CHAPTER 361: CHAPTER 361 THE GIFT OF DREAMS! 2

Ye Siyuan emerged from the changing room, freshly dressed. She blinked and said, "Yeah, on May 20th, girlfriends are supposed to give their boyfriends gifts."

Si Mingjing was no longer the naive girl who had just arrived on Earth.

She slipped out of Mo Yinhe’s embrace. "You siblings always stick together; I don’t trust you. But a scarf—I’ll knit one for you. No need to learn, I already know how."

Mo Yinhe’s good mood instantly halved. He squinted. "How do you know how?"

"On Prison Star, my master taught me. I knitted a red scarf for myself and wore it for many years. It’s in my luggage."

Mo Yinhe’s gloomy expression eased. After they returned home, he immediately went to look through her luggage.

And indeed, he found a bright red scarf in her suitcase.

The red scarf was severely pilled, a clear sign it had been worn for many years. Mo Yinhe, however, didn’t mind at all and immediately wrapped it around his neck.

Si Mingjing couldn’t stand the sight and tried to take it off him, murmuring, "Why are you wearing my scarf?"

Mo Yinhe lied without batting an eye. "It’s cold."

It was indeed cold today, but the central air conditioning kept the room at 25 degrees Celsius. What could he possibly be cold about?

"Take it off, quickly! What kind of man wears a red scarf? Anyone who didn’t know better would think you’ve gone mad. Besides, this scarf is too small for you."

Mo Yinhe paid no heed. The thought that she had knitted this scarf herself—perhaps it was even her very first piece—and that it had accompanied her for so many years, made him reluctant to remove it. It was a bit small, but a scarf wasn’t like clothing; being slightly undersized didn’t matter.

"Mingjing, you don’t need to knit me a scarf. Just give me this one. I like it very much."

"Are you insane?"

Si Mingjing felt that a man wearing a red scarf was simply unbearable to look at! So tacky!

Yet Mo Yinhe wore the scarf, parading ostentatiously around the city.

To complement the red scarf, he had deliberately changed into black clothing. The dark attire paired with the bright red scarf created an unbelievably striking effect. Red and black was a classic and elegant combination. Indeed, handsome people looked good in anything.

In the evening, Ye Xinguang called them to South Garden for dinner. The large family was dressed lightly indoors; only Mo Yinhe, with his red scarf, stood out conspicuously.

Ye Xinguang asked her son with concern, "Yinhe, is it that cold?"

Mo Yinhe, maintaining an elegant demeanor as he ate, nodded earnestly. "Mom, I’m cold."

"What’s wrong? Are you catching a cold?"

"The weather has been fluctuating. I might have caught a chill; I need to wear more."

Si Mingjing, sitting beside him, covered her face with her hand, too embarrassed to look.

Even Ye Siyuan discreetly covered her eyes with her hand. Could her brother be any more ridiculous?

Ye Xinguang was still worried. "Mingjing, could you check on Yinhe?" she asked Si Mingjing.

Ye Siyuan couldn’t bear it any longer. "Mom, that scarf is Mingjing’s! My brother is just being dramatic. Don’t worry needlessly. He might say he’s cold, but who knows how warm he actually feels inside."

Ye Xinguang understood then and chuckled. "Oh, this boy of mine!"

Ye Nianbai, who was earnestly munching on a chicken leg, suddenly looked up with starry eyes. "Jingjing, Little Master wants one too!"

"There aren’t any more," Mo Yinhe declared, flaunting it to his son. "This is the only one."

Ye Nianbai, unwilling to give up, hopped down from his child’s chair, ran to Si Mingjing, and tugged her hand, shaking it.

"Jingjing, Little Master wants one too!"

"I’ll knit one for you."

Ye Nianbai was immediately overjoyed. "Little Master knew it! Little Master is Jingjing’s most beloved treasure!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Sheng Liangliang and Yun Xiaosu chimed in, discontentedly, "I want one too!"

"Alright, alright, I’ll knit one for each of you."

Only Gu Shurong remained unconcerned, his mouth oily as he bit into a large chicken drumstick, munching contentedly. After his satisfying meal, he even let out a loud BURP, rubbing his small, stuffed belly.

After dinner, Si Mingjing took his pulse.

She announced to the whole family, "Xiaorong’s illness is cured."

"Wow! Really? Can I fly from now on?" Gu Shurong was the most excited.

He lifted his shirt, eager to immediately remove the insulin pump he had worn on his abdomen for years.

Si Mingjing gently stopped him. "To be on the safe side, keep it on for another week. If the insulin level in the reservoir doesn’t change during this week, then we can confirm his illness is completely cured."

"Exactly, better to be cautious," Elder Madame Ye added.

A week passed in the blink of an eye, and the insulin level in Little Shurong’s insulin pump reservoir hadn’t changed at all. This proved everything. The formula developed by Academician Zhou was indeed highly effective in treating Type 1 diabetes!

Little Shurong was cured!

Si Mingjing helped Little Shurong remove the insulin pump from his abdomen, and the whole family was overjoyed.

Si Mingjing made a special call to Academician Zhou to share the news, laughing happily during their conversation.

"My dear girl," Academician Zhou said after they had chatted for half an hour, "I heard you’re giving a lecture at Yecheng University in three days?"

"How did you know about that too?"

Academician Zhou replied, "Yecheng University sent out widespread invitations and even posted on global medical forums, hailing you as a ’Divine Doctor.’ How could I not know? However, my dear, I want to give you a heads-up. Internationally, many practitioners of Western medicine are skeptical of Traditional Chinese Medicine. On the forums, many of them ridicule TCM as rubbish. TCM has always struggled for widespread acceptance in modern society, and many people harbor prejudices. Even now, in 2051, people who still believe in TCM are often considered laughable. And if a TCM practitioner is hailed as a ’Divine Doctor,’ they’re even more inclined to scoff. They might not be targeting you personally, but TCM as a whole. They view TCM as something akin to witchcraft and are terrified by its potential resurgence, fearing it could threaten the dominance of Western medicine. On these forums, they constantly bring up various intractable diseases, questioning if TCM can offer any real cures. In this world, it’s impossible for us to treat every complex illness we encounter with effortless expertise. We could cure a hundred people, but if just one person isn’t healed, all our successes can be dismissed. That’s the plight of TCM. This kind of unfair scrutiny is something everyone who studies TCM inevitably faces, even you."

Si Mingjing listened attentively, grateful for Academician Zhou’s kind warning. "Academician Zhou, I understand. Thank you for the warning. I’ll be careful."

Si Mingjing asked Academician Zhou for the forum’s web address. After hanging up, she discussed the matter with Mo Yinhe.

Mo Yinhe’s expression was serious. "Since the Chen Family extended an olive branch by inviting you to lecture, they certainly won’t deliberately make things difficult. However, there’s no guarantee that among the medical experts attending, there won’t be one or two resentful individuals eager to pull you down from your pedestal. Academician Zhou is right. Even if your medical skills are excellent, you can’t guarantee a cure for every complex disease. You could succeed ninety-nine times, but if you fail just once, TCM will be dismissed as worthless. This has been TCM’s predicament for a century. Mingjing, you need to be cautious!"

Si Mingjing clicked on the web address. She was naturally fearless in the face of challenges, and her fighting spirit soared. "Let them come. I’m not afraid. I only fear not having the chance. My master always said, ’Opportunity favors the prepared mind.’"