My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 953: Chapter 937 Doctor Tang is in a Bad Mood Chapter 953: Chapter 937 Doctor Tang is in a Bad Mood “`

She didn’t care who Old Master Wang was, or what status he held.

In the hospital, she was the authority, and even the highest of ranks outside were merely patients here.

In the hospital, her word was law.

He could only leave when she said he could leave, only be discharged when she said he could be discharged.

If she said nothing, then he should just stay put.

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No amount of pleading from others would work, and certainly not from him.

“Yuxin, look, I’m all better now.”

Old Master Wang, who had just been scolding and fighting with his grandson, didn’t dare to behave that way in front of Tang Yuxin.

He was looking forward to the hundreds of jars of fine wine buried in Tang Garden, the wine that had been fermented year after year.

The wine he drank was from two years prior, and the very first batch buried should be about four years old by now.

Yet Tang Yuxin was so stingy, not giving him even a single jar.

It drove him to the point of wanting to dig it up himself, but he didn’t know where it was buried.

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He couldn’t just dig up Tang Garden as if a dog had gnawed through it.

Moreover, Tang Yuxin was absolutely right.

She was no ordinary person; she was the doctor, and in the hospital, she had the ultimate authority.

Her words to these patients were imperial edicts—if she said they could live, they would live; if she said they were going to die, they wouldn’t last much longer.

Especially Tang Yuxin, she was the busiest doctor in the whole hospital, naturally with the most surgeries scheduled and also the highest success rate.

In ancient times, she would have been called a divine healer, and in modern times, it was much the same, except no one called her that.

Not many patients had the privilege of being personally taken care of by her, because she was simply too busy.

Her schedule was always packed with surgeries; there was no time for anything else.

So Old Master Wang should feel honored that such a miraculous doctor as Tang Yuxin took his case, even though he was not ill or in pain.

Under Tang Yuxin’s cold gaze, Old Master Wang lost his composure, and certainly lacked the ferocity he had when kicking his grandson.

“Hook him up to an IV.”

Tang Yuxin instructed the nurse behind her.

Originally, they had planned to stop the IV, but this man was so uncooperative—throwing tantrums wasn’t acceptable.

Let’s see how many more needles he needs to endure to learn his lesson.

If he doesn’t remember, he’ll be getting injections until it hurts.

He should remember his age; he’s not young anymore and should take it easy.

This time it was heart failure; she wouldn’t be able to save him each and every time.

Saving such patients was sometimes harder than performing a surgery—time-consuming and mentally challenging.

Did he know how precious her time was, how busy her days were, how many days and nights she hadn’t had a proper sleep?

“Okay, Doctor Tang,” said the nurse, who then came over and started setting up the IV for Old Master Wang, who obediently lay there, not daring to say a word of protest.

As the nurse was giving Old Master Wang the injection, she whispered to him.

“Old Master, you mustn’t speak out.

Doctor Tang is in a bad mood today.

Just look at her face, and you’ll know.

We all dare not provoke her.”

“What’s happened to her?” Old Master Wang also asked the nurse cautiously, “Did someone step on her tail?”

“No,” the nurse whispered even lower, “the dean arranged two major surgeries for her without consulting her, and today was supposed to be her day off.”

“Two surgeries?” Old Master Wang held up two fingers.

“Two surgeries.”

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“Yes,” the nurse nodded earnestly, “It’s indeed two surgeries.”

For others, two surgeries might not be a big deal, as many doctors are sometimes scheduled for three or four in a day, and even five or six are not unheard of.

But Tang Yuxin was different—everyone knew that.

She dealt with the most difficult operations, some lasting over ten hours, so having one every two days was already taxing for her, let alone two in a single day.

A single surgery could last more than ten hours, and two would require over twenty hours.

There are only twenty-four hours in a day.

Was she going to go through this day without eating, drinking, or sleeping?

It was no wonder her face looked so drawn out.

Since the surgeries were already scheduled, even if she had to go the entire day without food or drink, she had to complete them.

These were matters of life and death; there was no room for error.

Old Master Wang hurriedly lay down, understanding that he should behave himself now.

Despite her hectic schedule, Tang Yuxin still took the time to attend to him, which spoke volumes about his status, didn’t it?

If he had been an ordinary person, she would not have bothered.

It was only because he was Douzi’s great-grandfather, her second aunt’s godfather, and her niece Sisi’s grandfather.

Without these connections, for an illness that was hardly an illness, there was no way Dr.

Tang would have personally intervened.

Standing to the side, Wang Zidong touched his nose.

Indeed, the saying goes that a scoundrel needs another scoundrel to grind him down.

At home, he ruled supreme, untouchable and catered to by everyone.

But the moment he was in front of Tang Yuxin, he didn’t even dare to let out a peep.

If Tang Yuxin directed him east, he wouldn’t dare go west.

If she said north, he wouldn’t consider south.

If told to lie down, he wouldn’t dare sit up.

If told to stand—even if his legs ached—he wouldn’t dare to lie down.

Just like now, with a mere glance from her, and without an extra word, his grandfather instantly turned into a grandson, understanding his place and acting accordingly with both the times and his situation.

As Tang Yuxin turned and walked away, Old Master Wang finally breathed a sigh of relief, and even the nurse dramatically wiped her forehead.

There was no helping it; working alongside Dr.

Tang was truly a test.

Dr.

Tang’s aura seemed to grow stronger and more formidable as time went by.

Tang Yuxin glanced at her wristwatch, then took out her phone and called Tang Zhinian.

“Dad, the little ones have a parent-teacher meeting; I’ll have to trouble you to attend.”

“Of course, I’ll go.”

In one hand, Tang Zhinian held the phone, and with the other, he was tying his tie in front of the mirror.

His grandkids’ parent-teacher meeting—it was his duty as their grandfather to attend.

Could he really expect them to go when they were too busy to even be at home?

But even if they were to come back, it was still he, Tang Zhinian, the grandfather, who would attend the meeting.

While everyone else might fear Tang Yuxin, she had a particular fear of her father, Tang Zhinian.

His word was law, and yet her father’s word could overturn hers.

Hanging up the phone, Tang Yuxin could only shrug her shoulders and then pat her face.

Alright, it was time for her to make the preparations.

These sudden surgery arrangements really overwhelmed her mind, and they were major surgeries too—major ones that could be fatal.

Wait, who did she see?

She curled her lips and squinted her eyes, spotting at once the glaring, shiny forehead that rivaled a 25-watt lightbulb.

In the hospital, if anyone’s appearance was the most conspicuous, it was none other than Director Zhu, especially these days as his middle-aged head began to bald, with hairs falling one by one.