My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 815

Chapter 815: Chapter 799: Whoever said it, I guarantee not to hit him.

Chapter 815: Chapter 799: Whoever said it, I guarantee not to hit him.

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She hurriedly stood up, ran to open the door, then ran back, using less than five seconds in total, while Baozi still curiously tilted his head, staring at his mom.

He might have been wondering, what is Mom doing, is she playing?

Should he run too?

“It was a good call to let your grandpa come over,” Tang Yuxin poked her son’s cheek, “otherwise, I really wouldn’t be able to handle you.”

Only now did she realize how unseriously she had taken her role as a mother, it was because she hadn’t spent enough time with them that she was now all in a fluster, every day looking for someone to bail her out.

“Mommy...”

Baozi used his little paws to tug at Mommy’s sleeve, then rested his little head on her arm.

...

“What’s wrong?” Tang Yuxin touched her son’s forehead, worried that he might be feeling unwell.

“Mommy hungry, eat...”

Baozi patted his little chubby belly, indicating he was hungry.

Tang Yuxin poked her son’s little chubby belly.

“Baby, you’ve already eaten so much, you want more?

Aren’t you afraid your belly will burst open and then ‘boom,’ all sorts of colorful stuff will come flying out...?”

Just as she finished speaking, a sound of vomiting arose from outside.

Tang Yuxin turned her head and saw Guan Jing there, covering her mouth with one hand, clearly disgusted.

Baozi still cocked his head, then wiggled his little bottom and went off to play.

“You want something?” asked Tang Yuxin nonchalantly, without any intention of getting up to greet the visitor, regarding her not as a guest but rather as an uninvited acquaintance, and with such people, she really didn’t feel obliged to be polite.

“I...”

Guan Jing didn’t know what to say or how to start.

Despite knowing it was impossible, she had still come.

“Were you looking for me?” Tang Yuxin leaned against the windowsill, gazing impassively at Guan Jing.

She didn’t know what else they had to talk about or what they could say, let alone what kind of relationship they still had?

The doctor said I can no longer bear children, Guan Jing lifted her face, something flickered in her eyes, something that seemed like hope.

And what did she expect to hear?

Was it, “No worries, they say it can’t be done, but I can.”

Or was it, “I’ll cure you.”

But she was disappointed, Tang Yuxin was still sitting on the balcony, the fragmented light falling on her face.

Her skin was very young, probably just because she was young; after all, she was only in her twenties.

Compared to women in their nearly thirties, like Guan Jing, she was exceedingly younger.

And Guan Jing was just a woman nearing thirty, who had used drugs and had several abortions.

Her complexion and general appearance seemed much too old.

“I want to know...” Guan Jing licked her dry lips, her entire being was parched, devoid of any moisture, as if sun-dried to the point of no longer resembling her former self.

Even if someone said she looked forty now, people would believe it.

Sometimes a woman’s aging has nothing to do with her age or face, but rather her experiences.

And with the countless people Guan Jing had encountered, one could assume she had more than her share of experiences.

“What do you want to know?”

Tang Yuxin assessed her indifferently; the semblance of the naive little white flower was gone, replaced by a beaten cabbage frosted by the cold.

“Is it true that I really can’t have children?” Guan Jing clasped her hands tightly, “Can I still get pregnant?”

“Didn’t your doctor tell you already?” Tang Yuxin knew that this was likely what Guan Jing wanted to ask, what she wanted to know; asking if she, Yuxin, could cure her.

Yes, she could with several years of treatment, but that would require daily tea serving and other services.

What did she, Tang Yuxin, look like, a maid for hire?

Such a maid would be beyond the reach of ordinary households.

“But he said you could.”

Guan Jing interrupted Tang Yuxin mid-sentence, clutching at this lifeline as if, even in death, she would never let go.