Reborn Daughter Bad

Chapter 90
The magic of fate is shocking.If it wasn't for "Herbal Records", Huo Tianxin would not have been exposed to medical skills, and even if he was reborn, he would not be able to save his brother's life, let alone have such an opportunity to open the door to formal medical study.

Huo Tianxin was indescribably excited, and saluted in a proper manner, and said crisply: "It turns out that fate is rare. Since God has given Xin'er such a fate, Xin'er is willing to learn medicine. benefit one side."

On her face, there was still the childishness that a child of this period should have, but the light emanating from her eyebrows and eyes was so bright that it could almost cover up everything.

The old lady never knew that her little granddaughter had such a side, so she couldn't help being a little startled.

The little girl in my memory has grown into a graceful figure unconsciously, she is no longer the timid child who never spoke up when encountering things, but she has more responsibilities than she could have imagined.

Perhaps, the decision made by a child of this age is just a thought, and it cannot last long.But change is always a process.

Why had she never noticed the process?Did he ignore her for too long, or was he really old and lost his ability to observe the past?

Compared to the old lady's silence, Fang Qiang was very excited, and clapped his hands and said, "Okay, my brother really saw the right person. If that's the case, Xin'er, come with me."

Huo Tianxin looked at the old lady, and saw that the old lady was looking straight at the corner with a complicated expression on her face, so he knew what she was thinking, and called softly: "Grandmother."

The old lady came back to her senses and smiled at her, "Grandmother will just sit in this yard for a while, you and Fang Bo go in. Since he wants to pass on the family medical skills to you, it's not good for me to be there."

Huo Tianxin nodded, brought a wooden chair from the wall, helped the old lady sit down, and then followed Fang Qiang into the room.

But Fang Qiang praised her for being so considerate and considerate.

The private houses built of blue bricks are much brighter than the adobe houses in the countryside, but they are much worse than the spacious and bright houses of the General's Mansion.

It was the first time for Huo Tianxin to enter such a house, so she was inevitably curious, looked around subconsciously, and immediately reflected that such behavior was too rude, and quickly stood with downcast eyes, looking at his nose, nose and heart, and remained silent.

Fang Qiang was from the army, so he didn't pay much attention to it. He pointed to a chair and said to her, "Xin'er, you sit in this living room first, and I'll get something. If you're bored, you can also walk around. Take a look. Don't worry, Fang Bo doesn't have so many rules here, so don't be restrained."

"En." Huo Tianxin nodded, and with the approval of the other party, she raised her head and looked carefully at the furnishings in the room.

The living room is really not big, only about ten feet long and vertical. There is only a wooden table and two benches in the room. There is a small table under the window. On it is a copper kettle and cups for boiling water. Rag, very simple and clean.

Huo Tian thought for a while, picked up the cup and poured out a glass of water, put it by the old lady's hand, and then poured it back into the house again.It happened that Fang Qiang came out with a box in his arms. Seeing her enter the door, he said casually, "Why did you go out again?"

Huo Tianxin smiled, "Returning to Uncle Fang, Xin'er saw that grandma was lonely, so she went out and said a few words with grandma."

But she didn't say anything about pouring water. This should have been done by the master. If she said it after doing it, wouldn't she be accusing Fang Qiang of not treating guests well?

Fang Qiang didn't care, and put down the wooden box in his hand on the table, only to hear a "bang", the box fell on the table a bit dull, and the things inside were not light.

Huo Tian wanted to step forward to help, but he waved his hand, carefully swept away the floating dust on the box, took out a copper key from his waist, inserted it into the copper lock and turned it a few times, only to hear "click" With a sound, the copper lock was opened, and Fang Qiang slowly opened the wooden box full of solemnity.

The two-foot-square box is full of various books, and there is a deerskin package next to it, which looks like a silver needle bag, but it is much larger than ordinary silver needle bags.

"These are all medical books handed down by the ancestors of our Fang family. Every head of the family must draft a new medical book to record the difficult and miscellaneous diseases he has encountered and his understanding of medical skills. Together with my brother's " There are already eleven volumes of Baicaolu."

Fang Qiang went to the medical book with a yellow cover on the top, and suddenly felt a little sentimental. He flipped through a few pages and said, "This medical book was written by my father. , leaving a large blank space.”

Huo Tianxin felt sad when he heard it, and said softly: "Uncle Fang, please express my condolences. If Xin'er has the ability, I will definitely fill up this medical book in the future to make up for your regrets."

Fang Qiang shook his head: "No need, every doctor has his or her own views on medical skills, and putting them together is not beautiful. Xin'er, since you have chosen to inherit our Fang family's medical skills, then our Fang family's rules, It must continue.”

Huo Tianxin nodded, and promised: "Xin'er promised Uncle Fang that if Xin'er has any experience in medical skills, or encounters any difficult and miscellaneous diseases, it will be recorded in the book and passed on."

"En." Fang Qiang gently stroked the medical book in his hand, with a nostalgic expression like a child leaning against his parents and unwilling to leave.After a long time, he reluctantly put down the medical book, picked up the deerskin package next to it, and slowly unfolded it.

To Huo Tianxin's surprise, there were not only common silver needles in the deerskin package, but also some sharp weapons that looked like knives but not knives, as well as uniquely shaped instruments.

Can't help feeling surprised: "Uncle Fang, what are these?"

"These are things designed by my brother, and they are used in conjunction with the new medical techniques he created." Fang Qiang smiled lightly, with deep nostalgia and pride in his eyes, "When I was still at home, my father once accepted a A special patient. The man had a large tumor on his leg, and he was bled several times with the usual medical method. Not only did it fail to cure, but it became more serious.

In a small place like ours, my Fang family is already the most profound Xinglin family. If even my father can't be cured, that person can only wait for death.

But in fact, although my father had encountered such a disease, there was no cure for it.If he wanted a complete cure, he had to cut enough to save his life, otherwise the tumor and abscess would fester, grow bigger and bigger, and eventually kill him. "

Huo Tianxin was startled, and asked subconsciously: "Then what happens later, is he willing to receive treatment for a broken foot?"

She really couldn't imagine what kind of pain an ordinary person would bear if he lost a leg.That's all for a wealthy family, if you have a rich family background, at worst, you can spend your whole life obsessing about the past, which is also a way.But if it is a poor family, losing a leg means losing the ability to make a living. What is the difference between losing one's way of life?

Fang Qiang shook his head and said with a wry smile: "He disagrees. After all, breaking a foot is not a trivial matter. If the recovery is not good, even a small life will be lost. If there is life left, he is a farmer, losing a leg, or even How can he accept that he can't even grow the land and can only rely on his family to survive."

"Then what happened afterwards?" Huo Tian couldn't bear it, and could vaguely understand the man's mood at that time.

Fang Qiang often sighed, and continued: "My father can't help it. Just when the man was desperate, my brother came out."

(End of this chapter)