My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 646: Chapter 638: Never Said It Included Meals Chapter 646: Chapter 638: Never Said It Included Meals He clutched the wine jar tightly, as if it were his own life, and everyone cherishes their life—he was no exception.

In truth, having reached this age, he had no regrets left, but there were still so many things he had not yet done.

He was well aware that he could not fall; if he did, the Wang Family would topple too.

And if the Wang Family fell, who knew how many others would be dragged down with them.

Don’t think he was unaware of just how many people in Beijing were sticking pins into effigies of him.

Hmph, he simply wouldn’t die, much to the frustration of those tortoises and the anger of those bastards.

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“And there’s…” He pointed at Tang Zhinian, who stood there dumbly.

“Little girl, who is that?”

“That’s my dad.”

Yuxin ran over to Zhinian and grabbed his arm, “Your Grace, look, don’t I look a lot like my dad?”

“Like hell you do?”

The old man curled his lip, his temper clearly flaring, but to be fair, there really wasn’t the slightest resemblance between father and daughter.

Zhinian had the look of an honest clod, both simple and foolish, with plenty of brawn and apparently not much brain.

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In contrast, this little one had grown up quite cute and was clearly clever, with excellent medical skills to boot—perhaps a case of genetic mutation.

“Keep your father away from me.”

The old Mr.

Wang had his wheelchair pushed away, showing no kindness to Zhinian and clearly fixated on his alcohol.

And Zhinian’s eyes couldn’t help but twitch—what had he done to deserve this?

Yuxin tugged at Zhinian’s sleeve, signaling him to keep silent.

Zhinian understood.

He waited until the old man had gone before quietly asking his daughter,

“Xinxin, is that your alcohol he’s holding?”

Yuxin nodded, pain evident in her gesture, “Yes, and he just took it by force.”

“How can someone do that?” Zhinian was starting to get angry.

Anything that troubled his daughter didn’t sit well with him.

That alcohol was Yuxin’s favorite; even he rarely indulged in it, choosing instead to save it carefully.

“Exactly,” Yuxin nodded continuously, fully agreeing with her father, “I only gave it to him because I saw he was old and half-dead.

I thought our wine would help him recover faster, but he ended up claiming it as his own.

That’s why I’ve decided, tomorrow I’ll have them roll up their bedding and get out.”

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

Zhinian had been on his daughter’s side, but upon hearing such words from her, he disapproved.

He sternly lectured his daughter, “The old man has his ways, you know how people say ‘old babies.’ The older they get, the more childlike they become.

Your grandparents passed away early, and if they were still alive, they’d be about his age, possibly with the same temper.

Your grandfather had quite the temper when he was young—very fiery.

No matter what, the man is a guest.

It’s just a few days’ stay, not a lifetime.

Who chases people out like that?”

“You need to be more generous as a person.

Who doesn’t have parents or children?

”

Zhinian patted his daughter’s head firmly, “A person’s heart must not turn bad, because once it does, it can’t easily turn back.

You absolutely cannot do such spiteful things.

That alcohol is just an object, while life is precious.

Can a person’s life really not compare to a jar of your wine?”

Yuxin felt utterly chastised by Zhinian, quite as if she had been sprayed with blood.

At first, she couldn’t stand the sight of the old man making off with her daughter’s possessions, but now she realized that if her own child took a wrong turn, it would be dreadful.

If she really went astray, how could he face his parents or live up to the Tang Family’s distinguished legacy?

Tang Zhinian appeared to be consumed with remorse, feeling a tragic sense that he had failed to take good care of the woman, which caused Tang Yuxin to occasionally wipe the cold sweat from her forehead.

That’s straying off the topic.

In fact, she was just following along with what her dad was saying, but it ended up with her being treated like she had turned into a bad child.

Where had she turned bad?

She was clearly a good person.

Tang Zhinian had been lecturing his daughter for a long time— it wasn’t exactly a scolding that drew blood, but it was certainly a torrent of saliva flying.

And Tang Yuxin had never known that Tang Zhinian could be so talkative.

His mouth had been going non-stop for a full half hour, and he hadn’t felt thirsty yet.

Tang Yuxin just wanted to find a wall to bang her head against, and right then, Zhang Xiangcao came to her rescue, saying that the meal was ready, and they could eat now.

It was then that Tang Zhinian finally stopped, though it seemed like they were on the verge of continuing after the meal.

“Your father is not bad,” said the old man after Tang Zhinian had left.

He was finally wheeled out in his chair.

The wine bottle was no longer in his arms, but don’t think that just because there was no wine, he had stopped drinking.

On the contrary, he hadn’t brought any wine because he had hidden it away.

How could he bring out something that he had concealed, especially something he liked so much?

“Of course,” Tang Yuxin agreed.

“My dad and my second uncle are both good men who are hard to find in this world.

They are upright with a sense of responsibility, honest yet shrewd.”

“The lady doth protest too much.”

The old man curled his lips.

Tang Yuxin did not agree or disagree.

Whether or not one was a good person, everyone knew that, there was no need for her to emphasize it repeatedly.

“I’m hungry,” growled the old man’s stomach, truly hungry this time.

“Isn’t the auntie making food?”

She was talking about the nanny brought by Commander Wang, who usually cooked for the old leader.

The vegetables came from the villagers, and the chickens were gifts from other families, all of whom leased land from the Tang Family.

Tang Zhinian had rented out the land without asking for rent, and even though the vegetables and other food were all provided by these few families throughout the year, Tang Zhinian still paid them, and at a higher price than the market rate.

So, without mentioning other things, the vegetables, eggs, chickens, and fish were all the freshest.

The old man’s three meals a day were determined by a designated diet plan, and whatever he wanted to eat, the house nanny was able to make it.

The old man began wheeling his chair outside.

“Where are you going?”

Tang Yuxin quickly grabbed his wheelchair.

Wasn’t this person still unwell?

What was he thinking now?

This wasn’t a child who might have ADHD, but he was of such an advanced age, could it really be that he was experiencing a second childhood?

“Going to eat,” he said.

The old man glanced at Tang Yuxin from the corner of his eye, “Your family has food ready.”

“But…”

Tang Yuxin’s mind seemed to have short-circuited a bit, “We only agreed to provide accommodation, but not food.”

“I can’t eat much if there are not many people.

The old man patted his belly, “It is more joyful to eat with more people, and the food tastes better.

As a doctor, you can’t deny that a good mood has beneficial effects on a patient’s body, right?”