My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s Chapter 1123

Gu Yu shared that sentiment; how could a youth who had never tasted university life truly understand what it meant to grow up?

He wasn't about to let anyone rob him of his own college journey either.

Technically, he was still a minor.

Even if he attempted to find work at a hospital, he would be turned away immediately to avoid child labor violations.

Pedaling with intensity, he kept his basketball secured on his back as he cycled toward the town’s outskirts, eventually reaching a cluster of ancient houses.

The structures were visibly dilapidated and likely slated for future demolition.

In fact, many residents in this neighborhood were simply biding their time for a demolition notice, though the exact timeline remained a mystery to everyone.

The person he intended to visit resided within one of these homes.

He pulled his bicycle to the side, hooked his basketball over the handlebars, and approached the door to knock.

“Who is it?”

Inside the house, Sang Zhilan was busy sorting through vegetables for their meal.

She called out toward the front, “Old Wei, please go see who is at the door.”

“I'm going,” Wei Tian replied, setting down the remote control and rising to answer the summons.

However, when the door swung open, Wei Tian froze in surprise.

“You are...?”

Gu Yu took a moment to observe the interior of the dwelling.

It was incredibly aged and carried a heavy, musty scent of dampness.

Possessing a keen sense of smell, he noticed the odor immediately.

“I am looking for Sang Zhilan,” Gu Yu stated calmly.

He was well aware that Sang Zhilan was technically his grandmother, yet the title felt foreign on his tongue.

He already had a grandfather and a grandmother who had raised him with nothing but kindness.

Addressing a complete stranger as "grandmother" was something he simply couldn't bring himself to do.

“Oh, I see. Please, come in.”

Wei Tian hurried to usher him inside while calling for Sang Zhilan to join them.

Shaking the water from her hands and drying them on her apron, Sang Zhilan emerged from the kitchen.

The entire living space was barely forty square meters, featuring a cramped and weathered sitting area.

Though they rarely hosted visitors, the couple was content in their modest home.

The moment she saw the tall, handsome boy standing there, Sang Zhilan felt a sudden, sharp sting in her nose.

“Please, sit down, make yourself comfortable.”

It was as if she knew exactly who he was the moment she laid eyes on him.

Indeed, she recognized him instantly.

Over the past several years, she hadn't seen Tang Yuxin, nor had she been permitted to see her grandsons.

She had only been able to watch them grow from the shadows, catching glimpses of them from afar.

Both boys took after their father in appearance, though they had inherited their mother’s striking eyes.

They truly were exceptional-looking children.

Gu Yu showed no sign of arrogance or distaste for his surroundings.

As he took a seat, he noticed that while the apartment was old, the sofa cushions were impeccably clean.

The faint aroma of fresh laundry soap and sun-dried fabric lingered in the air, making the atmosphere tolerable.

Despite the dampness of the building, it was clear the owners looked after the place with great care.

Wei Tian, though still in the dark about the boy’s identity, acted as a gracious host by bringing out a tin of high-quality tea he had been saving.

This tea had been a gift, and he treated it like a precious treasure, rarely brewing it even for himself.

It was kept strictly for guests, though visitors were a rarity for them, even during the holidays.

“Thank you,” Gu Yu said, taking the cup. He sipped the tea while subtly watching Sang Zhilan.

Her eyes were rimmed with red, and he noticed her occasionally dabbing at tears when she thought he wasn't looking.

He realized then that Sang Zhilan likely knew exactly who he was.

Wei Tian was confused by her emotional reaction and took a moment to pull her aside while she was boiling more water.

“That boy is...”

“Do you recognize him?”

“Recognize him? How could I ever forget?” Sang Zhilan whispered as she washed more vegetables, determined to prepare a feast for her grandson.

She had never spent a single day with him or cooked him a single meal; she felt she had failed miserably in her role as a grandmother.

“He is...”

Wei Tian was still struggling to understand how Sang Zhilan knew the youth.

“That is Yuxin’s son, one of the twins,” Sang Zhilan murmured softly to Wei Tian.

Wei Tian gasped, “It’s them?”

He cast another look toward the living room. Indeed, the boy had the unmistakable features of the Gu family—he was a very handsome young man.

Tang Zhinian’s grandsons were already so grown, yet he wondered where his own biological grandson might be.

For some reason, he felt a surge of affection, as if this boy were his own flesh and blood too.

He hurried back out to ensure his guest's tea was replenished.

In his mind, he was serving his own grandson.

In the excitement, he had completely forgotten to wonder why the boy had come.

Was there still a debt to be settled, or was it something else?

Soon, Sang Zhilan had filled the table with a variety of dishes.

Regardless of their complicated history, Gu Yu had no personal grievances with them, and he found Sang Zhilan and Wei Tian to be quite pleasant.

They had clearly endured many hardships in their younger days. Since he wasn't his mother or his grandfather, he couldn't truly judge their past actions.

All he saw now were two elderly people whose lives were fading like flickering candles.

His initial coldness began to melt away.

To show his respect, he made sure to eat a significant portion of the meal Sang Zhilan had prepared.

Sang Zhilan beamed the entire time, her face etching with deep smile lines; she appeared to be a truly gentle and happy old woman.

Once the meal was finished, Gu Yu reached into his pocket and pulled out a bank card, placing it firmly on the table.

“What’s this for?” Sang Zhilan and Wei Tian asked, looking at each other in confusion.

“My mother requested that I give this to you.”

Gu Yu slid the card across the table toward them.

“This contains the money you’ve been sending over the last fifteen years.

I invested those funds, and the value has grown about five times over.

Your original six hundred thousand has grown to more than three million.”

Gu Yu was stretching the truth slightly; he hadn't actually played the stock market with this specific money, as his mother had kept the card the whole time.

His mother had added two hundred thousand in interest, and Gu Yu had contributed all the earnings he had made over the past few years.

It wasn't an astronomical sum, but it was enough for them to leave this place and buy a modest, newer home.

He didn't need the money right now, as he was confident in his ability to earn more in the future.

Despite everything, she was his grandmother. No matter how fractured the family was, she was old now.

He couldn't change the past, but he could ensure their final years were comfortable.

With this amount, they could purchase a house and still have over a hundred thousand left for daily living expenses.

This old house was far too damp and detrimental to their health.

As a medical student, he was well aware of the risks.

When they were ready to buy, he planned to ask for help from his uncle, who had many connections in the area.

If they fell short, he would simply "borrow" a bit more from his older brother’s accounts to make up the difference.

“This is... for us?”

Staring at the card, Sang Zhilan was stunned, unable to process what she was being told.