Gu An'an was a little flustered and almost stabbed the needle into the little boy's flesh.

The wound from the arrow wasn't very big to begin with, but fortunately, Gu An'an had done a lot of experiments, so the treatment was manageable.

Realizing that the child's recovery depended entirely on himself, she focused her attention and stopped thinking about that problem.

However, reconnecting the severed tendon was a skill in itself. When Gu An'an used golden silk thread to sew the tendon back together, her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

"alright."

Tian Bu'er took out a dagger and cut the golden silkworm thread, carefully putting the rest back into the bamboo tube.

"I never thought my precious child would be used here." It's only now that he's lost his temper; if it were ten years ago, he wouldn't care whether the child lived or died.

Tian Bu'er sighed, then looked up and found Gu An'an looking at him. He immediately hid the bamboo tube behind his back, saying, "It's gone, I can't give it to you."

He only has so much, he can't just give it away.

Gu An'an had no idea what was going on. "Doctor Tian, ​​are you from Medicine King Valley?"

When the words "Medicine King Valley" echoed in his ears, Tian Bu'er felt as if thousands of tiny insects were crawling on his scalp, making him extremely uncomfortable. "Who said that? How could Medicine King Valley possibly have a disciple as useless as me? Don't listen to people's nonsense."

Not from Medicine King Valley?

Perhaps it was obtained from somewhere else?

That's true.

The renowned physician of Medicine King Valley is famous throughout the world, so how could he be such a gluttonous, shaky country doctor?

"I was just asking casually." As long as they're not from Medicine King Valley, that's fine.

Gu An'an washed her hands, wiping away the blood, before taking Jiang Mingxu back.

The small courtyard fell silent for a moment.

Tian Bu'er looked at the little boy lying there and took out the bamboo tube from behind his back.

The bamboo tube bears the three large characters "Medicine King Valley" in flowing calligraphy. This bamboo is a specialty of the valley and can preserve the contents for ten years without rotting.

Come to think of it, it's been almost ten years since I left Medicine King Valley.

Tian Bu'er sighed, "You're lucky. I reckon your senior brother will arrive tomorrow, and then we'll have him take a look at you."

Just thinking about how that androgynous Marquis Xiaoyao had also received the news and was coming to harass his senior brother gave Tian Bu'er a headache.

What's wrong with this person? It's been over ten years, why can't he give up?

I hope my senior brother won't be so angry that he leaves. I've already found him a last disciple.

That kid Jiang Mingxu didn't deserve to be taught by his senior brother personally, otherwise he would have tarnished the reputation of their Medicine King Valley.

Jiang Mingxu, on whom high hopes were placed, was now pestering Gu An'an, "Mom, I want to learn how to sew clothes too."

That's amazing.

Once he learns to sew clothes, will he be able to sew stitches on people like his mother?

Unaware of the situation, Jiang Mingzhu accidentally bit her chopsticks upon hearing this, feeling a slight pain on the tip of her tongue. "With your temperament, it's no wonder you couldn't sit still?"

"I will definitely study hard, Mom, please teach me, I want to be as good as you, and when I grow up I will sew dolls for you to play with."

Gu An'an, who was drinking porridge, felt that the porridge in her mouth tasted somewhat bloody.

Kid, can you please not say anything shocking?

Do you want a rag doll or a real leather doll?

Please explain clearly.

“You can learn from Dr. Tian; he will teach you later.”

Jiang Mingxu shook his head, "The old man's hands are shaking, he can't teach me. Mother, you teach me."

As they were talking, Jiang Mingxu jumped off the chair, went around to Gu An'an's side, crawled under her arm, and hugged her affectionately, "Mom, aren't you the one who loves me the most? Will you teach me?"

Jiang Mingzhu sensed something was wrong. Was she misunderstanding the idea of ​​learning to sew clothes? Otherwise, why would she say she should learn from Dr. Tian next door?

He's a little old man who can sew clothes?

"Mingxu, don't disturb your mother's meal."

When his elder brother suddenly spoke, Jiang Mingxu's smile froze slightly, and his eyes looked at Gu An'an with a hint of grievance.

This kid is precocious despite his young age, and he's quite good at putting on airs.

"Then I'll teach you later, but you can't use it for bad things."

The little boy was extremely excited. He stood on a chair to be as tall as Gu An'an, and kissed her on the cheek. "Doctors have the hearts of parents. I will treat patients and save lives well, and I won't let my mother down."

A child who is not even six years old told me something about the heart of a doctor being like a parent.

Gu An'an couldn't help but laugh, and picked the person up, saying, "Let's go eat."

Jiang Mingxu returned home excitedly. Although he could only drink porridge and not eat snacks, he felt sweeter today than if he had eaten any snacks at all.

After dinner, Jiang Mingxu pestered Gu An'an, taking her needle and thread and asking her to teach him.

Jiang Mingzhu couldn't stand it anymore. "Mingxu, why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? Let me teach you."

Jiang Mingxu refused righteously and firmly, "Sister, your hands are unsteady. I want to learn from Mother."

Jiang Mingzhu: "..." Was she being rejected?

This brat is not cute at all.

She went to play with Bao'er.

Gu An'an shook her head as she looked at Jiang Mingxu, who was oblivious to the fact that he had offended someone, and took out a piece of paper. "See the black spots on this?"

The little boy nodded repeatedly, "Mom, did you throw it up there?"

How can it be swung so neatly when it's thrown up?

Gu An'an glanced at Jiang Mingzhu, who was sitting there playing with Bao'er in a nine-linked ring game, and said, "You can insert the needle into these black dots and make sure there are no other cracks on the paper. Go practice."

"Isn't this simple?" Jiang Mingxu took a threaded needle and poked it into the row of black dots below. Instantly, cracks appeared around the black dots.

The little boy was horrified. "How could this be?"

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