Chapter 222: Taking It Again

The next day, Wang Yan went out early to exercise and took the opportunity to buy some nourishing ingredients at the vegetable market, planning to nourish Yang Yue and accelerate her recovery.

By the time he returned home, Yang Yue was still fast asleep. He didn't bother her much, but relatively speaking, Yang Yue's constitution was worse. In the future, he would have to prepare pills for Yang Yue to enhance her constitution.

After washing up, following Wang Yan's diligent clanging, before long, an appetizing fragrance permeated the courtyard. Yang Yue in her sleep twitched her nose a few times, but she was truly exhausted and covered her head to continue sleeping.

But covering her head couldn't make her sleep again; her empty stomach was activated, and the fragrance had reached the quilt, so how could she sleep? After rolling over twice, Yang Yue rubbed her eyes and sat up. Feeling the pain in her lower body and recalling the "riding the wind and breaking the waves," she couldn't help but bury her head in the quilt with a burning face, but the corners of her mouth couldn't hide her smile. This time she won; Zhao Yingnan wasn't as brave as her...

Wang Yan walked into the room, saw Yang Yue's appearance, and thought she regretted it, so he sat on the edge of the bed and touched her head: "Get up and eat, I made you some nourishing soup."

Yang Yue raised her head with a flushed face, looked at Wang Yan, and said in a low voice: "You... you go out, I'm getting dressed."

This appearance was still quite attractive. If the situation didn't forbid it, Yang Yue definitely wouldn't be able to get out of bed today: "Okay, hurry up, get dressed and wash up, it'll be ready soon."

Seeing Wang Yan go out, Yang Yue got up, dressed with difficulty, washed up, and sat opposite Wang Yan.

Looking at her face that had been red since morning, Wang Yan smiled and poured her a bowl of soup: "Taste it, it's been simmering all morning, plus my secret family recipe, absolutely nourishing."

Yang Yue lowered her head and took a sip, then looked up with stars in her eyes: "Delicious."

"Drink more, it's good for you."

"Mm." Yang Yue nodded, drank a bowl of soup, and pondered: "What are you doing today?"

"Of course, staying home to accompany you. I'm not the kind of person who eats and wipes clean and then turns and leaves." After a joke, Wang Yan said: "I've wronged you."

Yang Yue shook her head: "I'm willing, eat..."

She certainly knew what Wang Yan meant; they couldn't get married in this life. Although sometimes thinking about it was indeed a bit wronged, but on the other hand, if the man wasn't outstanding, he wouldn't make her so desperate. Since she didn't want to let go, she had to eat the corresponding bitter fruit; saying so much was meaningless.

Wang Yan didn't do anything this week but stay home and accompany Yang Yue. Hou Pu and Xin Yi, whom he had arranged to do sales, Hou Pu worked for two days, and Xin Yi worked for half a day, and then they didn't talk about other things.

Hou Pu overestimated himself, thinking that he could get things done by working to death, but clearly, relying on this alone wouldn't work. To be honest, Wang Yan was quite good to Hou Pu, although he didn't know how Hou Pu had managed to graduate originally, he thought it must have been quite difficult.

Now Wang Yan helped introduce the job, which was just standing at the counter in the Electronics Street during breaks, no need to solicit customers or anything, just sell a computer from his hands and get the corresponding commission, and even if he couldn't sell it, there was still a base salary, which was much better than before.

If one had to say the biggest change Wang Yan brought to Hou Pu, it was controlling the energy he used when speaking with his teeth bared; he couldn't avoid the accent, but he looked much more pleasing to the eye.

Xin Yi's temperament was still a bit lacking. He could talk quite well, but he couldn't hold on through one rejection after another. And if he had had determination early on, he would have just gotten up early during military training, so there wouldn't have been so many things today.

Most importantly, there was no deep hatred between him and Wang Yan. Wang Yan hadn't dug his corner; it was Yang Yue's own choice. This lacked the most basic driving force, leaving him without the breath to persist. Even if he succeeded, Yang Yue wouldn't look at him more, so what was the point of tossing about?

Others who had ideas saw the two fail, so they settled down and studied seriously, which could be considered suppressing this restless sprout.

Sunday evening, although her legs were soft, Yang Yue, whose face was flushed, returned to the dormitory and winked at Zhao Yingnan, who was sitting there reading.

Seeing Yang Yue change so much in two days, Gu Xiaoman and You Yue, the two chatterboxes, went up: "Demon Blade, what have you been doing these two days? Why does it feel like you've become a different person?"

Xiao Hong also chimed in from the side: "Yeah, Blade, the pimples on your face look much better. Hmm... you wouldn't have secretly found a boyfriend and released, would you?"

She had teased Yang Yue before that she was "stifled," and she wasn't like Zhao Yingnan, who let people touch her only after dating for a good year. She and Qiu Shui had naturally followed the flow not long after they got together. She also had experience, and the more she looked at Yang Yue, the more she felt like it.

Yang Yue glared: "Get lost, what are you talking about? It's just that I've rested well these two days."

The group of girls didn't care and followed Xiao Hong in talking about topics with a bit of color.

Zhao Yingnan looked at the exceptionally beautiful Yang Yue, and adding Xiao Hong's words, how could she not understand what was going on? Although she had long known there would be such a day, when this day really came, she couldn't describe what she felt in her heart; mixed feelings were just right.

She didn't go to Wang Yan to say anything useless; having known each other for so long, didn't she know? He was a scumbag. He didn't take the initiative, but he didn't refuse either. She didn't want to leave Wang Yan, and even if she went to argue, it would only consume their feelings and be of no help.

Zhao Yingnan bit her lip blankly and fell into deep thought...

On the boys' dormitory side, seeing Wang Yan open the door and come in, especially with the things in his hand, Du Zhong went to the door diligently: "Brother Yan is back. Oh my, I've missed you so much these two days." As he spoke, he naturally took the things from Wang Yan's hand.

"Is it me you miss? Not thinking about the things I bought?"

Wang Yan basically bought something to eat every week. For one, everyone knew he had money, and although it would be fine if he didn't spend it, there were always people who were particular, and people were just like that. Secondly, and most importantly, it was to nourish Xin Yi with the nutrition he needed.

Huang Qi, who was at the shop, quickly got off the bed: "It's all the same, it's all the same."

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled, turning to greet: "Xin Yi, Hou Pu, come and eat, brother is improving your lives. And who is that, Qiu Shui?"

Xin Yi went over to eat with Du Zhong and the others: "What else could he be doing? Probably out messing around with Xiao Hong somewhere."

This "messing around with Xiao Hong" was used well. Qiu Shui looked literary and wrote yellow stories all day, but he wasn't very brave; his resentment and dissatisfaction in reality were all in his works.

Wang Yan had read them twice. In his works, the big villain who occupied the heroine and the class enemy were his templates, and the heroine was naturally Zhao Yingnan... However, he didn't hold it against Qiu Shui; after all, he didn't name names, and he was still a child who hadn't grown up, so his heart was very broad.

As for Xiao Hong, Wang Yan had never felt she was uneducated but true-natured. Of course, her energy was something other familiar girls didn't have, which was a kind of wildness in the eyes of Qiu Shui and most people. She took Qiu Shui out to drink, dance, amusement parks, video game arcades, and so on every day, all of which were the hottest places at the time, and they had a great time. The key was that their conditions were not bad; just take Hou Pu and Wang Xiuyu—if they played like that for two days, their homes might be gone.

Hou Pu pulled off a chicken leg: "If you have to say it, you're the most sensible. I was just wanting to eat chicken recently, and you satisfied my wish."

"Just eat your food." Wang Yan looked at Huang Qi and greeted: "Huang Qi, it's been a long time since I asked, how are you and Liu Tingting?"

Huang Qi sighed: "Just like that, what else could it be..."

Wang Yan shook his head, picked up a book casually to read, and didn't say anything more. Regarding Huang Qi and Liu Tingting's affairs, not only had Wang Yan said it, but others had also advised him more or less. It was just that Huang Qi wasn't a man of decision, but he wasn't a man who listened to others either, dragging it out until now without a result. If he had money, he would make long-distance calls, and if he didn't, he would send intercontinental letters; perhaps he enjoyed it himself, who knows.

The group talked for a while, and basically, everyone did their own thing. It was the same principle as Wang Yan having talked everything through with Zhao Yingnan and Yang Yue; he had lived with this group for two years, and they were transparent, basically having nothing to say. Moreover, their coursework was busy, and everyone was studying hard. Usually, only when they were annoyed by studying would they tease each other to relax.

By ten o'clock, the group consciously washed up. Those who were burning the midnight oil to study stayed quiet and studied with their desk lamps, and those who didn't lie on the bed and closed their eyes to rest.

Of course, Wang Yan was the only one who really lay on the bed; everyone else was using desk lamps to memorize books. It was just that Wang Mou was too outstanding; the trash from before had long since gone, and now he was a well-deserved Wang the Academic Tyrant. He was number one in every subject, broke multiple school records in the school sports meet, and was a talent who was truly well-rounded in morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor.

He had basically memorized everything in the books; what he lacked was practical experience. He was even bored and reading basic medical content now. His clinical practice was also coming from basic medicine. Although he didn't plan to engage in medical research, learning more was never wrong. This time, he was focusing on Western medicine, integrating Chinese and Western medicine, and becoming a master of medical arts.

And he waited until nearly twelve o'clock before Qiu Shui returned to the dormitory drunk. Normally, the dormitory closed at ten, but not to mention Qiu Shui's family connections, even if he just went to get close to the old man watching the door, he could get in.

The drunk Qiu Shui was fine; he didn't make a mess, found water to drink with a clatter, took off his clothes in a mess, and fell asleep lying there.

Qiu Shui returning so late did affect the rest of others. Wang Yan lay there and heard several impatient deep breaths. Except for Huang Qi, who was fast asleep, Hou Pu, Du Zhong, and Xin Yi were one after another breathing long.

The main thing was the foundation. Compared to other world-class authoritative journals, the ones he set up weren't recognized, and even if they were recognized, they weren't acknowledged. If it weren't for money, no one would publish papers with him. Moreover, the country itself had them, and it was redundant for him to raise one.

Of course, the bottom line was still backwardness. Most of the top academic achievements were researched by others, and we were working hard to catch up. It was useless to set up a journal ourselves to challenge others; it was all superficial work. If the day came when the top academic achievements were all researched by China, needless to say, China's academic journals would be the most top-tier.

And the reason it took a year and a half to graduate from graduate school was mainly because his clinical rotation wasn't complete and the hard indicators weren't enough; otherwise, he could have graduated long ago.

After graduating from graduate school, Wang Yan spent another year and a half to graduate with a doctorate, which was also because of hard indicators. After all, he was doing clinical practice; if his foundation wasn't enough and he used half a bucket of water to treat people, that would be truly sorry for them.

And after graduation, he naturally stayed at Renhe Hospital as a resident doctor. He wasn't assigned to the inpatient department, as that would be a waste of talent, because Wang Yan's past grades proved he was qualified, could treat diseases, and could treat diseases in a way that made the leadership feel at ease, so he was directly assigned to the clinic.

Wang Mouren successfully became Dr. Wang. Outside the outpatient building of the hospital, there was already a small photo of Dr. Wang on the wall, although it was very small, and although if one couldn't get a number for other doctors and experts, no one would look for a twenty-four-year-old resident doctor to see a doctor...

In the process, there was certainly an opportunity for public-funded study abroad. With his strength and the good popularity he had built up by licking feet, he was naturally the first choice. However, because he wanted to go out with Zhao Yingnan and Yang Yue, he gave up the opportunity. He clearly told the college leadership that he wouldn't waste national resources and would pay for his own further studies abroad in the future.

It was recognized by the college that Wang Yan had money, and even how he had it was known to most of them. For Wang Yan's genius, they were envious, jealous, and hateful; after all, no one disliked having too much money. Not to mention that after Wang Yan had surplus money, he also donated a sum in the name of the company for school construction.

Renhe Hospital was a unit directly under the Health Commission, and according to regulations, it couldn't engage in business. It was just that there were always more ways than difficulties, and there were ways to circumvent them. Although the upper leadership knew that the company was Wang Yan's, they couldn't handle him legally.

And the key was that Wang Yan's company didn't engage in the pharmaceutical industry, and the most excessive thing was a health supplement business. It didn't conflict with his identity as a doctor at all, not to mention using his position for personal gain in the hospital, so there wasn't a single problem.

Speaking of the company, after several years of development, it could be considered to have stood up. The name was naturally the "Long Teng" used for many years, spanning industries such as the Internet, software and hardware, light and heavy manufacturing, real estate, logistics, etc., all of which had a certain scale. Although he had been remote-controlling it for so many years, with his management art, experience, vision, means, etc., no matter how big the company was, it was like using a cannon to hit a mosquito.

It was worth mentioning that Wang Yan started a health supplement business, which was selling his secret medicine pills. The name was very vulgar, "Qiang Shen" (Strengthening Body), but it was simple and direct; one knew what it was for at a glance. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that it was easy to think too much, he would have wanted to call it "Qiang Ji" (Strengthening Foundation). In comparison, this was more vivid. His medicine was to strengthen the roots and bones and build the foundation.

At the same time, he established a scientific research laboratory outside and recruited a group of domestic and foreign doctors to work on the finished product of the secret medicine. This wasn't as easy as imagined. The medicine itself had already reduced its efficacy by condensing it into pills, and after a series of operations such as extraction and synthesis of active ingredients to make it into a finished product, it was a question of whether it was still that thing. Although it was far less difficult than the universal improvement of the secret medicine, it was truly a big job.

While selling Qiang Shen pills, he could also explore the path and absorb experience. Although the scale of the start was far different, the goal was the same, just a matter of sooner or later. Including pill pricing, customer positioning, herb farmer support, and the corresponding poverty alleviation issues of cultivating herb farmers in poor areas, etc., he used a set of mature models that he would use directly when he reached that stage in the real world.

As for poverty alleviation and charity work, Wang Yan had always been doing it, but most of it was charity activities for children, including the funding of children in welfare homes, the schooling and nutrition problems of children in remote and poor areas, and the treatment of local rural teachers, etc.

He didn't like building schools very much; after all, the teaching staff wasn't enough, and it would be a waste to have schools. He directly donated a road for children to go to school. Although it cost more, it was a multi-win thing. It not only solved the suffering of children climbing mountains and crossing ridges to go to school but also solved the worry of remote mountain villages not being able to get out or in.

As for those lonely elderly in nursing homes, it was still the same sentence: the value of children was far greater than those lonely elderly, that was all.

In the blink of an eye, three years had passed, and it was June '98.

Wang Yan graduated with a doctorate, and Zhao Yingnan, Yang Yue, as well as Xin Yi, Hou Pu, and others would also graduate from graduate school in two months.

Catching a break, at eight o'clock in the evening, Wang Yan carried a pile of things to the previous boys' dormitory. He had officially started working after graduation and had moved from the dormitory to the staff dormitory. He had a small room to himself, and the conditions were quite good. But even if they were good, they didn't catch up with the treatment of Gu Ming's international student dormitory, which had a kitchen and a living room...

Opening the door and entering, a scan showed all six were there, and the extra one was Gu Ming. Because they were about to graduate from graduate school, they had to prepare for thesis defense and case analysis, so they had been coming back quite early recently. Gu Ming came over to find the atmosphere; he had no interest in staying in that house by himself.

"Are you all busy?"

Hou Pu was the first to stand up with a grin to welcome him: "Oh, welcome back to your home. Look at you, so polite, you didn't come empty-handed when returning home. Did you know we've been using our brains too much recently and want to nourish us?" As he spoke, he walked to Wang Yan in a few steps and took the things from Wang Yan's hand.

"Stop being cheeky." Wang Yan smiled and kicked Hou Pu, greeting: "Come, come, come, stop for a moment, brother is sending warmth to you again, hurry up and eat while it's hot. And who is that, Qiu Shui? Don't just stand there, together, together."

Without Wang Yan saying more, the others had long since surrounded him. Qiu Shui nodded, smiled at Wang Yan, and joined in.

For these three years, Qiu Shui and Xiao Hong had been quite good, and even Qiu Shui's mother had accepted Xiao Hong. Of course, there was no way if she didn't accept her; he was the only son after all...

Huang Qi ate and asked: "Wang Yan, I heard you and Zhao Yingnan are going to study abroad in America?"

He was still with Liu Tingting now, which Wang Yan was quite convinced by. They hadn't met once, and they had maintained it until now relying on phone calls and intercontinental letters. It wasn't that he hadn't heard the malicious speculation of a group of classmates, but Huang Qi just held on like that; he was a seed of infatuation.

"Right, going after graduation. Zhao Yingnan said so?"

Xin Yi raised his head to Du Zhong beside him: "With their family's one and You Yue there, do you think there's anything we don't know?"

Du Zhong was also a bit embarrassed. They had been together for five years, and Gu Xiaoman was good at everything, but that mouth... Of course, he still had to maintain it: "That was still said by Zhao Yingnan, really..."

Huang Qi said gloomily: "I really envy you. Not only are your studies good, you're graduating with a doctorate two years early, and you can go study abroad with the person you like..."

Hou Pu patted him: "Originally there was jealousy, now it's gone?"

Du Zhong sighed: "Brother Yan is too far from us, only envy. But Brother Yan, sometimes I really want to slice your brain and study it to see how it grew. Studies are good, doing business is amazing, and the human relationships are so refined, really..."

This was true. For so many years, they hadn't asked Wang Yan to do things less, and there was nothing he couldn't get done. Not only in school but also outside, it was so tough.

Wang Yan kicked Du Zhong irritably: "You're quite bold, asking for a beating."

Du Zhong bowed to dodge, grinned, and didn't care at all.

Hou Pu said: "But seriously, Wang Yan, when you get there, see if there are any specialties and mail them back for us to taste the food of the free country."

"Then do you want to breathe the air of the free country?"

Hou Pu nodded seriously: "If possible, that would be even better."

Gu Ming said: "Actually, America isn't as good as you imagine."

He had been there for a few years and watched the capital change day by day, and it already had the look of an international metropolis, so his mentality had changed accordingly. Although overall, he still didn't look up to it much...

Huang Qi curled his lips: "Your home is there, of course you don't feel it. Can't the girls around you explain something?"

Gu Ming chuckled and didn't speak, lowering his head to eat meat. He really wasn't short of girls... ===== CHAPTER 225 =====

Zhao Yingnan and Yang Yue hadn't been in contact with Wang Yan for a short time; they had basically talked everything through, and it was no different from living a life when at home. They slept in the same room, just in separate beds.

At ten o'clock, after Yang Yue finished washing, Wang Yan took a simple shower, turned off the light, and went to sleep.

It was just that Yang Yue was truly not right today, tossing and turning, rolling back and forth, until finally, Wang Yan pulled her directly into his quilt.

Feeling the heat from their skin touching, Wang Yan held Yang Yue: "Have you thought it through?"

There was no sound of speech; his neck was encircled by a pair of fair hands, and then the hot panting came, and he felt a bit of moisture on his lips...

If there were color here, it should be a hazy, aphrodisiac pink... ===== CHAPTER 224 =====

New Year's Eve in 1994 was different from the previous years when he spent it with Hou Pu and the others who didn't go home; this time, Wang Yan went to Zhao Yingnan's home to spend it with her family.

The Zhao family was indeed very formidable. Zhao Yingnan's father was the third child; he had two older brothers and an older sister above him, and a younger brother and a younger sister below him. This entire family spanned the military, political, and business circles. They were incredibly powerful—a proper, wealthy, and influential aristocratic family.

Wang Yan's level was sufficient. Although his current strength was average, he wouldn't be looked down upon. Not to mention his profession; with that miraculous TCM skill of his, he basically established his standing after taking a round of pulses. Let alone the company with a bright future he currently had under his command; there wasn't much of a problem.

Having met her parents, Zhao Yingnan's long-anxious heart could finally settle down; otherwise, she always felt she couldn't quite grasp him...

As for Yang Yue, Wang Yan tried his best to treat them equally. He didn't visit her family, nor could he. It would be bad if her parents let something slip. He could handle it himself, but it would affect both Zhao Yingnan and Yang Yue. So, to make it up to Yang Yue, Wang Yan could only deepen his involvement...

Thus, time passed just like that. In the blink of an eye, it was July 1995. Once again, Wang Yan finished his third academic year with top grades in every subject and began his hospital internship.