My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 946: Chapter 930: Send Back Chapter 946: Chapter 930: Send Back He had seen the child before.

Before she turned three, he had seen her—thin, small, not particularly attractive, and not at all clever.

He hadn’t expected that Tang Zhinian would eventually get into business and delve into real estate.

His daughter, who was both dull and slow-witted, was now among the doctors here.

Later, he saw her on television a few times, and he really didn’t understand how such an unremarkable child, who could even be called ugly, could grow up to become beautiful, especially on television.

It was then that he discovered Tang Zhinian’s daughter was incredibly photogenic.

Although she wore no significant makeup and donned only a simple white coat, and even though her hair was just casually tied up, she still stood out in a crowd and was instantly recognizable.

She was thin, with a small face and large eyes, which made her look very attractive on camera.

Many people would say that such a beautiful face was wasted if not on a celebrity.

But what’s wrong with her being a doctor?

Her hands were national treasures, capable of healing illnesses and saving lives.

The number of patients she had treated was countless, both domestically and internationally.

Appointments for her surgeries were backed up for months.

As Gao Peng reflected on these things, he couldn’t help but touch the child he was holding in his arms.

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“Following us, you wouldn’t have good days ahead, so let’s not delay your life.

Having such an aunt, at least you won’t suffer from illnesses and might live a long and healthy life.”

“I haven’t done many good deeds in my life, and I’m not a good person.

Staying with me won’t lead to anything good.

This time, I will do a good deed and send you home.”

“Grow up well from now on.”

He wanted to take a few more glances at his grandchild, but in the end, he restrained himself.

What is there to look at?

Let it be.

From now on, keeping a distance is better for everyone.

When he looked inside, he saw a young doctor sitting there, extremely thin to the point of being alarming.

Her straight, long hair was simply tied at the back of her head, clean and tidy, and her face and eyebrows were delicately shaped, emphasizing her radiant whiteness.

It was her.

He had seen Tang Yuxin once and found it difficult to forget her.

Not for any particular reason, but because she was so strikingly pale, not the pallor of Westerners.

She stood out markedly when among others, and having seen her once, he would not forget her again.

He squatted down, placed the child at the doorstep, then knocked on the door before hiding himself away.

Tang Yuxin set aside the medical case, propping her forehead with one hand while the other rested on the table, seemingly sketching something.

Little Bean had been missing for almost twenty-four hours, and they were preparing to report it to the police.

But what if those responsible were driven to desperation?

She hadn’t had proper rest for a long time, unable to sleep or eat.

And every mealtime, Gu Ning would rush back to prepare her three meals a day, just like before, or she wouldn’t even know what hunger felt like.

Mr.

Wang was fine, his health quite stable, and his heart hadn’t weakened further.

Given his age, his heart function was completely normal; in fact, she had maintained his cardiovascular health better than that of the average elderly person.

But this wellness was temporary.

If Douzi couldn’t be found, what good was the healthy heart she maintained for him?

He would still die of grief.

Lifting her wrist, she pulled at the watch on her wrist.

It was almost noon, and Gu Ning might arrive soon.

She closed her eyes, intending to rest them briefly.

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Even ten minutes would suffice, enough for her to have the energy for what was to come, but the frightening thing was she couldn’t even manage those few minutes of sleep.

Her fingers continued to trace on the table, slowly becoming lighter, until eventually, they stopped.

Outside, only a breeze sifted through, lifting the curtains and bringing a touch of chill.

The autumn that year went by quickly, and in the blink of an eye, winter was approaching.

It was unclear whether the extensive cold froze the body or the heart.

She had indeed fallen into a deep sleep, so deep that she didn’t hear the knock on the door—only the sound of the wind rustling the leaves, like wind chimes.

Meanwhile, Gao Peng, hidden outside, heard no response from within and puzzled over why no one had come out yet.

Had his knocking been too soft for the person inside to hear?

Perhaps it really was too soft.

Recalling the force he used, he indeed had not dared to knock loudly, fearing he might startle anyone inside, as well as those passing by.

Just as he was about to stand up and knock again, he saw a young man approaching quickly, carrying food in his hands, and with determined steps toward Tang Yuxin’s office.

Gao Peng froze his movements to stand, then hurriedly tucked himself into a corner, watching the man head towards the office while the child remained at the doorstep, visible with just a lowered gaze and also to anyone passing by.

Gu Ning checked his watch again; he was a bit late today because he had been reviewing surveillance footage, thankful that it was connected with their case—otherwise, accessing such extensive data would have been impossible.

Even though the data could be retrieved, it was problematic because of its sheer volume.

It would require meticulous effort to comb through it all.

However, if they could find the relevant footage, then they would likely ascertain who took Little Bean, where they went, and whether they had left Beijing.

Since the child had been missing for less than twenty-four hours, it was improbable they had time to leave the city in such a short span.

He touched the food container in his hand, freshly prepared by the housekeeper.

Tang Yuxin’s appetite had been poor lately; she was exhausted and had even performed two surgeries.

Her energy was completely drained, and if she didn’t eat properly, he feared she might fall ill.

She rarely got sick throughout the year, but when she did, it was invariably due to the intense workload at the hospital.

So if the hospital didn’t honor her with a model worker award, who else could they possibly award it to?

As he continued to move forward, he noticed something placed at the entrance to Tang Yuxin’s office.

Was it a trash bag?

But why would there be such a large, colorful trash bag?

But it wasn’t a trash bag—it was a blanket.