Chapter 312: At Least Three Years

He still had many ideas that had not been implemented; how could he set his mind at ease?

"Rest, you must ensure eight hours of rest every day."

"The medicine I prescribe must be taken on time!"

"Acupuncture will be performed every five days, for a total of five sessions. After five sessions, we will see if more are needed, though depending on the results, there may be adjustments in between."

"I will teach you a set of exercises that you must perform once every morning."

An Yinan stated them one by one. In fact, the moment she took his pulse, she had already considered many plans, and ultimately selected these as the most reasonable and effective ones.

For the old man's body, these would have a much smaller impact.

"I will listen to you. How much longer can I live?" the old man asked.

It was as if they were discussing the weather or a meal, rather than his own life and death.

An Yinan looked at the old man, "Do you want to hear the truth?"

"Otherwise?" the old man asked helplessly.

An Yinan sighed, "At least three years."

What the old man lacked most was rest, along with some chronic injuries; these all required slow recuperation.

But rest was truly the most important thing of all!

"Three years?" Feng Zhong widened his eyes, his face full of excitement.

"Comrade An, did you just say three years?"

Three years—every miracle doctor and military doctor who had come before had ultimately delivered a verdict of no more than one year.

But Comrade An had brought good news.

He did not want to judge the accuracy of this news; he only wanted this old man to live on.

An Yinan waved her hand, "Don't be happy too soon. My treatment plan has mandatory requirements for the patient. If the patient does not listen, the effectiveness will be greatly reduced."

At this moment, she was a healer, speaking from the perspective of a healer.

A Doctor is not omnipotent; they need a patient who is willing to cooperate.

The old man was also somewhat surprised, "Are you sure about three years? You aren't lying to this old man, are you?"

An Yinan looked earnestly into the old man's eyes. His eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life; what kind of past must one have experienced for his eyes to be filled with so many traces?

"I am sure."

Three words, enough.

"Good." The old man nodded, and hope gradually ignited in his heart.

Three years—he would be able to witness his ideas being implemented, right?

An Yinan left and was properly escorted to the main gate by Feng Zhong. He looked at An Yinan excitedly, "Comrade An, thank you."

For so many years, the gentleman had held the determination to finish his work quickly.

He disregarded his own body and ignored everyone's dissuasion, always saying, "For every extra thing I do, there is one more hope."

But his body was getting worse and worse; these past few years, he had been unable to sleep or eat well.

Now, in the gentleman's words, he could hear the gentleman's excitement.

"No, it is we who should thank him." An Yinan shook her head.

How could she be worthy of this thanks?

Feng Zhong smiled, understanding the gentleman's difference toward her, and also understanding why that eccentric Hua Lao praised her so highly.

On the way back, the Principal and An Yinan were both very silent.

Finally, the Principal spoke up, "You shouldn't have..."

He did not finish his sentence; he himself did not know how to continue.

An Yinan did not turn her head, only looking at the textbook in her hand, "I am telling the truth."

The Principal did not say anything more.

An Yinan did not return to school, but went back to her own courtyard and began to write the report for this case.

She needed to complete the report and then submit it; only after the submission was successful could she treat the old man.

The old man's identity was special; not just any Doctor could get close to him.

An Yinan was busy until midnight, and the entire treatment report was only half-written.

There was class the next day, so she organized her books and went to rest.

Days passed one by one, and Xie Yuanyuan had returned, bringing back information and sample fabrics from various factories.

"Our order quantity is small, but right now the various factories don't have much work, so they can cut in line to put our items on the machines. These are the sample fabrics I brought back."

"These are the contract templates from the various factories; you can see if there are any loopholes," Xie Yuanyuan said.

This time, completing things independently, she had been turned away and she had been distrusted, but she walked forward step by step and completed her initial transformation.

"You've worked hard." An Yinan walked up and hugged her.

Xie Yuanyuan smiled; her originally round little face had already thinned out a bit in just these few days.

"It wasn't hard work; I feel very fulfilled," Xie Yuanyuan laughed.

Before, she was protected and didn't have to think about anything; whatever she wanted, others would send it to her.

But now, whatever she wants to do, she can rely on herself.

She is just herself, Xie Yuanyuan.

No longer the only daughter of the Xie Family, no longer the fiancée of Xie Shuyang.

"The workshop is already in production, and the shop checks it every day. All qualified products have already entered the warehouse," Zhao Qiuhua said.

Li Xiue looked at the accounts, "There isn't much money left on the books now. We invested funds in renovations and sewing machines early on, so we need to control costs later."

An Yinan looked at her partners, who were full of energy, "We have already recruited four people. I plan to start training next week. After the training, we will rush to open the shop in the spring."

"I specifically screened two factories over there; I feel their machinery is relatively advanced, and the fabric is also quite good. You all take a look." Xie Yuanyuan took out the information she had specifically screened and let everyone look at it.

After looking it over, An Yinan was impressed by Yuanyuan's work efficiency.

She had originally only intended to give her some training, but she didn't expect such an unexpected delight.

"Let's go with these two; however, our clothes must be produced separately. We will only make semi-finished products, not finished garments."

"We will handle the sewing and assembly later to prevent the designs from leaking," An Yinan said.

Everyone agreed unanimously and began to busy themselves with their own tasks.

After An Yinan submitted the treatment plan, more than half a month later, she came to the Principal's office once again.

This time, both the Principal and Hua Laotou were there.

"The busy bee," Hua Laotou said, as unreliable as ever.

An Yinan smiled, "Indeed, what brings such a busy person to our university today?"

Hua Wensheng picked up his tea and ignored this sharp-tongued person.

"Going there today," he pointed upward, the meaning expressed quite clearly.

An Yinan was silent for a moment, "It was approved?"

Her treatment plan should not have been that easy to get approved.

After all, it involved Acupuncture, and there were also mandatory requirements regarding the formula.

She would not accept any changes to the formula, not even a little.

She feared it wouldn't have been that easy for the higher-ups to approve it.

"The gentleman applied pressure," Hua Wensheng said.

The Principal did not know the situation and looked at Hua Wensheng with some surprise, "Why did the gentleman intervene?"

In the past, that person never cared about his own health and let the Doctor handle everything.

He always said that he knew his own body best.

It is quite rare to see this now.