Chapter 329: 322: She is a Caregiver

Every day, the phone would ring, and as soon as Tang Zhinian saw his daughter on the call, his face would turn green with rage. Raising a daughter was no fun at all, and the saying about daughters being a “comfort in old age” was nonsense. Rather, they were more like barbs piercing your hearts.

After heading off to college, no more daily phone calls to tell dad how much she missed him. Now that she’s got a boyfriend, all her thoughts were consumed by him.

After hearing Tang Zhinian’s complaints, Ren Li couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time. What child isn’t like this? Parents put in endless hard work to raise them, but in the end, they become someone else’s.

Thinking of her own Chengcheng, her heart filled with the same sorrow as Tang Zhinian’s. Her Little Chengcheng, whom she had labored so hard to bring into this world and raise, would eventually grow up to belong to someone else.

What about her, his mother? Will he forget about her? On contemplating this, she felt a strong urge to spank the little rascal. However, each time she looked at her son’s sweet, adorable face, she’d feel as if she were being driven mad by Tang Zhinian.

She felt it would be best for Tang Yuxin to return to school sooner. That way, Tang Zhinian might be able to return to normal.

Tang Yuxin felt the same, having nothing to do at home, so she went back to school and found herself a part-time job at a small clinic.

She first furnished her small courtyard house with inexpensive furniture. It wasn’t much or fancy, but it was livable. She’d go to work at the clinic every day, earning her living expenses and gaining internship experience.

Upon arriving at the clinic, Tang Yuxin heard a child crying. The clinic was busy with four staff members in total, including her as a nursing assistant.

The child wailed incessantly, causing distress to the parents, while a nurse held the child’s small hand.

Landing the needle was difficult due to the child’s thin veins. After several unsuccessful attempts, both the child and the parents were agitated. The nurse who was trying to insert the IV was at her wit’s end, and her colleagues didn’t fare any better as the child’s veins were unusually hard to find.

Thinking of her little brother, Tang Yuxin couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel if he was pricked over and over. “I can try,” she offered, washing her hands before stepping forward. The nurses stepped aside, their doubtful eyes asking, “Can you do it?”

Tang Yuxin squatted down and took the girl’s small hand. She always had a cheerful demeanor, not grim-faced like most of the other nurses.

“How old are you?” she asked as she gently stroked the girl’s cheek with her finger.

Seeing Tang Yuxin’s smile, the little girl couldn’t help but flash a grin. “Sister, I’m three years old.”

“My brother is a little over two years old, just a bit younger than you,” Tang Yuxin responded. Whenever she returned home, the little fatty, her little brother, seemed to have grown again. She knew her little fatty would grow up tall and handsome.

“Does your little brother cry when he gets shots?” the little girl asked curiously, momentarily forgetting about her own situation.

“No, he’s a good boy,” Tang Yuxin said, smiling. Her fingertips found the child’s tiny veins. She had always excelled in this area. After all, she had ten years of medical experience and was trained by Chen Zhong in the Chen-style Acupuncture Method. Some acupoints were even harder to locate than veins, but she had still managed to insert needles accurately.

The little girl felt a slight pain on the back of her hand, but it quickly subsided, and she continued her conversation with Tang Yuxin, who was still smiling.

“Does your little brother also have to get lots of shots?”

“No, he doesn’t get shots,” Tang Yuxin replied as she fixed the girl’s hand with a small medical box and adjusted the flow rate of the IV drip.

She gently touched the little one’s head and held her other small hand. It wasn’t a serious illness; trying to avoid IV treatment would be sufficient. The parents were just overly alarmed because the child had a fever.

Just like her own little fatty. At first, whenever he got sick or had a fever, Ren Li would want to rush him to the hospital immediately. But with time, she learned to calm down and would even feed him sugar water for a light fever. Even though she still worried, she knew a child’s common cold or fever was normal, and constant IV drips weren’t a good solution.

“There, that’s done,” she said, straightening the little girl’s clothes and touching her face gently. “Just sit nicely without moving, and you’ll be fine shortly.”

“Thank you, sister,” the little girl replied politely as the IV drip hung from her hand, delivering the medication drop by drop.

The girl’s mother held her child tightly, feeling upset. She complained to the doctor that the clinic has a competent nurse like Tang Yuxin, yet her daughter had to suffer at the hands of less competent staff.

It was only later that they realized the person they were praising was not a nurse, but Tang Yuxin, a part-time nursing assistant working in the clinic. It was surprising that an assistant could have such excellent skills.

The next day when the little girl returned for treatment, her mother insisted that no one else but Tang Yuxin be allowed to treat her daughter. The other nurses and staff took too many attempts to insert the needle, while Tang Yuxin could do it smoothly in one go.

Tang Yuxin, who was cleaning at the time, was called over by the doctor. The little girl’s mother was extremely polite to her.

“I appreciate your help,” the mother kept saying “I appreciate it.” It’s never easy for a mother. She doesn’t mind being humble to avoid causing her child any discomfort. It’s only normal for mothers to be cautious.

“You’re being too kind,” said Tang Yuxin as she washed her hands and took the little girl’s hand, which was pitifully swollen from the injections.

She then immediately started checking her veins.

Turning to the little girl with a smile, she said, “I’m going to give you a shot now. Can we be brave together?”

“Yes,” replied the little girl earnestly, nodding vigorously, “My little brother doesn’t cry when he gets shots. I’m older than him, so I won’t cry either.”