Thank you again to my old friend Ashes Full for the 1888 Qidian coin tip, and thanks to friends Little Feather Crazy and Direction for their tips, as well as my friend Zuo Zuo Xi Mu for the 588 Qidian coin tip. Little Feather appreciates everyone's support! …………………… "That's enough, I'll get out of the car. I don't want to be a third wheel!"

Hu Xin rubbed his head and quickly jumped out of the front passenger seat. Before leaving, he didn't forget to pay the taxi fare.

Mi Xue hurriedly got out of the car too, chasing after him: "Hu Xin, don't misunderstand. Look how serious his injuries are. I'll just take care of him for a few days, and I'll leave as soon as he gets better!"

As she spoke, Mi Xue's face was slightly flushed.

The reason she agreed to Zhang Yang's request just now was, as she said, simply for convenience in looking after him. Zhang Yang had many external injuries, and they looked quite severe.

After all, Zhang Yang had sustained these injuries saving her, and Mi Xue felt she ought to do this, so she agreed.

When she agreed, she hadn't thought that far ahead, but now she regretted it a little. When a man and a woman live together, even if they sleep in separate rooms, it's bound to lead to misunderstandings.

However, a faint sense of anticipation stirred in her heart. This contradictory feeling made Mi Xue’s face turn even redder.

"I know, I'm not misunderstanding. Heh heh, you guys go ahead with what you need to do. I still have some things to take care of, so I'll be going back first!"

Hu Xin chuckled mischievously, then waved to Gu Cheng and the others who were getting out of another car, and they quickly departed. Only Mi Xue and Zhang Yang were left at the scene.

Zhang Yang walked over to Mi Xue's side. Mi Xue kept her head down, her face still burning slightly.

"If you weren't willing, you didn't really have to come. I just wanted to be closer to take care of you!"

Zhang Yang spoke slowly. What he said was the truth, because of that damned mission, he had to stick close to Mi Xue to maximize his chances of completing it and preventing any mishaps involving her.

Unfortunately, Mi Xue didn't see it that way. When Zhang Yang said this, she actually shook her head slightly, turned back, and gave him a quick glance, murmuring, "It's not necessary. I'm not afraid of what others might say. It's your condition that worries me the most!"

Zhang Yang's body, arms, and head were all wrapped in bandages right now; just looking at him was indeed quite alarming.

"Alright then. I'll go find an apartment first. You go back and rest. Once I find a place, I'll have someone call you!"

Mi Xue insisted, and Zhang Yang didn't object. In truth, he didn't really care that much. In his past life, never mind sharing an apartment, sleeping in the same bed would have been normal. As the most talented young Vice Dean and a confirmed bachelor, many beautiful nurses at the hospital had designs on the original Zhang Yang.

However, influenced by the original Zhang Yang's memories now, he didn't harbor any lustful thoughts toward Mi Xue; he was focused more on how to protect this girl.

Mi Xue glanced at Zhang Yang, hesitating slightly, but finally said, "Perhaps I should go. It won't be convenient for you in your condition!"

Saying this, her face flushed again. If a girl actively sought out a place for a shared rental, the sisters in her dorm would surely tease her mercilessly.

"No need. I already live off-campus, and the landlord has other rooms. I'll just ask him," Zhang Yang shook his head and said with a smile. Mi Xue didn't insist this time.

Zhang Yang did indeed live off-campus. Changjing University didn't mandate that all students reside on campus; quite a few students rented apartments nearby, many of whom were couples. In '98, things were quite liberal already.

Zhang Yang lived in a single room. The reason he lived off-campus was due to the original 'Zhang Yang's' obsessive cleanliness; he truly couldn't stand the smell of the male dormitory.

Zhang Yang's residence was a large multi-unit building near the South Gate of the university—actually a small two-story building with a tiny courtyard, forming a quadrangle structure. The first and second floors were divided into many small single rooms, with a shared restroom. Among the more than twenty rooms, four were deluxe singles, which were essentially small one-bedroom apartments complete with a private bathroom and kitchen. One of these was rented by Zhang Yang; the previous 'Zhang Yang' hadn't been comfortable with the communal toilets in the courtyard.

Through the memories he had acquired, Zhang Yang quickly located the place, directly used his key to unlock the door, and stepped into his living quarters.

This single room was quite small, only about ten square meters, but it was tidy. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings, Zhang Yang felt an indescribable emotion. This place belonged to the previous 'Zhang Yang,' not to him; he had no sense of belonging here.

"Time to move," Zhang Yang murmured, a faint smile touching his lips as he looked at everything around him.

This building did have vacant single rooms, but Zhang Yang wouldn't have Mi Xue move into one of those small units. First, it wasn't convenient for a single girl to live there; second, living there wouldn't truly be a shared arrangement. With so many rooms available, it was almost like a dormitory, just with everyone having their own private space. In his private hopes, Zhang Yang still wished to live together with Mi Xue, just the two of them.

Glancing around, Zhang Yang walked to the wardrobe and pulled out an outfit. Frankly, the clothes in this wardrobe didn't impress him. The Zhang Yang of his past life, while not extravagant, was certainly a Vice Dean who enjoyed the finer things—a Diamond Bachelor—and all his clothes were designer labels, each piece worth more than everything hanging here combined. Alas, he was no longer the former renowned Vice Dean Zhang Yang, but the student Zhang Yang, and he no longer possessed those eight-figure cash savings. He would have to make do for now.

"Not bad," he said, trying on the clothes and nodding slightly in satisfaction in the mirror.

He had put on the best outfit the previous 'Zhang Yang' owned, reserved only for significant events. This outfit had cost the former 'Zhang Yang' over a thousand yuan, a sum he'd grudgingly parted with. Back in '98, clothes costing over a thousand yuan were a massive luxury for a student, but to the current Zhang Yang, such an outfit was merely acceptable.

Dressed, Zhang Yang went downstairs and called out loudly into the main room on the first floor: "Grandpa Liu! Grandpa Liu!"

The landlord here was an old man in his sixties whose wife had passed away long ago. He had never remarried and stayed here managing the rental properties to earn money. The landlord's surname was Liu, and Zhang Yang usually called him Grandpa Liu. From the memories, he learned that Grandpa Liu had two sons: the elder worked in the Public Security Bureau, though Zhang Yang didn't know the exact role, and the younger had gone abroad to study and had apparently settled overseas.

Zhang Yang wasn't here to terminate his lease but rather to inquire about renting another property held by Grandpa Liu. Before his younger son left the country, Grandpa Liu had specially bought him a well-renovated two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment—intended to be his wedding house. However, plans changed; the younger son was doing well abroad, managed to buy his own place, and started a family overseas, leaving this apartment vacant. The previous 'Zhang Yang' had helped Grandpa Liu move things into the new apartment, so he remembered this detail, and when the idea of moving came up, this place immediately sprang to mind.

Furthermore, for the current Zhang Yang, this two-bedroom apartment was the most suitable choice. First, it was a new place; though the current Zhang Yang didn't have the same obsessive cleanliness, he disliked squalor. Second, it was fully furnished and beautifully decorated, requiring no immediate purchases—it was prepared as a wedding home, after all. Third, Zhang Yang knew the landlord, and their relationship was decent, making it easy to rent this vacant unit.

"Zhang Yang is back! What happened to you?"

Next to the main hall was a bedroom. An elderly man, slightly stooped, with hair half-white, holding a yellowed, large glass mug, emerged from inside. This was Grandpa Liu. He first paused upon seeing Zhang Yang, then asked with concern. Grandpa Liu was usually a kind man, and all the tenants had a good relationship with him. Zhang Yang had often been helpful to Grandpa Liu, so their relationship was the best among them.

Seeing Grandpa Liu, Zhang Yang paused slightly. Previously, he had only seen this old man in residual memories; this was his first time meeting the actual person. Unfortunately, this first encounter immediately revealed some troubling signs to Zhang Yang. Grandpa Liu's cheeks were flushed, and his eyes lacked focus—clear signs of illness. Zhang Yang, having been a famous practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) in his past life, knew TCM relied heavily on wang, wen, wen, qie (inspection, listening/smelling, inquiry, palpation). The first step, wang (inspection), relied on sight. Just by looking, Zhang Yang could tell Grandpa Liu was suffering from a serious ailment.

"I'm fine, just a clumsy fall. Grandpa Liu, please come sit," Zhang Yang walked forward, helping the old man to a nearby chair. During this process, he subtly pressed his wrist to check his pulse. Grandpa Liu noticed none of this and sat down, smiling, before taking a large gulp of tea. After finishing, he continued, "Zhang Yang, don't lie to me. These injuries aren't from a fall. Were you in a fight?"

Grandpa Liu spoke while shaking his head, his tone gentle, clearly conveying care.

"You're truly sharp, nothing escapes your eyes. But I wasn't fighting anyone; someone hit me. I still don't know why!" Zhang Yang chuckled and didn't argue further, though his mind was racing about Grandpa Liu's condition.

From the pulse reading, Zhang Yang had already detected an issue with Grandpa Liu's Spleen and Kidney functions. Stagnant qi in the Spleen and Kidney that couldn't be regulated was causing symptoms like excessive thirst (xiaoke) and profuse sweating. While talking, Zhang Yang discreetly observed Grandpa Liu's tongue coating—it was slightly reddish with deep fissures. Combining this with the previous 'Zhang Yang' memory that Grandpa Liu had diabetes, Zhang Yang had nearly pinpointed the root cause of the illness.

"Did you call the police?" Grandpa Liu asked, his concern laced with confidence, as his elder son was a police officer.

"I did. I'm fine, Grandpa Liu. You've been drinking a lot of water these past few days, has your old ailment flared up again?"

Mentioning this seemed to give Grandpa Liu someone to vent to. He immediately replied, "Isn't that so? I did some work outside the other day, and afterward, I felt exhausted, alternating between hot and cold. I went to the hospital, got several shots, and saw plenty of TCM doctors. I took a lot of medicine, but there's been no improvement. I've lost several pounds now, sigh!"

As Grandpa Liu spoke, his face showed a look of distress. For an old man, illness is the greatest torment. He had been suffering this condition for several months, requiring him to drink copious amounts of water daily. The issue of frequent urination alone was driving him mad.

Zhang Yang smiled faintly and shook his head, whispering softly, "Grandpa Liu, your illness isn't complicated. It's xiaoke induced by diabetes. I had a relative with a similar condition back home. There's an old Taoist priest at a temple there who was very skilled; he wrote down a prescription for my relative, and after taking it for a short time, he was cured. I happened to copy that prescription down, and I still have it with me. I'll go get it for you right now!"

Saying this, Zhang Yang didn't wait for Grandpa Liu's reaction and headed straight out of the main room back to his own room. …………………… Thank you friends for your support, which propelled Little Feather to third place on the Newcomer List in the first week. Thank you all again for your support. People naturally strive for the heights. Little Feather must continue to work hard. I hope friends can give me a few more votes. We are not far from second place now. Friends, let's push harder, and we'll climb up soon. The glory of a new book depends on you all! Also, for those who haven't collected this book yet, I still hope you will add it. Little Feather will definitely put in all his effort for this book and will not disappoint my friends!

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