My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 990

Chapter 990: Chapter 974: Wish You Luck Chapter 990: Chapter 974: Wish You Luck Chen’s mother shook her head at her son, then picked up the burdensome luggage and followed behind Chen’s father.

Even though she hadn’t said a single word of refusal, Yuncheng already knew her answer.

She also wanted him to go back, to return to that small mountain ravine.

Was he destined to never make a name for himself in his whole life?

He didn’t want to go back; he wanted to return to school.

He was only a year away from graduation, and only after graduating could he find a good job.

“Are you coming or not?” Chen’s father stopped in his tracks and shouted forcefully at Yuncheng, “If you don’t go, from now on don’t call me dad, and I won’t have a son like you.”

Chen’s mother tugged at Chen’s father’s sleeve, yet both of them had tears streaming down their faces.

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They didn’t want to, they were reluctant, but...

Yuncheng watched as his old father and mother left, thinking back to his own father’s words, “If you don’t go, we won’t have a son like you.”

Ever since he had become sensible, he had never seen his father so angry.

The fierce determination in his father’s actions had frightened him, and he hurried to follow them.

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However, his heart was aching with sorrow, as if once he left, he would never be able to return; once he left, perhaps she too would never be able to come back.

Outside the hospital, Tang Yuxin watched the fading silhouettes of the three people, her thoughts unknown.

“Dr.

Tang...”

Zhou Xiaomeng walked over and stood next to Tang Yuxin.

“Dr.

Tang, how long do you think he has?”

Zhou Xiaomeng’s heart ached because they would likely never see each other again.

Even if they did meet, it might only be with a cold, lifeless body.

It would be better to die cleanly than that.

“Half a year,” Tang Yuxin said.

In truth, Tang Yuxin didn’t want to say it; it could be half a year, it could be a year.

Perhaps the medicine that wasn’t working now might unexpectedly start to work; who could say it wasn’t possible?

She walked over and sat in front of the two children, watching them write.

Though they were writing slowly, it was clear that they were laying a solid foundation.

“Keep writing well,” Tang Yuxin said as she patted her son’s little head and rubbed the other one too.

She sat with them for a while before she went off to take care of other things.

By morning, she felt something wasn’t quite right?

Sisi and Xiaobai’s complexions didn’t seem too good, and she initially thought it was the light.

But when she stood under that kind of light, why didn’t she have that feeling?

She got up and hurried into the yard, turned on the light, and pushed up her sleeves to put her arm under the light.

No, this wasn’t right at all.

“Gu Ning...”

She called into the house.

Gu Ning had worked overtime the previous night and only fell asleep in the wee hours.

She wondered if he was awake now.

What’s wrong, Gu Ning came out, his hair still damp, presumably from just having woken up and taken a shower.

“Come with me to the kindergarten.”

Tang Yuxin checked her watch—it was already past nine.

Kindergarten would have already started classes before eight o’clock.

“What’s happened?” Gu Ning could sense that Tang Yuxin’s expression was overly worried and asked quickly.

“Don’t ask now, we need to get there first,” Tang Yuxin said, and headed for the door without even grabbing her phone or wallet.

“Alright, just wait a moment,” Gu Ning hurried back inside, changed his clothes in less than three minutes, grabbed his car keys, and came out.

Then he drove towards the kindergarten.

On the way there, Tang Yuxin seemed lost in thought, her face unusually grave, and Gu Ning didn’t ask any more questions—he needed to concentrate on driving.

This area used to have few people and cars, but with the recent development boom in real estate, the traffic and pedestrian flow had increased significantly, comparable to the bustling areas of Beijing.

Some say this place could become another major urban area of Beijing in the future, and it would not be hard to believe.

As the car approached the area, the pace slowed down.

Tang Yuxin counted the seconds of the red light, periodically clutching the corners of her clothing.