My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 815: Chapter 799: Whoever said it, I guarantee not to hit him.

Chapter 815: Chapter 799: Whoever said it, I guarantee not to hit him.

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She hurriedly stood up, ran to open the door, then ran back, using less than five seconds in total, while Baozi still curiously tilted his head, staring at his mom.

He might have been wondering, what is Mom doing, is she playing?

Should he run too?

“It was a good call to let your grandpa come over,” Tang Yuxin poked her son’s cheek, “otherwise, I really wouldn’t be able to handle you.”

Only now did she realize how unseriously she had taken her role as a mother, it was because she hadn’t spent enough time with them that she was now all in a fluster, every day looking for someone to bail her out.

“Mommy…”

Baozi used his little paws to tug at Mommy’s sleeve, then rested his little head on her arm.

“What’s wrong?” Tang Yuxin touched her son’s forehead, worried that he might be feeling unwell.

“Mommy hungry, eat…”

Baozi patted his little chubby belly, indicating he was hungry.

Tang Yuxin poked her son’s little chubby belly.

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“Baby, you’ve already eaten so much, you want more?

Aren’t you afraid your belly will burst open and then ‘boom,’ all sorts of colorful stuff will come flying out…?”

Just as she finished speaking, a sound of vomiting arose from outside.

Tang Yuxin turned her head and saw Guan Jing there, covering her mouth with one hand, clearly disgusted.

Baozi still cocked his head, then wiggled his little bottom and went off to play.

“You want something?” asked Tang Yuxin nonchalantly, without any intention of getting up to greet the visitor, regarding her not as a guest but rather as an uninvited acquaintance, and with such people, she really didn’t feel obliged to be polite.

“I…”

Guan Jing didn’t know what to say or how to start.

Despite knowing it was impossible, she had still come.

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She used to be so high and mighty, a well-known socialite in Beijing, and played the piano beautifully.

The paintings she created would be sold for high prices.

But now, she found herself in such a lowly state, having to ask for help in a low voice.

“If you have something to say, just speak,” Tang Yuxin tucked her son under the blanket; the little guy nibbled on his fist and was about to fall asleep.

At this moment, Tang Yuxin really felt like kicking Guan Jing out.

Couldn’t she have picked a different time?

Didn’t she see that her little Baozi was just about to sleep?

She didn’t realize how bothersome the child could be, wanting to play until exhausted before sleeping.

Yuxin had just finished a surgery and was already tired enough; she only had enough energy to deal with her own Baozi.

As for others, she really didn’t want to see, listen, or ask.

The door opened once more, and Gu Ning walked in, still dressed in his military uniform, looking quite travel-worn, clearly just having finished his duties.

“Oh, we have guests?” He walked over and sat beside the bed, placing his son’s little hand back under the blanket and gently touching his forehead, which was warm but no longer scalding as it had been before, indicating the fever had subsided.

Although he wasn’t a doctor, he knew that once the fever subsided, there wouldn’t be any problems.

Seeing how peacefully the little one was sleeping now, he knew he wasn’t feeling too bad anymore.

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If it were truly uncomfortable, by now tears and cries would likely ensue.

“You go deal with your things; I’m here, that’s enough.”

Gu Ning gave his son’s little hand another squeeze, urging Tang Yuxin to attend to her matters.

Tang Yuxin opened the door and stepped out, while Guan Jing couldn’t help but steal another glance at the still sleeping child, so white and chubby, and extremely adorable.

It has to be said, Tang Yuxin’s children really knew how to grow.

There were quite a few children born in the military hospital, but none seemed to grow up quite like the two Tang Yuxin had.

They were just like the perfect children depicted in New Year paintings, like little dough buns, with big eyes and red lips.

Even without doing anything but stare at you with those shiny black eyes, they could melt your heart.

“Were you looking for me?” Tang Yuxin leaned against the windowsill, gazing impassively at Guan Jing.

She didn’t know what else they had to talk about or what they could say, let alone what kind of relationship they still had?

The doctor said I can no longer bear children, Guan Jing lifted her face, something flickered in her eyes, something that seemed like hope.

And what did she expect to hear?

Was it, “No worries, they say it can’t be done, but I can.”

Or was it, “I’ll cure you.”

But she was disappointed, Tang Yuxin was still sitting on the balcony, the fragmented light falling on her face.

Her skin was very young, probably just because she was young; after all, she was only in her twenties.

Compared to women in their nearly thirties, like Guan Jing, she was exceedingly younger.

And Guan Jing was just a woman nearing thirty, who had used drugs and had several abortions.

Her complexion and general appearance seemed much too old.

“I want to know…” Guan Jing licked her dry lips, her entire being was parched, devoid of any moisture, as if sun-dried to the point of no longer resembling her former self.

Even if someone said she looked forty now, people would believe it.

Sometimes a woman’s aging has nothing to do with her age or face, but rather her experiences.

And with the countless people Guan Jing had encountered, one could assume she had more than her share of experiences.

“What do you want to know?”

Tang Yuxin assessed her indifferently; the semblance of the naive little white flower was gone, replaced by a beaten cabbage frosted by the cold.

“Is it true that I really can’t have children?” Guan Jing clasped her hands tightly, “Can I still get pregnant?”

“Didn’t your doctor tell you already?” Tang Yuxin knew that this was likely what Guan Jing wanted to ask, what she wanted to know; asking if she, Yuxin, could cure her.

Yes, she could with several years of treatment, but that would require daily tea serving and other services.

What did she, Tang Yuxin, look like, a maid for hire?

Such a maid would be beyond the reach of ordinary households.

“But he said you could.”

Guan Jing interrupted Tang Yuxin mid-sentence, clutching at this lifeline as if, even in death, she would never let go.

“Who said that?

You can have them come see me.”

Tang Yuxin didn’t believe Guan Jing’s words.

The hospital was well aware of her medical skills—able to treat complicated conditions, extremely professional in both orthopedics and internal medicine—but nobody had ever seen her enable someone to have children.