, she pulled her grandmother into the bedroom and closed the door.

  Grandma followed in, watching her mysteriously take out a package and open it.

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  "What...what's going on, how is there so much money?" Grandma stuttered and asked, the brand new 10-yuan bills, carefully counted to be over 1,000 yuan. "Where did you get it from?" she asked seriously.

  "I've earned it," Fang Mo Nan said lightly, and then went on to recount the whole story.

  Grandma listened to her finish, waited for half a day, "Making money with your brain is just too much, it's just a few pieces of scrap paper, hard to imagine. I rely on physical labor, getting up early and working late, struggling for a whole month to earn over 200, this is far inferior compared to you." She suddenly stood up, patted her leg, and exclaimed with joy: "I was right to let your aunt study, you all should also study hard."

  Fang Mo Nan thought that keeping the money in a bank was not worthwhile, as the interest rate was too low and it would be heartbreaking. Suddenly, he remembered buying lottery tickets, but didn't know if there were any prizes left. "Grandma, let's go to the post office together, no matter what, we'll take a look first, maybe there will be a surprise."

  "Oh! Why go to the post office?" Grandma looked at her in puzzlement, "If you're going, you should go to the bank instead! Take advantage of Mengbei's afternoon nap and hurry up and go back," she said as she put on her outdoor clothes.

  Because of Mo Bei's arrival, plus the days getting shorter and darker earlier. Fang Mo Nan no longer takes a nap, Mo Bei is young and sleeps a lot, usually two hours pass quickly when she falls asleep, but today if she goes out, Fang Mo Nan still cast a spell on her just in case.

  The two of them, grandmother and grandson, walked to the post office together. On their way there, Fang Mo Nan told his grandma about his plans. He thought she wouldn't agree, but unexpectedly she didn't say anything else.

  Fang Mo Nan and the others arrived at the post office smoothly, found the director, inquired about the stamps, and finally got the result that there were only 50 complete sheets here, and the rest were scattered.

  They sold everything and were about to leave when the postmaster told them that if they still wanted it, he could help contact other counties or cities. After thanking him, they went to the bank, opened an account, and deposited the remaining money.

  On the way back, the dense snowflakes hit her face, stinging, and they hurried home in a rush. Fang Mo Nan didn't go back to his room, but instead went straight into Old Man Lin's house. As expected, Old Man Lin was at home during working hours, covering himself with a quilt. His face was pale, his hands tightly grasping the bed sheet, his knuckles white, desperately trying not to make any "pain" sounds.

  Fang Mo Nan shook his head and walked in, "Alas! Dying with dignity is suffering." He took off his cotton shoes, climbed onto the bed, and sat down.

  Mr. Lin heard her voice and opened his eyes, forcing a smile: "Nan Nan, you're here."

  "Alright, stop talking." Fang Mo Nan lifted the quilt and indeed found a hot water bottle wrapped around his knees, unfortunately it couldn't alleviate the rheumatic pain.

  Fang Mo Nan first discovered he had rheumatism during the continuous autumn rain, when he saw Old Master Lin's painful endurance. She secretly took out the medicinal oil from her space and helped him relieve his pain. However, it wasn't just his knees, but also the joints on his fingers and feet that were in different kinds of pain. It was also at this time that Fang Mo Nan saw the obvious gunshot wounds on his legs, as well as some scars that looked like they were from shrapnel. It seemed he really was a soldier.

  Medicine oil can only cure symptoms but not root causes. Other areas have been effectively relieved, but the knee is still the most severe and cannot be cured until now.

  Fang Mo Nan took down the hot water bottle and lifted his knee cover. His entire knee was a deep purple, red and swollen.

  Fortunately, the heating here is sufficient, she took off her coat and put it on the bed. Thinking about how to cure him, it's not a good idea to do so every time, it hurts!

  "Don't worry, it's already good, think back to when I was shot by the Japanese and the Nationalist Party, I endured that, this little... pain is nothing..."

  He hadn't finished speaking when Fang Mo Nan smiled slyly and made a swift move, ruthlessly poking his knee. Although small in stature, the force wasn't insignificant, and for Old Man Lin, it was painful enough to make him stutter.

  "He's still showing off." Fang Mo Nan pursed his lips and furrowed his brow in thought.

  Fang Mo Nan looked at the affected area, then placed her small hands on it, closed her eyes, and urged the spiritual energy inside her body to flow out. The spiritual energy flowed through her fingers into Lin Lao Ye Zi's body. The spiritual energy lingered in his affected area, she opened her eyes to see Lin Lao Ye Zi's eyebrows relax, looking comfortable and at ease. She became invigorated, continuing to transmit the spiritual energy, feeling a sudden surge of a large amount of spiritual energy entering into Lin Lao Ye Zi's meridians.

  She closed her eyes and could clearly feel and touch the skeletal, blood vessels and meridians inside Lao Lin's body through the spiritual energy in her mind. After "seeing" the situation inside, she was even more excited, controlling the spiritual energy to rush to those stagnant places. A miraculous thing happened, one part of the spiritual energy opened up the blood vessels, while another part of the spiritual energy devoured dead cells and nourished new cells. The spiritual energy really worked, and Lao Lin's right knee cap slowly faded from purple to normal.

  Fang Mo's confidence doubled, and he increased the transmission of spiritual energy, following his meridians, the spiritual energy wandered throughout his body, and walked two circles inside him.

  The whole process took about an hour and a half. During this time, Old Man Lin felt a flow of energy passing through his knee, constantly flowing in his body. This feeling was very strange, numb and tingling, and slightly itchy. Then the energy began to surge from his body towards his arm and circulate throughout his whole body. At that moment, a thin silver needle appeared in Fang Mernan's hand and inserted into Old Man Lin's middle finger at an uncatchable speed. The energy on his arm seemed to find an outlet, accompanied by a stream of black water flowing out from the silver needle inserted in his finger.

  Fang Mo Nan recalled his spiritual energy, wiping the sweat from his forehead. His pale face couldn't hide his excitement as he looked at another knee that had fully recovered, and his fingers and toes were no longer swollen.

  It seems that Shifu's medical skills and the spiritual energy from her cultivation are indeed effective. However, Fang Mò Nán seemed to have overexerted herself, and her physical strength was somewhat depleted. Hurriedly bidding farewell to Lao Yezi, she stumbled out, informed Nai Nai, and then slipped into the "small black room" to meditate and cultivate in seclusion.

  Mr. Lin felt an unprecedented comfort throughout his body, watching as his knees slowly returned to their normal flesh color. He had lived for most of his life, but this was the first time he had seen a scene like this, with someone's eyes wide open like bronze bells and their mouth agape enough to swallow an egg. It was too incredible. As he watched her face turn from rosy to pale, he became worried sick. He was a martial artist and knew that he couldn't disturb her at this moment, or the consequences would be severe. Fortunately, it ended quickly, and she didn't even say a word before turning around and leaving.

  Mr. Lin hastily put on his coat and chased after him, but was stopped by Grandma at the door, saying that Fang Mosou's physical strength was exhausted and he would be fine after a good sleep.

  A gust of cold wind blew by, and Old Man Lin shivered, only then feeling the chill. In his haste, he hadn't worn his overcoat. Upon hearing Grandma's words, he could only hold back his concerns and return home to wait patiently. Back in the house, he lay down on his bed again. Although he was also puzzled about how Fang Mernan had learned medicine, since his young apprentice didn't say anything, he absolutely wouldn't ask. There were some things that they mutually understood but pretended not to know; this way was better for everyone.

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  Fang Mo Nan entered the space, sat on the couch in the study, crossed her legs, and placed her hands flat on her thighs. A light purple aura enveloped her, flowing continuously into her body. After about a day, she finally opened her eyes, stood up, stretched, and felt more relaxed than ever before. Her energy was also full. In nearly half a year of cultivation, she had made rapid progress. Actually, she had long known how to treat Lao Ye's root cause, but with her insufficient aura, treating the illness would easily lead to problems. She had endured until now to treat him, and it was already fortunate that nothing had gone wrong; if she had delayed any longer, the consequences would have been unpredictable.

  It was also Fang Mo's good fortune that she used medicine to help the old man, reducing the amount of spiritual energy required, so under the double effect, he could be cured so quickly. Moreover, as a result, she gained good fortune, and after cultivating her spiritual energy became even thicker than before, she had to hurry to the practice room to practice again.

  After a while, Fang Mo Nan walked out of the 'little black house' with a clear and refreshing expression. Her grandmother looked at her worriedly, as others had sent over mantou (steamed buns) for her and someone else was helping to watch the stall at the entrance. Seeing her come out, her grandmother let out a sigh of relief, "You child, you're making people worry to death, and you don't even explain things clearly."

  "I'm worried to death." Fang Mo Bei said with a blink of his eyes.

  "Oh dear! Grandma Mo Bei can talk now, and it's four words!" Fang Mo Nan exclaimed with excitement, pinching her rosy little face.

  "That's great." Grandma picked up Mo Bei and said happily: "Now your mother will finally stop worrying."

  "Grandma, Mom!" Meng Bei called out.

  "Come... come, Xiao Bei, this is a reward." Fang Mo Nan casually pulled out a big red apple and handed it to Mo Bei. "Grandma, how about we have hot pot tonight?"

  "Good." Today Fang Mo Nan and her friends were in a very good mood. Grandma agreed immediately.

  "What's going on?" asked Little Aunt and Old Man Lin together, as he heard the noise from the east room and walked over with his clothes on. Little Aunt was carrying a large bamboo basket.

  "Just in time, everyone is back. Little Yan, go take a look if the kitchen is clean? Then looking at Xiao Bei, we're going to cook dinner. It's snowing outside, today our dinner will be charcoal hot pot." Grandma put down Xiao Bei and instructed them.

  "Come on, Xiao Bei, let's go with Grandpa." Mr. Lin saw that Fang Mo Nan was fine and his heart, which had been hanging in the balance for an entire afternoon, finally put down its guard. He picked up Xiao Bei, "You all go ahead and work, I'll take care of Xiao Bei."

  Everyone got busy, dinner was fish head soup base, beef and mutton hot pot, and the "green vegetables" from the backyard were full of color, fragrance and flavor. After finishing their meal, they studied for over an hour, then it was time for entertainment.

  "Tell the story of Sun Wukong..." Fang Mo Bei hastily said first.

  "Wow! Xiao Bei can talk!" exclaimed Little Aunt.

  "Hmm! Spoken very fluently, not a single word was stumbled upon." said Fang Mo Nan.

  "Alright, let's talk about the story of Sun Wukong." Old Master Lin is now telling stories, not only do they love to listen, but also the children from neighboring families, even workers who come to their home for dinner, after finishing dinner, all run to listen before going back home to sleep.

  On a winter night, it was snowing heavily outside, but inside the house, everyone felt warm and cozy, shutting out the cold.

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