"Is my leg really healed?"
Yin Mulan was a bit excited. She slowly stood up and then kicked her foot around; there really wasn’t any hindrance at all.
She didn’t even go to the dance studio, but instead performed a segment of classical dance right there in the living room.
Her feet glided softly, dancing gracefully.
Twists, leaps, splits, stretches—all sorts of advanced moves were executed flawlessly, without any impact.
Yin Mulan was so moved that she welled up with tears. She grabbed Xia Weibao’s hands, suddenly lost for words.
How can a mere ’thank you’ express the gratitude for rebirth?
"Baby, I really don’t know how to thank you. Just say the word, and as long as it’s within my power, I’ll do it."
Xia Weibao laughed lightly, "Teacher Yin, when you helped me participate in ’Heavenly Voice,’ did you ask me for anything in return?"
Yin Mulan paused for a moment, then responded with a candid smile.
"What I did for you was a small favor, but what you’ve done for me is akin to giving me a new life; these cannot be compared."
"To me, treating your leg was just a small favor as well. You really shouldn’t worry about it."
In fact, she hadn’t done much; she just prescribed the medicine, and then let Yin Mulan apply it herself, only following up on key steps.
Besides, such a leg injury was really simple for her to handle.
Yin Mulan smiled at her and didn’t dwell on the issue any longer.
She would remember this debt of gratitude in her heart.
"If you ever want to pursue international development and you need help, just ask. With my years of effort, I do have some status internationally."
As she spoke, Yin Mulan pulled out the invitation letter from the National Studies Association from the table.
"Baby, are you sure you don’t want this invitation?"
Xia Weibao shook her head, "I don’t need it."
Yin Mulan struggled for a while, her hand holding the invitation letter gradually tightening.
Joining the National Studies Association would be all benefits and no harm for Xia Weibao.
But now, she also needed this invitation.
She wanted to enter the National Studies Association, to find those two people and ask them clearly about the past—why they had treated her the way they did.
Her enemies were in the National Studies Association!
"How about this, I’ll enter first, and if there’s a chance later on, I’ll definitely find a way to recommend you to join."
Xia Weibao wanted to insist that it was really not necessary, but seeing how adamant Yin Mulan was, Xia Weibao thought she would probably feel uneasy if she didn’t agree.
So she accepted, "Alright, I’ll join when there’s an opportunity."
Yin Mulan felt a bit better inside.
With her prestige in the dance world, she believed she would quickly secure a foothold in the National Studies Association.
By then, bringing Xia Weibao in would be easy.
"Baby, you might not yet understand what the National Studies Association represents, it is the pinnacle of Huaxia’s national studies. Once you’re in, you have boundless prospects.
By the way, you know Ruan Shushu, right? I heard she used to be your assistant."
When Ruan Shushu was mentioned, the corners of Xia Weibao’s lips curved slightly.
The image of that young girl, who fearlessly blocked danger for her sake, emerged in her mind again.
Now school had started, and she was a college student.
"Yes, she used to be my assistant."
"She missed out at the college entrance exam and wasn’t supposed to get into Imperial City University. But because she joined the National Studies Association and had the recommendation of Master Pei Hong, she was able to enter Imperial City University.
Imperial City University, where others would break their heads trying to enter, she got in with just a letter of recommendation. That’s the advantage of being part of the National Studies Association.
If you join, it would be extremely beneficial for your career as a star. With the backing of the National Studies Association, you’ll be unrivaled in the entertainment industry in the future!"