He ate up a box of braised pork and eggplant rice like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, then took out a fragrant pear from the space, rubbed it on his palm, and took a big bite with a "crunch".
The sweet and refreshing juice slides down the throat and into the stomach, just like being watered by spiritual spring water, making people feel alive.
In the dim and old thatched house, there was a corner lit by a candle. It was silent and filled with the lingering smell of rust and blood.
In the other corner, it was dark and lively, and the sound of little hamsters gnawing on their food could be heard constantly.
After eating and drinking his fill, Jiang Henian leaned against the wall, rubbed his stomach, and burped with satisfaction.
He rested for a long time before standing up, and then he slipped to the foot of the mountain behind the house as if he knew the way. He dug a small hole by clearing away the dry leaves, and destroyed the modern food packaging and residues from the day.
Walking back and passing by the tattered wooden door, she hesitated for a long time, but finally stepped in again...
The candle had burned halfway before I knew it, and the white wax was dripping onto the dusty ground.
A petite figure was squatting beside the kang, with her head lowered, her hands busy and muttering to herself.
A large pile of blood-soaked medical cotton had accumulated on the ground.
Jiang Henian's eyebrows were twisted into a knot, and he kept scratching his head in front of an old medical book that was thicker than a brick.
This book was a relic of her biological mother. She had put it into the space early in preparation for her escape.
Born into a medical family, Jiang Henian's mother loved immersing herself in herbal medicine and medical texts from a young age. She abandoned her dream of becoming a doctor at a young age and married Jiang Wenbin early to raise her daughter. Because her husband disliked the smell of traditional Chinese medicine pervading their home, she gradually gave up her greatest passion, only occasionally flipping through old medical texts while holding her daughter.
According to common sense, Jiang Henian should have been influenced by his surroundings and showed extraordinary talent in medical skills, understanding them at a glance and grasping them immediately.
Unfortunately, Jiang Henian has been a rebellious child since he was young, and he loves to tear up medical books and fold paper cranes for fun...
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