Chapter 329: Acquaintances!

"Where is that girl?" Before the person had even arrived, the voice arrived first.

An Yinan was somewhat surprised at this moment; speak of the devil, and the devil appears?

"Professor!" An Yinan turned around respectfully and raised a smiling face.

Professor Feng was also a bit stunned, "Don't tell me, that proposal was put forward by you?"

An Yinan smiled embarrassedly, then stepped aside.

She was truly afraid of this person's spit-fire attacks!

"Perhaps, possibly, it was me?" With every word An Yinan said, Professor Feng's expression grew a shade uglier.

"Alright, it was me." An Yinan resigned herself to her fate.

Sitting and waiting to be sprayed.

She understood this person's temper well.

It was clearly the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department, which was meant for self-cultivation, yet his temper was so explosive; she didn't know how he had managed to stick with it.

As it turned out, the old man sat on a stool and drank a bowl of water.

Panting heavily.

"Why didn't you say so?" The old man held it in for a long time before asking.

"You didn't ask!" An Yinan replied.

……

The old man just watched the two of them spar; since it wasn't directed at him, it looked like there was no pressure!

"You two know each other?" The old man was still very curious.

If he remembered correctly, the little girl was in Economics.

Feng Lao was a professor in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department, right?

The colleges were not close to each other, so they shouldn't have run into each other.

"Ask her," Professor Feng said.

An Yinan spread her hands, "I go to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department to audit classes, and I just like auditing Professor Feng's classes."

Upon hearing this, the old man burst into laughter.

He hadn't expected there to be such a connection.

"I didn't expect that you two had known each other for a long time," the old man sighed.

Professor Feng couldn't hold it in anymore, "You tell me, with such good medical skills and solid knowledge of Traditional Chinese Medicine, wouldn't it be better to study properly in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department?"

"You just have to go to that whatever-it-is Economics."

"This is the first time I've seen someone whom Heaven is feeding, yet they insist on spitting it out!"

"It's infuriating."

Professor Feng's resentment had been building for a long time; he had gone to the Economics Department to ask for her, but he hadn't managed to get her.

He had tried every persuasion, and in all these years, he had never been so shameless, yet he still couldn't get the person!

An Yinan covered her mouth to hide a giggle, but after being glared at by the old man, she immediately sat up straight and put on a serious face.

"She is indeed a bit outstanding," the old man nodded.

He hadn't expected the matter to reach this point.

"When are you transferring?" Professor Feng asked An Yinan.

An Yinan gave the same old answer, "I can't transfer."

"You...!" Professor Feng wanted to say, if you can't transfer, don't come to audit classes, but he didn't want to lose such a good seedling.

He couldn't get the words out, so he could only keep his frustration to himself.

"Professor Feng, I like Traditional Chinese Medicine, and I have the ability to learn it well."

"Think about it, besides your classes, whose classes do I need to take in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department?"

"To speak boldly, it wastes too much time in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department, and I cannot afford to waste it."

An Yinan respected Professor Feng very much; for the sake of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Professor Feng had always been busy and running about, unable to bear seeing the things passed down by their ancestors fall into decline.

But her current ambitions really didn't lie there.

"Then can you afford to waste time in the Economics Department?" Professor Feng still disagreed.

An Yinan remained calm, but the moment she raised her head, everyone seemed to be able to see her ambition.

That's right, ambition.

It was a pair of eyes full of aggression.

"Traditional Chinese Medicine, relying on one's own strength, is too insignificant."

"I want to develop more medicines, more Traditional Chinese Medicine, to benefit the common people."

"When the public knows that Traditional Chinese Medicine preparations must exist, that will be more important for Traditional Chinese Medicine."

An Yinan said.

She had never given up on Traditional Chinese Medicine because she always remembered the words of the old practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine in her space.

She had never forgotten.

She had also considered becoming a famous doctor in one region, but her personality was not suited for sitting in a clinic.

So she could only start from other directions.

Professor Feng lowered his head in thought.

The old man also hadn't expected this child to have such thoughts.

She was sometimes mischievous, sometimes casual, and sometimes serious.

But she had never been like this, facing her ambition head-on.

"Your ambitions are too grand!" the old man said.

Those with ambitions too grand either achieve great success or end up shattered to pieces!

Having ambition is a good thing, but a plain and simple life is what lasts.

Professor Feng also looked up at her.

An Yinan, however, smiled indifferently, her voice light, as if carrying no emotion.

"But, someone has to do it!"

No matter how grand the ambition, someone still has to do it!

That's right!

How could they have forgotten?

In the past, they experienced so many impossibilities, and haven't they all been realized one by one now?

Then what else is impossible?

"How are you preparing?" Professor Feng asked.

You can't rely on just talk alone!

"My partners and I opened a clothing store, and we are also preparing for a branch."

"Accumulate a large amount of capital, then establish a research and development team."

"Only then can we proceed with audits, clinical trials, approval, drug testing, and production."

An Yinan's expression was calm; these were originally her inner thoughts, and now that she had spoken them out, she didn't know why, but she felt a sense of relief instead.

It was as if many things were no longer being carried by her alone.

"It seems you have indeed thought a lot and worked hard for it." Professor Feng was calm now.

He feared this child would lose her talent, but how could he know that everything she had achieved was not talent, but something she had fought for with her life.

She thought more than anyone else.

"When you have needs in the future, you can come to me at any time, but I also have one condition." Professor Feng stared at An Yinan, not missing any of her emotions.

"Please tell me!" An Yinan said earnestly.

"I hope you do not forget your original intention!"

"Always remember what you said today!"

At his age, Professor Feng knew all too well how many temptations there were.

And these temptations often make people forget their original intention; he feared this child would one day fall into the mire.

"Okay!" An Yinan promised solemnly.

No one could make her forget, not even herself.

"Then I will also give you a promise: your research lab will always have a place for me." Professor Feng promised.

This promise was too heavy; he was betting his old age on it.

"This..." An Yinan was too surprised to speak.

"What? Do you look down on an old man like me?" Professor Feng asked.

An Yinan hurriedly waved her hands, "No, it's just unexpected."

A surprise.

"I am also gambling; perhaps you are right, it is too difficult for one person to change things." How could Professor Feng not be gambling?

"From now on, you are not allowed to be absent from my classes," Professor Feng said.

"By the way, I have already applied to the school; you must also participate in the exams for the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department from now on."

He had specifically sought out the Principal, thinking it would take a lot of persuasion, but he hadn't expected that old guy to agree immediately.

Thinking about it now, that old guy probably knew An Yinan had come here long ago, right?

"No way, right?" An Yinan made a miserable face.

"Hmph! You want to attend my class, you attend; you don't want to, you leave—how could it be that simple?"

An Yinan smiled inwardly; he really was an old child.

"It starts with this Monthly Exam; don't you forget." Professor Feng was happy; he had finally gotten the upper hand over this girl.

What could An Yinan do?

She would just have to indulge her own teacher!