In her search for the man who had lost his bag, An Moxue even sought out several beggars in the vicinity to observe him. However, after two days, she received no news from either Boris or the beggars.
That day, when An Moxue returned home from school, Wu Sicheng said to her, "Moxue, you're back. I have something to tell you."
An Moxue looked at him and asked, "What is it?"
She knew that although he was recuperating at her place, he wasn't idle and was still doing some things, but she didn't know what he wanted to say to her.
"We have a lead on the person who dropped the bag."
Upon hearing his words, An Moxue immediately became interested and sat up straight on the sofa, looking at Wu Sicheng. He couldn't help but chuckle at her eager expression, which was quite rare.
An Moxue looked at him, wondering what he was laughing at, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
He was somewhat familiar with her occasional absent-mindedness, so he coughed lightly a few times, covered his mouth, and looked at her innocently, asking, "Nothing, shall I continue?"
She knew he was laughing at her, though she didn't know what he was laughing at. But instinctively, she knew it would be bad to ask, so she pretended to be clueless and said, "Tell me."
"Based on the sketch you gave me and my own deductions, I had someone investigate. The person who hit you that day is named Kong Daoxue. He has some achievements in nuclear physics and currently works as a researcher at the Osiris National Institute of Physics. However, when my people went to his house, no one had been there for some time, and there was a layer of dust on the table. Moreover, there were people watching nearby, and not just one. The people I sent did not expect to be watched and almost got arrested."
An Moxue looked at Wu Sicheng and said, word by word, "Does that mean something happened to him, or that something went wrong with his research?"
"It's also possible that once you achieve something, someone will covet it."
“Yes. We can’t ignore it. If this is a huge research project or a major breakthrough, or if it involves this person, we have to investigate before making any further plans.”
"Yes, that's what I thought too. Logically speaking, the research institute is quite far from here, so how did he end up here that day?"
"Are you hiding or have come here to seek help? If you're seeking help, why are you running away in such a panic with a notebook in your hands?"
"If something happens here, it won't be safe anymore." The two said in unison, then looked at each other knowingly, and suddenly they both laughed.
An Moxue said, "Then let's check the surrounding area first to see if there's anyone he recognizes."
Wu Sicheng looked at her and said, "This is all we can do for now. There's no better way. We have very little information about him; it's all classified, making it very difficult to find anything. We can only do our best and hope he's still safe. Take out that notebook, and let's study it together to see if we can find any clues."
“Okay. I’ll check the area.” Having no better option at the moment, An Moxue got up and went back to her bedroom to get her notebook.
Research talent in this field is extremely important. Even if we don't know their political stance, we must first ensure their survival before we can plan for the future; otherwise, it's all in vain.
An Moxue came out with the notebook, handed it to Wu Sicheng, and said, "Take a look first, I'll go make a pot of tea and wash some fruit."
He smiled at her and said, "Okay, thank you for your hard work."
When An Moxue returned with tea and fruit, Wu Sicheng had already read through the notebook. An Moxue asked, "How is it?"
He shook his head and handed the notebook to An Moxue. An Moxue took the notebook and started looking at it, but this time she wasn't looking at the contents, but rather at the markings. An Moxue suddenly said to Wu Sicheng, "Wu Sicheng, come a little closer. Look here, here, and here." As she spoke, she pointed to a pattern on the notebook and flipped through several pages. "Aren't they all the same? Is this just a habit, or does it have some significance?"
Wu Sicheng took it, flipped through it, looked at it again, and said, "Hmm, it looks like a flower, and also like a little bird. What does this mean? Or is it just a habit?"
“I remember now, there’s a flower called Bird of Paradise, also known as Strelitzia reginae. I’ll paint one, and you can compare.”
As An Moxue spoke, she went to the study, took out colored pencils, and quickly drew a colored version of the bird of paradise on her notebook. The stamens were sky blue, and the sepals were a bright orange-yellow, making it exceptionally beautiful.
Wu Sicheng, watching from the side, said, "These flowers are very vibrant and beautiful. They look quite similar. I don't know if there's any connection, but we can keep an eye out for them when we're researching; you never know, we might find something! What do you think?"
"Okay, let's do it that way. Oh, by the way, are you still feeling sleepy today?"
"Yes, I took another nap during the day, for about two hours."
An Moxue reached out and took Wu Sicheng's hand, saying, "Let me take his pulse."
Wu Sicheng lowered his head, looking at An Moxue's hand on his wrist, his eyes unfathomable.
"Her pulse is better than yesterday's. At this rate of recovery, her internal injuries should heal in another week. She's recovering very quickly." What she didn't say was that the pills made with water from the space well were indeed much more effective.
"Yes, thank you, Mo Xue. Wait a moment, I have a box of medicinal herbs for you."
As Wu Sicheng spoke, he went inside and brought out a large wooden box, which he placed on the coffee table.
An Moxue looked at the box, then glanced at Wu Sicheng, and opened the box.
Inside the box, there were rows of small bags, neatly stacked. She took out the top bag, revealing the prepared medicinal herbs inside. She took out another bag and opened it to look at it, until she had looked at the last bag.
An Moxue looked at Wu Sicheng, her eyes overflowing with laughter. She asked, "Where did you get so many authentic medicinal herbs? And they're all rare. It's so precious."
Instead of answering her question, he looked at her and asked, "Is there anything you need here?"
"Yes, I need all of these! Let me tell you, I love studying medicinal herbs and prescriptions the most, and I desperately need what you have, especially authentic medicinal herbs, which are the rarest. Do you know what authentic medicinal herbs are?"
Seeing that she was about to launch into a long explanation, Wu Sicheng asked, "I don't know, what are authentic medicinal herbs?"
"Let me tell you, authentic medicinal materials are simply those from the original region, which are of high quality. They have specific origins, history, processing methods, and therapeutic effects. They are medicinal materials with regional characteristics, such as astragalus from Shanxi and donkey-hide gelatin from Shandong."
As she spoke, her eyes shone brightly. Looking at An Moxue like this, Wu Sicheng felt a passion he had never seen before. He thought that she must be passionate about this pharmaceutical business.
However, by not asking, she missed an opportunity to understand An Moxue better. What she liked was not medicine making, but ancient and unorthodox prescriptions, those strange and unusual prescriptions, even poison prescriptions, which had little to do with normal life-saving prescriptions, although she could also make effective medicines to save lives.
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