"I’m a young woman with a bright future, what bad things could I possibly do?"
Anning was quite angry, "Dad, you’re wrong to think that way about your own daughter."
Mr. Jiang fell silent.
Anning explained to him: "Do you know what flipping houses is? Oh, I can’t explain it all to you right now, but anyway, I have a classmate whose family is in real estate. I got so insider information from her. Just lend the money, and in less than a month, I promise to pay you back, and even get you a house in the process."
Mr. Jiang was quite tempted, "Is that information reliable?"
Anning patted Mr. Jiang, "Don’t worry, they’re a well-known company. If I weren’t close to her, they definitely wouldn’t have given the tip."
Mr. Jiang really wanted to lend the money to Anning, but he felt sowhat uneasy.
Anning promptly found paper and pen, and quickly wrote an IOU for Mr. Jiang: "Here, you hold on to this. You think I’d cheat you?"
This was his own daughter, after all, whose character was trustworthy; she surely wouldn’t cheat him out of his money.
Thinking this way, Mr. Jiang agreed in a confused state.
Having coaxed her father into agreeing, Anning went back to sleep.
But Mr. Jiang couldn’t sleep at all.
It was at dawn, just when he was about to catch so extra sleep, that Anning dragged him out of bed.
"Dad, get up quickly. We need to get things done after breakfast."
Anning rather forcefully herded Mr. Jiang into the bank early in the morning, when business was still slow, and transferred the money from his passbook to her bank card.
With the money in hand, Anning imdiately had An Xin open an account for her and then invested the money in the stock market.
An Xin was exceptionally skilled at gathering information and analyzing data – nothing in the online world could escape her notice.
Before the money was even in hand, An Xin had already started assessing the situation. She had long calculated which stocks to buy, and how to maximize profits in the shortest amount of ti.
Besides An Xin, Anning also had so mories from her original body.
The original body’s Gu family also invested in financial markets, sothing the original body paid close attention to.
She rembered which stocks had been rising recently and which were likely to fall. After sharing these mories with An Xin, An Xin beca even more empowered.
Anning left the stock market affairs to An Xin.
Afterward, she just holed up at ho to work on coding and such.
While Anning was busy making money, Xiao Yuan wasn’t idle either.
Although the original body Xiao Yuan inherited was flawed, its academic performance had been particularly good. Even though he was dazzled by the glitz of the city, he remained clear-headed, knowing that to stay in the city, he had to maintain good grades.
He not only studied hard but also maintained an excellent relationship with his supervising professor.
The original body studied clinical dicine, but the dical College also offered a traditional Chinese dicine program. After enrollnt, the original body beca quite curious about traditional Chinese dicine, often attended TCM courses, and would read TCM books when possible. He had a basic understanding of TCM.
This made things convenient for Xiao Yuan.
Xiao Yuan’s ntor was Professor Xie Xincheng, who, being old, suffered various discomforts, sotis even cervical spine problems after teaching students for long periods.
One day, Xie Xincheng’s arm was so sore he could hardly lift it.
Xiao Yuan happened to see this and offered his help: "Professor, I’ve been attending TCM lectures since my freshman year. I hardly ever missed Mr. Lu’s classes. Even if I couldn’t attend, I would have soone record them for , and I would review the recordings carefully. I’ve also learned so TCM techniques. How about I give you a massage and see if it helps?"
Xie Xincheng was very fond of Xiao Yuan, a student who ca from a poor background but was hardworking and ambitious.
The student was so concerned for him that Xie Xincheng didn’t want to refuse Xiao Yuan’s kindness.
He sat down, "Then give it a try."
Xiao Yuan smiled and began the massage.
Who was Xiao Yuan? He had been a National Doctor for several lifetis; in ancient tis, he was known as a Divine Doctor. There was a lifeti when he was worshipped by the Wan Family for curing a plague.
With his dical skills, massaging Xie Xincheng was bound to be effective.
After only a few minutes of massage, Xie Xincheng could feel the difference.
His originally very painful arm was much less sore, and beca more flexible when moving. He used to feel a sharp pull in his back, but now it was much more comfortable.
"You’re really quite skilled with your hands."
Xie Xincheng praised with a smile.
"I’ve read many such books, and I often practice in the dorm. It’s all about accurately locating the acupoints, plus the application of force..."
Xiao Yuan explained while continuing the massage.
Xie Xincheng listened and nodded along.
After a while, he felt completely relaxed and unexpectedly fell asleep.
You couldn’t imagine how sweet Xie Xincheng’s sleep was.
When he woke up, he couldn’t believe that he had gone into deep sleep.
Recently, due to various reasons, he had been suffering from poor sleep quality for quite a while. It was also because of this poor quality of sleep that various ailnts began to erge.
But after this sleep, he woke up feeling refreshed.
Opening his eyes, he saw Xiao Yuan sitting beside him, reading a book with great interest.
"I really didn’t expect, you being a clinical student, to also be doing so well in TCM."
Xie Xincheng walked over to see Xiao Yuan reading a book on TCM and couldn’t help but comnt.
Xiao Yuan quickly stood up, "Traditional Chinese dicine is a heritage passed down by our ancestors, our national treasure; we can’t lose it. I actually intend to pursue a path combining both Western and traditional Chinese dicine."
Xie Xincheng looked at Xiao Yuan appreciatively, "Good, I know now. Are you free tonight? My wife is making sothing delicious for dinner. If you’re available, co over to eat and give my wife a massage as well, she hasn’t been sleeping well lately."
"Sure."
Xiao Yuan agreed with a smile.
After returning ho from school, Xie Xincheng called Old Man Lu.
He and Mr. Lu were about the sa age and had a good relationship, talking quite casually with each other: "Old Man Lu, let tell you about a PhD student I’m supervising nad Xiao Yuan, do you know him?"
Old Man Lu thought for a long ti before he rembered, "There’s a faint impression, he often attends my classes, and he answers questions pretty well too."
"He said he hasn’t missed a single one of your classes. He now has so foundation in TCM, and I find he’s quite interested in it. I’m thinking of bringing him over to you soti, so you can test him. If he’s really got the talent, we shouldn’t waste it."
Mainly because nowadays, more young people study Western dicine and fewer study TCM.
Western dicine can be learned in a few years, but not TCM – that requires hard work from a young age. Spending a few years in school won’t suffice if the aptitude isn’t there.
Therefore, Old Man Lu imdiately agreed, "Okay, bring him over when you have ti. If he truly has the talent, I’ll make an exception and teach him so of my best techniques."
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