Zeng Wenjuan took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and followed Chen Yitang's instructions, trying to calm her mind. Time passed by, and only her and her own breathing were left in the study. Finally, when her mind reached an unprecedented tranquility, she seemed to really feel the subtle air flow slowly flowing through her meridians.

She slowly opened her eyes and picked up the silver needle again. This time her hand was more stable, and the tip of the needle lightly touched the acupuncture point, as if there was an invisible force guiding her. As the silver needle went deeper, the "qi" in the dummy seemed to be mobilized, forming a weak vortex.

Chen Yitang watched silently from the side, with a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. He knew that his daughter had taken a crucial step, and in the future, she would have a broader world to explore and learn.

"Very good, Nannan, you have mastered the basic principles of sensing and guiding 'qi'. The next step is to continue to practice and accumulate experience. Remember, the way of Chinese medicine lies in the heart, in understanding, and even more in action." Chen Yintang said earnestly.

Zeng Wenjuan felt that she had understood the truth. She nodded and inserted a few more needles into the dummy. Each needle seemed more relaxed and precise than the previous one. She concentrated on feeling the interaction between the silver needle and the "qi", as if she was having a conversation with an ancient and mysterious friend.

As the silver needles were inserted into the acupuncture points of the dummy one by one, the weak vortices gradually gathered into a stronger airflow, which circulated back and forth in the meridians of the dummy, forming a vivid picture of life. Zeng Wenjuan's face showed a look of surprise and joy, and she realized that she had really done it, and could really sense and guide this magical power.

Chen Yitang watched from the side, feeling gratified and proud. He understood that this moment was not only a breakthrough in skills for Zeng Wenjuan, but also a spiritual awakening. She had begun to truly understand the essence of Chinese medicine, how to live in harmony with nature, and how to listen to the voice of life.

When Zeng Wenjuan finished inserting the last needle, she exhaled gently, as if expelling all the distracting thoughts in her heart. She turned around and looked at Chen Yitang, with a determined light in her eyes.

"Dad, I understand. Chinese medicine is not just about treating diseases, it's also about awe and respect for life. I will continue to work hard, keep learning, and strive to become a true master of Chinese medicine." Zeng Wenjuan's voice was full of determination and conviction.

Chen Yitang smiled and nodded. He believed that his daughter could do it. He gently patted Zeng Wenjuan on the shoulder and said, "Nannan, Chinese medicine is profound and extensive. You must remember that no matter what difficulties you encounter, don't give up. Chinese medicine is a subject that needs to be felt and understood with your heart. As long as you keep your original intention and persevere, you will be able to go further."

"Dad, I know. I will study hard and try to save more people. No matter what you do in this world, you will encounter many difficulties in the process of learning. If I give up studying medicine, I will give up more things in the future and end up accomplishing nothing. So I will challenge it." Zeng Wenjuan is no longer a teenage girl. She has a deeper understanding of life and some things.

"Hahaha...good boy, with your understanding, you will succeed in everything you do. If you had started learning when you were a child, your achievements now would be unmatched." Chen Yintang's eyes became red again when he thought of Zeng Wenjuan's lost years.

"Dad, things are uncertain. The situation is turbulent now. If I had learned earlier, I would have to suffer in the countryside now, and I might not even have a grandson as cute as Goudan." Zeng Wenjuan also knew that Chen Yitang remembered her kidnapping, so she comforted him.

"You're right. Everything is just right." Chen Yitang thought about it and realized that he was almost sent to the village for labor reform after having been on the battlefield. If he hadn't been looking for Nannan at that time, and Zeng Yike hadn't come forward to guarantee him, and he had switched to studying Western medicine, he might have been...

Goudan was standing nearby and saw Chen Yitang and Zeng Wenjuan finished talking. He then took Chen Yitang's hand and said, "Grandpa, let's go out and finish evaluating the building blocks! We are almost there."

"Okay, okay, I'll go out with you and put the blocks together." Chen Yitang said with a smile on his face. He also said to Zeng Wenjuan, "Just stay in the room and study without distraction. I'll call you when it's time for lunch."

"Okay." Zeng Wenjuan watched them go out and closed the door, then took the book and began to insert needles into the acupuncture points one by one. Her techniques became smoother and smoother.

Even when it was time for lunch, Zeng Wenjuan still felt unsatisfied.

"Dad, I feel that this dummy can't quite bring out the effect of a real person. Is there something better that we can use to practice?" Zeng Wenjuan looked at Chen Yitang and asked.

“The most important thing in studying medicine is not to rush. You should memorize some common sense first. If you have memorized it, you should be able to answer the questions even in your dreams. I also have a pair of case studies in my study. You can also look them up and study.” Chen Yintang knew Zeng Wenjuan’s learning ability, but if you learn things too quickly, it is easy to make big mistakes. You still have to learn slowly.

Just like stewing pig's trotters, only by slow-cooking over low heat, reducing the sauce over high heat, and then stir-frying them at the end can you make the most delicious and fragrant pig's trotters.

Zeng Wenjuan also felt that her learning progress was too fast, and she also felt that it would be better if she could calm down a bit and learn more knowledge and Chinese medicine.

"Well, it's been so long and I still haven't replied to Hongtiao and the others! They must be worried about me now. I have time in the afternoon so I can write her a letter." Zeng Wenjuan said as she picked up a piece of vegetables with chopsticks.

"Then let's go to the town together this afternoon to buy some things, and then send some specialties from Jiang Province back for them to try. The village chief's family is also nice." Chen Yintang said with a smile.

Zeng Wenjuan thought so too, so she nodded and agreed.

Zhao Hongtiao, who lived in Shuitou Village, Shuitou Town, had been waiting for Zeng Wenjuan's letter after the autumn harvest, but there was no news. She was afraid that Zeng Wenjuan had been deceived, and that the man was not her biological father, but a kidnapper. But someone in their village had been doing business with Bai Shanxiang, so they thought it was impossible.

"Sister, don't think too much. Maybe Sister Wenjuan was delayed by something! Didn't she go to the army? We can ask the village chief for the address and send her a letter first!" Zhao Honghua said after looking at her sister and sighing again.