Chapter 61

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  Andres didn't know what had happened, but looking at Mare's complexion and spirit, it was clear that she had improved a lot. Her eyes were full of luster, with a yearning for life. No longer was she listless and defeated. He visibly let out a sigh of relief, "Oh dear, you look much better." He stepped forward, bent down and hugged her.

  "Really? I think so too." Stacy hugged herself with both arms.

  Watching them show affection in front of her, Fang Mo Nan put on his shoes and placed the medicine on the coffee table, mouthing to her: "This is your painkiller, remember to drink it." She pulled Mu Bei, "Since Andre has arrived, we should leave."

  Andres turned around and said, "Thank you for taking care of her, no matter what, thank you."

  "It's also your trust," Fang Mo Nan said, otherwise everything would be in vain.

  "We should go first, otherwise our meal will get cold." Fang Mo Nan said and pulled Mo Bei away.

  After Fang and the others left, Andres patiently finished feeding Stacy dinner.

  Stacy felt unbearable waist pain, and Andres decocted that pack of traditional Chinese medicine. After he finished decocting the medicine according to her instructions, he looked at the bowl of medicine that was about to cool down on the bedside table. Marry had never said it was dry, so she just left it there. Andres couldn't help but ask, "Marry, is this really smelly?"

  "Analgesic", Stacy said with difficulty.

  "Andrés, what's that medicine? Where did you get it from? I don't want you to drink it. Who knows if it'll cause any problems."

  "Fine, I won't drink, but you'd better go get a doctor now, I'm in unbearable pain." Stacy said with gritted teeth.

  Andres heard that Ma Shang was about to run out, taking advantage of this moment Stacy tilted her head and put the long straw into the medicine bowl. If it wasn't for the timely effort, she would have really had a hard time swallowing the bitter medicine. "It's so bitter!" Hearing the rapid footsteps, she scrunched up her face, took a deep breath, sucked it all in, spat out the straw and panted heavily.

  At this time, Andres saw that he had been deceived and hurriedly ran, but unfortunately it was too late. He saw the brown medicine residue on Stacey's mouth, the empty medicine bowl and the straw inside. He rushed into the corridor and shouted "Doctor, doctor come quickly! Come and see what happened to Stacey. Oh my god!"

  The doctor rushed over, grabbed by Andres, "Check quickly, check quickly. Mary just drank something she shouldn't have."

  "Jerry, don't listen to Andres' nonsense, I'm fine. Better than ever, the best I've ever been," Stacy said, seeing old Jerry too, who was also her good friend.

  Jerry is the neurosurgeon at this hospital, heard old Andres yelling loudly in the corridor, rushed over and asked what made him so discourteous.

  "Is that so, Mary? You look a bit pale. Let's work together to get you treated and you'll definitely recover." Jerry said, although his words of comfort were weak.

  "Jerry, don't listen to her, you go and examine her properly. Must, must, at once." He shook the doctor's arm vigorously.

  "Andres, calm down, I'm still checking, don't jump to conclusions." "Stop shaking, I can't take those big hands of yours." Jerry saw him let go and started asking questions.

  "Murray, is there anywhere you're uncomfortable? No jumps," Jerry asked. Murray shook his head.

  "No, you just said your waist and back hurt badly," Andres said.

  "It doesn't hurt now," Mary said, and it was really amazing, it didn't hurt that much anymore, of course there was still a little bit of swelling.

  Jerry shrugged and Andres said uneasily "No way, you'd better go take a CT scan?"

  Stacy said to reassure him, "What's wrong with taking a photo?"

  In the room, Jerry looked at the screen with a frown, and Andres saw it, "The condition has worsened again, very bad, no jumping words."

  "It's not, it hasn't gotten worse, although it's small, but I find it strange that the condition has improved so obviously?" Jerry said.

  "Improved," Andres repeated. "You're saying that Maree's spine hasn't deteriorated, but improved." He confirmed again.

  "Yes, look here and here, the edema has shrunk." Jerry said, pointing at the screen.

  Andres couldn't understand what was going on outside, but the improvement represented hope. He ran to Maree, who had been pushed out, and happily told her the good news.

  Stacy listened with a matter-of-fact expression, traditional Chinese medicine is really amazing.

  Fang Mo Nan and they returned home, sat on the sofa, "You don't ask me what I did inside?"

  "There's something strange about you, Stacy," said Mo Bei.

  "Fang Mo Nan was startled, and then she couldn't help but think of that time. "Someone else.""

  "Don't worry, it's just me and Grandpa Lin at home." Fang Mo Bei said.

  As soon as he heard her words, Fang Mo Nan also did it for her.

  Here is the translation:

  "After that, things became simpler. There were two more exams, both of which were a piece of cake for Moebe. Another task was that Moebe hadn't attended elementary school yet and had only been taught by her family at home. She needed to obtain a high school diploma during Curtis's period in order to graduate from Curtis, so she had to enter an elementary school in Philadelphia. It seemed like everyone had forgotten about this, so when they suddenly decided to go check out the situation of each elementary school before making a decision, Ludwig received a call saying 'Let's go to elementary school together'."

  With Ludwig's help, they didn't go to inspect anymore. With a companion accompanying the Murnau family, they also felt at ease. The elementary school was a public elementary school near the University of Pennsylvania.

  Fang Mo Nan and his aunt accompanied Fang Mo Bei to move into Curtis. At first glance, the Curtis Institute of Music is a typical 19th-century style building, but its entrance is extremely inconspicuous compared to the grand entrances of universities back home. However, it seems that the educational quality and luxuriousness are not directly proportional. After entering, Fang Mo Nan felt quite uncomfortable, as the artistic atmosphere was very thick. His aunt and he looked at the hardware provided by Curtis, a single apartment with a kitchen and bathroom, which was very convenient, and nodded in satisfaction.

  "It's even better than the conditions I had at Beida." Xiaoyi sighed, "We've all been corrupted." It's far from comparable to those four-person or eight-person dorms back home.

  "This isn't good. Didn't you see the piano department? One person per Steinway back to the apartment," said Fang Mengnan.

  Because there is a music learner at home, everyone knows something about famous musical instrument brands. Steinway's pursuit of tone color is almost abnormal, and every Steinway piano must undergo strict inspection before it goes on stage to ensure that each one has a unique sound. In terms of tone color, Steinway's sound is difficult to express in words, feeling like a noble and elegant, extremely imperial voice. Every time people hear the sound of Steinway for the first time, they are all conquered by its noble temperament. The low notes of Steinway pianos are incredibly rich, the middle notes warm and thick, and the high notes bright and gorgeous. However, in terms of mid-range tones, Steinway is the most outstanding, with strong infectiousness and expressiveness. In Fang Mengnan's opinion, however, the most lethal thing about Steinway is still its innate imperial temperament. The hefty price makes one speechless, truly "luxurious".

  "It's quite expensive," Auntie nodded, "Letting Mo Bei live here, I still have some misgivings, it's still too small."

  "It's okay, we're not far apart. If you're worried, you can come visit me often. I'll be fine, I'm at school every day, it's very safe." Fang Mo changed the subject, "You should worry more about my sister, we're all in school now, and she's left alone at home during the day."

  "Yes, this is indeed difficult." Xiaoyi thought for a moment, "Alright, you come with me to the university during the day and stay in the library."

  "No need, I can handle it myself at home." Fang Mo Nan had finally gotten some alone time, how could he give it up. "Nowadays, it's all me taking care of you guys, the meals are cooked by me, the clothes are washed by me, and the house is cleaned by me."

  Little Aunt blushed, thinking that she had been so busy adapting to university life here that she hadn't taken care of the kids at all, and it was the kids who were taking care of her. "Then let's just find a nanny, no need to discuss this." The bourgeoisie are indeed the bourgeoisie, and this is also a case of when in Rome do as the Romans do, Little Aunt would always find excuses.

  Actually Fang Mo Nan can also say that she is in elementary school, but it was just a fleeting thought. She still prefers homeschooling and letting Andres help out, which she told Stacy about when they went to the hospital today. Homeschooling at home, at the end of each semester, Jian needs to submit a teaching report to the Education Bureau, the children take exams, as long as they pass, they can continue homeschooling next year.

  After Stacy finished her treatment, Fang Mo Nan said to Mary, "Please ask Andres to accompany me to the elementary school. I think it's more convincing with an adult present."

  "This is good." Stacy was going to refuse at first, but then she thought that since she had made up her mind, it definitely wouldn't be bad.

  As Stacy had expected, Andres accompanied Fang Mengnan to the Education Bureau and primary school to go through the formalities. When filling out the forms, Fang Mengnan answered fluently, and there was no problem with going to middle school.

  At home, a nanny named Jenny was hired. She is over 40 years old, black, and a chubby auntie. Actually, she is just a part-time worker. Fang Mo Nan told her beforehand not to interfere with anything of hers, just sweep the floor, do laundry, wash dishes, no need to cook. Because cooking is Fang Mo Nan's job, she doesn't like washing dishes.

  After Xiaoyi gradually adapted to university life, Fang Mo Nan urged her to learn how to drive and get a temporary driver's license. It was very inconvenient without a car, although rice, flour, and vegetables didn't need to be bought outside, daily necessities had to be purchased. Moreover, it was impossible to stay at home every day without buying groceries.

  The little aunt passed the written test quickly, and during the road test, her meticulousness as a female driver helped her pass smoothly. The traffic rules in the US are much more complicated than those in China, and they are very strict. What they mainly test is safety awareness, and driving skills come second. Because improving driving skills is easy, but without safety awareness, there will be endless troubles. This is completely different from China, where people focus on practicing techniques, ignoring rules, and ignoring pedestrians - as long as you bribe them, it's fine. The fact that China has created the world's third-largest number of motor vehicles and 25th highest accident rate speaks for itself.

  Auntie passed the test in one go, only costing $50. No treating to meals, no giving gifts, no cheating, and no humiliation. This is a stark contrast to what happens domestically. I recall that in the early 90s when my old man took his driver's test, it cost 3000 RMB, and this was after giving gifts. Apart from the explicit costs, there were also layers of people taking bribes and being humiliated.

  The government's arbitrary taxation is more ferocious than a tiger, and the numerous taxes that have been added over time are like cow hair, making it a myriad of taxes. The people's tax burden pain index ranks second in the world, bearing an excessively heavy tax burden while enjoying extremely meager welfare benefits. There is no free lunch in this world; every bit of welfare provided by the government is squeezed out from our taxes. Sometimes, ordinary folks really wish they didn't have those "welfare benefits" that are all talk and no action, and just collect a little less in taxes instead.

  So vicious as to not even let go of a small driver's license, is it the rise of a great nation or the seizure by a great nation?

  Getting a driver's license and actually driving on the road are two different things. After getting her license, Xiao Yi excitedly drove Fang Mo Nan to the supermarket to buy some things. On the way, a small dog crossing the street scared Xiao Yi so much that she accidentally pressed the accelerator instead of the brake, and in fright, she let go of the steering wheel with both hands. Fortunately, Fang Mo Nan quickly sat on Xiao Yi's lap, kicked her foot away, stepped on the brake, and pulled up the handbrake after the car stopped. The car was only a hair's breadth away from the wall, it was a close call.

  The car stopped, and Xiao Yi couldn't stop panting. "I'm scared to death! I thought getting a driver's license was enough, but it seems like I need to practice more."

  "When did you learn how to drive?" asked Xiao Yi, who had calmed down and was now curious.

  "It's been following you in the coach car for so long, it's only natural that you'd get used to seeing it." Fang Mo Nan said matter-of-factly.

  "It's a good thing you're here." said Xiao Yi, or else who knows what would have happened

  "It's fine if you call me." Fang Mo Nan said, "Let's go home."

  Afterwards, Fang Mo Nan would often meet up with them and teach them the correct Western dining etiquette. After all, they wouldn't be able to go home for every meal, and there were plenty of opportunities to dine out. When in Rome, do as the Romans do; they couldn't afford to lose face.

  It is well known that American lawyers are numerous, and there is a humorous story about this: many years ago, several Americans, Russians, and Cubans were traveling together in a train compartment. As the train was moving, the Russian took out a bottle of vodka and started drinking it, but after only a few sips, he threw the bottle out of the window. The American couldn't understand why he was wasting it, and the Russian replied that their country had the best vodka and also the most vodka, so much that they could afford to throw it away. Next to them, the Cuban was smoking a cigar, and seeing this, silently threw half of his cigar out of the window as well. The American said "What's wrong with you?" The Cuban replied that in Cuba, they had the best cigars and also the most cigars, so many that throwing one away wasn't a concern about waste.

  The American thought for a moment, then stood up and opened the car window. He turned around and threw his accompanying lawyer out of the window.

  In this unfamiliar place, it's better to rely on each other. Fang Mo Nan lets Xiao Yi and the others get familiar with some common legal knowledge, so they won't be bullied without fighting back.

  To outsiders, the numerous American lawyers seem as many as cattle hair or as vast as a sea of smoke. Mainly referring to private lawyers in the United States. The United States is a common law country, and the complexity of the law has created various precedents that are dazzling and overwhelming. Cultural tradition also contributes to the large number of lawyers. Abraham Lincoln, the 16th President of the United States, once said a warning phrase that represents American lawyer culture: "We must make the law the political faith of this country." Where there is a market, there is demand, and most importantly, lawyers' income is not small. People scold lawyers for being unscrupulous, yet they cannot leave them alone, urging their children to attend law school.

  For many foreigners who immigrate to the United States or visit the US, the first person they meet when entering the country may be a lawyer, and the last American they meet when leaving the US may also be a lawyer.

  So Fang Mo Nan helped the two of them integrate into this society as soon as possible. Every holiday, Xiao Yi and her sister would follow Fang Mo Nan's instructions and return home to gather together, and also ask her, this little "百事通" (all-knowing person), to dispel their doubts. Most importantly, they would have a good meal together. After all, she had been living here for nearly ten years, and with her guidance, they could avoid taking some detours. Xiao Yi curiously asked Fang Mo Nan how she knew so much.

  Fang Mo Nan waved his hand with an air of old-fashioned elegance, "If you don't have knowledge, at least grasp some common sense. If you don't have common sense, then watch more TV. If you can't afford a TV, flip through magazines. If you can't afford magazines, read the newspaper."

  "You're dead, you dare to lecture me!" Xiaoyi stood up and chased her, hitting her. Mo Bei watched Fang Moe Nan getting scolded and burst out laughing.

  Laughter dispelled the thought of home, although they occasionally called their families to report safety, after all, they were separated by the Pacific Ocean. No matter how expensive it was, it couldn't stop them from calling.

  Curtis's teaching is very free, almost every day there are performances, and the performances in the school will be posted on the big halls, and the ones outside the school will also issue tickets. Fang Miao felt like he was suddenly pulled into an ocean of music, almost drowning, a bit too rich, didn't know how to arrange it, let alone still having to attend elementary school classes.

  At first, she was busy and flustered when she entered the school, but she wasn't afraid of performing. In fact, she was excited. What's even more frightening is that she had to learn about modern music history thoroughly in a short period of time. Because from time to time, you would see legendary figures in the academy. For example, you might be stopped by a famous conductor master when taking the elevator, or bumped into a big shot in the composition world who rushes past you in the corridor.

  These things should have been taught by Reinhard, fortunately he still knew a Ludwig who was willing to teach M?nchberg and impart this knowledge better.

  The academy would produce a master or even legendary figure every three to four days, and after more than a month, Mo Bei finally had a complete understanding of the place and wouldn't make any more jokes. Moreover, Ludwig had the potential to be an eight-trigrams man, and he told Mo Bei all about these people, from their resumes to their anecdotes, in great detail. In the end, Mo Bei concluded that those masters were all monsters, including their professional instructor Andre, who was far from being as easy-going and kind as he had imagined.

  This robust instructor was no longer as gentle and soft-spoken to Mary, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe him as a demon in class.

  "Northern Hard is changing his habit to adapt to Andres' misty and mysterious teaching method, 'it's really about people adapting to the environment.' She took a big sip of porridge. 'Sister, your biological clock is more accurate than an alarm clock, I can't be late, I mustn't delay him. I still have to attend elementary school classes, sometimes I run there and get sweaty, which isn't allowed either. Going to class is like taking a fragrant bath, I also need to find his hiding spots. And in class, it's always me playing the violin, he listens without any expression, then just tells me to find some master to deal with this section, that's it. Next time, if I don't improve, the result is disastrous, my hands and feet go soft. Sometimes he's a bit absent-minded, but as long as I mention Stacy's illness, his mood will change for the better, then he'll kindly point out my shortcomings, the result is always me being criticized mercilessly. But it's also a good thing to have found a way in, whenever I mention Stacy, my gains are always substantial." Northern Hard smiled and said "the instructor is a total foodie, I think if you go, your treatment will be better than mine."

  "All artists have a potential for neurosis," said Xiao Yi. "There's only a thin line between genius and madness."

  "Reasonable demands are training, unreasonable demands are tempering." Fang Monan brought out the fried small yellow fish from the kitchen again, "How about you?" Fang Monan brought out the fried small fish from the kitchen again.

  "Haha, it's pretty good." Fang Mo Bei smiled foolishly, but He Zhi thought it was a significant improvement.

  "Exactly," said Little Aunt, "what about other mentors, are they also like this?" She asked curiously.

  "Diseases are all connected, everyone is the same." Fang Mo Bei said with a smile, "Even worse than me" She chattered on about her experiences in school, making them laugh. (If you like this work, welcome to subscribe and reward on Starting Point website, your support is my greatest motivation.)

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