In the first three days after sending out the submission, Mu Huaixi dreamed about whether his article could be published.
She is a little worried about gains and losses.
In her opinion, there was little hope. After all, what she summarized and shared was the six-channel differentiation and common methods for pediatric convulsions, which was nothing special.
But because of the old professor's recommendation, she felt that there seemed to be some possibility. Previously, she also thought that the medical books left by her grandfather should be well preserved and passed down from generation to generation. But after realizing that only her five senses could interpret the medical books, she felt that it was a waste to keep these understandings and inheritances only in her own family.
The stone tablet of medical prescriptions left by the Taoist doctor, whose name is still unknown, shocked her deeply and made her determined to learn more and share more, so that the true Chinese medicine can be passed down.
Mu Huaixi's abnormality was noticed by Ying's grandparents. After discussion, they called the regiment headquarters. After repeated communication, they agreed to let Ying Mingcheng call back in the evening.
"Xiao Xi, come back early in the evening. Mingcheng said he would call home," grandma told her after she finished her lunch break. Seeing her laugh involuntarily, she felt that all her previous efforts were worth it.
Mu Huaixi had been waiting for Ying Mingcheng's call all afternoon. After class, he hurried home. When he entered the house and saw his grandmother holding the phone receiver, he couldn't help but curl his lips.
Grandma hung up the phone and said, "The tailor said your skirt is ready. Okay, wait here. I'll go to the kitchen to check."
Mu Huaixi sat opposite the phone and took out the medical book he borrowed from the library, but he couldn't concentrate on reading it.
Aunt Da Chu brought her some fresh plums. Seeing her glance at the phone from time to time, she couldn't help but smirk and whispered to Aunt Xiao Luo, "Xiao Xi and Ming Cheng have such a good relationship."
"The Ying family is full of romantic people, you just realized it," Aunt Xiao Luo, who was wiping the mahogany screen, also answered with a smile. They watched Ying Mingcheng grow up, so naturally they hoped that someone would love and care about him.
Mu Huaixi couldn't turn the page of the book in her hand for a long time. She put the book down with a sigh, picked up a plum and chatted with Aunt Da Chu, "Xiao Huihui, have you been looking for me at noon these days?"
Ying Wuhui was weaned five days ago, starting with his lunch meal. At first, he happily drank from the bottle, but after three days, he realized something was wrong. Every day at noon, he would cry at the top of his lungs for a long time before he was willing to drink milk powder.
Aunt Da Chu couldn't help laughing when she mentioned this little guy. "Xiao Hui is really capable. He cries even when he's crying, but he still has to look at people's expressions. When he sees that no one is looking at him, he cries softer. But as long as you take two steps towards him, his voice will be louder again."
"Smart kid, much cleverer than Ying Mingcheng when he was a child." Auntie Xiao Luo also came over, and the two of them took turns praising the little kid, who was not even one year old, to the sky.
Little Ying Wuhui is indeed very smart. He seems to be born with the ability to read people's expressions, or to be sensitive to emotions. He can tease people and gain some small "benefits" for himself according to the atmosphere. For example, he knows that his grandparents love him more than him, so he will be more indulgent in front of them and his aunt.
But Ying Wuhui is a conservative boy with a strong sense of time. His sleeping and feeding times are almost the same every day. He goes to the park in the morning, goes to the street to watch cars or goes fishing with his grandfather in the afternoon. He arranges his time very clearly.
He seems to have his own world, old-fashioned and quirky, making everyone in the family love him very much.
Mu Huaixi also found it funny. She hid outside the door and watched him on the first day of weaning. She felt a little sad when she saw him sucking on the pacifier and eating it. She didn't expect him to be so funny.
The impact of weaning at noon is that Xiao Huihui becomes more attached to her at night. As soon as he sees her, he opens his arms towards her and snuggles into her arms before she holds him firmly. Mu Huaixi is coaxed into submission in no time.
Mu Huaixi felt soft inside when she thought of her son and wanted to pinch his cheeks, but at this moment Ying Wuhui should have been carried by the old man to watch a chess game. The yard was quiet. Aunt Da Chu also went to the kitchen to help, and Aunt Xiao Luo went to the side room to wipe the wardrobe.
The main hall was also very quiet, with only the sunlight slanting in through the window lattice, trembling slightly at the sudden ringing of the phone.
Mu Huaixi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, her hands were shaking, and she had to use both hands to barely pick up the receiver.
"Hello......"
She heard her voice tremble, and the other person paused, becoming a little cautious, "Xiao Xi?"
"Yeah," Mu Huaixi responded, blinked, and held back the heat that came out of his eyes.
"Xiao Xi..."
The voice on the other end of the phone was extremely magnetic. Mu Huaixi's ears turned red from his unspoken longing, and the grievance in her heart also swelled into thick longing.
"Why didn't you call me for so long?" Mu Huaixi said angrily, still feeling a little aggrieved, but more of it was longing and worry.
"I called a few, but I missed you all," Ying Mingcheng explained, and quickly apologized, "Sorry, how have you been lately?"
"Yeah," Mu Huaixi said, letting go of her emotions and began to tell him about what she encountered at school and at home. "The professor asked me to submit an article, and I submitted it, but there seems to be no response."
"Don't be anxious, wait a little longer, I think there will definitely be a good result," Ying Mingcheng coaxed her as he did in the past, just like when they used to talk by the head of the bed every late night.
Mu Huaixi's restless heart inexplicably calmed down a little, "I think too much."
In fact, she knew that it would take some time to send the letter, and the magazine review would definitely take time, but she couldn't help but look forward to it and couldn't wait to hear the result immediately.
Ying Mingcheng knew that her expectations were not just for the first publication. "Take your time. Even if it doesn't work this time, there's always next time. There will always be a way to spread the medical records left by grandpa."
Yes, she wanted to share the medical records in her family medical books and the medical prescriptions left by Taoist doctors, but she had no reputation yet. Even if she handed over the original copy of "Golden Chamber", it would not cause much splash.
Besides, how many people can be like her, who can use her five senses to accept the personal teachings of the phantom and understand the true meaning of those difficult medical texts?
And she did not simply copy medical records. Times are changing, climate and environment are changing, and the medicinal properties of medicines grown in nature will naturally change.
The medical cases she shared included both ancient and modern ones, as well as her own thoughts.
Previously, she wanted to wait until she had gained some fame in the field of traditional Chinese medicine before starting to do these things, but the envelope given to her by the professor gave her the idea to start these things faster.
"If it doesn't work this time, you won't submit your paper?" Ying Mingcheng asked back with a smile. Although it was a question, he already knew the answer.
"No, I will continue to invest." Mu Huaixi's answer was firm, and she would be more attentive.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
