Chapter 326

She had always wanted to tidy up the room and divide it into functional areas, but she was only halfway through and the room was still full of antiques and artifacts. Now that she had some free time, she could come in and continue tidying up.

After the space was upgraded, the house's functions were also improved with greater intelligence. Some spaces were automatically divided into functions, and the antiques and cultural relics that were previously collected were automatically placed in transparent glass cabinets.

Shu Ying glanced at the leftmost cabinet, which was a bookcase filled with mostly pharmacy books.

With one hand on her hip, she said, "It would be great if the number of these items could be displayed on the screen. That way, we could save a record and not have to count them one by one. It would save time and a lot of trouble."

There's so much stuff here that she hasn't sorted it out yet. She's only started cleaning it up intermittently this week. She can't throw anything away, but she needs to have a general idea of ​​how much stuff there is.

Behind the warehouse in the space lies a small hill, which is planted with many cedar trees. When water flows by, a mist rises above the trees, and the humidity in the air is just right. Taking a deep breath, you can smell the earthy fragrance after a recent rain.

When Shu Ying moved all the ancestral graves here, this mountain didn't exist yet. It appeared out of nowhere not long after the move. It's a beautiful place with clear waters and lush mountains, and it also has many rare medicinal herbs, including some very old Ganoderma lucidum.

These medicinal herbs are not commonly found in ordinary markets, so she couldn't just openly take them out. After simply processing some of the highly effective herbs in her space, she would use them as ordinary ingredients to make soup for Xie Mingzhu.

It can not only enhance the taste of the soup, but also help the whole family to regulate their health. Fortunately, Xie Mingzhu doesn't know much about these medicinal herbs, and she can always get away with it by saying a few words.

Shu Ying intended to teach her some basic medical knowledge, but once she understood these medicinal herbs, she probably wouldn't be so easy to deal with.

Shu Ying organized the existing books on the table into the cabinets, categorized them according to different functions, and labeled each cabinet so that she could easily find what she needed next time.

She looked at the several cabinets in the space and nodded in satisfaction.

"It seems my hands-on skills are pretty good. I've tidied up so many things in such a short time. Once everything is organized here, this place can definitely be used as a storage warehouse."

You can find almost anything here that you don't often see outside. Taking advantage of the time she had, Shu Ying grabbed a ladder and scanned the warehouse. Finally, her gaze settled on the storage cabinet in the far corner.

The storage cabinet was a simple metal box, almost indistinguishable from the outside. If one didn't look closely, it would be difficult to even notice its existence. Shu Ying had some impression of this box; it had always been kept in the study, and it contained mostly medical books passed down in the family. Many of these books had been of great help to Shu Ying's current medical knowledge.

It's no exaggeration to say that these books were her introduction to medicine; without them, she wouldn't be so interested in medicine.

It contains detailed records of many difficult and complicated diseases, down to the exact amount of medicine needed for a prescription and how to process precious medicinal materials, all with simple and clear explanations.

Shu Ying picked out a few commonly used books.

"When you have free time, you should read more books. I'll start reading tonight."

Only with consistent daily input can one produce output at crucial moments; otherwise, if there's nothing in her mind, she'll feel stage fright when she's actually on the operating table.

Western medicine and traditional Chinese medicine are fundamentally different, so Shu Ying combined the two and promoted both medical approaches according to the different conditions of patients.

The books were thick, and it would take a month to finish one. Shu Ying took out three of them, and then organized the rest. Some of the books were quite old, having been read by several generations. Shu Ying handled them very carefully, afraid that they would be torn up if she wasn't careful. These were the crystallization of wisdom, and she absolutely couldn't let them be destroyed in her hands.

While tidying up the bottom shelf, Shu Ying's eyes were drawn to a book without any cover.

She had no memory of this book. It looked very simple and didn't even have a publisher's mark on it. Shu Ying carefully put the book aside and picked it up gently.

"How come I never noticed this book before?"

She muttered to herself, reached out and turned to a page, and a subtle change appeared on her face when she saw what was inside.

To be precise, this is not a book, but more like a notebook, and its appearance here seems somewhat abrupt.

It contains records of the parents' other identities, a secret that has never been made public.

She carefully placed one hand over the photograph. The handwriting was strong and vigorous, and although the ink had faded somewhat with the passage of time, the content was still clearly visible.

From her grandparents' generation, both sets of parents were family friends. Her maternal grandfather and paternal grandfather met in their childhood and shared the same ideals. They remained friends until they got married and had children. Both families worked as underground telephone operators. Her maternal grandfather sacrificed his life while carrying out a mission.

Both families were large clans for generations. Under the guise of capitalists, they secretly raised a lot of funds and, under the cover of capitalists, supplied the organization with a large amount of weapons and medical supplies that were extremely scarce at the time.

The dates and details of each battle are clearly recorded, and there are even photos.

The horrific scenes on the battlefield and the transported supplies were documented in photographs. These items eventually came into her hands after decades. The more Shu Ying flipped through the photos, the more horrified she became.

No wonder the two families have always had such a good relationship; even setting aside their family history of friendship, they are comrades-in-arms who have gone through thick and thin together.

Shu Ying's tears fell uncontrollably. Suddenly, she understood why her ancestors had taken such a great risk.

At that time, the country was engulfed in war, and the assets of one or two families could have been easily transferred abroad. They would have continued to live a carefree life, and their descendants would not have had to endure the war.

But every citizen has a responsibility to the nation in peril. They couldn't let go of the hatred for the country's destruction. If they ran away, they wouldn't be able to stand up straight when their descendants asked.

They took a risk, even paying the price with their lives, but as it turns out, the two families made the right choice.

In such a difficult time, they made the right choice. The notebook contained the dates and names of their operations, as well as the numbers of their contacts at the time.

In addition, there was a piece of old newspaper that had been cut out.