After reading, Cui Hong said, "Youyou’s handwriting is really beautiful. We don’t understand the prescription, but since Dr. Xia is satisfied, it must be good. We’ll go to the pharmacy later to get the dicine."
"Uncle Zhang, Aunt Hong, let explain to you that the dicine I prescribed should be followed by hospital checkups after consumption. Contact anyti if there are any issues."
Upon hearing her words, the Zhang couple felt more at ease.
...
Five days later, in the morning, at the Xia residence.
"Youyou, Aunt Hong has to thank you. Let tell you, these past few days all my symptoms of unregulated bowel movents have disappeared. I don’t need to wake up at night, nor do I feel as thirsty. I used to dream a lot and didn’t sleep well at night, but lately, I’ve been sleeping well. Please check for Aunt Hong what should be done next."
Today, Cui Hong still had no makeup on, but her complexion was much better than the last ti she visited; she looked much more energetic.
Beside her, Zhang Xuexi also had a face full of joy.
"That’s good. Aunt Hong, give your hand." You Guang had already anticipated this outco.
Finished with the pulse diagnosis.
She then said, "I will prescribe another dose of dicine for Aunt Hong later, a ten-day supply. After finishing this dicine, Aunt Hong’s cysts will soften, and all other symptoms will disappear."
"That’s wonderful, that’s wonderful!" Cui Hong’s eyes were red, but this ti, it was from happiness.
"Youyou, Uncle really doesn’t know how to thank you. Here, take this card. It’s a little token from Uncle; please don’t despise it. If it weren’t for your concern this ti, who knows what would have happened to your Aunt."
"Yes, Youyou, if it weren’t for your reminder, you might not have seen in a few years." Cui Hong feared You Guang wouldn’t accept the card, persuading her while her voice choked with emotion.
Over the past few days, as she continued taking her dication, her physical condition improved rapidly.
It was only then that her husband dared to tell her that if she hadn’t gone for a checkup and discovered she had cancer, she might not have lived for another two or three years.
"Aunt, there’s no need to worry. Take your dicine and rest well; you’ll get better." You Guang chuckled lightly, her smile gentle and voice soft.
Yet she alone knew that in her past life, Cui Hong had indeed passed away from illness before reaching the age of 40.
A previous life.
She t the Zhang father and son when she was much older and had never seen Cui Hong, but later she heard them say that at the ti Kejia’s mother had fallen seriously ill and passed away when Kejia was in his teens. However, they never ntioned what illness it was.
This life.
It was only after seeing Cui Hong at the airport last ti that she realized that in all likelihood, Kejia’s mother had passed away from cancer in her previous life.
Three months later.
At a famous oncology hospital in Beijing, Cui Hong held a stack of examination reports, embracing her husband Zhang Xuexi with tears and laughter.
"Honey, did you hear? The doctor said all my tumors have disappeared, and my body has recovered."
"I heard, honey, I heard." Zhang Xuexi also couldn’t hold back his joyful tears.
"We must go properly thank Youyou." Cui Hong hurriedly pulled Zhang Xuexi out of the hospital doors, "Let’s go to Sanlitun now, to buy her a gift, and after we buy it, we’ll go ho."
"Okay."
"Honey, what do you think we should buy her? Should we buy Chanel or Hermès?"
"Buy jewelry; jewelry holds value."
"Okay, then let’s buy Van Cleef & Arpels!"
...
Number Three High School is a key high school in Jincheng, starting its academic year in early September. Shi Wangyue and Ning Youguang both chose to attend this school.
Two or three months ago, they received admission letters from Number One High School, but Number One was too far away for them unless they boarded.
Upon receiving the admission letter from Number One High School, Liu Susu intended to have her son attend Number One because its new campus used a completely closed teaching model, and the school’s academic director promised her: "If Shi Wangyue cos to Number One, the school will waive all tuition and fees for him and arrange the best teachers."
Liu Susu was tempted and said to her son, "Number One just moved to a new campus, and the campus is beautifully built, the boarding environnt is good, and the faculty is robust. If you study well, the teachers say maybe you could directly get recomnded to Tsinghua University—attend Number One."
Wangyue gave her a deep look and left a sentence: "I’m going to Number Three High School," then turned around and went back to his room.
That really annoyed Liu Susu, who shouted after him, "Number Three is so rundown, how can you compare it with Number One? Wangyue, do you have a brain?"
Wangyue didn’t bother to respond.
"His sister already said she’d go to Number Three."
...
On the day of middle school opening.
Wangyue went to school early, just like on the day of elentary school opening, waiting at the gate of Number Three High School.
Waiting to go to class with his sister.
Shi Wangyue and Ning Youguang walked into Class One of Grade One and only saw two familiar classmates in the class.
Because three middle school classes were divided based on elentary school performance, One and Two are experintal classes, while the rest are ordinary classes.
Xia Dai also attends Number Three High School, but is in an ordinary class.
When he received his admission letter, Xia Dai was sad for a mont, feeling that his younger sister and Shi Wangyue both got into the experintal class at Number Three, and previously Sumr’s brother and sister also got into the experintal class at Number One, just that he got into an ordinary class.
"It feels especially embarrassing."
Xia Xiqing noticed his son felt low when he got the admission letter and smiled to comfort him, saying, "Son, people are not plants; you don’t need to beco timber."
Xia Dai was instantly healed.
...
Being in first grade, so girls in the class developed early, their bodies seed to take a breath of spring air and started to bud.
They were experiencing the transition from childhood to adolescence, feeling shy about their bodily changes yet also a bit proud, impatient to grow up and beco adults.
Those slightly proud girls due to their developnt definitely did not include Xiong ngng from Class One.
Xiong ngng had a cute babyface but inherited her mother’s good figure, and her feminine features developed faster than other girls.
Every gym class, she felt particularly embarrassed.
Because every ti she ran, so boys would look at her with strange glances and secretly gather to discuss...
Xiong ngng found it so unsightly and disliked her current body, so she wore oversized clothes every day and beca increasingly timid.
The once active and positive girl began to slouch and stoop, as if suppressing herself into a hunchbacked old woman, exuding a sense of desolation.
A young girl growing up, like a budding flower on a Begonia branch in March or April, should proudly and gradually reveal her beauty and elegance, a very beautiful thing.
But because of ignorant boys’ strange glances and a lack of proper understanding of their bodies, girls feel that normal growth and developnt is shaful, which is truly tragic for their youth.
Once again, when Xiong ngng walked into the classroom with her head down and was mocked by the boys.
You Guang invited Xiong ngng to the bathroom, gently laughing as she said, "ngng, your pink little underwear is so pretty, I want to buy the sa style to wear, can you recomnd it to ?"
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