My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s Chapter 1121
Previously on My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s...
Even though she had already passed her fortieth year, her skin retained the radiant glow of a young girl. Far from just appearing youthful among her contemporaries, she looked more like a sibling than a parent when standing beside her son.
Wei Tian meticulously counted the currency, note by note. The amount was exact; not a single cent was missing, nor was there any surplus.
In this modern era, smartphones have become so essential that wallets are almost obsolete, yet the couple remained old-fashioned. Since no one had instructed them on how to navigate these new devices, they stuck to their traditional routine of withdrawing physical cash before making bank transfers.
Over the span of fifteen years, they had managed to repay Tang Yuxin a grand total of 550,000, covering both the initial principal and the accumulated interest.
“Let us go and settle this so we can finally be free of this debt,” Sang Zhilan remarked, rising to her feet. Though they were aging, they were fortunate to possess robust health, remaining energetic and free from the typical aches of old age. With this financial burden finally lifted, they could look forward to a peaceful retirement. While their pensions were modest, the funds would be ample for their simple lifestyle.
Wei Tian gave a nod of agreement and accompanied Sang Zhilan to the bank. They moved the entire sum onto a specific card, the digits of which were burned into their memories. For more than a decade, they had diligently deposited funds into this account every fifteenth day of the final month. For fifteen years, they had never once faltered or missed a deadline. Today, as the final installment was processed, it felt as though the massive weight they had carried for years had finally vanished.
Once the transaction was complete, Sang Zhilan suddenly covered her face, weeping silent tears. Wei Tian offered a comforting pat on her back.
“From this moment on, we no longer have to live for the sake of others.”
“Yes,” Zhilan replied, lifting her head. Her gaze was far more tranquil than it had been in years. They were finally free to live for themselves. Now in their early fifties, they likely had at least two decades ahead of them, and they intended to make the most of that time. High earnings were no longer a priority; their only wish was to remain healthy and avoid misfortune.
At that very moment, a phone began to ring on a distant desk. A slender, elegant hand reached out, moving the device closer.
“Knock knock…”
A soft rap sounded at the door.
“Enter,” she directed. Her voice was sophisticated and carried a maturity that surpassed her youthful looks, sounding steady and poised. The door swung open to reveal a tall young man, roughly eighteen or nineteen years old, standing about 187 cm. He walked in with long, athletic strides, a basketball balanced on his shoulder.
The youth possessed striking features—thick brows and large, expressive eyes. Though he appeared somewhat lean, the visible muscle definition in his arms suggested a history of rigorous physical training. He pulled out a chair to sit, and a glass of water was promptly set before him. He grabbed it and drank deeply, quenching his thirst.
“Mom, what were you looking at just now?” the boy asked with curiosity, nodding toward the phone on the desk.
“See for yourself,” the woman replied. To a casual observer, she looked to be in her twenties; only the profound calmness in her eyes suggested she was the mother of a grown man. Despite her appearance, she was indeed Tang Yuxin, now over forty years old. Her slow aging was the result of her consistent use of the Chen Family’s ancient medicinal formulas. Beyond the remedies, her youthful figure and face were maintained through strict self-discipline and an exacting standard of health management.
The young man checked the phone and broke into a sudden grin. “They sent the money again. It’s been fifteen years. Mom, I suppose they aren’t completely heartless,” he remarked.
“That is a fair assessment,” Tang Yuxin conceded. They had the choice to pay or disappear, and she would never have chased them for the debt. Still, their persistence in paying back every single cent demonstrated a commendable level of integrity.
“Xiaobai…” Tang Yuxin said, calling her son’s name.
The boy instinctively covered his face with his hand. “Mom, can you please stop using that name? My name is Gu Yu.”
“Very well, Xiaobai.”
Tang Yuxin looked at him with a blank expression until Gu Yu raised his hands in a gesture of defeat. Fine—his mother could call him Xiaobai, Gu Yu, or whatever else she pleased.
“Are you prepared for your Qing University application?” Tang Yuxin asked. “Are you certain you will be admitted?”
“Naturally,” Gu Yu replied confidently. He took his academics very seriously. He and his brother were always competing for the top ranks in their class, and failing to enter Qing University would be a source of shame. After all, their mother had once been the top scholar of the province in the liberal arts. Their generation was expected to surpass the previous one, not fall behind.
Even if he didn't take the top honors in Beijing, his acceptance into Qing University was guaranteed. In truth, he felt he had little left to learn in a classroom. His medical expertise was already among the best at Beijing’s primary hospital, second only to his mother. He had been entering operating rooms since the age of ten, frequently acting as her assistant. Though it technically skirted the rules, the hospital head, Grandpa Zhu, had sanctioned it, knowing Gu Yu was the hospital's future. They had been grooming him since childhood. While college was a formality, it was a necessary one.
“How is your elder brother?” Tang Yuxin inquired, her attention returning to the medical files she was organizing. She hadn't been the primary caregiver during their childhood; their grandfather had handled much of their upbringing, creating a powerful bond. However, she had never neglected to teach them essential knowledge day by day.
Gu Yu, still holding his basketball, answered, “Brother passed the physical exam. He’ll be starting his school term earlier than I will.”
“That is good,” Tang Yuxin noted. Just as she had envisioned, Gu Yu had followed the path of Cultivation in medicine, mastering the Chen Family’s Rejuvenation Acupuncture Technique to perfection. His hands were already sensitive enough to feel the flow of Qi and blood within a patient. It was highly probable that his future achievements would eclipse her own, aided by his natural physical advantages and his exceptional power of comprehension.
Tang Yuxin never viewed herself as a genius; she simply had the advantage of a previous life’s experiences, which had gifted her with an iron will and relentless discipline.