My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 676: Chapter 668 Sending Away the Beggar Chapter 676: Chapter 668 Sending Away the Beggar “`

Tang Yuxin listened as Sang Zhilan spoke words of self-disdain and self-shame, and she couldn’t even be bothered to roll her eyes at her.

“Those who adhere to different paths do not make plans together,” she thought.

She and Sang Zhilan truly had no mother-daughter bond; if they weren’t enemies in their past life, no, they must have been enemies even in the life before that.

If they weren’t enemies, then how could it be that a mother could point at her own daughter and curse her, scold her for being promiscuous, berate her for being shameless—all in public, in the place her daughter works, humiliating her own flesh and blood without a second thought?

Perhaps it was because of these words, this scolding, that Tang Yuxin’s job was thoroughly ruined.

She might no longer be able to stay at the military hospital and it might even destroy her whole life.

Sang Zhilan cursed to her heart’s content, but Tang Yuxin’s expression grew colder and colder.

As for how Tang Yuxin felt, to be honest, she didn’t feel much at all, perhaps just numbness.

Yes, that was it—numb.

Such accusations, such humiliation, such insults were all too familiar and all too numbing from her previous life.

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Sang Zhilan’s scolding started from the day she arrived at the Wei Family.

What she remembered most were not others, but Sang Zhilan’s beatings, Sang Zhilan’s curses.

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It was only because she didn’t live with the Wei Family in this lifetime that Sang Zhilan didn’t get a chance to scold her.

Now, hearing such accusations and insults out of the blue, she actually found them somewhat comically endearing.

“Tell me, what have you been doing?

Staying out all night, what do you think you’ve become?”

Tang Yuxin straightened her clothes and finally moved, finally spoke.

“What have I become?

A doctor?”

Tang Yuxin slightly curled the corners of her mouth, “Don’t you know that doctors have to be on duty?”

A flash of annoyance crossed Sang Zhilan’s face, along with the embarrassment and awkwardness of being figuratively slapped in the face.

“Why didn’t you tell me if you were on duty?” Sang Zhilan remembered her previous eager scolding, felt her face burn with shame.

She had spoken intentionally, but why didn’t Tang Yuxin say anything, why didn’t she explain, leaving her to scold needlessly for so long?

Was it intentional, or was it to make a laughingstock of her?

It wasn’t embarrassment from scolding her daughter wrongly that troubled her, but the way she had looked while berating someone.

She thought of two words to describe it—tea kettle.

Such a shrew-like manner of scolding made her feel ungraceful, not to mention how it appeared to others.

“Why should I have told you?”

Tang Yuxin leaned to one side, her demeanor still frosty, her eyes tinged with mockery.

This look had cost Sang Zhilan a great deal, and she knew that whenever Tang Yuxin wore this expression, the words to follow were surely those Sang Zhilan did not wish to hear.

“Yuxin, Mom is just worried about you, which is why I’m being severe,” Sang Zhilan sighed, truly resembling a mother, a mother worried her daughter might go astray, a mother frustrated at not being able to forge iron into steel—ignoring the occasional rumbling from her stomach, making it clear that this wasn’t worry for her daughter; she was simply hungry.

If it weren’t for the fact that Tang Yuxin had suffered all her life, numbed by Sang Zhilan’s harsh and helpless tone, she might have been fooled once again.

Everyone needs a mother, and she was no exception, but in this lifetime, the concept of a mother was never associated with Sang Zhilan for her.

Tang Yuxin mocked with a slight curve of her lips, “I accept your severity, but I still have work to do, please go back.”

She straightened up, patted the wrinkles out of her clothes—she was not Wei Jiani, who could afford to be idle and just take what belonged to others,

Others’ houses, others’ reputations, others’ husbands, and even others’ families.

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Tang Yuxin was a sincere person; her father had always told her from a young age that one must be grounded in reality, and never engage in deceitful acts like theft or burglary, for if you deceive life, life will deceive you in turn.

In this world, everything can be a lie, but sincerity should never be compromised.

“Yuxin,” when Sang Zhilan saw Tang Yuxin leaving, she couldn’t let that happen—she was still hungry, without a single penny on her, and the last of her money wasn’t even enough for two bowls of noodles.

She could only scrape together enough for one bowl.

Now penniless, she had nowhere to eat, and had been hungry for a day.

If she continued like this, she truly would starve to death.

Not to mention Wei Jiani who lay at home, equally weak from hunger.

“Yuxin, mom hasn’t eaten yet, you…”

That sentence, “Can you give me some money,” seemed too hard to say, no matter how thick-skinned she might be.

She knew all too well how difficult it was to ask Tang Yuxin for money.

First, she had never raised this daughter.

Second, she had violently abused this daughter.

Third, she had disowned this daughter.

With all these factors, and all that had transpired, the things she had said and done couldn’t just be undone as if they never happened.

She couldn’t simply retract everything now and ask for money.

Tang Yuxin fumbled on herself for a while before finally pulling out a coin and placed it in front of Sang Zhilan.

Sang Zhilan’s face changed dramatically.

“Yuxin, do you think you’re dealing with a beggar?”

Tang Yuxin suddenly smiled, a smile like the thawing of ice and snow, yet still sharp enough to cut to the bone.

“Jin Wenhan’s father is here right now.

If you don’t want him to see you…”

At the mention of Jin Wenhan’s name, Sang Zhilan’s face instantly turned ashen.

She snatched the coin from Tang Yuxin’s hand and left without looking back.

Indeed, it seemed the wicked in this world would always grind down the wicked.

Evil people are not afraid of good people; they only fear those who are even more ruthless than themselves.

Sang Zhilan almost seemed to flee back to Tang Yuxin’s courtyard, but as she reached the entrance, she realized she still hadn’t bought anything to eat.

Yet what could a single coin buy?

Three baozi, five flatbreads—not even half a bowl of noodles.

With a hardened resolve, she turned back, covering her face with her sleeve the entire way, fearful of encountering someone she knew.

The thing Wei Jiani had done could very well lead to execution by firing squad—after all, even though the person she had attacked had not died, she would still face jail time.

And if the victim had died, with someone like Jin’s mother who wouldn’t tolerate even a speck of dust in her eye, how could she let them get away easily?

Yet it seemed that what should go wrong, would go wrong.

How had Jin Wenhan’s father ended up at Tang Yuxin’s hospital?

Was this targeted at them, or was it mere coincidence?

Beijing was so vast; was it really necessary for them to converge here?