My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 539: Chapter 530: Could I Be This Unlucky?

Chapter 539: Chapter 530: Could I Be This Unlucky?

Tang Yuxin gently touched her head, the light in her eyes turning icy cold.

The bus continued forward, and Tang Yuxin found herself touching her head again.

The two women across from her continued to feign indifference.

After about half an hour, she turned her face towards the window, where a series of numbers appeared – the bus license plate number.

She recited it twice, and committed it to memory.

She felt as though she’d seen this number somewhere before…

peculiar.

Mumbling her confusion, she closed her eyes again.

She put a book over her face, and drifted off to sleep…

Suddenly, she jerked awake, her book dropping onto the floor.

She opened her eyes, picked up her book from the floor.

No one noticed the sweat beading on her forehead; even her clothes seemed close to being soaked.

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She hadn’t sweat this much in a long time, no, not even in her past life which spanned two generations.

What was going on?

She put her hand on her chest, feeling her heart racing, thumping wildly as if it was about to leap out of her chest.

She was a doctor herself, she understood her own physical condition well.

Even considering the 33 years she had lived in her past life, she knew there was absolutely nothing wrong with her body.

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She definitely did not suffer from any heart disease in her previous life.

So what was happening now?

This unease, this absent-mindedness, this discomfort, this desire to escape – as if there was some demon looking at her, glaring at her, stalking her.

Outside the bus, it suddenly turned dark as they drove into a tunnel, dim lights from its sides portraying dancing shadows on her face.

In this engulfing darkness, it felt as if a monstrous mouth was gaping wide, revealing its pearly white teeth, ready to sink them into her neck.

She touched her neck instinctively, as if those teeth had already punctured an artery.

In the relatively quiet bus, she could even hear her own heartbeat.

That pounding heartbeat.

It was too erratic, too irregular.

She quickly grabbed her phone, the sudden light hurting her eyes momentarily.

When her eyes adjusted to the light, the first thing she saw was a string of numbers.

In an instant, she remembered a specific number in her mind.

And this number perfectly matched the one in her memory.

This date, this time, and this number in her mind…

they all came together, intertwined, and her memories cleared.

This was…?

Something was off, but what, she couldn’t remember.

December 5th.

December.

The 5th.

This was…?

Suddenly, her eyes widened in realization, her pupils constricting in fear.

She held up her phone closer to her face.

Was this it?

Could this be it?

Could it be wrong?

She kept asking herself, repeatedly recalling her past.

No, not just her past, but her last life.

At this time in her past life, and then…

A train from the Imperial Capital to Qing’an had to stop en route due to another train’s error, causing impatient passengers to take a bus instead.

And of those buses to Qing’an, two encountered a tunnel collapse…

Given the harsh local conditions, rescue work was extremely difficult.

They were stuck for ten days.

Even with everyone carrying provisions, water, and food, those supplies lasted only a few days at most.

Not to mention, there were people buried underneath the collapse.

By the time the rescue team got to them, some people had already starved to death.

More were barely alive.

Then there were those who didn’t make it out.

Tang Yuxin couldn’t believe the date staring back at her from her phone screen.

She wanted to believe it was all in her head, just a bizarre coincidence.

After all, what were the chances that she would be on that specific train, and then on one of the many buses going to Qing’an?

In her last life, she remembered the train and buses because she was nearly on that exact train.

She thought if she had been on it, she might also have taken a bus home.

So when disaster struck, she had kept herself updated with the news for a long time.

The sky became bright again, and it was just another ordinary day.

She couldn’t be this unlucky, could she?

She was constantly comforting herself, but unfortunately her heart refused to settle down.

She suddenly became alarmed and turned to stare dumbfoundedly at the bus license plate number printed on the bus.

It seemed…

Exactly right.

Could she really be this unlucky?

The train from Beijing to Qinggao had only been halted mid-journey on this one occasion over the years.

The timing, the location, and this specific bus, which only ran twice a day and both of which met with disaster.

She felt like her luck was horrendous, and she seemed to have hit the jackpot of bad luck.

Is it possible that she needs to experience the ride she missed in her past life?

What should she do next?

She clutched her suitcase.

Her fingers were drenched with cold sweat.

Should she disclose to everyone that the tunnel will collapse soon?

If they aren’t killed by the collapse, they would die from starvation or hypothermia.

If she dares to speak out, she may be perceived as a lunatic or nut job.

Even if the tunnel does collapse, how would she explain her prediction?

How would she prove she isn’t a terrorist?

How would she explain such a supernatural event?

She was just a doctor, a small-fry doctor, capable of saving many people, but she’s no messiah.

She can’t save everyone, certainly not an entire bus load of people.

Even if they survive the collapse by some miracle, then…

She clutched her suitcase tighter.

This suitcase was filled with food and water.

Wiping the cold sweat from her forehead, she…

Upon the thought of the food and drink in her suitcase, another bead of cold sweat trickled down her forehead.

But soon after, she was disheartened again.

This wasn’t a good thing, it didn’t mean she’ll be safe or she’d survive.