My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s Chapter 844

Chapter 844: Chapter 828: What on earth did she do to deserve this?

Chapter 844: Chapter 828: What on earth did she do to deserve this?

However, they are still quite young, and it may not be until next year that schools will accept them.

Sure, they are young, but their youth doesn’t an they can only naively play with mud.

Both children are precocious and have undergone early education.

Perhaps they’ve inherited their mother’s remarkable intellect, which is why they learn characters so quickly and have excellent mories.

Gu Xiaobai was raised by his mother from a young age, who is determined to cultivate him into a dical prodigy, furthering the Chen Family’s dical skills and carrying on his master’s legacy.

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Of course, Xiaobai himself possesses an astonishing talent for it, being around his mother every day, absorbing everything, he could recite the nas of dications even before he learned to write.

Other children recite verses like “The white sun sets behind the mountains; the Yellow River flows into the sea,” or “Before my bed, the moon is shining bright; I suspect it is frost on the ground.”

Since young, Xiaobai has been reciting dical texts, nas of herbs, and points on the human body.

Tang Yuxin, as a mother, is so eager that she almost wants to force Xiaobai’s growth into another dical genius.

But there’s no helping it; her dical skills aren’t sothing just anyone can learn.

It has to start in childhood, not only with a solid foundation in traditional Chinese dicine but most importantly with hands capable of integrating acupuncture.

She doesn’t want to wait until she’s old and can no longer wield a scalpel, letting her excellent dical skills die with her.

That’s why it’s essential to find a successor early on, and Xiaobai is the perfect candidate.

Her dical skills will not be buried and lost to ti.

It’s just a pity that big brother doesn’t like this; he will follow his father in the future.

That’s the tradition of the Gu Family.

Without it, could it still be called the Gu Family?

So, not only will these two children grow, but at this ti, they have also chosen their future professions and determined the paths they will take.

Having made their decisions, they must continue on them.

Regardless of which path they take, there’s no room for them to back down in the end.

Even Tang Yuxin feels she might be worrying too much.

They’re still equivalent to two little infants, very small infants wobbling as they walk and eating with food on their faces.

Thinking about waiting for them to grow up, she once again feels an imnse responsibility and a long journey ahead.

For instance, Xiaobai is currently being raised at the Gu Family ho, and when he’s a bit older, he will return here to attend kindergarten, leaving only big brother at ho now.

But because there’s only big brother, everyone’s attention is focused on him, which lately has led to his increasingly wayward behavior and, of course, his temper becoming more and more problematic.

Tang Yuxin really wants to say sothing right now.

For the sake of the child, stay away from the grandfather.

Grandfathers are truly terrifying creatures.

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The two kids in her family, they just adore their grandfather, and quite early on, they’d learned to wield his authority.

Who could lay a finger on them?

If anyone dared, they’d better watch out for grandfather’s return, which would result in a scolding spree.

So now, even Tang Yuxin could only secretly, when no one was around, give them a couple of swipes.

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And it had to be done covertly.

Secretively.

In secret.

Stealthily.

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How could she, as their mother, end up so pitiful?

And now…

She listlessly propped up her forehead, truly feeling like her head was bigger than a waterlon.

There sat Xiaobai on the floor, throwing a fit, refusing to eat or drink, just making a fuss nonstop.

Tang Yuxin was holding back, and even if she didn’t want to, she had no choice.

If she couldn’t bear it any longer, she feared she might actually pick up the youngster and give him a good thumping, only to have Tang Zhinian return and get so mad his blood pressure would skyrocket.

She could wallop the kid; after all, no matter how much she punished him, he would still grow up healthy and strong.

But she couldn’t anger her father.

Though Tang Zhinian was still quite youthful-looking, thanks to recent years of good health care, his body was in better shape than many young people.

He liked to exercise, and of course, having a daughter who was a doctor and a top traditional Chinese dicine practitioner ensured there was no worry when it ca to health preservation.

There were several dicinal wines at ho ready to drink, each taken every day in small doses to strengthen the body.

At forty-eight, not quite fifty yet, he could pass for soone in his thirties if he spruced up a bit.

With jet-black hair absent of any graying, a well-proportioned figure, certainly no balding, and a face without wrinkles, who would imagine that this man had in his past life toiled in the most exhausting and dirty of jobs, living the hardest life, with his hair turned grey and back hunched at a young age?

Yet now, his career was flourishing, and he enjoyed having both a son and a daughter.

But no matter how youthful he appeared, it couldn’t stop the passage of ti, nor the aging process.

After all, as one gets older, the body’s organs aren’t as robust as during youth.

He had gone through a lot in his younger days, which ant more wear and tear on the body.

As age advances, those issues beco more pronounced, particularly the blood pressure, which now spikes whenever he gets angry.

And why does his blood pressure spike?

What else could be the reason?

The always-doting grandfather of his 24-hour-a-day beloved grandson, especially with Xiaobai, who was raised by his side, cherished from infancy to boyhood, like his own flesh and blood, too precious to be scolded or touched.

Fortunately, Xiaobai wasn’t a delicate child, accustod to the occasional bumps and scrapes.

But boys will be boys; Xiaobai was a bit more gentle, whereas Xiaobai’s nature was a mystery—well-behaved he could be, but his mischief sotis drove his mother to the brink.

Possibly his strength was a mutation?

Or perhaps it was Tang Yuxin who had given her son a rather sturdy physique.

The older he grew, the stronger he beca, and the older he got, the more he liked to fight with other kids.

It wasn’t infrequent for Tang Yuxin, as a mother, to swallow her pride and apologize to others on her son’s behalf.

For this son, she, a distinguished doctor, didn’t know how many tis she’d made apologies for his scuffles in these years.

Her twice-lived, old face had completely lost all credibility in just a year or two.

But she didn’t dare strike back.

Therefore, she could only discipline him clandestinely, a couple of tis, the boy’s temperant possibly taking after his father, Gu Ning.

He might weep when spanked, but he was never the type to tattle.

If he had been, his grandfather’s blood pressure might’ve beco an incessant issue.