My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Tang Yuxin’s eyes sparkled slightly. She was correct after all. So, her eyes can be brighter, she can be smarter. Then, does this mean she wouldn’t need to wear glasses in the future? She wouldn’t have to touch her eyeballs every day to remove her contacts?

She sniffed it hard again. She could clearly feel the cold fragrance entering her nostrils, then her lungs, and finally, her brain.

She sat down by the door, lifted her small face, and watched Chen Zhong continuously drying the herbs.

“Agave.”

“Chicken-heart grass.”

Chen Zhong sorted and named the herbs while Tang Yuxin watched and remembered.

“Little girl, come here.”

Chen Zhong waved to Tang Yuxin, she stood up, her mind now incredibly clear.

“What is this?” He pointed to the medicinal herbs he had just sorted and asked.

Tang Yuxin blinked. Was he testing her?

Should she tell him?

If she doesn’t say, doesn’t that mean she’s slow? She remembered all of them perfectly, adult thoughts with a child’s memory, plus the Clear Mind Soup she had just taken, it’s impossible to forget.

“Agave,” she lifted her little face, her milky voice was clear, repeating exactly what Chen Zhong had said earlier.

“And this?” Chen Zhong was stoic, but somehow she could tell that he was in a pretty good mood.

“Chicken-heart grass,” Tang Yuxin said, still like a child, her voice was youthful, but her eyes were extremely bright, repeating the words perfectly.

“Are you thirsty?”

Chen Zhong stroked Tang Yuxin’s hair. He became more patient and kind towards her. Luckily, he was an upright person, stern when serious, kind when smiling. Otherwise, Tang Yuxin might feel a chill – he wouldn’t be a human trafficker, would he?

“Thank you, grandfather,” said Tang Yuxin. This made Chen Zhong’s smiling face look even more pleasant.

Soon after, Chen Zhong had a cup for Tang Yuxin. As soon as she saw what was inside the cup, her heart dropped. What was that in there – some kind of wild grass?

Could she decline it?

She lifted her face and looked at Chen Zhong, trying hard to act innocent and cute.

“That’s Clear Mind Soup,” Chen Zhong understood that the little girl was repulsed by the drink.

“Don’t judge it by its appearance. This is a good thing. It’s a precious heritage passed down from my ancestors. Look at my eyes, they’re good because I’ve been drinking this since I was a child.”

Tang Yuxin quickly put the cup in front of her. No matter how hard it is to drink, she must finish it. Clear Mind Soup, just hearing its name tells you it’s good stuff. She did not want to be short-sighted, she did not want to wear glasses. Plus, Chen Zhong’s eyes were indeed good. At his age, he had no cataracts, and he could see clearly enough to mend his own clothes with a needle. An ordinary man of his age would have lost his sight long ago, but he hadn’t. Therefore, the soup must be good, especially since it’s passed down from his ancestors. How could it be bad?

“Grandpa, can I give this to my dad?”

Cradling the bowl in her hands, she looked up at him, hopeful. She wanted her father to still have sharp hearing and vision even when he got old, not to be like in her past life where he lost sight in one of his eyes due to personal reasons.

“It’s not that you can’t,” Chen Zhong walked to his herbs. “If you come over next time and can still remember the names of these herbs, I will give you the Clear Mind Soup. You can give it to whoever you want.”