My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 1105

Chapter 1105: Chapter 1087: It’s You Chapter 1105: Chapter 1087: It’s You Tang Yuxin thought back to the snow disaster from earlier in the year, and hadn’t heard of any major incidents.

If something significant had happened, she definitely would have known.

“Then you should start preparing now,” Tang Yuxin yawned and then rested her head on Gu Ning’s lap, “like anti-skid tires, industrial salt, and so on.”

“Do we need to start this early?”

Gu Ning asked with a smile, wondering if just one day of snow called for such thorough preparations.

Tang Yuxin squinted her eyes, looking coolly at Gu Ning, “When have we not managed to turn danger into safety because of me?

So trust me, my intuition isn’t wrong, and who knows, maybe I even have some predictive abilities,” she said half-seriously, half-jokingly.

Of course, her so-called predictive abilities hadn’t been around for a few years, and she might as well use them while she could.

As for the future, she would just have to play it by ear.

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Such predictive abilities couldn’t be eaten as food, so she wouldn’t rely on them too much; life was a path made by walking.

There was no need to know the future, and knowing too much about the future could mean missing out on many surprises.

“Alright then, that’s settled.”

Gu Ning stretched out his hand and ruffled Tang Yuxin’s hair, “Once you go to work, I’ll start getting things ready.”

Tang Yuxin then pulled up the covers and decided to get some sleep.

How much she slept didn’t really matter because Gu Ning was there anyway, and besides, she was just going to stop by the hospital for a visit, not to arrange any surgery.

By the afternoon, Tang Yuxin had left the house.

She wrapped herself tightly in her clothes, still not quite accustomed to the cold.

Just a few days ago the sun had been shining brightly, but now it was snowing heavily.

She walked on, the snow falling heavily, but it seemed to be melting a bit, as if the weather might clear up.

However, she knew that this was just an illusion.

She didn’t ask Gu Ning to drop her off, instead telling him to go prepare those things.

It was better to have everything ready now rather than scrambling when they were actually needed.

After all, disaster relief was all about racing against time.

Soon, she had arrived at the hospital entrance, and she needed to report back to Director Zhu to end her leave.

As for whether her salary would be docked, she really didn’t think Director Zhu would dare.

“Yuxin, you’re here,” Director Zhu said with a smile as wide as an old chrysanthemum upon seeing her.

After she had seen her new dormitory, she returned to her office to flip through patients’ cases and arrange for the upcoming tasks.

Her surgery schedule was indeed packed and frequent.

Additionally, after the holidays, she had a major surgery to perform almost every other day, a pace that would continue for two months before it might get slightly better.

“Knock Knock...”

As she was carefully going through these cases and jotting down surgery-related notes, a knocking sound came from outside.

“Come in,” she called out, without halting her ongoing task.

The door opened, and someone came in.

The moment this person entered, Tang Yuxin stopped what she was doing and then pretended to organize other things casually.

It was a stranger, with a hint of perfume.

Among people she knew, none liked wearing perfume, particularly not men’s perfume.

It wasn’t uncommon for men to wear perfume, but she greatly disliked it—it wasn’t just men, she wasn’t particularly fond of women wearing it either.

Perfume could mask a person’s natural scent, which sometimes was a significant medical clue for her, so she disliked these artificial fragrances.

And yet, someone was wearing perfume now, and it was a man.

The person approached, and the scent of the perfume grew stronger.

Tang Yuxin lifted her face and placed the medical records aside.

“Are you Tang Yuxin?”

Tang Yuxin confirmed she had never seen this person before; indeed, he was a stranger.

A man, very young—around twenty-four or twenty-five—with an earring on his right ear and bleached blonde hair.

Well, blonde hair—it was dyed, not natural.

Half flashy, half subdued, and somewhat eccentric—potentially likable to many and considered a ‘fresh young face’, but Auntie Tang Yuxin preferred the more mature charm of her family’s Gu Ning—what more could she say?

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“Yes, I am Tang Yuxin,” she answered, pulling open a drawer, taking out her work badge, and putting it on.

She had been busy and forgotten to wear it; now it was clear—it had her name printed clearly in three characters, Tang Yuxin.

You can read Chinese, can’t you?

You know the characters, don’t you?

“Oh, so it’s you?”

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