Nan's mother had indeed come to see a doctor.

The family hospital was too small, so they advised her to go to a big city. Nan naturally thought of Changjing City. San Yuan Hospital in Changjing wasn't far from the school, it was both large and reputable - here she could visit her mother during break times.

After finishing household chores, her mother took the bus alone to Changjing. Unfortunately, right after getting off the bus she encountered scammers.

The scam itself was crude - Nan's mother had rarely left home before. Seeing someone so enthusiastic made her believe them wholeheartedly. When they promised to take her directly to the hospital and arrange a room with just an advance payment as deposit, she blindly withdrew all money from her bank card and handed it over.

She lost 5,000 yuan in total. While trivial for most people, this was life-saving medical money for Nan's mother.

When she finally realized what had happened, panic set in. Dazed and confused, she came to the school searching for Nan. By then Nan had already taken leave intending to accompany her mother to the hospital. Learning about the incident, they immediately went to the bank - just with a sliver of hope that maybe some money remained. The entire card balance was indeed gone.

This 5,000 yuan had been raised through family help. After confirming at the bank, the two women cried while hugging each other's heads when Zhang Yang happened upon them.

Later came Zhang Yang's confrontation with the bank staff, eventually taking them away.

"Mrs., don't worry. Let's get you treated right away - do you have your medical records? Show me!"

Zhang Yang parked on the roadside and turned to smile at Nan's mother in the back seat.

Nan's mother instinctively clutched her bag and glanced at Nan.

This was only her first time traveling alone, having never been outside much. The sudden encounter with scammers plus that woman from the bank had left her terrified - her daughter was now her entire pillar of support for any decisions.

"Zhang Yang, thank you so much... but don't look at the medical records!"

Nan gently shook her head. She understood Zhang Yang's wealth now, yet she didn't want to borrow money from him.

Everyone has their dignity, and Nan had always been cared for by classmates who often looked after her - she was truly grateful. But this time it was a family matter; she wouldn't trouble these fellow students.

"Why? Don't you remember I'm also a doctor, quite an accomplished one at that!"

Zhang Yang blinked in surprise before chuckling. He hadn't expected Nan to refuse him so clearly. She knew his medical skills surpassed those doctors at San Yuan Hospital.

"I know you're very capable... but my mother's illness is quite special!"

Nan spoke softly while tightly holding her mother's arm.

Zhang Yang raised an eyebrow at this then smiled toward the woman in back: "Mrs., please extend your hand. Let me take a look!"

To Zhang Yang, treating 'special' cases was nothing new - had he not encountered stranger medical conditions before? If Nan's mother truly needed complex treatment, that only strengthened his resolve to help.

The older woman glanced at her daughter then slowly extended her hand.

Zhang Yang placed his fingertips on the pulse point. After a brief examination, his eyes widened slightly and he shook his head gently.

Nan noticed his expression and quietly lowered her gaze.

Releasing her wrist, Zhang Yang smiled warmly - now he understood why Nan had insisted it was special.

Her mother's pulse seemed faint at first touch but required deeper pressure to detect - classic 'sunken' pulse with a musical quality, showingand characteristics.

This was textbook gynecological pathology. No wonder Nan hesitated about sharing records - many still prefer female doctors for such issues despite numerous male specialists excelling in these fields. Zhang Yang himself had treated countless complex gynecological cases.

Nan's small gesture didn't bother him though. From experience, he diagnosed uterine fibroids but not malignant tumors requiring simple surgical removal.

Given current medical standards, even county hospitals might struggle with this procedure - her coming to Changjing was indeed necessary.

Restarting his car, Zhang Yang directly drove toward San Yuan Hospital.

While traditional Chinese medicine could address this condition, surgery remained most efficient. And for that, hospitalization at the best facility was essential.

He didn't need personal involvement here; just coordinating with hospital staff would suffice. Uterine fibroid removal wasn't considered major surgery for a place like San Yuan.

Back at the hospital an hour later, his Mercedes caused murmurs among waiting crowds once more.

This time he bypassed Director Zhu entirely since Nan's mother required gynecological care. Zhang Yang directly contacted Department Head Wang Guohai - along with Dr. Wu Youdao they formed his strongest hospital connections.

Their persistent advocacy had actually secured his position at this hospital.

Uterine fibroids posed no challenge for San Yuan. After reviewing records, Director Wang immediately arranged a private room for Nan's mother.

Normally such surgeries required waiting lists but under Wang's favor, everything was expedited: today's preliminary tests, tomorrow's preparations, surgery scheduled for the following afternoon - fastest possible timeline.

Though not complex, preoperative preparation remained necessary including bowel cleansing procedures.

Zhang Yang deposited 5,000 yuan upfront to cover expenses. With his personal endorsement, hospital staff would provide special attention. His mother just needed to focus on recovery now.

Additionally Zhang left Nan with 1,000 cash in hand.

Initially he intended more but Nan stubbornly refused. Actually she had initially rejected even the deposit payment insisting on finding her own solutions. Only after Zhang invoked her mother's name did she reluctantly agree.

His reasoning was simple - human life outweighed money. Immediate priority must be treating her mother and curing this illness.

Even then, Nan still insisted on writing a 6,000 yuan IOU until Zhang finally accepted it to let her have the funds.

These events revealed Nan as more than just a gentle girl - she possessed strong principles of her own.

After finishing these arrangements lunchtime arrived. After dining with mother and daughter together, Zhang left for school after only taking half-day leave. He needed to return for afternoon classes where he'd previously planned to visit Old Liu's place another day.

Actually skipping afternoon class wasn't impossible but there was a mandatory lecture session scheduled - one he had already arranged to attend jointly with Mi Xue in the large auditorium.

Nan remained at the hospital under Zhang's instructions. He would have Mi Xue cover her absence since her mother needed company right now, especially after experiencing scams which unsettled her mental state.

Another reason: preoperative anxiety was natural for first-time surgeries and having family nearby provided crucial emotional support during this period.

Zhang directly drove into campus planning to take his car home before walking back but time constraints made that impossible - he'd definitely be late otherwise.

Parking near Mi Xue's building, Zhang spotted her waiting ahead through the window. She wore jeans today with a light green blouse showcasing her exquisite figure - both male and female passersby couldn't help glancing twice.

Just as he was about to exit his car...

Zhang suddenly froze mid-step, eyebrows twitching involuntarily.

A middle-aged man in glasses blocked his path while smiling unnaturally. The man exuded cultured elegance but something about him caused Zhang's gut to react with deep-seated dislike - a visceral response even beyond conscious control.

This wasn't unfamiliar though - he remembered this man named Zhao, often called Zhao Assistant Secretary due to working for his father. These memories came from previous incarnations of Zhang Yang who had always refused any gifts or money sent by this man.

Noticing today's visit was different since Zhao carried no gifts - no need to reject anything now.

"Assistant Secretary Zhao, why are you here again?" Zhang asked with furrowed brows as usual. The secretary showed no surprise at his reaction every time they met.

"Mr. Zhang sent me," he smiled softly while discreetly glancing behind Zhang.

His Mercedes was parked nearby attracting student attention despite the school's many cars.

"What about it?" Zhang nodded, already scanning through memories for details.

Unfortunately those memories only contained hatred toward his father - previous incarnations of Zhang Yang had never even learned what position his father held. Anything related to family matters seemed deliberately avoided.

Still, anyone with an assistant secretary certainly wasn't small-time. At minimum it would be a county-level official. Given Zhao's distinct presence, his father must hold an even higher position though exact rank remained uncertain.