My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 687

Chapter 687: Chapter 679: The Plan Chapter 687: Chapter 679: The Plan Little Chengcheng had his face slathered with saliva from Zhou Xiaomeng’s nibbles, but he still seemed quite happy—who wouldn’t be, when they could see their big sister here.

Tang Sisi had Xiaomeng watch over her little brother while she prepared to ask for leave, but Xiaomeng insisted on taking leave as well, figuring they could tour Beijing and take pictures together.

Being the playful type, how could she miss such an opportunity for fun?

Tang Sisi shrugged her shoulders and didn’t object.

Having Zhou Xiaomeng around was actually a plus; Xiaomeng loved to play, and with her, Sisi wouldn’t have to worry about looking after her brother all by herself, which even made going to the bathroom inconvenient.

At the very least, her brother would be happy playing with one more person.

As for Tang Yuxin, she had already returned to the hospital.

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It’s fair to say, after resolving the big trouble at home, she suddenly felt like the sky was bluer, the ground was wider, and even the air seemed fresher.

She left her little brother in Tang Sisi’s care without concern; as for herself, there really was no time to think about anything else.

With several surgeries a day to perform, she was so exhausted she didn’t even feel like lifting her arms afterward.

But sitting there on an empty stomach, staring at the empty house, she felt like she couldn’t get through another day.

Before, she hadn’t realized how dependent she was.

She knew that a single phone call would bring Uncle Gu whenever she needed anything.

She could have whatever she wanted to eat, but once Gu Ning left, she discovered she seemed incapable of doing anything on her own.

She took a bottle of mineral water and twisted the cap.

But for whatever reason, whether her hands were numb or she truly had no strength, she couldn’t even unscrew the cap.

Hopeless, completely hopeless.

She tossed the water bottle aside, unbearably thirsty, and decided to drink tap water; she was too tired to even boil water.

As she counted the days, wondering how long it had been since she last ate or slept properly, it seemed nearly two days had passed.

Fortunately, she had handed Chengcheng over to Tang Sisi.

Otherwise, her little brother would probably have had to starve along with her.

She guessed that her dad and the others should have arrived by now, perhaps even on their way back home.

Tang Yuxin took the bottle and started sipping from it.

“So, you should just not get married,” Tang Yuxin took another sip of water and then rested her head on the table, “If you get married, what am I going to do?”

Tang Yuxin was truly worried about her future.

Gu Ning had been away for only four days, and she was already living like a ghost.

What would her life be like if Gu Ning really got married and stayed married for life?

“Oh...” Gu Ning raised an eyebrow, “You say don’t marry, fine, then I won’t get married.”

Uncle Gu, you’re so nice, Tang Yuxin toasted him with her water bottle.

After all, Gu Ning wasn’t in any rush, so why not wait a few more years?

Let Zhang Xiaomei marry off first; there’s no harm in talking about it later.

Of course, she wasn’t that bad or selfish to want Gu Ning to stay single forever.

In fact, she thought she was looking out for Gu Ning’s best interest, even if she did have a slight selfish streak.

But after self-indulgence comes contemplation, who could say that her intentions weren’t good?

Gu Ning smiled, the coldness usually present in his eyes slowly warming, though Tang Yuxin didn’t notice—or perhaps she’d never even considered it.

At that moment, a breeze wafted by.

It carried with it the scent of fresh, grassy earth, and something else—a smell resembling herbs or perhaps alcohol.

It was slightly intoxicating, to be under such an unpolluted sky, in a world without smog.

In this place, summers were still cool and comfortable, springs saw flowers blooming in competition, autumns were abundant with fruit, and winters, while dry and cold, still had blue skies and visible greenery, and one could see the soil.

And hearts were pure as well.

Upon his return, Tang Zhinian didn’t linger at Tang Yuxin’s place as he had elders at home—specifically, Mr.

Wang, whom Zhang Xiangcao acknowledged as father and Chengcheng as grandfather.

The kinship might be seen as unusual, but it didn’t affect their fondness for each other.

Little Chengcheng was taken around by Tang Sisi and Zhou Xiaomeng on reckless adventures, and the two bigger ones were clearly delighted with their small companion.

As for Tang Zhinian, this visit wasn’t solely about seeing his daughter.

It was also driven by real estate restrictions back in his hometown, prompting his desire to expand in Beijing.