My Wife Is A Miracle Chapter 44 - 44 She Wants to Read a Book

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 dical skills, she adored it. In her previous life, she had been a dependable internal dicine doctor. Her ntor once said that she had a good temperant, could tolerate loneliness and was steady. In operations, she was decisive and resolute — if sothing needed sewing up, she sewed it; if sothing needed cutting, she cut it. It was just a pity that she wasn’t born into a dical family, as her achievents could have been even greater.

So back then, she served as a small internal dicine doctor in that hospital, not particularly outstanding. Maybe after a few more decades of hard work, she could have beco a director or sothing. Unfortunately, she didn’t live long enough.

Now, her interactions with these herbs brought her imnse joy.

Every day, just slling 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 sothing,” 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? Rember 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 excitent swept through her heart. As soone who had studied dicine before, especially Western dicine, she found traditional Chinese dicine 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 ridians, 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 morize from the age of three. Over ti, these would beco instinctive, like certain mories 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 so ti. 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 so affairs to attend to, like processing the recently collected herbs, which left no ti to accompany her.

Tang Yuxin ran excitedly into the study and picked out a book.