A moment later, Su Wanwan came over with a first-aid kit. She held a cotton swab in her hand, staring at the scabbed wound on Han Feng's shoulder, her brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

"That's not right..." she poked at the wound. "Didn't you just get this injury a couple of days ago? How come it's almost healed today?"

Han Feng leaned back on the sofa, letting her do as she pleased, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Good physique."

"Bullshit!" Su Wanwan ripped open his collar and pointed to another almost disappeared scar. "What do you mean by this wound? It was from training before school started. It was such a deep cut back then, and now the scar is almost gone! Do you think you're Wolverine?"

Han Feng sighed and slapped her hand away: "I told you, I know medicine."

"You're kidding me!" Su Wanwan put her hands on her hips. "I checked your information before. You didn't even know which way the door of Dalian Medical College faced from childhood to adulthood!"

Han Feng sighed, took out a sandalwood needle box from the coffee table drawer, flicked his finger, and three silver needles gleamed coldly between his fingers.

"Reach out your hand."

Su Wanwan took a half-step back warily: "What? Trying to silence me?"

"Didn't you not believe me?" Han Feng raised an eyebrow. "You'll know once you try."

Su Wanwan hesitated for two seconds, then gritted her teeth and stretched out her left hand: "If it hurts, I'll never forgive you!"

Han Feng didn't speak, and the silver needle pierced into her Hegu acupoint between her thumb and forefinger like lightning.

"Hiss—Eh?" Su Wanwan was about to cry out when her eyes widened suddenly. "N-no pain?"

Not only did it not hurt, she even felt a warm current spreading from the acupoints to her entire arm, and the fatigue from staying up late for days was swept away.

Han Feng then inserted another needle into her wrist: "This is the Neiguan acupoint, used to treat insomnia."

"Holy crap..." Su Wanwan stared at the trembling silver needles on her arm, her voice trembling, "You really know how?"

Han Feng lightly flicked the end of the needle with his fingertip, and Su Wanwan immediately felt a tingling sensation rush to the top of her head, and couldn't help but let out an "Ah!"

"I helped treat Old Lin's previous ailment. Otherwise, why do you think I got to know Old Lin?" He put the needles away. "I also cured Secretary Zheng of H Province."

Then Han Feng realized that it had been a long time since he had contacted Zheng Guodong, and he should give him a call when he had time.

Han Feng turned to look at Su Wanwan and said, "Do you believe me now?"

Su Wanwan abruptly withdrew her hand, her ears turning bright red: "You think you can fool me with just a few casual moves? If you're so capable..."

Before she could finish speaking, Han Feng suddenly sat down next to her and pressed his fingers against her carotid artery.

"You've been staying up too late lately, and your heart rate is irregular. If this continues, you'll die suddenly before you're thirty."

Su Wanwan stood frozen in place.

Han Feng's fingertips were warm, and the sensation was terrifyingly clear. She could smell his faint scent, see the shadow cast by his eyelashes so close to hers, and even feel the vibration of his chest as he spoke.

Too close.

"I...I understand!" She shoved him away abruptly, jumped up, and ran upstairs. "Can't I just go to bed earlier from now on?!"

Han Feng stood there stunned as Su Wanwan suddenly ran away: What's wrong with this girl?

After returning to her room, Su Wanwan buried herself under the covers and covered her burning face.

"Damn it..." she muttered to herself, staring at the ceiling. "So what if I know acupuncture? Why am I panicking!"

But all she could think of was Han Feng's focused expression as he lowered his eyes to administer acupuncture, and his deep voice saying, "You'll die suddenly before you're thirty."

She grabbed a pillow and shoved it over her head: "Su Wanwan! Wake up! That's a monster who can take down a special forces soldier with one hand!"

Su Wanwan was destined to have a sleepless night.

Han Feng returned to his room and called Qin Chuan.

The call was quickly answered. "Mr. Han, what are your instructions?"

How has Maple Leaf Investment been doing lately?

"We've recently finalized several investment projects, and many companies seeking financing are now looking to invest with us. We currently have 800 million yuan in our accounts, which is still liquid capital. The rest is valued at approximately 1.5 billion yuan." Qin Chuan truthfully reported the situation of the past few months to Han Feng.

"Next, as I instructed, we will begin shorting the US dollar tomorrow."

On the other end of the phone, Qin Chuan's voice was visibly tense. "Mr. Han, are you sure you want to short the Federal Reserve? The risk is too great! The market widely expects them to continue raising interest rates. If we do the opposite..."

"Qin Chuan," Han Feng interrupted him, his voice calm but authoritative, "you just need to do as I say."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone. Qin Chuan recalled Han Feng's miraculous operations in the financial markets over the past few months—every seemingly risky decision ultimately struck precisely at a market turning point. From the cryptocurrency crash to the surge in rare earth prices, Han Feng seemed to have a knack for predicting the future.

"I'm just... worried that this is too big a scale." Qin Chuan's voice lowered. "Although we have 800 million in principal, double the leverage would be a 1.5 billion position. If we misjudge..."

"There won't be any mistakes." Han Feng turned and walked to his desk, tapping his fingers lightly on the surface. "The Federal Reserve won't raise interest rates this time; instead, it will release dovish signals. The inflation data has been manipulated; the actual figure is 0.8 percentage points lower than the published one."

Qin Chuan gasped, "How...how did you...find this kind of internal data..."

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask." Han Feng's tone suddenly turned cold. "Within three days, I want to see the account balance reach 1.5 billion. Once that's achieved, immediately implement the following two plans."

Han Feng turned on his computer, pulled up an encrypted file, and continued: "Plan One: Target the semiconductor supply chain. The target is undervalued European semiconductor companies."

The sound of keyboard clicks came from Qin Chuan's end, clearly someone was taking notes: "European semiconductors...have indeed been affected recently due to the chip ban from the US."

"The key target is Germany's Silicon Motion Technology." Han Feng zoomed in on a company equity structure diagram. "They possess independent 5nm technology, but because they refused to join the sanctions against China, they were suppressed by the US, and their stock price plummeted by 62%."

"Silicon Technologies?" Qin Chuan exclaimed in surprise. "But that company carries too much political risk! The US Department of Commerce has already threatened to sanction any company that partners with them."

Han Feng chuckled: "That's why it's undervalued. Acquiring 28% of their shares through an offshore company is just below the disclosure threshold. Once the political climate changes, this investment will at least triple."

"More importantly," Han Feng lowered his voice, "Silicon Crystal Technology has a chip production line completely independent of the US. With this channel, in the future we can..."

Qin Chuan suddenly realized: "Bypassing the technological blockade! President Han, you're playing a very long game."

"The second option is more crucial." Han Feng switched screens, displaying a set of research data: "The hidden gem in the new energy field—the sodium-ion battery."