My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Every time there was a parent-teacher meeting, no matter whether it was Sang Zhilan or Wei Tian, they always proudly accepted others’ praises, but they seemed to forget that Tang Yuxin’s parents never once came to a meeting.

Therefore, going to school was not a pleasant memory for Tang Yuxin.

But, she forgot about these unpleasant memories.

The school in the village wasn’t far from their home. Someone her size could get there in only fifteen minutes. The village elementary school was quite dilapidated at the time. The legs of the desks were broken, and all that was left of the windows were mere frames. Gusts of wind would often pass through these frames and blow onto the delicate faces of the children.

And Tang Yuxin was one of those children.

Their teacher was a middle-aged man who spoke a common northwest dialect. His own Mandarin was not good, but to the children here, it was very endearing.

Because most children in the village can’t speak Mandarin, their daily conversations were all in the local dialect.

Their teacher had assigned seats for each one of the little radishes. Tang Yuxin was seated in the front row close to the blackboard, causing her to sigh deeply.

She’d always been seated at the front of the class in her previous life. Could it be that it will be the same in this life? Was she destined never to reach a height greater than 1.6 meters? Then why had she worked so hard to eat well these past few years?

Was it for horizontal development?

She hadn’t heard what the teacher was teaching — all the children attending school were like that. Who was actually listening? Some secretly took out their homemade paper cards and started playing on the desks, and her deskmate, a snotty-nosed little boy, would sniff whenever the teacher spoke. He was totally comparable to Zhang Yindi.

Moreover, there were some behind her, heads buried deep in their desks like little mice, stealthily eating the cakes and vegetables they had brought from home during breakfast.

“Couldn’t you finish eating on the way? Couldn’t you finish eating before class?”

The teacher would bang on the desks and holler from time to time, feeling like someone in the throes of menopause. The classroom was lively, but Tang Yuxin was leaning on her desk, her chair wobbling.

Then there was a loud crash. The brick propping up her chair had collapsed.

She fell flat on the ground, landing on her butt. The pain stunned her.

That was still bearable. The problem was her little deskmate — he ended up falling on her and even got his snot all over her clothes.

“Mom, I want my mom …”

The snotty boy suddenly cried out, revealing a gap from his missing four front teeth, as air visibly leaked through.

Tang Yuxin shut her eyes, really wanting to push the person off her violently. Dude, I just served as your cushion. I haven’t even cried, why are you sobbing?

The teacher quickly helped the snotty little boy up, then Tang Yuxin. Looking at the snot on her clothes, Tang Yuxin had an urge to die. The veins on her forehead began to twitch.

She really wanted to go home and wash her clothes with disinfectant.

“How was school today?” Tang Zhinian asked his daughter, fearing that she wouldn’t acclimate to school life.

“Fine,” Tang Yuxin didn’t want to tell him that her bench had collapsed at school. If she had, her father surely would have taken his tools and fixed all the benches in the school. It was just that they were very busy in the fields right now. There was already a lot to do, and they couldn’t keep up. If they delayed for a few more days, they wouldn’t be able to plant the seedlings in the fields