My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 664: Chapter 656: Haven’t Eaten Chapter 664: Chapter 656: Haven’t Eaten After safely tucking away her phone, Tang Yuxin gave her head a firm knock against the wall to see if that could clear her mind a little.

It didn’t matter how exhausted she was; once in the operating room, she always found herself sharp and alert again.

Of course, her spirits somehow got even better when dealing with scumbags, especially someone like Wei Jiani, who vexed her to the point of being laughable.

In this lifetime, she grew up safe and healthy without the Sang Family’s control, even carving out a career of her own.

She was no longer the maid who couldn’t fight back under Sang Zhilan’s command, nor was she Wei Jiani’s backdrop anymore.

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The combat prowess of Sang Zhilan and her daughter was pitifully low, so much so that she didn’t even want to bother engaging with them.

Really wanted to compete?

Fine.

If Sang Zhilan brought her daughter, she would invite Tang Zhinian and his wife over the next day.

Her new stepmother wasn’t one to mess with.

How ludicrous it was for Sang Zhilan to think she could take advantage of her.

And Tang Yuxin truly didn’t understand why Sang Zhilan was so confident that by dumping Wei Jiani on her, she would attend to her like waiting on grandparents.

Was she supposed to serve her too?

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“Doctor Tang, aren’t you going back?”

A nurse, seeing Tang Yuxin standing contemplatively against the wall, asked worriedly.

Known throughout the hospital for her extreme dedication, Tang Yuxin often handled several surgeries in a day without the slightest error, especially with critically ill patients, who seemed to gain a new lease on life under her care.

Evidently, she was the top surgeon of their hospital.

Moreover, Tang Yuxin’s name was now quite well known, and many doctors from other hospitals had gone to great lengths to transfer just for a chance to observe her perform surgery and save lives.

No matter the era, no matter how the world changed,

a good doctor represented hope.

And Tang Yuxin was the hope of many.

After all, there were so many patients, so many people who wanted to survive.

No one dared to claim they’d never fall ill in their lifetime.

Therefore, Tang Yuxin was nothing less than a gold mine for their hospital, an exceptionally tough one at that.

No matter how much work was heaped upon her, she would always go above and beyond to complete all her tasks every day.

But today, what happened to her?

Why was she banging her head against the wall?

“I’m fine.

Just thinking about some things,” Tang Yuxin turned around and straightened her clothes.

“How many surgeries do I have tomorrow?” Tang Yuxin asked as she calculated her own schedule.

The more, the better.

She figured that if she kept herself this busy, she didn’t believe the mother and daughter of the Sang Family would dare to barge into the operating room to pull her out.

And what exactly did she owe to that mother-daughter pair in her past life?

They seemed to torture her incessantly, sticking to her as stubbornly as a piece of gum.

“Tomorrow?

Let me check,” the nurse responded, reaching for the schedule.

These were all the surgeries arranged for the next day, but that may not be the final count.

Emergency patients could still come in, so Tang Yuxin’s schedule was quite packed these days.

Yet, there was no helping it.

Her year abroad meant an accumulation of patients here, all waiting for Tang Yuxin to save them.

Although there were many, luckily it was just a busy period.

Once these patients recovered, her load would lighten significantly.

“You have five surgeries tomorrow,” the nurse counted, clearly scared by the number.

Goodness, five surgeries meant she would almost spend the entire day in the operating room.

If any case turned out to be more severe, she might even miss out on time to eat or sleep.

“Okay, got it,” Tang Yuxin stretched and gently pounded her shoulder, then pulled out her phone and dialed a number without hesitation.

“Uncle Gu, it’s me.”

“What’s up?

Have you finished work?” Gu Ning was driving, with a woman sitting in the car—a woman all too familiar to Tang Yuxin.

At that moment, the woman was tending to her nails, but her ears perked up, clearly eavesdropping on Gu Ning’s conversation.

Who was he talking to?

“I’m tired, haven’t eaten,” Tang Yuxin rubbed her stomach.

Surgical work required immense concentration, so she didn’t feel hunger during operations, but now that she had a moment to relax, discomfort set in everywhere.

Even a workhorse needs to eat; without food, she’d quickly turn from hardworking to lifeless.

“How many surgeries did you perform?” Gu Ning gripped the steering wheel tighter, pondering what to send to the “princess.” What’s the deal, was Tang Yuxin the only viable doctor in such a huge hospital?

Were they using her as a man, or a machine?

“Six, I think,” Tang Yuxin approximated, six surgeries averaging two hours each, amounting to about twelve hours.

Furthermore, her surgical precision and timing were usually more efficient than most, often saving an hour or two, or even more.

But even so, it still took up most of her day.

There was no choice; she had simply accrued too much work to do.

“What would you like to eat?” Gu Ning asked Tang Yuxin, “I’m in the city center; I can pick something up and bring it to you.”

“I want a boxed meal with meat,” Tang Yuxin said, her needs quite modest now.

Anything was fine as long as it was edible.

Boxed meals were the simplest for her—complete with dishes and rice, they were easy and convenient for staving off hunger.

“Alright, I understand,” Gu Ning pulled the car over to the side, ready to step out.

“Gu Ning, what are you doing?”

Zhang Xiaomei finally finished with her nails and makeup.

Ever since she got in the car, she had been preening nonstop.

It was hard to say how much makeup she had layered on, and to little effect given her less-than-ideal natural features.

High-end cosmetics had improved her appearance somewhat, but they couldn’t compare to natural beauty.

“Buying something,” Gu Ning closed the car door, locking Zhang Xiaomei inside.

She immediately became unhappy.

Having just returned from abroad, she was unfamiliar with everything here.

Plus, it felt so backwards.

She had known about it before, she wouldn’t have returned, but the fear of Gu Ning running off with someone else loomed over her.

Gu Ning was approaching thirty, after all.

And in her mind, she had always believed Gu Ning was waiting for her.

If not her, then who?

She had come back this time with marriage in mind.

It wasn’t that she was worried about Gu Ning getting older.

To her, she was still young, only twenty-four.

But what did that matter?

In China, women her age were already married with kids.

Abroad, it was different—freedom in marriage, no arranged marriage.

If things were going well, stay together; if not, split up.

Marriage and divorce were straightforward matters.