She placed the small bills in her hand, along with two yuan, on the table. Song Yueying sighed and said, "Qianqian, you've misunderstood. I don't take on apprentices."
“But if I say I’ll teach you how to treat external injuries, I definitely will.”
"I'm only letting you sell herbal soup at the door today. Tomorrow I'll prepare some herbs to treat and prevent heatstroke and give them to the brigade leader to have someone brew them."
“Starting tomorrow, you will learn about herbs with me.”
She didn't care about the few coins she earned from selling herbal soup. Today, she was selling the soup for 50 cents a bowl as punishment for the villagers who came to her house to watch the spectacle.
Is Song Yueying's drama really that interesting? Of course, Wang Qianqian doesn't need to know these things.
"Dr. Song... Dr. Song, you... are you still willing to teach me medicine?" Wang Qianqian asked in disbelief.
“Of course, I said I would teach you.” Song Yueying picked up the two yuan on the table and handed it to her. “These two yuan are your hard-earned money for selling the medicinal soup today.”
"I will give the rest of the money to my mother; she is the one who cooked the herbal medicine."
"Ah!" Wang Qianqian was stunned.
Seeing Wang Qianqian standing there dumbfounded, Song Yueying grew a little impatient and put the two yuan back on the table. She sat back down, picked up the soup Qi Yanjue had brought, and began to drink it slowly.
Wang Qianqian stood there hesitantly, feeling a bit confused and at a loss. She sensed that Dr. Song was angry, and that she was the one who had upset Dr. Song.
After finishing half a bowl of soup, Song Yueying didn't want to drink anymore, so she put down the bowl.
Without glancing at Wang Qianqian, he rested his chin on one hand. With the other hand, his fingers lightly tapped the two yuan note. "Qianqian, I'm not a very patient person."
"I don't like repeating the same thing over and over, and I especially dislike people who don't listen to me."
After saying that, Song Yueying looked up at Wang Qianqian, "Think it over carefully. If you can do what I ask, take these two yuan and go back. Come back tomorrow. If not..."
"I can definitely do it." Before Song Yueying could finish speaking, Wang Qianqian interrupted her impatiently.
He walked over, quickly picked up the two dollars from the table, and then stepped back.
"Does she have to be in such a hurry?" Song Yueying blinked, looking at Wang Qianqian with a complicated expression.
At this moment, Wang Qianqian realized what a stupid thing she had done. Holding the two yuan that she had practically stolen, she felt like she was holding a hot potato, not money.
I made a stupid mistake, and I'm so frustrated I could cry.
"I...I...I didn't..." She tried to defend herself, but the more anxious she became, the less she could explain herself. Wang Qianqian looked at Song Yueying with trepidation in her eyes.
Seeing that she was about to cry, Song Yueying, who had no habit of making things difficult for people, said calmly, "I believe you can do it, but don't interrupt me next time."
"Okay, okay," Wang Qianqian agreed repeatedly, secretly relieved.
Song Yueying said, "Alright, your little girl is still waiting for you outside. Go back with them quickly. Don't come too early tomorrow, or I won't be able to get up."
"Okay." Wang Qianqian turned and walked towards the door, wiping the sweat from her forehead as she went.
While Song Yueying and Wang Qianqian were talking, Qi Yanjue stood to the side, seemingly invisible. After she finished speaking, he lightly tapped the table with his long, slender fingers and gently reminded her, "Finish your soup."
"I don't want to drink anymore." Song Yueying glanced at him lazily. Qi Yanjue picked up the soup bowl without saying a word, tilted his head back and drank the rest of the soup.
At the entrance to the main room, Wang Qianqian stopped and turned around, just in time to see Qi Yanjue drinking soup.
Her pupils dilated in shock; she turned and ran away in a panic.
Inside the main room, Song Yueying glanced at Wang Qianqian's retreating figure and pouted, saying, "You scared her away."
"She's making a fuss over nothing. I don't believe her husband didn't eat her leftovers." Qi Yanjue said casually, but his pointed ears were burning.
Uh... she was speechless. Song Yueying glanced at Qi Yanjue, her expression indescribable.
"Do you still want to tidy up these herbs on the table?" Qi Yanjue changed the subject.
Song Yueying shook her head and said, "No, it's too dark. Lighting two kerosene lamps is pointless. Anyway, I'll teach Qianqian to identify herbs tomorrow, so I'll tidy up tomorrow."
As she spoke, Song Yueying stood up to get something to put the herbs on the table. Qi Yanjue reached out and pressed her shoulder, "I'll go get a winnowing basket to put them in."
If someone is willing to do it for her, Song Yueying will naturally not refuse.
Qi Yanjue brought a winnowing basket to collect the herbs on the table.
Song Yueying took a rag from under the square table and placed it on the table, instructing him, "After you're done packing the herbs, remember to wipe the table clean, then you don't need to sweep the floor."
"Okay," Qi Yanjue replied.
Picking up the empty bowl from the table, Song Yueying turned and walked out of the main room.
On the other side, Wang Aimin carried his daughter and walked side by side with Wang Qianqian towards home. As they walked, Wang Qianqian told him about the embarrassing incident she had caused in front of Song Yueying.
She explained where the two yuan in her hand came from and what Song Yueying had said. She also mentioned that Song Yueying had told her not to go too early the next day.
After listening to his wife's words, and glancing at the two yuan in her hand, Wang Aimin felt that it had been incredibly wise of him to persuade her that morning to study medicine with Song Yueying.
Stopping in his tracks and taking his wife's hand, Wang Aimin said earnestly, "Qianqian, judging from what you've said, it's clear that Dr. Song is a magnanimous person."
"If you learn medicine from her, as long as you listen to her, she won't let you suffer any losses."
"Yes." Wang Qianqian stopped and nodded heavily, promising, "I will definitely learn medicine from Dr. Song and become a village doctor like him in the future."
That's all she's good for, Wang Aimin was both amused and exasperated.
"Don't you believe what I'm saying?" Wang Qianqian felt somewhat disappointed when she didn't hear her husband's agreement.
“I believe what you say, I absolutely believe you.” Wang Aimin immediately replied, “Qianqian, even if no one else believes you, I will still believe you.”
Wang Qianqian then smiled, "Aimin, thank you."
"You're welcome." Wang Aimin looked at her with affection.
That said, let's set aside how much of Song Yueying's medical skills Xixi actually learned. Just the fact that Song Yueying earned six yuan and fifty cents from selling herbal medicine and gave two yuan to Xixi is enough to prove that Song Yueying wasn't a stingy person.
He knew his wife well; sometimes she was quick to misunderstand and easily offended people. She interrupted Song Yueying and snatched the money from the table…
Song Yueying wasn't angry, nor did she stop teaching her medicine because of it. She just reminded her not to interrupt her next time.
This is enough to demonstrate Song Yueying's noble character.
He felt at ease knowing that Sisi was with him.
Wang Qianqian looked at the two yuan in her hand and said with distress, "What should I do with these two yuan? I don't want them, but Dr. Song insists that I keep them."
“Since Dr. Song told you to take it, then take it,” Wang Aimin reassured her. “Didn’t you just say that Dr. Song said this money is for your trouble?”
"Yes, that's what Dr. Song said." Wang Qianqian nodded, suddenly understood, and put the money into her coat pocket.
Touching the wild peach inside, Wang Qianqian took it out and handed it to Wang Aimin, saying, "Here, have some."
"Where did these peaches come from?" Wang Aimin looked at the peaches in his wife's hand. They weren't very big, but they were juicy and plump. Half of them were red and the other half were green and white, and they looked delicious.
“Wild,” Wang Qianqian explained. “This afternoon, Dr. Song and Comrade Qi went to the mountains to pick wild peaches.”
"No wonder they're so small, they're wild peaches." Wang Aimin felt a little admiration for Song Yueying and Comrade Qi for being able to find wild peaches in the mountains at this time of year.
"Don't let the small size of the peach fool you, it tastes very sweet." After saying that, Wang Qianqian urged him, "Eat it quickly, I saved it especially for you."
"I'm not hungry, you eat it." Wang Aimin didn't take the peach, but just looking at it made his heart sweet. His wife had said that the peach was specially saved for him.
He was already very touched that his wife, who had food, thought of him and even saved some for him. At this time of year, it's truly not easy to get a piece of fruit.
He can endure hardship himself, but he doesn't want his wife to suffer with him. He currently lacks the power to change the situation.
"I told you I saved this especially for you, hurry up and eat." Wang Qianqian put on a stern face, not believing his claim that he wasn't hungry. How could he not be hungry after working in the fields all afternoon?
He said he wasn't hungry; he just wanted to give him the wild peaches.
Seeing that his wife was about to get upset, Wang Aimin sighed softly. He took the peach from her hand, took a bite, chewed it, and swallowed. "Mmm, very sweet."
Watching him eat the peach, Wang Qianqian smiled and said as she walked, "It's very sweet, isn't it? I was also surprised when I ate it. This wild peach is not only sweet, but also very juicy."
"I wonder where in the mountains Dr. Song and Comrade Qi picked these wild peaches. They're so delicious."
"I guess Comrade Qi found the wild peach; he's obviously no ordinary person." Wang Aimin followed behind her, ate the peach in a few bites, and didn't throw away the pit.
“I also think he’s no ordinary person.” Wang Qianqian nodded in agreement. “He and Dr. Song look so well-matched standing together. I wonder what their relationship is.”
"Especially his awe-inspiring presence makes it impossible for anyone to ignore his existence."
"I almost couldn't look him in the eye."
"And him..."
She quickly stopped talking, her heart filled with anxiety again. She had seen him drink the rest of Dr. Song's soup, and she wondered if Dr. Song and Comrade Qi had noticed.
If they find out, how will she face them tomorrow?
Wang Qianqian's face paled even more as she thought about these things.
"What else?" Wang Aimin asked, noticing his wife's face suddenly turn pale. She stammered, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Why did your face suddenly turn pale?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine, don't worry," Wang Qianqian quickly denied.
Her face was pale; there was no way she was alright. Wang Aimin was worried, but he knew his wife well; if she didn't want to talk about something, no amount of questioning would get it out of her.
Recalling that their previous conversation had revolved around Song Yueying, Wang Aimin had a guess in his mind.
He asked, "Xixi, do you know what the relationship is between Dr. Song and Comrade Qi?"
Wang Qianqian shook her head. Wang Aimin thought to himself, "As expected, she didn't know. No wonder when she talked about Song Yueying and Comrade Qi, she said 'Comrade Qi' instead of 'Dr. Song's husband'."
"When I was working in the fields today, I heard the villagers say that Comrade Qi is Dr. Song's husband. They also said..." Wang Aimin told her everything he had heard.
Wang Qianqian stared wide-eyed in surprise, her mouth agape enough to fit an egg.
"Isn't Dr. Song the widow of a martyr?" Wang Qianqian murmured to herself.
“The villagers say that her husband is alive again.” Although Wang Aimin thought this was nonsense, that’s what the villagers were saying.
"That's wonderful! That's wonderful! Dr. Song's husband is back! She's no longer a martyr's widow!" Wang Qianqian cheered with a smile, almost jumping for joy.
As she laughed, Wang Qianqian remembered something that puzzled her, and asked with a smile, "Aimin, can you help me analyze what Dr. Song is thinking?"
"She's willing to teach me medicine, so why won't she take me as her apprentice?"
"Could it be related to her husband's resurrection?"
Oh right, just now Sisi mentioned that Song Yueying didn't want to take her as a disciple. Wang Aimin said, "Let me think about it, I'll analyze it for you after I've thought it through."
"Okay." Wang Qianqian didn't say another word after that and walked quietly.
Wang Aimin walked and thought, truly deep in thought.
After the two returned to their own home, Wang Aimin finally gave Wang Qianqian an answer.
Wang Aimin said, "I think when Dr. Song said he doesn't accept apprentices, he meant it literally. He simply doesn't accept apprentices, and there's no other reason."
"It has nothing to do with her husband coming back to life."
"Is it because I'm too stupid that Doctor Song is willing to teach me medicine but not take me on as an apprentice?" Wang Qianqian asked again.
“No.” Wang Aimin shook his head, then said definitively, “Dr. Song simply doesn’t accept apprentices, it’s none of your business.”
These words seemed to unlock the knot in Wang Qianqian's heart, and she regained her confidence. Clenching her fist, she said, "I will definitely study medicine diligently and not let Doctor Song down."
"Yes, you can definitely do it." Wang Aimin handed the child in his arms to her. "Our daughter misses you. Play with her for a while, and I'll go cook."
"Okay, little darling, you missed your mom!" Wang Qianqian took her daughter. "I'm sorry! Mom had no other choice but to leave you at Aunt Zhang's house."
"Aunt Zhang has plenty of breast milk; she looks like she's had a full meal before coming back."
The Aunt Zhang that Wang Qianqian mentioned was her good friend, and the only local friend she made during her time in the countryside. Her name was Zhang Yingchun, and she was the wife of the eldest son of the brigade leader.
Because the baby was only a few months old, I stayed home to take care of him.
Wang Qianqian wanted to learn medicine from Song Yueying, so she entrusted her daughter to her friend's care.
“When I went to the brigade leader’s house to pick up my daughter, Comrade Zhang said that she had just had her milk,” Wang Aimin said.
“Okay.” Wang Qianqian took out the two yuan from her pocket and handed it to Wang Aimin. “Aimin, this is the two yuan that Doctor Song gave me. Find some time to go to the commune and buy some snacks.”
“Okay.” Wang Aimin nodded in agreement, looking at Wang Qianqian with great satisfaction. He didn’t take the two yuan. “I still have some money on me, enough to buy some snacks.”
"These two dollars are the first money you'll earn after you start learning medicine. Keep them as a souvenir."
He understood what she meant and asked him to go buy some snacks to bring back for Comrade Zhang and Doctor Song.
"Okay." Wang Qianqian didn't stand on ceremony with him and carefully put the money back into her pocket.
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