My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 972

Chapter 972: Chapter 956: The Revenge Seeker Has Arrived Chapter 972: Chapter 956: The Revenge Seeker Has Arrived “By the way, what did you and Wang Zitan talk about today?”

Tang Yuxin placed the medicine box aside before sitting in front of Gu Ning, propping her face up on his leg.

The two had been chatting for half an hour now.

Though it was said they were just chatting, she didn’t believe it.

Both men were nearly forty, too old for simple chatter, especially given their temperaments, which didn’t seem suited for idle talk.

“Actually, it wasn’t much,” Gu Ning lightly touched his forehead, no longer feeling the pain.

Being trained in martial arts, it was normal for him to get hurt and bleed, but it was still the first time he’d had to wrap his head in bandages for nearly a week.

“I just told Wang Zitan who had kidnapped Douzi and then sent him back.”

“Who was it?”

Tang Yuxin also became curious.

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How had she forgotten about this matter?

She had thought they hadn’t figured it out yet, which was why there had been no news.

It turned out they had solved it after all.

Gu Ning picked up his laptop, opened it, and placed it in front of Tang Yuxin.

“Take a look for yourself.”

Tang Yuxin leaned in closer, but when she clearly saw the person in the photo, she was startled.

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Him?

How could it be him?

The kidnapper was him?

This person—hadn’t Wang Zitan dealt with him a long time ago?

Or rather, she had told him to handle it, and indeed, after that, the man had never appeared before them again.

But how had he reappeared and kidnapped Douzi?

“Once Zitan goes and asks the person involved directly, we’ll know more.

But it’s likely he meant no harm.”

Gu Ning thought about Douzi’s state when he returned: his clothes were clean, he wasn’t starved, but perhaps being in a new environment had scared him into speechlessness.

Now, he was ready to risk his life for the factory, but there was still no sign of improvement.

At this point, any method that might improve the situation, any chance to make more money, even if it meant being someone’s dog, he was willing to try.

He came early that morning, dressed in his best clothes, hair slicked with oil, and shoes shining.

Feeling apprehensive, he searched for the meeting place and then, around a corner, saw a man dressed in a black suit, its darkness absolute and rigid.

Feeling an indescribable sense of oppression and tension from the man, he searched all around, checking each table.

But it seemed that only this man fit the bill; the others either had no one at them, were women, or were groups of people together.

After gritting his teeth, he finally approached the man and stood before him.

“Excuse me, are you...”

Before he could finish asking, the man looked up.

Familiar features, an intimidating presence that rejected others from a thousand miles away—the very person who had threatened him and caused him nightmares to this day.

Yes, that face.

He couldn’t be wrong.

He was absolutely certain.

He wanted to run, but his legs seemed glued to the spot, unable to take a single step.

His heart felt as if it were being clutched tightly, his breathing nearly coming to a halt.

Why was he encountering such a fearsome person again?

Could it be?

Remembering that matter, he broke out in a cold sweat, his shirt soaking through at the back.

This person wouldn’t send him to prison, would he?

He couldn’t afford that now, not with an injured father, a mentally unstable mother.

If he were truly sent away, it would be the death of his entire family.

“What, thinking of running?”

The man’s voice was almost icy, making Gao Peng instinctively swallow hard.

“You can run from the monk, but not from the temple.”

Another gut-wrenching statement.

Yes, you could run from the monk, but could you run from the temple?