"You’re really not going to tell anyone?"
"I won’t tell anyone, truly, don’t worry."
I won’t tell anyone, but I will write it down, record it in the dical journal, and let the disciples read it.
Well, considering Chun Ning is also learning dicine with now, if he sees this case... No matter, illnesses don’t fear doctors, he should understand more about these illnesses.
After the woman left, Nanny Wu sought the young mistress’s opinion, deciding to kill the chicken and stew it with mushrooms.
The household truly doesn’t lack eggs, and there’s no need to feed a chicken, plus it makes a ss everywhere and slls awful.
Chun Nuan then entered the study to write down the dical records and prescriptions.
This was a legacy passed down from the great-grandfather and grandfather.
After diagnosing, they would record special cases in the journal, and the records had to be clear and precise until the patient recovered.
The Xiao family’s dical skills were also passed down generation by generation like this; unfortunately, in the father’s generation, they stopped practicing dicine. Fortunately, the grandfather supported her learning.
When Chun Nuan stepped out of the house, she saw Xiao Muyang holding a bunch of mugwort, slling it, and even picked a leaf to put in his mouth.
"Little ancestor, you can’t eat that," Mrs. Xu hurriedly stopped him.
"Aunt, let him try; it’s fine. He’ll know if he can eat it once he’s tried it."
Fresh mugwort can indeed be eaten, but dried ones probably can’t be.
"Nuannuan, I think this kid has a bit of talent for dicine," Mrs. Xu said. "When I take him out to play, he always wants to pick those flowers and plants and insists on bringing them back, calling them dicine."
Mrs. Xu rummaged through his pouch, pulling out a bunch of different herbs.
When Chun Nuan looked, there were wire grass, hoof grass, plantain, sumr withered grass...
"Aunt, you know, they really are dicinal herbs." Chun Nuan was quite pleased with her little nephew’s enthusiasm. "Co, Muyang, join Auntie."
The little child stepped forward a few steps, holding Chun Nuan’s hand with his chubby little hand, turning to wave at Mrs. Xu: "Grandmother, see you later."
"This child, anyone can take him away." Mrs. Xu said with a laugh and tears: "We’re just under the sa roof, and you say ’see you later,’ why can’t grandmother go to the pharmacy with you?"
"Of course you can," Chun Nuan smiled. "Our Muyang is very polite. Aunt, you can co to the pharmacy too. I’ll first teach Muyang to recognize herbal dicines, see how much he can rember."
Unexpectedly, after teaching the child ten herbs, he waited the ti of an incense stick and tested him. He recited every single one flawlessly.
"Muyang, can you really rember this much?" Even Mrs. Xu was shocked. "Muyang, what are these?"
"Auntie said this is Radix Scrophulariae, this is Ephedra, Almond, Qianhu, Dried Tangerine Peel..."
Having given ten herbs, Chun Nuan only said them once, then mixed them up and rearranged them in front of him, and yet he recognized each one correctly.
"Then Auntie will tell you the efficacy of these herbs, let’s see how much you can rember."
Chun Nuan explained each one.
Then she asked Xiao Muyang again.
To her surprise, Xiao Muyang could fluently answer each one.
Word by word, clearly and distinctly.
At this mont, Chun Nuan’s nose was sore as she watched her nephew mouth the words: Grandfather, you see, the Xiao family has successors. Xiao Muyang will definitely inherit your legacy!
How can one describe it?
From those eyes, it’s clear Xiao Muyang is definitely a child with exceptional mory.
He surpasses Chun Ning.
If such a child had the opportunity to go to school and join officialdom... As she thought of the rule that within three generations of the Xiao family they couldn’t pursue science, Chun Nuan felt heartache.
She secretly vowed to work diligently and change this situation as soon as possible, hoping Xiao Muyang would catch up.
At this mont, she greatly admired her third aunt, Mrs. Huang, who always held on to her goals and ideals, never giving up.
"Our Muyang is truly a good child." Seeing her clever grandson, Mrs. Xu hugged him with tears in her eyes. "Muyang, since we can’t take the imperial exams or beco the top scholar, let’s follow Auntie and learn dicine. If we can’t be great advisors, we’ll be excellent healers."
Mrs. Xu’s words made Chun Nuan regard her in a new light.
Aunt does not lack vision or expectation, rather she better faces reality and adapts her mindset.
She knows Xiao Muyang has the potential for studying, but she also knows the current state of the Xiao family doesn’t allow the child to follow that path, so she lowered her expectations early on.
This is the magnanimity and generosity of the mistress of the house.
This aspect, the third aunt, Mrs. Huang, cannot compare.
In the heart of the third aunt, there is so resentnt towards the grandfather.
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