That day, Gu Jia Ning told her master, Elder Chen, about her decision to take Qin Tian as a disciple.
After all, once she takes him as a disciple, Qin Tian would also be considered Elder Chen’s grand-disciple, so she had to inform Elder Chen.
"Alright, if you think that child is good, go ahead and take him as a disciple."
After thinking for a mont, Elder Chen gave a dical records book to Gu Jia Ning, "I won’t be coming when you take your disciple, give this to my grand-disciple, consider it a eting gift from his grandmaster."
"Okay."
Gu Jia Ning took it and looked at it, finding that it recorded basic dical cases on diagnosing and treating patients in great detail.
For a beginner in dicine, it’s a trendous help.
Her master’s gift was indeed thoughtful.
If Elder Chen heard her thoughts, he would definitely say: The reason I am thoughtful is because of my fondness for everything associated with you, since I haven’t even t that child Qin Tian.
But Elder Chen thought, since Gu Jia Ning has taken a liking to him, this child nad Qin Tian must be good.
Gu Jia Ning thought that since Elder Chen, the grandmaster, prepared a gift for Qin Tian, she, as a master, definitely had to prepare sothing too.
She thought about it and exchanged a number of valuable dical books from the system’s exchange store, and also got an amulet.
The next day, at the Qin Family, Qin Tian bowed and offered tea to Gu Jia Ning, completing the ceremony of accepting a master.
"This is the gift from your grandmaster, study it well, it will be very helpful to you at this stage."
"Okay, thank you, grandmaster."
Qin Zhihong and Du Lan exchanged a glance, they only found out later that Gu Jia Ning’s master was Elder Chen.
Who hasn’t heard of Elder Chen’s reputation?
"This is from , your master."
"You are going to Beijing next, and I don’t know when I will visit, so I won’t be able to teach you dicine personally. Over the years, just focus on solidifying the basics, reading more is never wrong."
"These books are carefully selected by ; if you can thoroughly understand them, your future achievents won’t be limited."
"Study these books well, if there’s anything you don’t understand, you can write to and ask."
"Alright, Master, I understand." Qin Tian solemnly accepted the thick books.
"You need to study the dical books well, and keep up with your other studies too, understand? Now it’s 1975, and the college entrance examination should resu the year after next."
Gu Jia Ning naturally hoped that Qin Tian would do well in entering college afterwards.
"Yes, Master, Qin Tian understands."
Then, Gu Jia Ning took out the amulet, "Wear this, don’t ask what it is, Xingxing, Yueyue, and everyone in our family has one; wear it well, consider it a form of protection from your master."
Qin Tian listened sowhat bewildered as he reached out to take the amulet from his master’s hand.
He had seen this thing on Xingxing and Yueyue.
Now hearing that the whole family has it, Qin Tian wondered if he was considered part of his master’s family too?
Thinking this, Qin Tian felt sweet inside.
"Master, I will always wear it close to ."
"That’s good."
The disciple acceptance ceremony was completed, and that day, Gu Jia Ning and Sheng Zexi had a al at the Qin Family before leaving.
As for Qin Tian’s family, on the third day after the disciple acceptance, they left the Qin Family Village and took a train to Beijing.
This ti, Gu Jia Ning didn’t go to see them off, as it was agreed beforehand.
Qin Tian sat on the train, holding the amulet close to him, wondering how long it would be before he saw his master again...
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Sheng Zexi was not in Beijing, but over there, Hua Zhenrong occasionally passed information to him.
Passing information, in fact, was more like gossiping.
For instance, this ti, Hua Zhenrong mysteriously said over the phone to Sheng Zexi—
"Hey, Ze Xi, did you know, recently your stepmother has been searching for doctors?"
Sheng Zexi frowned, searching for doctors? Could it be an illness? Or...
"Is that old man sick?" Sheng Zexi asked.
"No, it’s your stepmother who wants to have more children!"
Sheng Zexi pursed his lips and remained silent.
He quickly understood the reason.
The real Sheng Zerui was dead, and the fake one was gone too.
His stepmother had always wanted Sheng Zerui to compete with him for the inheritance of the Sheng Family.
She wanted the old man to give everything in the Sheng Family to Sheng Zerui.
Now that she doesn’t even have a child, she must be anxious.
So she wants to have another child to inherit everything from the old man.
"You don’t have to tell about these things in the future, I’m not interested."
Sheng Zexi was not interested in his stepmother or the old man’s affairs.
"Alright, alright, since you’re not interested, I won’t say anymore."
Then, Hua Zhenrong started talking about other matters.
In Beijing, the Sheng Family house was constantly filled with the sll of traditional Chinese dicine lately.
Sheng Xinhao’s face darkened at the scent of that dicine.
Recently, Fang Wanrong seed to have gone crazy, completely different from before.
Lately, Fang Wanrong frequently looked for various doctors to treat her body because she wanted to have another child.
In fact, Sheng Xinhao was in favor of having another child too.
However, Fang Wanrong’s body had previously been declared unable to bear children by doctors.
Even if treated, the chances were minimal.
So, after having Sheng Zerui, when the latter turned 10, they didn’t have any more children.
Now that Sheng Zerui is gone, Fang Wanrong’s desire to have another child reached an extre level.
If Fang Wanrong could conceive, it would be fine.
The problem is that no matter how much dicine she takes now, she still can’t get pregnant, and those doctors are helpless too.
Yet, Fang Wanrong was like a fanatic.
She firmly believed that drinking more dicine and having more sex would enable her to get pregnant again.
Every ti Fang Wanrong concocted traditional dicine, that night, she would want to be intimate with Sheng Xinhao.
Sheng Xinhao was tired of it.
After all, reaching middle age, his stamina was not that good, nor was his energy.
Moreover, his body, his hand, wasn’t in great shape, occasionally having issues.
Having to handle so many things during the day and still needing to deal with Fang Wanrong’s desires at night.
If it was only occasionally, once or twice, Sheng Xinhao could tolerate it, but now...
Fang Wanrong brewed dicine every few days, and on the nights she did...
Sheng Xinhao felt that if she continued this, his life would be shortened by several years.
Recently, he had dark circles under his eyes, looking like he was drained of all energy.
Slling the dicine in the air, Sheng Xinhao thought it over and decided to return to the military district.
Thus, when Fang Wanrong woke up from a nap, she found Sheng Xinhao was not ho, he had gone back to the military district, and would be working overti tonight and not coming ho.
Fang Wanrong’s face turned black instantly.
"Madam, your dicine..."
When the maid brought the dicine to her, Fang Wanrong imdiately flung her hand, spilling the dicine on the floor.
The maid was startled and even got burned on the hand.
"Get out, get out."
The maid quickly withdrew.
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