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Chapter 44: Chapter 44 She Wants to Read a Book
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But Chen Zhong was just like a force-feeding duck, cramming stuff into her brain relentlessly, seemingly unafraid of bursting it. And now the result was that she had not yet burst, but Chen Zhong was still shoving knowledge into her noggin.
Nonetheless, Tang Yuxin loved to listen. As long as it was related to medical skills, she adored it. In her previous life, she had been a dependable internal medicine doctor. Her mentor once said that she had a good temperament, could tolerate loneliness and was steady. In operations, she was decisive and resolute — if something needed sewing up, she sewed it; if something needed cutting, she cut it. It was just a pity that she wasn’t born into a medical family, as her achievements could have been even greater.
So back then, she served as a small internal medicine doctor in that hospital, not particularly outstanding. Maybe after a few more decades of hard work, she could have become a director or something. Unfortunately, she didn’t live long enough.
Now, her interactions with these herbs brought her immense joy.
Every day, just smelling the aroma of these herbs would put her in a great mood, even if Chen Zhong ruthlessly pulled at her budding comprehension, she happily allowed him to do so.
“Grandpa is giving you something,” Chen Zhong, taking Tang Yuxin’s small hand, led her into his study. Chen Zhong had a myriad of books, many of which were ancient, perhaps even the only copies in existence.
He unfurled a scroll, then squatted down before Tang Yuxin. Unable to help it, Yuxin was so small she could barely reach an adult’s thigh. Either she had to raise her head or the adult had to squat down.
“Yuxin, look, this is for you. Do you see the red dots on it? Remember them, and grandpa will quiz you later.”
“All right,” Tang Yuxin took over the scroll, pretending to be an innocent little girl, although a wave of excitement swept through her heart. As someone who had studied medicine before, especially Western medicine, she found traditional Chinese medicine rather mystic. She had never had the opportunity to explore in her past life, but now she had a fantastic chance to do so, which could not be missed.
The scroll depicted an Acupoint Map of the human body. The lines represented meridians, and the red dots were acupoints, all clearly marked. She thought, even if she were stupid, silly, or clumsy, she had begun to study, to memorize from the age of three. Over time, these would become instinctive, like certain memories deeply imprinted in her mind since childhood.
“Grandpa, may I look at those baby dolls in your books?” She pointed at the ancient books in Chen Zhong’s study. Ah, these antiques could be considered national treasures in the future. Being able to see them was her fortune. Misfortunes were uncertain; those books surely contained valuable information, which she had been drooling over for quite some time. If she wasn’t too young, she would have taken a bite already.
Just like a sponge that had lost its moisture, these books now were her life-sustaining water.
She needed water; she wanted to drink water. She desired books; she hungered for reading books.
Nevertheless, she needed to bear with, to pretend being a little kid.
“Go ahead, go,” Chen Zhong waved his hand for her to play on her own. Anyway, Tang Yuxin was well-behaved. She wouldn’t be naughty or mischievous like other kids. Luckily, he had some affairs to attend to, like processing the recently collected herbs, which left no time to accompany her.
Tang Yuxin ran excitedly into the study and picked out a book.