My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 650: Chapter 642: Young Man Chapter 650: Chapter 642: Young Man “Grandpa Wang, Sisi has a grandpa now, but Chengcheng still doesn’t, does he?”

“How could Grandpa possibly forget about you,” the old gentleman patted Chengcheng’s little head, “Sisi is Grandpa’s granddaughter, and Chengcheng is also Grandpa’s grandson.”

Just like that, Zhang Xiangcao gained a father, and Chengcheng found himself a mighty backer.

Of course, right now he doesn’t understand anything.

It’s only when he grows up that he’ll realize the extent of the support he has found for himself, and it’s frighteningly vast.

Of course, the ceremony of recognizing kin couldn’t be missed.

Tang Zhijun was naturally happy; having people from Zhang Xiangcao’s maternal family, even if they are just honorary relations, can sometimes be as good as blood relatives, if the relationship is strong.

Knowing the old gentleman liked to drink medicinal liquor and that he valued it more than his own life, he went ahead and dug up the old locust tree in the courtyard, taking out the jar of medicinal wine that Tang Yuxin had saved for him.

Tang Zhinian did the same; after all, his son had also brought home a bargain of a grandfather for himself.

The old gentleman received two more jars of fine wine.

His smile never faded, but when Tang Yuxin came back and saw the dug-up old locust tree, her face nearly twitched in dismay.

They were really generous—this was the medicinal wine she had painstakingly brewed!

It wasn’t just liquor; it was as precious as life itself.

Drinking it after turning fifty would ensure a strong and healthy body, but now they were so generous they gave it away.

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If Grandpa Wang hadn’t recognized Zhang Xiangcao as his daughter and Chengcheng as his grandson, Tang Yuxin would have stolen the wine back no matter what; she didn’t have much left, just two small jars.

So what now?

Forget it.

What else could she do?

Grandpa had Wang Aiguo transport the wine to their Beijing home, where it had to be buried underground.

She certainly couldn’t just fly back now to steal the wine back, disregarding her aunt’s and her brother’s feelings.

“They gave it to me, I am the elder, so naturally, I must accept it.

Otherwise, it would be disrespectful.”

Grandpa acted like he was put upon, even though he had clearly gotten the better end of the deal.

Tang Yuxin rolled her eyes in annoyance and said nothing.

Otherwise, she feared she might get so angry she’d use a needle to jab the old gentleman to death.

Seeing that Tang Yuxin wasn’t in a good mood and was ignoring him, Grandpa realized he had indeed offended her greatly this time.

“Look,” he said, softening his tone, for after all, Tang Yuxin was no ordinary person to him—she was his lifesaver, and that meant something entirely different.

If it weren’t for Tang Yuxin, he would have been dead by now.

Wang Aiguo was always one to repay even the smallest kindness with a fountain of gratitude.

If he didn’t, that wouldn’t be him.

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“I am now your uncle’s father.”

“Not by blood,” Tang Yuxin lifted her eyelids, thinking of her few jars of wine and feeling heartbroken.

“Though not by blood, I am more than family.”

Grandpa lifted his chin proudly.

Others might not know it, but how could he not?

When Xiangcao called him dad, he felt happier than even when he had held his own sons.

To him, this honorary daughter was far dearer than a son.

“So what does that change?”

Tang Yuxin looked up at the old man, her wine gone just like that—three jars out of five she had in total.

That was her pride and joy, and now it was gone.

“What else can it change?”

The elderly man stretched out his hand and poked Tang Yuxin’s forehead.

“Your brother calls me Grandpa, so you should also call me Grandpa.

Having a grandfather given to you for free, you should feel honored,” he said.

“It seems to make sense,” Tang Yuxin thought, her head spinning with the complexity of their relationship.

But no matter what, her wine was still gone.

“It’s always been the way,” the old man crossed his arms, “With the Wang Family as your backing, you can strut around in Beijing.

As long as the Wang Family exists, you can strut for as long as we do.”

And he used “the Wang Family” rather than “I”; it wasn’t just that his death would end the relationship, for as long as he recognized Zhang Xiangcao, she was not only Wang Aiguo’s daughter but also a member of the Wang Family.

With the Wang Family around, nobody dared to bully them.

So that’s how it is, Tang Yuxin tapped her chin, finding the idea somewhat interesting.

Being able to strut around, she touched her short hair, pondering her days here.

Like the old man, she had been cared for, surrounded by beautiful mountains, fresh water, good food, and good moods.

Not only had the old man recovered quickly, but she, who had looked gaunt and emaciated, had also gained some weight.

When she touched her hair, what did she remember?

“I have something important to discuss with you,” Tang Yuxin put down the medicinal herbs she was holding.

This was serious business, and it was also the condition she set for treating the Wang Family’s illnesses, a promise made by Mr.

Wang himself.

Even without the connection to Zhang Xiangcao, one could repay a life-saving debt.

“Alright, go on,” the old man sat up straight, resting his hands on his knees, sensing that what Tang Yuxin was about to say might not be good news.

As expected, after Tang Yuxin finished speaking, there was a clatter as the old man knocked his teacup to the floor.

It’s, my family’s…

Tang Yuxin held back from saying more,

while the old man, having thrown the cup, stood up with a huff.

“This Tong Feng, he really has too much nerve.

To think he’s considered a master of traditional medicine, yet lacks even this bit of tolerance.

What good is he as a master if he despises human life and behaves so shamelessly and despicably?

I really don’t know how he can maintain such an unapproachable facade in front of others—does his face not burn?”

“Just wait,” the old man stood up and dusted off his clothes, “Let him be smug for a few days.

Once I’m better, we’ll deal with him.”

“Heh…” he scoffed, “Whatever he cherishes most, let’s make him lose that.

When he turns into a beggar, then you can gift him a bowl of leftover rice.”

“Sure,” Tang Yuxin looked forward to awarding that bowl of rice.

Of course, she was in no rush.

A gentleman’s revenge could wait ten years, and it had not even been one.

The soup must be simmered slowly, and the punishment must be suffered gradually.

But then…

she took out her mobile phone and scrolled through the records.

The last time she had talked to Gu Ning was a month ago, and then he had gone off on another mission; where could he be now?

“What are you thinking about?”

The old man looked knowing.

“Ah, young people these days, a single day apart feels like an eternity.”

“Hehe…” Tang Yuxin just smiled, not bothering to explain to the old man.

Indeed, a day apart felt like an eternity, but their relationship was not like that—he was her uncle, after all.

But then, why was her face burning?