My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 670: Chapter 662: Asking for Money Chapter 670: Chapter 662: Asking for Money She hadn’t expected that Tang Yuxin would bring them back, only to neglect them, leaving them without food or water.

Was she trying to make them fend for themselves?

Even worse, she couldn’t even blame Tang Yuxin, who herself had no food to eat.

“Then where do you eat?

Bring some back for us,” Jiani said.

Sang Zhilan’s request was out of desperation.

Now she wasn’t asking for fancy meals; as long as she and her daughter could fill their stomachs, that was enough.

After all, she remembered they were here seeking refuge, not on vacation.

“Bring?” Tang Yuxin found it quite ridiculous, yet she couldn’t even muster a laugh.

“I have to go on duty later and won’t have time to come back.

When you go out, turn left; there are many places to eat there.

Go, you can have whatever you want,” she said.

Tang Yuxin glanced at her watch.

Her days were squeezed so tight that she couldn’t even get enough sleep.

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How could she go out and come back again?

It would waste another hour just to buy food for her enemies.

Did they think she was a fool?

“But…” Sang Zhilan bit her lip, “we didn’t bring any money with us this time.

Give me some money.”

Tang Yuxin just stared at Sang Zhilan impassively.

So they expected to eat and stay for free and even had the audacity to ask for money.

She wondered how they could be so shameless.

Tang Yuxin took out her purse and pulled out some change.

Upon seeing the few bills, Sang Zhilan was reluctant to take them yet hesitated not to.

“This little bit, how is it enough?” she complained.

The small amount was hardly enough to buy them a meal.

“Then ask Wei Tian or Wei Jiani to give you some,” Tang Yuxin replied, about to take back the money.

She wouldn’t mind throwing the money at a dog but definitely didn’t want to give it to Sang Zhilan.

What was she complaining about?

Even the smallest amount could buy a few buns to last for several days.

During her time in that poor village, suffering and struggling, she didn’t even have enough for buns.

In her undergraduate years, she survived three whole years on a diet of steamed buns and pickles.

She scrimped and saved for a house and gnawed on dry pancakes for years.

And that’s how she made it through.

She wasn’t dependent on Sang Zhilan, so why should she support her?

There was no talk of mother-daughter affection; they had no such bond.

The very idea was laughable.

Sang Zhilan grabbed the money, scratching Tang Yuxin’s hand in the process and leaving a red mark on her skin.

Tang Yuxin withdrew her hand and looked at the back of it.

“Yuxin, I…” Sang Zhilan clutched the money tightly.

It was always the same; after she made a mistake, after she hurt someone, she would put on this facade.

But there was probably no guilt in her heart, only fear of no longer receiving any benefits.

“Don’t forget, I’m a doctor,” Tang Yuxin said softly, touching the back of her hand, “I can’t have wounds on my hands.

Before surgery, I have to wash my hands countless times, and during surgery, there’s always a risk of contracting viruses.

You dare say you don’t know that?

Ha…

And you say you’re my mother?”

Her words were not harsh, perhaps even somewhat nonchalant, but to Sang Zhilan, they felt like a blow to the eyes, making them sting.

She quickly turned and left, unable to face the sharpness of Tang Yuxin at that moment.

This version of Tang Yuxin was like a knife, capable of slicing her to bits, leaving her utterly humiliated.

Gu Ning placed the meal he brought in front of Tang Yuxin, food from his side’s cafeteria that was a bit better than the hospital’s fare.

Tang Yuxin didn’t particularly like the hospital meals for reasons unknown—perhaps they carried a peculiar flavor, be it from the water, the oppressing atmosphere, or the odor permeating the place.

Essentially, she really didn’t enjoy them, although she did like the military food quite a bit.

It was lucky that Gu Ning had some free time lately and had been preparing her three meals a day, otherwise, she really wouldn’t know where to scrounge up her daily sustenance.

“What’s this, you really let them stay?”

Gu Ning knew Tang Yuxin well—she felt no affection for Sang Zhilan and harbored absolute disgust for Wei Jiani.

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By allowing these people to remain under her watch, was she bored out of her mind or did she do it purposely to disgust herself?

“What else could I do, kick them out with a kick?” Tang Yuxin ate her meal calmly, seemingly unaffected in mood.

In fact, she was quite pleased, for she could witness Sang Zhilan and Wei Jiani’s plight first hand, dependent on others under her very eyes.

“I will ask my father to come over,” she said while poking at the rice in her bowl with her chopsticks.

There were some people she couldn’t chase away herself, but she knew their vulnerabilities, so she let them flounce about for a few days.

She wasn’t in a rush.

Soup has to be simmered slowly.

“By the way, can you find out what happened to them, why they’ve come to seek refuge with me?”

On observing the two, it was clear they had encountered someone, but it appeared unnecessary since Wei Jiani had managed to secure a wealthy second-generation suitor.

Recently, hadn’t she been very proud, boasting about her daughter’s success in finding a rich man, showering them in gifts of cars and homes?

Tang Yuxin understood both Wei Tian and Sang Zhilan very well.

If things were indeed so good, they wouldn’t give up their advantages so easily, likely having informed all their distant and close relatives.

Yet this time, they had arrived at her doorstep without any fanfare, ready to endure the scoffs of this contemptuous woman.

There was something odd about this.

“Okay, I’ll check it out for you tomorrow.”

Gu Ning glanced at his wristwatch; it was already late and he had no time left.

He would look into it the next day, to prevent that mother and daughter from causing trouble that might eventually affect Tang Yuxin, the most innocent party in all this.

“Yuxin…”

“Yes?”

Gu Ning called out her name, and Tang Yuxin continued to eat, but she seemed somewhat preoccupied, as if her mind was elsewhere.

Gu Ning picked up chopsticks and added some food to her bowl.

Tang Yuxin kept on eating, her eyes clear and complexion as flawless as porcelain, nearly without a single imperfection, though her expression was a bit faint and her gaze carried a bit more world-weariness.

“Did you hate her because she beat you severely back then?”

“Yes,” Tang Yuxin answered again.

“Where did you go that night?”

“I…”

Tang Yuxin’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, reminiscent of that night long ago; she had been young back then, and so had he.

“I went to find my own family’s way home.”

“Yes, good for you.”

Gu Ning smiled, “If I had sent you back then, perhaps your whole life would have been ruined.”

Suddenly, as if she realized something, Tang Yuxin looked deeply at Gu Ning, then lowered her head to focus on her meal, remaining silent.