My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 953

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.

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“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.

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.

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.