Chapter 360: Looks Like You Have No Hope of Getting Her! (Extra Chapter 2)

An Yinan's train of thought had just been broken, so she would just leave it for later.

"The body has already recovered quite a bit, and there is now the capital for nourishment."

"Continue taking the Small Silver Pill I left before."

"The next batch of Small Silver Pill requires changing two medicinal ingredients; I haven't finished researching it yet."

"Every now and then, you can add a tiny bit of ginseng whiskers to the soup, but absolutely do not add too much, or it will cause internal heat!"

An Yinan gave her instructions very carefully, and Feng Zhong listened very carefully; he cared about the old man's health more than anyone else.

"I've noted it down. Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?" Feng Zhong recorded it carefully in his notebook and looked up at An Yinan again.

"In daily life, still eat less greasy food and eat more vegetables and fruits."

"Also, drink less tea and drink more warm water." When An Yinan said this, she was looking at the old man himself.

The old man had been talking to Professor Feng, and as soon as he heard this, how could he not understand? This was a reminder for him.

"Understood. After you all leave, I will have Feng Zhong put the tea leaves away. Didn't I only take them out because you all came?" The old man explained with a chuckle, showing no signs of impatience at all.

"I want to have a word with her," Professor Feng said to the old man.

The old man waved his hand, and An Yinan stood up and left with Professor Feng.

"Can I take a look at the formula for your Small Silver Pill? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

"If you don't trust me, I can write you a guarantee." Professor Feng was very curious about this Small Silver Pill.

Moreover, before An Yinan took the pulse, he had already taken the old gentleman's pulse himself, and the pulse condition had undergone a tremendous change.

An Yinan took a piece of paper directly from her pocket, "I had it prepared long ago."

Professor Feng did not speak and read it impatiently; the medicinal ingredients in it were not considered rare or expensive.

"Shouldn't these two herbs conflict with each other?" Professor Feng immediately spotted the problem. No practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine would prescribe medicine this way; these two conflicting medicinal ingredients would directly cost a person their life.

An Yinan took a look, "They do conflict."

"Then why is the old gentleman fine?" This was the reason he was puzzled.

"Because of these," An Yinan pointed to two more herbs.

"It can neutralize the medicinal properties of those two."

"And this one is even more important; it acts as a fusing agent." Feng Zhong looked at the names of those two ordinary herbs, which were even ingredients used in daily life.

"Because of them?"

"So that's how it is." Feng Zhong nodded.

He returned the prescription to An Yinan, "I won't reveal the formula, but do you have a teacher? I mean a teacher of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

An Yinan said, "In the past, there was a crazy old man. I saw he was pitiful, so I gave him half a pancake. He taught me quite a lot, and later he even gave me some books to read on my own."

Actually, it wasn't really a lie, because in An Yinan's life, there really had been such an old man, and he really had taught her Traditional Chinese Medicine for a period of time; this was also the reason why she had never been afraid.

"So that's how it is. That must have been a very formidable senior," Professor Feng sighed.

An Yinan nodded in agreement; her father had said the same thing in the past.

That was why her parents hadn't stopped her from learning from that old man.

The two of them discussed the old man's health for a long time, and Professor Feng also gave many good suggestions, all of which she remembered.

These were the experiences of an old doctor, and she needed to study them well.

Professor Feng also became interested in the Eight Brocades and insisted on pestering Feng Zhong to teach him.

"Professor, I have an exam," An Yinan reminded him.

"Right, look at my memory. The papers are here. There are five subjects in total, one and a half hours per subject. You can just write them." Professor Feng was quite casual.

An Yinan picked up her pen. Now she didn't need to read from beginning to end; she started writing directly.

Seeing her handwriting, the old man sighed, "The spirit and style have already been formed."

At this moment, An Yinan deliberately blocked out the surrounding sounds; she threw herself heart and soul into the exam.

For her, this exam was a review, which could make her memory deeper.

A full four hours passed, and the sky had already turned somewhat dark; An Yinan's papers were still missing the final parts.

The Traditional Chinese Medicine paper was the foundation, but there were too many words; she couldn't finish writing, simply couldn't finish writing.

"Go inside the room; it's too dark outside, it's bad for your eyes," Feng Zhong came over to remind her.

An Yinan was startled awake by this, looked up, and saw that the sky had turned dark.

"Okay." She took the papers, went straight into the room, found a table, and started writing.

"How is it?" the old gentleman asked Professor Feng.

Professor Feng was a bit pained, "I regret it a little. Why didn't I meet her before she applied for university?"

If he had, he definitely would have tricked her into the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department and then blocked the door—no one would even think about tricking her away!

With these grades, he didn't even need to look at that bunch of brats in his own department; he knew they couldn't possibly pass.

"Finished." An Yinan handed the last paper to Professor Feng.

She moved her neck and wrists, only feeling that they no longer belonged to her.

"Comrade An, drink some water quickly." Feng Zhong poured a cup of water for An Yinan and placed it on the table in front of her.

An Yinan thanked him quickly, "Thank you, Feng Shu."

While she was drinking water, Professor Feng finished reading the papers over there.

"Why aren't you in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department?"

Professor Feng's resentment was already very deep.

An Yinan said in confusion, "Didn't we already settle this before? Why bring up old matters again?"

"I heard from Feng Lao that you took the Economics exam this morning. How was it?" The old man was also thinking of An Yinan's future, which was why he remembered to ask.

"Not too good..." Before An Yinan finished speaking, the old man frowned.

"Three points shy of a perfect score." She seemed quite regretful.

"What did you say? Say it again!" Professor Feng asked.

Had he misheard? It must have been an auditory hallucination just now.

"Three points shy of a perfect score." An Yinan stopped playing around this time and said it with a grin.

"If I don't rank first in the department, our Tutor won't let me take leave!" She said it with such a serious expression that it was clearly the truth.

These old men were all sharp as tacks; how could they not tell?

But it was precisely because they could tell that it was all the more surprising.

"No wonder they refuse to let her go over there," Professor Feng sighed.

If she were in his own department, he wouldn't let her go either!

"It looks like there's no hope for you to get her!" The old man said with a proud look, patting Professor Feng on the shoulder.

"Sir, Comrade An needs to leave." Feng Zhong came over to remind him.

If not for the fact that An Yinan had arranged the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department exam on short notice, he would have sent her back earlier.

He knew about her joining the project, so naturally, he knew the child was pressed for time and likely had no time to rest at all.