: After resting for 3 days

Things unfolded much as Qiao Chen had anticipated.

Lin Feng didn't let the duck that was already in his mouth fly away.

Instead, they enjoy it directly.

However, the result was still quite painful for Qiao Chen.

The new car encountered Lin Feng's violent driving.

This is truly a terrible tragedy.

Especially Lin Feng's line: "You're already great."

It made her feel utterly ashamed.

At this moment, Qiao Chen finally understood why Guo Lin wanted to introduce women to Lin Feng.

That's really outrageous.

I'm about to burst from overeating.

If it were her, she would have done the same, introducing her best friend to Lin Feng.

They can only be described as non-human.

This also resulted in Qiao Chen having to rest for three whole days.

We came out to have fun, but ended up not being able to do anything.

Seeing Qiao Chen squatting on the lawn, playing with the black bear,

McKenna leaned against a pillar on the porch, holding a steaming cup of coffee.

Laughing and joking:

"Have you fully recovered?"

This morning when I saw you coming downstairs, your legs were still trembling.

Hearing the sound, Qiao Chen looked up, her cheeks slightly flushed.

He nodded somewhat shyly.

"Thankfully, it doesn't feel as bad as before..."

Everything is alright now.

As she said this, the images from last night that made her blush and her heart race involuntarily flashed through her mind, and her ears began to burn again.

McKenna nodded and took a sip of her coffee.

"Your physical condition is still not good enough; you're too weak."

I've been lying in bed for three days after just one night. What am I going to do in the future?

Come stay at the farm for a few days when you have time, go horseback riding and hunting.

You should exercise and strengthen your body.

Spend a month in Texas, and you'll come back as strong as a heifer.

Qiao Chen looked around and found that besides her and McKenna, there was no one else in the yard.

There was only that black bear still rolling around in the grass.

Lin Feng and the other women have all disappeared without a trace.

He then asked in confusion:

"Where are Guo Lin and the others?"

Why is no one here so early in the morning?

I just knocked on their room door, but it was empty.

McKenna gestured with her chin toward the east and explained:

"They went to the Black Lotus Farm early this morning."

Lin Feng and Sarah took the lead, and Guo Lin and Sun Ting followed.

They said they wanted to plan a renovation scheme for that farm.

It seems they're planning to build something like a "faithful activity center" on the farm.

"Black Lotus Farm?"

Qiao Chen blinked, somewhat puzzled.

McKenna finished the last sip of coffee in her cup.

"It's the farm that Lin gave to Sarah, not far from here."

It's right next to my farm.

Lin bought it outright and gave it to Sarah as a gift.

Sarah kept saying she wanted to turn it into the headquarters of the Black Lotus Cult.

Do you want me to drive you there to take a look?

Anyway, I don't have much to do at home.

Qiao Chen shook his head, then squatted down again to rub the black bear's furry belly:

"No, I'll wait for them to come back here."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qiao Chen's phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID.

It was indeed my advisor calling; I answered it quickly.

"Joe, how's the revision of your doctoral dissertation coming along?"

I need to submit the final draft to the academic committee within this week.

The tutor's voice came through the receiver, his German-accented English as serious and efficient as ever.

Qiao Chen nodded quickly.

"Almost done, I've finished all the core modifications."

All that's left is the final literature review and formatting adjustments; I should be able to send it to you tonight.

"Hurry up, don't delay any longer."

Your research data is solid, but the quality of the paper's presentation is equally important.

The professor hung up the phone immediately after speaking, without even saying goodbye, a typical straightforward style in academia.

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Chen stuck out her tongue, waved the phone screen at McKenna, and said awkwardly:

"I can't go now, I need to go prepare my thesis."

I've been lying in bed for three days without realizing it, completely forgetting about my thesis.

McKenna shook her head. "I get a headache just looking at those kinds of documents."

Go ahead, but you'll have to settle this score with Lin.

"He's the one who made you waste three days."

"Settle accounts with him? I wouldn't dare."

Qiao Chen put his phone back in his pocket, waved to McKenna, and then ran into the villa.

She returned to her room, took her laptop out of her backpack,

Open the document and begin preparing the final touches for your thesis.

Before revising the paper, it is necessary to consult several recent references to support her conclusions.

Qiao Chen opened the academic database, found a cutting-edge paper in the relevant field that had just been published yesterday, and began to browse it quickly.

She has always been quick at reading academic papers, a skill she honed over many years of doctoral studies.

First, skim the abstract, then look at the charts and graphs, then carefully read the conclusions, and finally decide whether to read the entire text.

However, when she finished reading the summary and was about to turn to the charts and graphs as usual, she suddenly froze.

The abstract I just read, that densely packed English abstract,

Every word and every piece of data seemed to be engraved in her mind, clear and precise.

As soon as she closes her eyes, the contents of that summary appear in her mind like a high-definition photograph.

"My goodness, when did my memory become so good?"

Qiao Chen muttered to herself, her voice filled with disbelief.

She couldn't believe her brain could do this, and thought it was because she had rested well these past few days and was particularly focused.

Unconvinced, she randomly picked up a lengthy review paper, forty pages long, related to her research area.

She had read this paper before when she was at Stanford, but it took her three whole days to finish it back then.

Moreover, after reading it, I only remember a general framework and some key data.

The specific details have long been blurred.

She read it carefully from beginning to end, and after finishing, she closed her laptop, closed her eyes, and tried to mentally retell the contents of the paper.

The result shocked her so much that she stood up from her chair. She remembered the entire framework of the paper and the core ideas of each section perfectly.

They truly have a photographic memory.

Her memory was never bad; in fact, it was among the best of her peers.

She could memorize a text after reading it two or three times, and her cramming efficiency before exams was much higher than that of her classmates, which is why she has always been the best student in terms of grades since childhood.

But that kind of memory is on a completely different level from what I have now.

This struck her as incredible.

After all, memory is something that only gradually declines with age; it's impossible for it to suddenly increase dramatically.

During her doctoral studies, she noticed a significant decline in her memory compared to her undergraduate years.

Her 28-year-old brain suddenly functioned better than it did at 18, a feeling that was both surprising and bizarre.

Suddenly, she remembered the Qi-opening pill that Lin Feng had given her.

That milky-white pill, a magical little pill that melts in your mouth.

After taking it, her 600-degree myopia was cured on the spot.

My eyes can see more clearly than ever before.

"Could it be because of the Qi-Opening Pill?"

The more Qiao Chen thought about it, the more reasonable this explanation seemed.

She had always regarded Tongqiao Dan as a panacea specifically for treating nearsightedness.

Although the effects were so miraculous that they defied common medical sense, she assumed that was all it could do.