Learning to play games, a 40-year-old woman achieves a remarkable turnaround.

On the first morning after moving, Yuan Bao was awakened by the melodious chirping of birds outside the window.

She walked barefoot to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the blooming roses in the central garden of the community, feeling exceptionally relaxed.

"Mom! Where is my school uniform?" Xiao Zhi's voice came from the dressing room.

Just as Yuan Bao was about to answer, he heard his mother reply, "It's in the third drawer on the left. Grandma has already organized it all for you."

She smiled gently; this warm and cozy atmosphere of three generations living together was exactly the life she had always dreamed of.

At the breakfast table, Bao Guo, scrolling through his phone, suddenly exclaimed, "Little sister, our job posting is trending!"

It turns out that a passerby took a picture of their shop's attractive recruitment conditions and posted it online, sparking heated discussions.

Topics like "other people's coffee shops" and "amazing bosses" quickly became trending topics in the city.

"Our shop has become quite popular even before it officially opens," Bao Guo said with a smile and a shake of his head.

Yuan Bao was also very happy. After breakfast, he drove Xiao Zhi to school.

Back at the shop, I purchased a series of coffee and restaurant training courses from the game store and notified the eight newly recruited employees to begin training.

The training courses purchased from the game store, along with accompanying instructor training services, are very thoughtful.

The morning sunlight slanted across the freshly wiped glass door as Yuan Bao adjusted the grind setting on the coffee machine.

Suddenly, a clear doorbell rang, and she looked up, frozen in place.

"Old Zhou? President Zhou?" Yuan Bao quickly put down his coffee spoon and strode forward to greet him.

There stood Old Master Zhou at the door, dressed in a dark blue Tang suit and holding a sandalwood cane, looking remarkably spry.

Behind him, Zhou Mingyuan carried two exquisite gift boxes, but the most eye-catching person was the old man with white hair and a youthful face next to him—his silver hair was neatly combed, his eyes were bright and piercing, and he had a somewhat otherworldly and venerable air about him.

"Excuse me for disturbing you," Old Master Zhou laughed heartily, tapping his cane lightly on the ground. "I passed by this morning and saw how newly renovated your shop is, so I couldn't resist stopping by for a cup of tea."

He turned to introduce the elderly man beside him, "This is Professor Zhang from the Provincial University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, a leading figure in the field of internal medicine."

Yuan Bao quickly led the three distinguished guests to a private room.

Bao Guo rushed over from the kitchen upon hearing the noise, still holding the remote control for the stereo system that he was adjusting.

"Professor Zhang, I've long admired your name!" Bao Guo respectfully handed over his business card.

Professor Zhang smiled and accepted the business card, but his gaze fell on the meridian chart hanging on the wall: "This chart is quite well chosen; it's a replica of the original from the Ming Dynasty's *Compendium of Acupuncture and Moxibustion*, isn't it?"

While Yuan Bao was brewing tea, Zhou Mingyuan gently placed the gift box on the table: "This is a housewarming gift specially prepared by my father: a set of medicine grinders from the Qianlong era, and a sample of our company's newly developed intelligent pulse diagnosis instrument."

Yuan Bao brought over a tea tray, and the amber-colored tea in the celadon teacups was steaming with wisps of heat.

As she poured tea, she explained the layout of the TCM clinic in detail: "We primarily offer appointment-based services, ensuring each customer receives a personalized treatment plan. Professor Zhang, what do you think of this model..."

"Excellent!" Professor Zhang gently stroked his teacup, a hint of approval in his eyes. "Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes 'treatment according to the individual,' and an appointment system is essential to truly achieve diagnosis and treatment based on syndrome differentiation."

He suddenly changed the subject, "I heard you two are participating in a mentorship program?"

Bao Guo nodded: "Yes, we plan to take the professional qualification exam next month."

Upon hearing this, Old Master Zhou slapped the table and laughed, "Hmm, not bad, not bad!"

After the guests left, the setting sun had already turned the shop's glass curtain wall golden.

Watching the car disappear into the distance, Yuan Bao said softly, "Brother, it seems we need to step up our efforts on our certification exam plans."

That day, Yuan Bao and Bao Guo drove to the Municipal College of Continuing Education of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"I never thought we'd be students again at our age." Bao Guo parked the car, smiled, and straightened his shirt collar.

Yuan Bao took two brand-new notebooks out of his bag: "Professor Zhang is right. If we're going to open a traditional Chinese medicine clinic, we can't lack any of the necessary qualifications."

She paused, thinking to herself, "With proper qualifications, it'll be easier to explain the prescriptions I get from the system in the future."

The opening ceremony of the training course was held in the largest lecture hall in the college.

To the siblings' surprise, Professor Zhang attended as a specially invited expert.

What's even more surprising is that there are quite a few students with gray hair sitting in the audience.

"That's the retired head of the internal medicine department of a Western medicine doctor," Professor Zhang introduced in a low voice.

The person next to him is a master masseur with thirty years of experience.

The country now encourages "learning from the West to learn from China" and "apprenticeship and certification," so you're not the only ones coming to learn.

The first lecture was given by Professor Li from the Provincial University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

When discussing the four diagnostic methods of "inspection, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation," Professor Li suddenly called on a student: "I heard that one of our students saved an acute myocardial infarction patient with a single pill? Yuan Bao, could you share your experience?"

All eyes in the room instantly turned to him.

Yuan Bao's ears burned from the sudden roll call, and he almost knocked over his water glass when he stood up.

However, he quickly calmed down and responded:

“Actually… that was an improved version of an ancient formula…” Yuan Bao’s voice trailed off.

Just as she was at a loss, Professor Zhang suddenly took the microphone:

"This is precisely the focus of our discussion today!" He walked to the front of the class. "The essence of Traditional Chinese Medicine lies in diagnosis and treatment based on syndrome differentiation. Although Yuan Bao hasn't received systematic medical training, she grasped the principle of 'treating the symptoms in acute cases,' and the medicinal herbs she used were classic combinations that promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis."

During the break, many students gathered around to ask him questions.

The retired Western medicine director, holding Yuan Bao's hand, exclaimed, "I've saved countless patients from heart attacks, but I never imagined that traditional Chinese medicine could work so quickly!"

The three-month training program is already halfway over.

Late one weekend night, Yuan Bao was still reading the "Huangdi Neijing" in the living room.

Xiao Zhi rubbed his eyes as he came out to get some water. Seeing his mother's focused profile, he suddenly said, "Mom, you seem to have gone back to how you were when you were in school."

Yuan Bao smiled and closed the book: "Mom's catching up on her lessons. Oh, by the way, you said you wanted to do an interview last time..."

"I've already finished the first draft!" Xiao Zhi excitedly ran back to his room, pulling out a hand-bound booklet. "The title is 'My Top Student Mom'!"

On the day of the exam, Yuan Bao specially wore a dark-colored, modified cheongsam.

Bao Guo joked that it felt like he was going to an awards ceremony.

The examination was held in a century-old building at the University of Chinese Medicine. Just as Yuan Bao wrote the last stroke, the clear chirping of birds came from outside the window.

On the day the results were announced, the whole family crowded in front of the computer.

Upon seeing the prominent word "Qualified" next to their names, Xiao Zhi suddenly held up a hand-drawn certificate: "Congratulations to Ms. Yuan Bao and Mr. Yuan Baoguo for winning the title of 'Oldest Freshman'!"

Amidst laughter, Aunt Yuan wiped her eyes and said, "Now our family's traditional Chinese medicine clinic can finally open legitimately."