My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 942: Chapter 926: Where Did The Stolen Child Come From?

Chapter 942: Chapter 926: Where Did The Stolen Child Come From?

Zhang Xiangcao opened her suitcase again, repacked her neatly folded clothes, one by one, back into it.

As for Tang Sisi, she changed into her swimming suit and went outside to swim.

However, as soon as the sunlight outside touched her face, she couldn’t help but feel a bit dizzy.

She hurriedly closed her eyes and leaned on the railing for support.

She couldn’t tell how long it had been before the dizziness finally passed.

“How strange,” she muttered to herself, unable to explain the sudden anxiety and discomfort.

It wasn’t until she saw the ocean again that she was awestruck by its magnificence, running and jumping towards the waves.

Meanwhile, in the hospital, Tang Yuxin sighed softly and put her phone back into her pocket, then strode forward.

Sisi had always listened to her.

She just hoped that this time she would continue to listen.

Don’t come back.

She really didn’t want the hospital to admit two more patients of theirs; she was already too busy to manage.

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She opened the door to the patient’s room, where the nurse was still inside.

“How is he doing?” she went over, pulled Mr.

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Wang’s wrist from under the blanket.

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Wang indeed had aged; a few years back he was still vigorous, his spirits lifted by his medicinal wine.

But this time, even his age spots had appeared on his face.

“He’s doing fine,” the nurse flipped through the medical records she had written.

“Took his temperature three times, and it was always normal, but he hasn’t woken up.”

“I understand, go ahead with your work, thank you,” Yuxin said.

Tang Yuxin sat down, exhaling a breath of relief, but even she didn’t know how much longer these moments of respite would last.

At that time, they had no idea that somewhere in a secluded area, far from the city center with few people and rarely visited, something was unfolding.

Inside a unit house there, when Gao Peng arrived home, he was shocked to see the child his parents were holding.

“Mom, where did you steal this child from?” he asked.

Gao Peng’s first thought was whether his parents had stolen the child somewhere.

“What do you mean ‘stolen’?” his mother glared at him, “This is my great-grandson.

It’s taken me the energy of nine oxen and two tigers to finally hold him in my arms.

Look at him closely, he looks so much like you.”

Gao Peng coughed, feeling extremely awkward.

The child was very small, sitting quietly.

He had a serious little face, big eyes with double eyelids, and a rosy plump mouth.

Whatever the case, he couldn’t see any resemblance to himself.

He really felt that his mother’s vision was failing.

“Mom, whose child is this?” he asked.

Zhang Peng came over and sat on the sofa, trying to play with the child.

But the child turned his face away, not cooperating with him, refusing to let him touch.

“I told you, this is my great-grandson,” the grandmother said, quickly taking the child in her arms.

But the child continued to struggle.

“Stop moving, or I’ll hit you,” she snapped at the child.

Startled, tears began to well up in the child’s eyes and started to fall again.

“Don’t be afraid.”

Gao Peng’s mother stroked the child’s little face, “In a moment, grandma will make you some delicious food, and as long as you behave, grandma will be very, very good to you, you know?”

“If you understand, nod your head.”

The child bit his tiny lips and finally nodded reluctantly, but he looked very pitiable.

“He can’t speak?”

Gao Peng pointed at the child, having been back for so long.

But he had never heard the child utter a word, wondering if the child was really mute.

“He’s still young; when he grows up, he’ll be able to speak.”

Gao’s mother then picked up the child again and playfully teased him.

“Mom, you still haven’t told me whose child this actually is?”

Gao Peng had asked for quite a while now and still had not gotten any answers.

This child wasn’t one of their neighbors’; he had lived in this area for who knew how long and was familiar with all the families with children, especially those who appeared before his eyes every day.

It was obvious the child had a stranger’s face, and he was good-looking too, dressed in fine clothes, his skin fair, and his hair well-cut, clearly a child from a wealthy family.

Of course, suddenly having an extra child at home was bound to strike him as odd.

“I’ve already told you; this is my grandson,” Gao Peng’s mother held the child tightly, speaking to Gao Peng with a tone that was somewhat agitated, certainly due to her excitement, she nearly strangled the child.

Gao Peng really found it hard to continue the conversation with his mother in such a state.

Ever since she had found out she had a granddaughter and a great-grandson but was neither permitted to see nor acknowledge them, she had acted like this, somewhat neurotic every day.

As for Gao’s father, his legs had healed, but now he didn’t want to walk and spent all his time cooped up inside.

As for him, he watched over his little factory, which wasn’t as good as it used to be, with barely any business.

The workers were few, and so were the workshops—barely getting by day to day, just managing to maintain their current lifestyle.

He spent all day revolving around the factory and had no time to mind other matters, let alone find time to take care of a woman for himself.

He was barely scraping by himself; he certainly didn’t need the burden of supporting a woman too.

And those women, they were willing to be with him when he was a factory director with money, what did he have now?

Just a stomach, and almost no hair left on his head, just a greasy middle-aged uncle with no money—only a fool would be with him.

Of course, it was only after this ordeal that he realized the only person who had ever truly cared for him in this world was Zhang Xiangcao.

But now, Xiangcao belonged to someone else, his daughter was someone else’s, and it was impossible to acknowledge his grandson.

He was abandoned by all; thinking about it made him feel miserable.

“Mom, what are you doing?” He had just come back to his senses when he realized the child in his mother’s arms was crying so hard he was nearly hoarse, and she was still gripping the child tightly—it was as if she was about to strangle someone else’s child to death.

He hurriedly snatched the child from his mother’s arms and saw the child crying breathlessly, his small nose sniffling, his little cheeks flushed and pitifully red from crying.

As soon as Gao’s mother saw the child taken away, she became frantic and didn’t care to see who it was, but immediately reached out to grab.

Gao Peng was startled too, instinctively putting up his hand to block, and his mother’s fingernails scratched across his arm, nearly leaving five bloody marks.

“Give me the child.”

Gao’s mother reached out her hand to Gao Peng—nobody was allowed to snatch her child away.