My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s Chapter 1127

Gu Yu stepped out of Tang Xincheng’s office, intending to ride his bicycle for a quick game of basketball. However, his plans changed when his mother called, informing him that a custom-made medical case had arrived for his inspection.

Abandoning his game, he pedaled straight toward the hospital. After parking his bike, he sprinted toward the entrance with such haste that he accidentally collided with someone he hadn't noticed.

He braced himself and reached out, preventing the other person from tumbling to the ground.

“I’m sorry, are you okay?”

Gu Yu didn't stop to consider who was at fault; since he had been the one rushing through the walkway, he took full responsibility for the accident.

“It’s fine, it’s fine.”

The individual he bumped into regained their balance, but upon catching a glimpse of Gu Yu’s face, they froze in a moment of stunned silence.

Gu Yu instinctively touched his own face, wondering if something was wrong. Was he unattractive? He was fairly certain he was quite handsome. Checking the time, he realized he was running late; if his mother had to wait, he would surely face a lecture.

Once he was certain the stranger was uninjured, he grabbed his basketball and hurried inside.

The person Gu Yu had hit sat down, unable to take their eyes off the tall youth disappearing into the building. The resemblance to a certain someone was hauntingly striking.

While resting on a waiting chair, the man saw a group approach, including Tang Yuxin. Following closely behind her was the same tall young man, now wearing a white lab coat. Curious, the man asked a nearby nurse why someone so young was working as a doctor.

The nurse smiled warmly at the question.

“He isn't officially on the hospital staff yet, but he is our reserve doctor. Our dean treats him like a priceless gemstone. He is considered the most brilliant medical talent to appear at this hospital since Doctor Tang, even though he just finished his college entrance exams and is about to start university.”

“He can be a doctor at such a young age?” The man was skeptical, especially hearing the boy was only a high school graduate.

“For anyone else, it would be impossible, but he is different. He is Doctor Tang’s son. He has been studying medicine under her guidance since he first learned to speak. Compared to a typical medical student, his progress is like having cheats enabled.”

While others start their medical journey in college, this boy had been immersed in it since infancy. At eighteen years old, he already possessed seventeen years of clinical and theoretical experience—a level of expertise ordinary people could never match. It was no wonder Dean Zhu was so eager to recruit these second-generation medical prodigies.

The man on the bench tightened his grip on his medical file until it eventually slipped from his fingers and hit the floor.

“Hey, you dropped your case.”

A bystander retrieved the folder, noting the name written on it: Qin Ziye. Taking the file back, Qin Ziye felt a hollow ache in his chest. Life taught a harsh lesson: one must not stray into error, and certainly not persist in it. A mistake is just a mistake if you recognize it and change; only then is a life well-lived.

But he had allowed his mistakes to compound, resulting in his current state of utter ruin. Clutching his records, he waited for his name to be called, standing alone without a single friend or relative by his side.

It was as he thought: one must not make mistakes. A single lapse isn't the end, provided one turns back before the cliff's edge. Otherwise, the path leads only to a point of no return at the end of one's days.

Later, Gu Yu slung his bag over his shoulder and gathered groceries from his bicycle. Having practiced martial arts with his father since he was small, his tall, athletic frame was more than capable; he could easily handle five or six opponents at once, so carrying heavy bags was effortless.

Standing at a familiar door, he shifted the bags to one hand and rang the bell. To his surprise, an unknown woman opened the door.

Where did she come from? Gu Yu looked at the middle-aged woman with confusion. She was plump, with frizzy hair that looked like it had been struck by lightning and smelled strongly of kitchen grease. He wondered if she used her hair as a cooking utensil.

“Who are you?”

The woman looked Gu Yu up and down. He took a step back to check the address. He was in the right place, so why was a stranger here?

“Who is it?” a familiar voice called out from the interior.

Ignoring the woman’s questioning look, Gu Yu squeezed past her into the house.

“Is that Xiaoyu?”

When Sang Zhilan saw him, she greeted him warmly and called out toward the back rooms. “Old Wei, Xiaoyu is here!”

“Xiaoyu’s here?”

Wei Tian, who had been in a foul mood, emerged immediately at the mention of the boy. His gloomy expression vanished into a bright smile. “Come here, let me see if you’ve gotten any taller.”

Wei Tian now regarded Gu Yu as his own grandson. Blood relations didn't matter to him anymore. Those who showed kindness and stayed by his side were more of a family than biological relatives who only sought to exploit him. During the fifteen years they spent drowning in debt, those relatives were nowhere to be found. Now that they owned a house again, those people had the nerve to reappear.

After fifteen years of neglect and heartache, blood ties meant nothing to him.

“Grandpa, who are these people?” Gu Yu asked, nodding toward the man, woman, and elderly couple who had suddenly taken up residence in the living room.

“Don't mind them; they aren't important,” Wei Tian dismissed them. “Come with me, I have something for you.”

Wei Tian led the boy into a room and unlocked several layers of cabinets. He produced a wooden box—a genuine antique passed down through his lineage—and placed it in Gu Yu’s hands. “Take this.”

Gu Yu opened the lid to find a Golden Seal. Though he didn't know its specific history, it was heavy, intricately carved, and clearly made of solid gold.

“This belonged to my grandfather,” Wei Tian said, his hand lingering on the box. “I refused to sell it even during our most desperate times. Now, I’m giving it to you.”

“But the people outside...” Gu Yu trailed off.

He could guess who they were—likely Wei Tian’s biological daughter, Wei Jiani, and her family. Why would Wei Tian give such a significant heirloom to an outsider like him?

Technically, Gu Yu wasn't related to Wei Tian. However, over the years, he had made a habit of visiting the Wei family during holidays, bringing gifts, and helping them with their health. His own grandfather had praised this behavior, believing that children should be taught to be kind regardless of the conflicts of the previous generation.

Since Wei Tian and his wife were genuinely fond of him, Gu Yu accepted them as kin. Yet, he hadn't expected a gift of this magnitude. While he wasn't an expert on gold, he knew his uncle possessed many antiques from his own grandfather, and this seal looked just as precious.