80 military doctor's little wife

Tang Yuxin is still young. She is only 12 years old. Who knows where her future lies?

Chen Zhong's illness lasted another two months. He left on a snowy day.

When Tang Yuxin finally learned Chen's unique needling technique, in fact, Chen Zhong's eyes had little vitality.

He has been waiting until now, born until Tang Yu's heart grows up to 12 years old, no one knows what he has experienced in recent years and what he has endured.

In fact, for today's Chen Zhong, it's better to leave quietly than to live in such an old age. The snow outside covers the cold of the whole mountain. This is really a suitable day for long sleep.

Chen Zhong seems to have fallen asleep. He still breathed yesterday, but today he has nothing left.

Just like in his last life, Chen Zhong's last affairs were all taken care of by the village. In recent years, people in the village have been taken care of by Chen Zhong all the time. Who has a family who has a headache or a minor illness or pain? They didn't come to find Chen Zhong, and Chen Zhong never takes any money to treat them. Everyone in every family remembers this kindness.

When Chen Zhong was buried, almost all the people in the village gave him hemp and filial piety.

Although he has no children in his life, so many people give him away. There is also Tang Yuxin, who calls Chen Zhong her grandfather. Then Chen Zhong will be her own grandfather.

The annual Qingming Festival also has Zhongyuan, and his share of paper money is always indispensable.

This year, Tang Yuxin was 13 years old. Chen Zhong didn't live through this year. Compared with his previous life, Chen Zhong lived five more years. She knew that Chen Zhong's five years were all because of her.

She took all the medicinal materials from Chen Zhong to her home, and she would never come to her for treatment. Although she always followed Chen Zhong, she was young after all. Even if she said she was good at medicine, she would not believe it. Of course, she would not boast about it.

After a short time, a stranger, a Western doctor, came to the village. He rented a human house in the middle of the village and cured the village there.

He is not like Chen Zhong. Sometimes a piece of herbal medicine can cure people. Western medicine is prescribed for them. Otherwise, they hang a hanging bottle. Within a few years, everyone has forgotten how Chen Zhong treated people in the village.

Now they would rather stick an injection on the back of their hand than drink the herbal water boiled with herbal medicine. The business of the infirmary in the village is very good, especially when it comes to winter or changing seasons, even an injection needs to be queued up.

It seems that the clinic, at most, is just hanging a bottle and giving muscle injections, but its business has always been very good.

However, all of these have nothing to do with Tang Yuxin and his family. If the Tang family gets sick, they are all treated by Tang Yuxin. Tang Yuxin was a western medicine in his last life. Naturally, he knows that infusion is not a good thing, especially for young children.

And some diseases, in fact, just need a few herbs to pass, but it's rare. The people in the village believe in the health center, so long as there is a person who loves the brain, they go there.

Is more money, or afraid to die.

Tang Yuxin doesn't know that she is still living her own life. Chen Zhong is gone, but her medical skills have never been left behind. She often goes to the mountain to pick some herbs, and her favorite is some medicinal wine and medicinal food.

This is another interesting thing she found in the books Chen Zhong left behind.

If medicated food is well prepared, it's better than taking medicine.

So sometimes people will say that food tonic is always more important than medicine tonic. Every day, she does these and those things at home. Even Sisi likes to squat beside her and hold up her face with her little hands. She looks like a little lady, which is totally different from such a big child in the village.

She is very good, also long and pretty, is a lovely child.

And the meat is also raised back, who can not say is a good-looking child.

It's Tang Yuxin herself. She took Sisi's little hand and put it with her.

"Sisi, do you think my sister is black?"

"En, Hei," said Sisi, an honest child, grabbing her sister's finger with her little white hand. "If she doesn't bask in the sun, she will be white."

Tang Yuxin sighed and rubbed his little head. Silly child, she is born black. It doesn't mean she can come back white without sun exposure. Even if she covers her own skin, she can go white without seeing it.

Therefore, her hope of becoming white may be shattered.

"Think..."

Zhang vanilla came over and called her daughter's name.

"Mom," Sisi stood up and hugged vanilla's leg.

"I'm seven years old, and I'm going to grow up."

Zhang vanilla squatted down and pulled the two pigtails on his head. After several years, he finally looked like a normal child. Thanks to the fact that the Tang family had never broken the meat, otherwise, the body that Sisi had lost before could not be repaired so quickly.

"My family Sisi grows up again, and she is also my baby daughter," a big hand stretched out, and then picked up Sisi's small body, "go, Sisi, dad takes you to see the fish, dad and uncle catch a big fish, and make fish soup for Sisi, OK?"

"OK," Sisi clapped her little hand happily. She wanted to see the fish, she wanted to see the big fish, and she also wanted to drink fish soup.

"Fish soup for Dad, dad worked hard."

Listen, this little mouth is sweet. I don't know who I learned it from? It's just like eating honey.

"My family is so filial," Tang Zhijun said. He really loved his daughter. He looked like a kitten at that time. At night, Tang Zhijun held her warm in his arms because he was afraid that she was cold. At that time, he was like a kitten. He was so small that he almost broke it when he pinched it. In other words, he survived a cold winter, And in Sisi's heart, Tang Zhijun is her father, her own father.

When Zhang Xiangcao saw Tang Zhinian go out to drink fish soup with his thoughts in his arms, he just stood aside. Some of them were eager to talk but could not speak. Maybe there were a lot of words and things to ask, but in the end, it was just this kind of expression, this kind of silence.

"Second aunt, do you have anything to say?" Tang Yuxin asked Zhang vanilla while sorting out the herbs.

What's the matter with such suffering?

Zhang vanilla hesitated for a moment, then came over and sat down in front of Tang Yuxin.

"How many percent of your grandfather Chen's medical skills have you learned?"