So worried for half a month, sleep well, can't lie down, finally, he is also gradually put down the heart.

And Tang Yuxin finally has his own private space.

In her hand, she took the book from Chen Zhong, and then she took a notebook and drew the key contents of the book. She was a medical student and knew how important the knowledge was. Moreover, Chen Zhong's books were all solitary copies, and she didn't know where to get them. Maybe they were handed down from his own ancestors.

However, these books will not last long.

When she was five years old, that is, next year, there was a big flood in the whole Litang village, almost all of which washed away the whole village. Let alone the books, even the roof was almost gone. Those books became the dust in the flood. As for what happened to Chen Zhong, she didn't deliberately inquire, but I heard that, At that time, Litang village suffered heavy losses. Almost the whole village was destroyed. It was the money given by the government that rebuilt the village. After several years of renovation, the village finally got better day by day.

Those years were really the most difficult years in the whole village.

Tang Yuxin can't hide all the books. She's still young and can't stand any doubt. She's afraid that her life is not happiness, but a monster.

Therefore, every step she takes now is almost like walking on thin ice, and she dares not have the slightest flash, and now the countryside is in awe of ghosts and gods, and she dares not express anything too clearly.

So we can only use this method to take these books from Chen Zhong's collection, and then copy them. That is to say, she shook her little arm and hand. In more than a year, she didn't know how much she could copy. She only copied some orphans. If she could find them, she didn't have to copy them any more.

"How do you write it?" With a slap, Tang Yuxin got it on the back of his hand. She quickly retracted her small claws, eyes and mouth, and then looked at an old man Ding who was drawn on the paper when she was on a whim.

An old man, Ding, owes me two marbles. I said three days and he said four days. I'll go to his house for a circle. Three leeks thirty-three cents, a piece of tofu sixty-six cents, a string of ice sugar gourd seventy-seven cents, Lao Tzu is old man Ding.

This is the favorite play of rural children. She just felt funny, but she didn't think much about it, so she drew it for others, and then she was beaten.

She is still a baby. How can she abuse a baby so much.

Chen Zhong is very strict in some aspects, especially in the field of medicine, but he can't afford to let go of the water. In the past, if Tang Yuxin recited a wrong medicine name, he would be beaten. Chen Zhong said, don't underestimate a medicine name, because it's probably because of this mistake, you can kill people. If you recite a wrong medicine name, you can recite it again, If we treat the dead, how can we give them their lives?

Tang Yuxin knows this very well, so she always remembers it very clearly, and recites mistakes only because she is a child. How can a child not recite mistakes? She just wants to make herself normal.

"Write well for me," Chen Zhong slapped the table again. His face was longer than the horse's, while Tang Yuxin was tearful with a brush. j

Yes, writing brush, said Chen Zhong. How can a good doctor not have good handwriting.

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