My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s Chapter 1120

Wei Tian had finally accepted the reality of his circumstances.

While consuming the meager food spread across the table, he found himself unable to stop longing for his daughter.

Yet, he questioned the value of clinging to a daughter so devoid of gratitude and heart.

Furthermore, providing for her was no longer within their means.

They were burdened with debts exceeding forty thousand yuan that required repayment every year.

Once their most basic necessities were covered, they were left with nothing at all.

It occurred to them that Wei Jiani likely had no desire for parents as useless as they had become.

“I understand,” Sang Zhilan whispered while eating, though her nose prickled with the sting of suppressed tears.

If she would just reach out and admit she was wrong, I would find it in my heart to forgive her.

Even if I had to survive on nothing but husks and wild greens every day, I would give her everything I possess.

Wei Tian let out a heavy sigh, harboring the same sentiment; he was also holding out hope for a call from Wei Jiani.

His requirements were modest, truly humble—he simply wanted to hear Wei Jiani call him "Dad" one more time.

However, they remained oblivious to the truth.

Since the moment Wei Jiani had cut off the call with Wei Tian that afternoon, she had never reached out again.

Whenever they attempted to contact her, the phone was either ignored or completely powered down.

Despite their desperate yearning to see their child, the Zhang Family had relocated.

The destination of their move remained a mystery to everyone.

Neighbors reported that they had departed in a great hurry without a word of notice.

Their residence had been stripped bare in a single day.

Naturally, no one could say where they had vanished to.

In the meantime, Wei Tian and Sang Zhilan continued to wait for the call from their daughter that they both craved and feared.

They waited through endless days, months, and years.

The passage of time was so great that their daughter’s face began to fade from memory as they grew increasingly frail.

This prolonged waiting left their spirits hollow, and their sense of disappointment in her grew more profound with each passing season.

Just like that, fifteen years of their lives were spent in waiting.

“This marks the final installment.”

Both Sang Zhilan and Wei Tian had remained employed within the same work unit.

Sang Zhilan had already entered retirement, and Wei Tian was on the verge of doing the same.

With this last debt cleared, they could finally reserve their pension funds for their own needs.

Aside from the two of them, the only other occupant of the house was a stray dog Wei Tian had rescued three years prior.

Though the animal had only been with them for three years, it seemed to possess a keen understanding of human nature and never complained about their impoverished living conditions.

A deep bond had formed between the couple and the dog.

This final sum of money was intended for Tang Yuxin, even though the Tang Family viewed such an amount as insignificant.

Nevertheless, because it was a debt, they were determined to pay it back.

Fifteen years had slipped away, and though it was a bitter pill to swallow, they had realized that perhaps their past sins had cursed them with such a cold-blooded daughter—one who could abandon her own flesh and blood so easily.

The television hummed in the background while the dog rested at Wei Tian’s feet.

A financial segment was playing on the screen, featuring Tang Xincheng, the son Tang Zhinian had fathered in his thirties.

He had risen to become the most talented heir of the Tang Family, pushing their corporate empire to new heights; it was no stretch to call the Tangs the wealthiest clan in Beijing.

As for Tang Yuxin, their paths had never crossed in person.

However, she had attained fame as a miracle doctor on both a national and global scale, recognized as a literal national treasure in the medical field.

Her reputation spanned the entire country.

They only ever caught fleeting glimpses of her on the news.

While everyone else withered and aged, she alone seemed untouched by time, neither gaining weight nor showing a single wrinkle, her hair remaining as black as ink—it was as if time itself had simply passed her by.