My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 645: Chapter 637 Afraid of Being Stolen Away Chapter 645: Chapter 637 Afraid of Being Stolen Away On this day, the old gentleman was carried onto the plane.

Tang Yuxin and Director Zhu kept close, accompanied by several nurses, ready for any emergencies, and Tang Yuxin’s prediction was spot on; although the gentleman hadn’t woken up, his complexion and breathing were very good, and sometimes he would mutter a few words in a daze, seemingly scolding his son.

This also led Mr.

Wang, who was almost fifty, to secretly hide in the restroom and wipe away tears.

Being able to hear his father’s voice again in this lifetime was truly wonderful.

He had thought his old father was about to be laid to rest, and all he could do from then on was burn more paper money for him every Qingming Festival.

When they arrived directly at the airport, they were taken by a special car to Li Tang Village, and of course, they didn’t alarm anyone.

The old gentleman was here to recuperate, not to inspect work.

The fewer people knew, the better and safer it was.

Upon arriving at the Tang Family home, Mr.

Wang took a great liking to the standalone farmhouse.

It was much better than he had imagined.

Although it was called a farmhouse, it was very clean, the bedding and such had all been replaced with new ones, and it was exceptionally tranquil, unlike his own home.

There, although there were hardly any people, one could still hear the sounds of industrialization.

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But here, they could even hear the birds chirping.

Waking up in the morning, it wasn’t an alarm clock that woke them but the genuine crowing of roosters.

The people here also followed the old habits of the previous generation, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

They ate home-raised chickens and eggs laid by free-range hens, and the vegetables came straight from their own plots, freshly pulled from the ground.

How clean their diet was!

Whereas in the city, even if the vegetables were good, they weren’t fresh and had been treated with pesticides.

But in the village, the food they ate was really for themselves, free from pesticides.

He had also met the Tang family members, who were very straightforward.

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Currently, there were only the two brothers of the Tang family, Zhang Xiangcao, and Tang Sicheng, who was still in elementary school.

Tang Zhinian’s wife was taking care of the business outside, a true strongwoman, and Tang Zhijun’s daughter had just been admitted to college and returned home only a few times a year.

It really couldn’t be simpler than that; Tang Family’s parents had passed away early, and it was the two brothers who held up the family front.

So their relationship was much better and more accommodating than that of average siblings.

Although they each had their own families and careers, they were really like one family.

The way everyone got along felt very comfortable.

“Yuxin, who are they?”

Tang Zhinian asked his daughter quietly.

Who were these important people from out of town?

He felt his eyebrows twitching.

“They are people from the capital.

He’s my patient, coming here to recuperate.

Don’t worry, Dad.

Just stay calm,” Tang Yuxin comforted the nervous Tang Zhinian.

It wasn’t strange that Tang Zhinian was so tense; after all, he was a well-known entrepreneur in Qing’an and had a strongwoman as a wife.

His courage was naturally larger than average.

If anyone was to blame, it was Mr.

Wang and his entourage, whose aura was simply too overpowering for ordinary people to bear.

Alright, stay calm.

Tang Zhinian nodded.

He trusted his daughter.

His daughter had been sensible from a young age, never causing him any worry as a father.

So if she said to stay calm, then he would stay calm.

At the beginning, Gu Ning was quite worried, thinking to himself that this family really knew how to carry themselves with grandeur, they were certainly people from that other side, and one could tell at a glance that they had significant backing.

He genuinely feared what would happen if his daughter ended up treating someone to death?

With these thoughts swirling in his mind at night, he couldn’t sleep, and went several days with dark circles under his eyes, until one day, he saw a new face at home—a gentleman in a wheelchair, soaking up the sun in the courtyard.

This elderly gentleman really was advanced in years, his hair completely white, without a single strand of black—a snowy whiteness.

But his spirits were high, cradling a bottle of wine in his arms.

And Tang Zhinian, upon taking a closer look, got quite a scare.

Good heavens, the man was holding onto Xinxin’s treasured wine—wine that Tang Yuxin had been brewing since she was a child, which he usually watched over carefully, fearing it might get broken or spilt.

While he hesitated about whether or not to go over and seize the wine, at that moment, Tang Yuxin came out.

Seeing the elderly man holding her medicine wine left her with more than resignation—it was a painful mix of helplessness and heartache.

“Grandpa Wang, haven’t I said, just a sip a day is enough?

Drinking more won’t do you any extra good,” she said.

“I’m afraid someone will steal it.”

Now the old man was full of vigor, his complexion unusually rosy.

Who could tell that not long ago, he had been hanging on to life by a thread?

And now, here he was, ruddy-faced and snatching her wine.

Her initial plan was to let him drink it only a few times, since the wine was truly too precious.

Even if she started brewing a new batch now, it would take another ten or twenty years.

Moreover, obtaining the necessary ingredients wasn’t guaranteed—it was like those Cold Fragrance Pills, extremely picky about the materials.

She had only brewed five vats in total, two of which were for her father and uncle, to be drunk when they got older.

These were now buried under the old locust tree at home.

Another vat was reserved for herself, making three vats accounted for.

She also kept aside one vat for Gu Ning, similarly buried, to be gifted to Gu Ning when the time was right.

Only one vat was left out in the open, and though it was just a small vat of wine, it was the only one of its kind in the world; there were no others.

But could someone please explain, was this old man a bandit?

Drinking it was one thing; she didn’t ask for his money, but he was hoarding the wine as if his life depended on it—never to be shared with anyone else.

This was the classic case of enjoying what’s in one’s mouth while coveting what’s in the pot.

The old gentleman rolled his eyes, looking indignant, but he held the precious wine bottle even tighter.

This was his treasured wine, and from the very first sip he took upon waking, he knew it was no ordinary beverage.

Simply one sip a day made him noticeably feel a surge of energy coursing through his body.

As an older man, he had begun practicing qigong, and although he couldn’t claim significant achievements, he had some small successes.

This wine was a fine thing, and he knew it upon his first taste.

He was, of course, a man who knew the goods.

He understood that this wine was extremely beneficial for his health and would surely prolong his life, possibly allowing him to live to ninety with no issue.

Look how spirited he looked now, and he even sneaked peeks in the mirror to find that his skin was much improved, with fewer wrinkles.

Perhaps with more drinks, he might even rejuvenate back to youth.

Even if that didn’t happen, it didn’t matter; he just wanted a few more years to live.