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She admitted that in ancient times, doctors often had their unique handwriting styles to prevent others from stealing their medical prescriptions. Thus, their handwriting was usually hard for common people to decipher.

Even though there were computers and smartphones in the future, nothing could truly replace one’s handwriting. Handwriting was the facade of a person; her handwriting in the past was neither good nor bad but legible enough. Of course, it wasn’t pretty.

If given the opportunity to write beautiful characters, she would be very, very willing.

But she was just a four-year-old, an undeveloped sprout. She couldn’t even hold a pen properly; how could she possibly write any characters?

However, Tang Zhinian was certainly pleased that his daughter could learn to write. There were no nurseries in the village, so all the children would run around playing with stones, bricks, and mud. The best they could hope for was coping Xinxin: very young, but able to act as a literate individual, even learning to write.

Chen Zhong had once mentioned a long time ago that he believed Tang Yuxin had the potential to be a great medical learner. She was focused, had a good memory, and most importantly, showed remarkable aptitude in medicine. Consequently, he wanted Tang Yuxin to learn traditional Chinese medicine from him. As to how far she could get, no one knew, just like how nobody knew when his life would end.

However, being able to pass down his medical skills, preventing his knowledge from being lost, was his greatest hope in life at this moment. Luck was on his side for having found a disciple like Tang Yuxin.

The first time she was able to identify the scent of the medicinal herbs marked the beginning. A year has passed since then, and even though he sometimes stuffed her with knowledge like force-feeding a duck, he had no choice. He worried about not being around when Tang Yuxin grew up. What was the most tragic thing in life?

The disciple was still too young when the master was about to die.

However, the child lately seemed somewhat unruly. She needed a good disciplining.

“Grandpa, I want that one,” Tang Yuxin pointed to the oldest few books inside. She had almost read all the older books there and was missing these.

Chen Zhong walked over, took the books down for the little girl, not just one book, but four books.

Then he placed them in front of Tang Yuxin.

“Look more at the drawings,” Chen Zhong rubbed Tang Yuxin’s wee head. Why did this child seem to grow so slowly? She was still so petite; she couldn’t even hold a few books.

Tang Yuxin turned a page, finding it filled with handwritten text. However, the characters were difficult to recognize. Even though she had been a university graduate in her previous life, she couldn’t recognize a single one of these characters.

Indeed, she couldn’t recognize any of them. The font seemed to be a special one.

She pushed the book forward.

“Grandpa, it’s not good-looking, it’s all twisted.”

She tried to express herself in the simplest terms possible.

“Of course, it’s twisted.” Chen Zhong grabbed a small braid in Tang Yuxin’s hair. “These are personally handwritten by your great-great-grandfather, and the handwriting is unique to our Chen Family. If you don’t learn our handwriting, you won’t understand our prescriptions. So these twisted books are for you. You can read them when you grow up.”

Tang Yuxin blinked, but she was secretly astonished inside.