Chapter 328: Today, let me introduce you to someone

"Everything is fine, I've been eating well and resting well," Feng Shu said.

An Yinan nodded and stopped asking, because the two of them had already arrived.

"You're here? Come take a look." Hearing footsteps, the old man looked up and beckoned An Yinan over.

An Yinan walked to one side, only then seeing that in front of the old man was a chessboard; he was playing against himself.

"Do you know how to play?" the old man asked.

"A little bit," An Yinan answered honestly.

"You go first." The old man handed the chess piece directly to her.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Feng Zhong poured warm water for the two of them and then stood to one side.

The "a little bit" that An Yinan mentioned was truly just a little bit.

After more than ten minutes, the game ended.

"It's a pity about the setup in the early stages," the old man said with regret.

"It's not a pity. Only when someone loses can someone win; how could both win together?" An Yinan said.

The old man pointed at her, "You certainly are open-minded!"

"What is there to be closed-minded about? How can someone who is always obsessed with winning or losing make progress?"

She had always been like this: she knew how to admit defeat, but she also refused to be defeated.

"Well said." The old man nodded, agreeing with her point of view.

Feng Zhong said, "Comrade An always makes people forget that she is a student in her twenties."

"She, she lives too transparently." Saying this, the old man sighed, "That may not necessarily be a good thing."

An Yinan prepared to apply the needles, "Shall we start?"

"Let's start!" The old man agreed immediately.

In the past, he could feel the sense of decay in his own originally weak body.

It was as if it were leaking air everywhere, and no matter what, it couldn't be patched up.

But these days, he could feel the beating of his heart and feel the strength throughout his body.

After applying the needles to the old man, An Yinan was the same as usual, sitting in the courtyard reading a book.

At this moment, someone walked over, "Have you trained?"

An Yinan looked up; although she hadn't undergone systematic training, the Eight Brocades and her experiences in the Northeast Military Region had greatly improved her skills.

"I know a little, but I've never studied it systematically," An Yinan replied.

"Shall we spar? I will control my strength," that person said.

An Yinan's eyes lit up—spar?

"Alright, let's go somewhere else," An Yinan said.

The person opposite her was in a military uniform, with no expression on her face, and her speech was very rigid and formal.

"Alright, follow me," the female soldier said.

An Yinan followed behind her, and the two walked into a training ground.

"Let's do it here!" the person turned back and said.

An Yinan said indifferently, "That's fine."

She hadn't stretched her muscles and bones in a long time; today, she wouldn't need to hold back her strength.

"Then let's begin!" The female soldier stood there, waiting for An Yinan to make a move.

She was yielding the first move, and also seeing what kind of strength the person opposite her actually had, so she could judge how to strike; otherwise, what if she hurt the person?

"I'm attacking!" An Yinan said.

In an instant, she swung her fist and charged forward!

The female soldier quickly crossed her arms to block in front of her, but she miscalculated An Yinan's strength and was forced back four steps by the impact before she could steady herself.

"Good, again." The female soldier shouted, then also began to attack, the interest in her eyes growing more intense.

The two of them were soon locked in a fight.

Now the area was surrounded by people, not distinguishing between friend or foe; since they could come here, they were certainly friends.

"Again!"

"Fight!"

"Use more force!"

The people around them kept egging them on.

An Yinan and the person opposite her were already locked in an inseparable struggle.

Just then, a voice shouted sternly, "What are you doing!"

The jeering stopped, and the movements of the female soldier opposite also ceased.

"Who allowed you to fight here?"

"Do you know your status?" The officer stood in front of the female soldier and asked angrily.

"I..." the female soldier didn't finish.

An Yinan said, "It was I who wanted to spar with her."

"And we are not fighting."

She knew the rules of the military and also understood that this female soldier must have arrived recently; she had seen many people before, but had never seen her.

If she didn't speak up, the soldier would face a heavy punishment.

It wasn't that she was being a saint, but in the sparring just now, she could feel that the female soldier was holding back for her at every turn.

The officer was just about to speak when Feng Zhong arrived.

"Little Comrade An, you've come here?"

"The gentleman has woken up, will you go take a look?"

An Yinan smoothed out her clothes, "I'm coming."

However, she turned her head back to look at the female soldier from just a moment ago, "My name is An Yinan, what about you?"

The female soldier looked at her, her expression much softer than before, "Reporting, my name is Jiang Li."

An Yinan nodded, "After I submit a request next time and the gentleman agrees, we shall spar again."

"Yes," Jiang Li replied.

What an interesting girl!

Just as she walked back, the old man was drinking soup; this was the soup taken after every Acupuncture session.

"Did you get into a fight with someone?" the old man asked.

An Yinan raised her eyes, "Do you have ears that hear the wind or eyes that see a thousand miles, you are so impressive."

She said jokingly; now that she was familiar with everyone here, she no longer had the caution and wariness she had at the beginning.

Moreover, the old man was very magnanimous and a person with an open mind.

The more they interacted, the more she understood, and the better she knew how to get along.

"It's my territory, if I didn't know, wouldn't you be disappointed?" the old man said with a smile.

Feng Zhong looked at the old one and the young one, two foxes, neither willing to admit defeat.

"The gentleman and Comrade An have such similar temperaments," Feng Zhong said.

"Who is like that old fox?"

"Who is like this little fox?"

The two spoke in unison, and then their expressions of mutual disdain were exactly the same.

"Ahem," the old man cleared his throat.

"I'm introducing someone to you today."

An Yinan looked up, "What do they do?"

She came to the Villa to treat the old man's illness, and every time she came over, no one else was present.

This time was an exception.

"A doctor, and also a practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine," the old man said.

"But that old fellow has a bad temper, yet he cherishes talent very much."

"As long as you have the ability, he won't care about your attitude."

"But he only teaches those who catch his eye."

Only then did the old man stop beating around the bush and instead made the person's temperament clear.

He also intended for the two to get to know each other, and even more so, he was paving the way for An Yinan.

"That's a rather strange temperament!" An Yinan toyed with her fingers; this was a sign that she was occasionally deep in thought.

"Feng Lao isn't exactly strange, he's just a bit stubborn." The old man thought for a moment and could only say this much for him; saying any more would make him feel guilty.

An Yinan shrugged, "Did he approve of my treatment plan?"

The old man nodded.

At the time, there was much controversy, but regarding the medical techniques, it was Feng Lao who argued strongly in her favor.

But in other aspects, it was he himself who had overridden the dissenting opinions.

"Alright, I'll meet him," An Yinan nodded.

No matter how strange his temper is, can it be stranger than that old professor in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department?

She reckoned no one in the world could surpass that person.