My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 692

Chapter 692: Chapter 684: Like Father, Like Son Chapter 692: Chapter 684: Like Father, Like Son “Then, how should it be treated?”

Before Qin Ziye could speak, a middle-aged man had already started asking.

This man bore a striking resemblance to Qin Ziye, with a particularly high degree of similarity in the brows and eyes.

He might have been Qin Ziye’s father or possibly an uncle, but it didn’t matter who he was, as Tang Yuxin didn’t need to recognize them.

“This is natural aging of the human body, and there are also some early signs of Parkinson’s disease in the elderly.”

Tang Yuxin put down the medical records, “Just reduce salt and oil intake, and pay attention to blood pressure and blood sugar levels, that’s all.”

“That’s it?”

The man seemed not to believe it.

“Yes, that’s it,” Tang Yuxin said, placing her hand in her coat pocket.

The examination here was over, “Director, I would like to leave,” she spoke to the director.

With common diseases, there was nothing she could do here, and she didn’t have any panacea that could cure diseases instantly.

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Especially with this kind of natural aging, it was the end point of human life, and no one was powerless to stop it.

“Uh...”

What could the director say?

But before the director could open his mouth, the man walked straight over and grabbed Tang Yuxin by the collar, catching everyone else off guard.

“You treat my dad right now, aren’t you very capable?

Didn’t you make Old Wang look younger?

Do the same for my dad,” the old man’s body was now weak, gasping after just a few movements, unable to do anything.

They had seen many doctors and visited countless hospitals to no avail, and now there was only Tang Yuxin.

She could cure Old Wang, so it should be the same for their family elder.

The man tried to clutch Tang Yuxin’s collar firmly, but his hand went numb, and he involuntarily let go of her collar.

Looking down, he saw his hands were numb, trembling intermittently.

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“Yuxin, are you alright?”

The director hurried over, shielding Tang Yuxin behind him, while glaring at the man who had grabbed her.

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“Qin Ziyi, let me say this one more time, I can’t cure age-related degenerative diseases.

No one can cure this type of illness, and you better not ask me to try.”

Tang Yuxin suddenly leaned in close to Qin Ziyi, her voice growing progressively colder.

“If you make me treat him, do you believe I could make him die even faster?”

That cold tone, such a solemn warning, left Qin Ziyi with wide eyes, his legs going weak, nearly collapsing to the ground.

Tang Yuxin’s eyes were cold, almost pure black, not showing a flicker of emotional turmoil in her dark pupils.

They were like a black vortex, soul-sucking, not beautiful, but destructive.

She would do as she said, don’t think for one moment that a doctor only saves lives; when necessary, they can also take lives.

Don’t think she is so easy to bully, either.

Those in this world who have bullied her have never ended well.

Don’t forget what happened to the Song Family when they bullied her.

She caused the Song Family to end without an heir.

She turned around and strode away from the place, though her neck still felt a slight pain.

She tried to ignore it but couldn’t quite manage, and even the oncoming wind seemed uncharacteristically cold.

“What’s wrong?” Gu Ning, carrying a lunch box, came over and found Tang Yuxin sitting in the cafeteria, somewhat lost in thought.

“It’s nothing,” Tang Yuxin smiled as she took the lunch box from him.

“What are we eating today?”

She opened the lunch box, and at the sight of the fried rice inside, she knew it was made by a cook from her hometown.

The cook’s dishes were the pure taste of her hometown, a flavor she had been eating since she was young, special and authentically delicious, something she, of course, loved very much.

She gave most of it to Gu Ning, leaving a smaller portion for herself.

Gu Ning hadn’t eaten either since he brought the food over,

Tang Yuxin didn’t like eating alone, mainly because it wasn’t enjoyable.

She preferred everyone sitting together to eat.

Although it wasn’t about competing for food, watching the person across from her eat the same meal was indeed a very delightful sight.

“What happened to your neck?”

Gu Ning had just picked up his chopsticks when he noticed some red marks on Tang Yuxin’s neck.