My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 59: Chapter 60: There is a Successor

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Practicing acupuncture is an extremely tedious process, but it is something that Tang Yuxin can persist in.

Therefore, he became even more convinced that he must train Tang Yuxin. This way, he would have a successor and his Chen Family’s esteemed medical skills would not be lost.

However, when it came to dullness, in Tang Yuxin’s view, nothing could be as monotonous as the three years of preparing for the college entrance examination. She often didn’t sleep enough due to her rigorous study schedule, especially in her senior year. Despite her poor grades at the time, she studied day and night to get into university. She worked so hard that she never slept well and rarely slept for eight hours. Usually, she would only sleep after midnight and wake up around five in the morning.

Yet, her efforts were not in vain, as she successfully got into university that year with a better score than Wei Jiani. This effectively was a slap in the face for Sang Zhilan and Wei Jiani. It was also her first time regaining some dignity after moving into the Wei Family, especially because she was then able to leave and no longer had to be Wei Jiani’s backdrop or the Wei Family’s maid.

Compared to those three years in high school, what did she consider tedious now?

A person’s life is finite. Every second lost is gone forever and there will be no next second. The lost moments will always be missed.

She did not believe that just because she was reborn, she had the right to waste such a precious life. Regardless of whether she was four or two years old, she would make good use of every second.

Every day she would come here to learn to write and then sit on the ground practicing needlework with a cotton ball. Half a year later, her needlework material had changed from a cotton ball to a hard paper cotton board. The hardness increased considerably, making it much more difficult to perform her needlework.

Ordinary five-year-old children would find it almost impossible to penetrate the hard board, but thanks to her gradual progress, Tang Yuxin surprisingly had quite a strong grip.

After just half a month, she was able to insert the needle again.

“She’s truly gifted,” Chen Zhong was greatly satisfied with Tang Yuxin’s progress, having devoted almost all of his time to nurturing his young disciple. If the ancestors of the Chen Family knew that he had found such a good student, they would have been extremely pleased.

“There is a successor now, yes, there is a successor now,” he mused.

Tang Yuxin, however, pouted.

Was she truly gifted, or was she simply being coerced into it?

After a while, sticking into the hard paper cotton board no longer phased Tang Yuxin and Chen Zhong made another one for her. He filled a small jar with roast rice bran, wrapping it with a piece of red silk cloth.

The rice bran jar was very suitable for beginners to practice different acupuncture techniques because of the varying hardness of the rice bran inside. When encountering a place that was difficult to needle, you could practice reinserting the needle, making it perfect for those learning acupuncture.

So, in the time that followed, Tang Yuxin was often seen holding the little jar, incessantly needling into it.

“Yuxin, let’s go out and skip rope?”

Zhang Yindi, whose hair was carelessly combed, ran in. After living in the village for more than a year, she was carefree as long as she had enough to eat and drink. She had become familiar with the village children, playing here and there every day, mud caking their clothes. Dragging her three-year-old brother around, they would both get a scolding and then the day would be over.