My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

When the Tang brothers were at a loss for words, Tang Yuxin twisted her little face, her reddish tiny lips uttered words that once again struck Sang Zhilan in the chest, almost killing her.

This feeling of being stabbed in the heart, it’s called pain.

At the thought of her sick daughter at home, Sang Zhilan’s lips moved, but she couldn’t utter a single word for a long time. She had initially planned to take Wei Jiani back to her parents’ home, so they could help to take care of her for a while.

But now, with the commotion caused by the Tang family, her mothers and sister-in-laws were barely looking at her humanely, seemingly eager to drive her away.

Seeing the fair and plump Tang Yuxin, a hint of jealousy flickered in her eyes.

If Tang Yuxin had returned home with her back then, would she still be in such a mess? Tang Yuxin, two years older than Jiani, could now entirely take care of her sister at five years old. If Tang Zhinian could provide some monthly living expenses so they wouldn’t have to worry about their daughter, she and Wei Tian could work normally. But now, everything had changed.

She not only had to take care of her young daughter at home, but her family could not provide much help either, and she had little money at her disposal. However, the Tang family seemed to be doing better and better.

Her Jiani is often sick, as frail as a kitten, but why does her sister Tang Yuxin possess a rosy complexion and remains obvious fair.

Tang Yuxin was not just a child. A soul in her thirties could surely detect the resentment and jealousy in Sang Zhilan’s eyes.

She understood that in her past life, Wei Jiani had frequently been ill, and Sang Zhilan had always thought it was because she gave birth to her, which led to the weak constitution of Wei Jiani. Therefore, she Tang Yuxin owed Wei Jiani her entire life.

Indeed, children bore with the person you love are cherished, whereas she was nothing more than an unwanted straw.

If she wasn’t any useful, she might have been kicked out of Wei’s Family long ago.

As for Sang Zhilan, she did not hold any expectations, hence there was no disappointment.

Of course, there wouldn’t be love hurts.

Without love, there would be no hurt.

Sang Zhilan clenched her teeth with force and left in resentment.

Tang Zhinian set his daughter down, then held her little hand.

“Xinxin, daddy will take you to grandpa’s. We will eat when we’re back, okay?” He smiled at his daughter. In fact, he was afraid Sang Zhilan might come back later. Even if she did not come back, he had to clean up the mess at home.

“Okay,” Tang Yuxin took Tang Zhinian’s hand and went with him to Chen Zhong. She was still holding the jar with the rice bran. Chen Zhong couldn’t wait to see her grow into a towering tree.

He was too old, and she was too young.

He was afraid he wouldn’t live long enough to fully train her to be a doctor. What would they do then?

Medical skills could not be half-mastered. These skills involved human lives and required utmost precision.

Seeing the rice bran jar in Tang Yuxin’s arms, a smile spread across Chen Zhong’s face, bloom like an old chrysanthemum.

This dependable child is the most lovable.

In fact, he overestimated Tang Yuxin’s reliability. She only held the rice bran jar because she had nothing else to do. Otherwise, she would probably be holding mud in her hands.

“Yuxin, prick a few needles for grandpa to see.”

Chen Zhong squatting down, with no sense of despair that his house was destroyed by flood, didn’t he still have a ray of hope? That was Tang Yuxin. They could gather herbs again; everything important from the books, Tang Yuxin remembered. The less vital ones, he would slowly teach her later. As long as this child was here, she could inherit all his medical skills, and his life would not be wasted. Even if his legs gave out, even if he closed his eyes forever, he would have lived up to the Chen’s Family’s legacy.

Tang Yuxin obediently took the rice bran jar and pricked the jar with a few needles.

“Good,” Chen Zhong was pleased with Tang Yuxin’s technique. She had started practicing when she was three. As she grew, her strength gradually increased. The speed of her needle insertion now seemed like an innate skill.

Chen’s Eleven Needle Methods required practice from an early age, yet no one started as early as Tang Yuxin, who had begun at age three. By five years old, she could already prick through the rice bran jar.

So, they could practice with something else.

“Let’s try something different today,” saying that, he stood up and walked into the house. Although Chen Zhong’s house had been wrecked by the flood, it was essentially still intact, and most of the things were preserved. However, the books and herbs had been ruined, but it could be inhabited after a simple clean-up.

Soon, he came out again, this time with a small wooden board in hand. He placed it in front of Tang Yuxin.

“From now on, we will practice with this. You’ve practiced with it before, but you didn’t have enough strength then. Now you can use it.”

Tang Yuxin took it, stroked the thin tungwood board coated with silicone gel. She could practice on this silicone gel layer first, and when the strength of her needle application technique was strong enough, she could practice on the one-centimeter thick tungwood board.

Once the Chen Family’s Needle Method was mastered, the needle would essentially become part of her body, and she could control it at will. In her previous life, she didn’t have this opportunity, but now that she had it, she would definitely make the best use of it.

She placed the wooden board on her lap and began practicing. A five-year-old child might seem small, but her seriousness was evident.

At home, Tang Zhinian and Tang Zhijun had almost finished tidying up. The brothers climbed up the big tree in their courtyard and retrieved their things.

Everyone kept their doors shut, not knowing what you had at home. However, they were grateful to villagers who helped them retrieve their belongings. Of course, this was secondary. The main thing was that the villagers supported them, preventing the Sang Family from ever bullying Tang Yuxin again.

Tang Zhinian remembered this act of kindness, but now was not the time to repay. The village had just been flooded. Most families had lost nearly all their belongings. If they flaunted their wealth now, it wouldn’t be a wise move.

After the New Year, when they sold the crops from their land, they would repay this kindness.

“We had originally planned to send wee Yuxin to the Youth Palace to learn the piano.”

Tang Zhijun was somewhat annoyed at the flood that wrecked their home and disrupted Tang Yuxin’s piano lessons plan. He had no idea when they would be able to get it back on track.

They didn’t mind, but Wee Yuxin would consequently miss her ideal learning age.