My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s Chapter 1119

Sang Zhilan felt as though a bucket of icy water had been dumped over her, leaving her heart frozen in an instant.

“There is no money,” Sang Zhilan murmured, barely recognizing her own voice.

On the other end of the line, Wei Jiani was stunned. To her, the idea of there being no money was completely inconceivable.

If the funds were gone, what would she live on? How was she supposed to afford her future purchases?

“Mom, how can you say there’s no money? It’s been over a month; shouldn't you have received your salary by now?” In the past, her parents provided for her every single month.

She had intentionally waited a month to ask, assuming she could collect two months' worth of support at once. Since they usually gave her five thousand yuan monthly, she expected a lump sum of ten thousand yuan. She was counting on that money to survive.

But what was this news? No money? How was that possible?

Sang Zhilan couldn't bear to listen to Wei Jiani’s voice any longer and abruptly ended the call.

Unlike her daughter, Sang Zhilan was burdened by a debt of four hundred thousand yuan. Given her age, she knew that if she didn't focus on earning, she would never be able to pay it back. Failing to repay the debt wasn't just a minor issue; without payment, that person would withdraw their protection and assistance.

Wei Jiani stared at her phone in disbelief after being hung up on. Her mother, who had pampered her and fulfilled her every whim since childhood, had actually cut her off?

Frustrated, she dialed Wei Tian’s number instead. As soon as he picked up, she launched into a barrage of complaints.

Wei Tian held the phone in one hand while smoking with the other. He let out a soft cloud of smoke and glanced down at his leg. It was still held together by steel pins, throbbing with a dull ache. Forget two months—would he even be recovered in two years? It was a miracle he could walk at all; if Sang Zhilan hadn't insisted on his treatment, he would have lost half his limb by now.

“Dad, why aren't you saying anything?” Wei Jiani’s voice rose with impatience when she met only silence from his end.

What was there left to say?

Wei Tian crushed his cigarette and tucked the unburnt half back into the pack. He realized he could no longer spend recklessly. Every cent he had now was needed to keep himself alive. For him, money had literally become his lifeline.

“Dad, when are you sending the money?” Wei Jiani paced her room, her anxiety growing. She wouldn't feel at peace until the cash was firmly in her grasp.

“I don’t have any money,” Wei Tian replied, echoing his wife.

“How is that possible? How can you have nothing?” Wei Jiani’s voice escalated into a sharp shriek.

Both parents were employed, they lived frugally, and they didn't have many expenses. Together, they earned seven to eight thousand yuan a month. Even after giving her five thousand, they should have been able to save two thousand. After two months, they should easily have ten thousand yuan. Why were they claiming to be broke?

They had to have money. There was no way they didn't.

“I truly have no money,” Wei Tian said, listening to a daughter who now sounded like a complete stranger. He had been hospitalized for a long time, yet she hadn't visited once or even asked about his condition. Instead, she had been willing to trade his leg for a house payout.

He felt a deep sense of despair. How could he rely on such a daughter for care in his old age? She didn't even have a job; despite being married, she still expected her parents to support her rather than honoring them.

“Dad, you’re just joking, right?” Wei Jiani desperately hoped he was kidding.

“What kind of joke would this be?” Wei Tian was different from Sang Zhilan; he could be cunning with outsiders, but he was blunt and honest with his daughter.

“I had to have surgery and now I owe people money. Nini, your mother and I have given you so much over the years; you should give some back to us so we can clear this debt.”

“You borrowed money?” Wei Jiani interrupted him with another piercing scream. “Dad, how could you owe money to anyone? Why would you do that?”

“I needed to save my leg. Without that money, it would have been amputated.” Wei Tian looked at his limbs. He didn't regret the expenditure for a second. His leg was still attached, and that made it worth every penny.

“What do you even need a leg for?” Wei Jiani kicked the wall in a fit of rage. “What use is a leg at your age? Since it happened at work, you should have just let your workplace support you for life. Don't you have insurance? It would have been much better to trade the leg for a cash settlement.”

Wei Tian’s hand shook as he lit the half-cigarette again. He struggled to process the harsh words. He wondered if this was truly his daughter speaking. Every word she uttered felt like a dagger to his heart. Could a child really say such things? Was this even human behavior?

To her, her father’s limb was worth less than a bit of cash. Had she lost her mind? Had she lost every shred of morality?

Wei Tian took a deep drag. “Nini, we borrowed from loan sharks. The interest is high every month. You need to send us some money first.”

The line went silent for a long time. When Wei Tian tried to speak again, Wei Jiani hung up. He tried calling back, but she rejected the call repeatedly until she finally turned off her phone entirely.

Wei Tian finished his cigarette, ground the butt into the floor with his good leg, and limped away. In that moment, he seemed to age ten years, his posture becoming weathered and bent.

That night, when Wei Tian told Sang Zhilan what had happened, she wasn't surprised. A mother knows her child best, and she was well aware of Wei Jiani’s profound selfishness. From the moment the girl refused to help save her father and suggested selling his leg for compensation, Sang Zhilan knew the daughter they had raised was gone.

She was heartless, as predatory as a wolf and as cold as ice. She was a vampire, intent on draining them dry.

“From now on, we live for ourselves,” Sang Zhilan said firmly. “We’ll act as if we never had a daughter.”