After the divorce, my ex-husband and son lined up to pursue me.

Chapter 69 Miraculous Self-Healing
Song Nanqi drove Jiang Xia to the seaside.

The weather wasn't very good; dark clouds hung heavy, and rumbling thunder rolled across the sky from time to time.

I don't know when it will rain.

There weren't many tourists at the beach. When they got out of the car, Song Nanqi grabbed an umbrella and helped Jiang Xia out of the car. He then pushed the wheelchair toward the sand embankment.

Extending out to the sea, there are also boulders of various shapes scattered around.

"I loved coming here when I was a kid. I would listen to the people laughing and joking, and use that as background noise to study and do my homework," Song Nanqi suddenly said, seemingly lost in thought.

Jiang Xia remained silent, but unconsciously his brows furrowed slightly.

She was a little confused. When she saw Song Nanqi again this time, she had a vague feeling of... being slightly more familiar with him, no longer the stranger she had only met twice before.

She knew she had postoperative delirium and that for nearly half a month, her memory had been confused.

Once fully conscious, those confused memories disappear.

“Then you must have been a very interesting child when you were little.” After a long while, Jiang Xia finally replied with a smile.

Song Nanqi stopped, walked around to the wheelchair, and bent down to adjust the blanket covering her legs. "Maybe, but what about you? What were you like when you were little?"

"Me?" Jiang Xia was taken aback, and a series of scenes flashed through her mind. She quickly suppressed her disgusted frown and instead said calmly, "I was just an ordinary child when I was little. There's nothing special about me."

Song Nanqi smiled knowingly: "But I have a feeling you must have been a genius when you were a child."

A casual remark, coupled with the expression on his face.

Jiang Xia frowned in hesitation: "You...have known me since you were very young?"

In an instant, her memories surged, but she couldn't quite make out Song Nanqi's face...

"You don't remember?" he countered, but quickly changed his tone with a smile: "Then you don't know me, right? By the way, I haven't asked you yet. You suddenly contacted me, there must be something you need, right?"

The topic shifted back to business, and Jiang Xia stopped letting his mind wander.

She said, "It's true. I took it upon myself to let Xin Rou withdraw her investment. Now the project team is short of funds and urgently needs someone to invest. Teacher Yan has been working on this for several days, but... there hasn't been much progress."

Academics are different from business people. Although they still need money in the end, the interpersonal relationships, networks, and so on involved are not things that Yan Guozhong and Jiang Xia can handle on their own.

The simplest approach is to find a big boss to attract investment, but why should they trust you? Is there an intermediary involved, or is it just based on the project's excellence and promising prospects?

That's just empty boasting, it's too unrealistic.

Song Nanqi was aware of the project team's current predicament, but instead of offering solutions, he asked, "So? How do you want me to help you?"

Jiang Xia looked at the man squatting in front of her...

Song Nanqi is just a surgeon. No matter how high his professional title is, it only means that he is capable. Asking him to help find people to introduce him to investment and sponsorship is a bit unreasonable.

So she thought for a moment and then tentatively asked, "Can you invest?"

“No problem.” Song Nanqi readily agreed, and then earnestly stated, “I have about five million on hand, but it hasn’t all arrived in my account yet. I’m currently working on cash flow, and all of this takes time.”

Jiang Xia nodded, somewhat embarrassed and apologetic, "Then could you please invest the money in the project team once all the funds are recovered?" "Sure, I can." Song Nanqi didn't refuse, but then asked, "But what about after that?"

He stood up and turned to look at the surging sea. "As far as I know, as the project progresses, just considering neurotransmitter simulation alone, we'll need to purchase a batch of new equipment in Melbourne, and the budget for that..."

Song Nanqi pondered for a moment, then said, "It will cost at least several million, not including other expenses."

The situation is completely different now than it was seven years ago. The rapid development of AI has promoted the high-end intelligence of various instruments and equipment. Even ordinary academic research requires a large number of practical parameters as a foundation, and these can no longer rely solely on the human brain.

This is why the school insisted on cutting the Cortex-7; delaying it for too long would be too expensive.

“Indeed, I have thought about all of these things.” Jiang Xia said frankly, but did not go into too much detail. “We can find a lawyer to put these investment matters into an actual contract. You are the first investor, and then you can hand it over to me.”

Song Nanqi: "???"

He looked down at Jiang Xia in surprise, "Give it to you? What do you mean?"

Song Nanqi raised about five million yuan out of his own pocket. It came from all the New Year's money and red envelopes he received since childhood, as well as bonuses from projects he participated in during college, stock trading, and even selling the house his parents had given him for his wedding. All of these combined were what he managed to raise.

After all, the risks of this kind of investment are unknown, and the money could be lost at any time, so he couldn't very well ask his parents for help.

But where in Jiangxia do Jiangxia have these assets?

And how can we rely on her to sustain subsequent investments?

Jiang Xia smiled and said, "Let me keep you in suspense for now. You'll find out later."

"..."

Song Nanqi frowned and moved closer to her wheelchair. "You're not planning to use the Ruan family's money to ask your ex-husband for more, are you?"

"Don't worry about that." Jiang Xia changed the subject and moved her wheelchair around Song Nanqi. She looked up at the gloomy sky, reached out her hand but didn't catch any rain, but said, "Let's talk about my illness."

"I don't know if it's because of the surgery, but I feel like my condition has improved a lot recently..."

As long as Ruan Muhuai was not around, she didn't have to see him, and she didn't have to waste her energy on him, her persistent headaches were relieved, or even almost disappeared.

Moreover, she was too busy the past two days, so she only took the medicine once in the morning, but after a busy day, she didn't feel anything unusual about her body.

"I even have a feeling that I'm cured?" she boldly asked, still very curious: "Can you take a look at me and tell me what happened?"

Song Nanqi was stunned for a moment, staring intently at Jiang Xia. He quickly stepped to her side and reached out to check the post-operative wound hidden under her long hair at the back of her head.

The wound is healing very well, and the wound itself is not large.

"Have you been experiencing headaches lately? Especially when you wake up in the morning?" he asked.

Jiang Xia shook her head. "I don't have any headaches, tinnitus, drowsiness, lethargy, poor appetite, uncoordinated movements, or vision problems... I don't have any of these symptoms."

Song Nanqi was stunned.

A vague premonition suddenly arose in his heart...

(End of this chapter)