Chapter 432: What Are Your Plans?

"Nan Nan, what are your plans after this mission?" Hua Wensheng said.

An Yinan did not hesitate at all, "Return to Quanshui Village."

To this day, the retirement she promised had yet to be fulfilled.

The courtyard had long been tidied up, but she had been rushing about; now it was time to bring them back.

There are some things that are deep-rooted; one dares not forget, and one cannot forget.

Hua Wensheng did not ask why, but An Yinan looked at him.

"Hua Laotou, do you know? When I was still in Quanshui Village, I thought that one day, I would definitely bring you all to Beijing, set up a courtyard for you in Beijing, and let you retire in peace."

"Actually, the landlord and his wife are easy to persuade. They have no relatives and no friends there. As long as I act spoiled and talk to them nicely, they will definitely come with me."

"I'm not afraid of Auntie Liu either, because there is Chen Xun. As long as Chen Xun goes to talk to her, it will definitely succeed. Ever since her son sacrificed his life, Chen Xun has been her son."

"Only, I am afraid I won't be able to persuade you!"

An Yinan looked at Hua Wensheng, thinking of the time when she was still an Educated Youth in Quanshui Village.

Thinking about it now, that time seemed the most relaxed and free.

Doing whatever she wanted to do.

"Later, when you said you were being brought back to Beijing, I breathed a sigh of relief."

"You are so stubborn; if I couldn't persuade you, you definitely wouldn't have come back."

"At that time, I didn't know you had been framed and exiled to that place, unable to leave at all."

Hua Wensheng just listened like that, looking at her.

There were not many people she cared about, but she held all of these people in the tip of her heart.

"The things that were supposed to be done two years ago have been dragged out until now; it is time to finish them," An Yinan sighed.

Hua Wensheng said nothing else, nor did he express his own views, and even more rarely, he was not being cynical.

"I will go back with you."

He hadn't been back for a long time, and he also wanted to go back and see that place.

"Where are you all going?" The Principal happened to push the door open and enter, and there were two people beside him.

One was Professor Feng, and the other was none other than the Group Leader of Group One, also the Military Medical Sage, Wang Qing.

"Hey, don't you know how to knock before entering?" The person who had just been emotional now had a darkened face.

The Principal looked at the furnishings in the room, then looked at the sign hanging outside the door.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be my office?"

Hua Wensheng was choked up, and his complexion became even worse.

"Student An, where did you say you were going?" The Principal was truly quite curious.

An Yinan smiled, then stood up; didn't she see there were only so many seats in the office?

Professor Feng was her teacher.

Wang Qing was also her senior.

It was obviously inappropriate for her to sit while letting the two of them stand.

"Back to Quanshui Village, the village where I was an Educated Youth." An Yinan gave a rough explanation of the situation.

Only then did the Principal look at Hua Wensheng, knowing why he was unhappy; at such an old age, he was still so concerned about saving face?

"When are you going?" Professor Feng asked.

An Yinan calculated the time; if this mission went smoothly, a month should be about enough, right?

Then it would happen to be in time for summer vacation?

"I estimate, this summer vacation," An Yinan replied.

"I will go with you all," Professor Feng was not polite and said it directly.

He wanted to see what kind of place it was that could cultivate someone like An Yinan.

Not to mention professional knowledge, just her temperament and her resilience were things ordinary people couldn't compare to.

"I'm going too," the Principal spoke up at this moment.

Hua Wensheng looked at the two of them with disdain, "What are you two joining in the fun for?"

He was going to revisit the days of the past; what were they, who had never been there, going to revisit?

He was familiar with both of them, so he didn't need to be too reserved when speaking.

At this moment, Wang Qing coughed lightly, and everyone shifted their gaze to him.

"You are going too?" Professor Feng asked.

Wang Qing looked at the few people and hurriedly shook his head; the patients in his hospital were lined up, where would he have the time to discuss where to go with them?

"Then what is your business?" Professor Feng didn't know what was up with this old guy either; he had suddenly contacted him today and then asked him to take him to tour the school. He hadn't seen him be this free before?

"I'm looking for Doctor An." Wang Qing looked at An Yinan.

An Yinan pointed at herself, "Me?"

Wang Qing hurriedly nodded, "I have two things. First, how did you see that Lao Zhao's face had been tampered with?"

He knew about the matter with Lao Zhao.

But when he performed the surgery, he didn't know it was a different person.

He had also undergone an investigation by the organization, but although Lao Zhao was a mole, his facial surgery was indeed performed by him.

He believed he hadn't seen any flaws.

But he heard that Doctor An had directly confirmed that the two people had altered their faces.

That was how she had quickly locked onto the target.

He was burning with curiosity, which was why he made an appointment with Professor Feng; he also wanted to try his luck to see if he could run into Doctor An.

Their friendship was not that deep, and she had no way to ask the young lady out herself.

An Yinan had no way to explain; could she say she had seen too much in her past life?

"Facial coordination? People who have had it done have stiff facial muscles, and they cannot express many subtle expressions."

An Yinan thought for a moment and still gave him a brief summary.

Wang Qing nodded, "So that's how it is."

"There is one more thing; does Doctor An still have that plaster from last time? I will pay to buy it."

Wang Qing felt a bit embarrassed; he was at his age, yet he was still asking a junior for things.

"What plaster?" Professor Feng asked.

There was nothing bad about An Yinan's things!

Wang Qing described it, "The plaster that allowed me to persist on the operating table for fifteen hours!"

No description seemed right, but putting it this way was more intuitive.

He was a man over fifty; although he often trained the stability of his hands, his age had reached this point—it was not that his stability was failing, but the muscle spasms were something he could no longer control himself.

"How long?" Professor Feng asked in disbelief.

"Fifteen hours!" Wang Qing repeated.

Even though Professor Feng was not a Western medicine doctor and did not perform surgeries, he still understood what fifteen hours meant.

An Yinan looked at the two of them, and she silently opened her backpack, "There are only fifteen patches left now."

"Leave a few patches for me; I will study them," Professor Feng said.

Wang Qing then left five patches for him, carefully packed away the other ten, and waved at Professor Feng with a chuckle, "I am heading back to the hospital, so I won't accompany you to tour the Beijing University campus."

Wang Qing had already left, and Professor Feng pointed at himself, "Accompany me?"

Who exactly was the shameless person who called him early in the morning, saying they wanted to come to Beijing University to take a look?

Now that his business was finished, it had become accompanying him?

He had seen shameless people, but he had never seen anyone this shameless.

Whatever was said, it was all just whatever came out of his mouth!