My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s-Chapter 1121

Chapter 1121: Chapter 1103: The Child Grows Up Chapter 1121 -1103: The Child Grows Up They were both over forty years old, yet she had the complexion of a young girl.

Not to mention standing out as younger among her peers, she even looked like a sister next to her own son.

Wei Tian counted the money, bill by bill.

It was just enough, not a penny more, not a penny less.

Although nowadays smartphones are very practical and one needs nothing else, not even a wallet, they are old and no one taught them how to use these devices.

So, they are still accustomed to withdrawing cash and then transferring it from the bank.

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Including the principal and interest, over these fifteen years, they have repaid Tang Yuxin a total of 550,000.

“Let’s go and pay them back so we can finally clear this debt,” said Sang Zhilan as she stood up.

They were old, but blessed with good health, free of illness and pain, and robust in spirit.

Once this debt was settled, they could enjoy their twilight years.

Their future pensions weren’t sizeable, but they would suffice for their needs.

Wei Tian nodded and followed Sang Zhilan to the bank.

Then they transferred all the money onto a card, the number of which was deeply etched in both of their memories.

For over a decade, on the fifteenth day of the last month of each year, they had been depositing money into this account.

For fifteen years, they never missed a payment or forgot a date.

Today, at last, as they made the final payment, it felt as if they had shed the heaviest burden of these past years.

After the money had been sent, Sang Zhilan unexpectedly covered her face and began to cry.

Wei Tian patted her back.

“From now on, we don’t have to live for others.”

“Yes,” Zhilan raised her face, her eyes much more peaceful than before.

They could now live for themselves.

Barely in their fifties, they had at least twenty more years to live, and they intended to live well.

They didn’t need to earn much—as long as they were free from illness and misfortune, they’d be content.

At that same moment, a cellphone rang on the table.

A fair and lovely finger reached out, picked up the phone, and placed it in front of her.

“Knock knock…”

A knock came from outside the door.

“Come in,” she called, her voice elegant and mature beyond her years, steady and composed.

The door opened, and in walked a very young man, around eighteen or nineteen years old, but quite tall, around 187 cm.

With long limbs and a basketball slung over his shoulder, he walked in.

The young man had thick eyebrows and large eyes, quite handsome, albeit a bit on the thin side.

Yet, one could see the defined muscles on his arms, a sign he had some training.

The young man pulled up a chair to sit down, and a glass of water was placed in front of him.

He quickly took it and brought the rim to his lips, gulping down the water.

“Mom, what were you just looking at?” asked the young man curiously as he pointed at the cellphone on the table.

“Take a look for yourself,” replied the woman sitting across the young man.

She looked to be in her twenties, with only her eyes revealing a calmness unusual for a mother of such a grown child.

Yet contrary to appearances, she was indeed this boy’s mother—Tang Yuxin—over forty years old.

She had always used the Chen Family’s ancient remedies, which is why she aged so slowly.

Her appearance and body didn’t just stay youthful due to her face; she was also highly disciplined, managing her body to an exacting standard that contributed to her fine figure and looks.

The young man took the cellphone, then suddenly smiled.

“They’ve transferred money again.

It’s been fifteen years.

Mom, they aren’t entirely without merit,” he said.

“Fair enough,” Tang Yuxin agreed.

They could have chosen to repay the money or not.

Even if they hadn’t, she wouldn’t have asked for it back.

However, their integrity was commendable; they had repaid every single cent.

“Xiaobai…” Tang Yuxin called her son’s name.

The young man covered his face with his hand.

“Mom, can you not call me that name?

My name is Gu Yu.”

“Alright, Xiaobai.”

Tang Yuxin stared blankly at her son as Gu Yu threw up his hands in surrender.

Alright, whatever his mother called him, be it Xiaobai, Gu Yu, or any other name, was fine by him.

“Are you ready to apply to Qing University?” Tang Yuxin queried her son.

“Are you sure you can get in?”

“Of course,” Gu Yu was always serious about his studies.

He and his brother were constantly vying for the top two spots in their class.

Failing to get into Qing University would be embarrassing.

His mother had once been the province’s top scholar in liberal arts, after all.

Their generation had to outshine the last, not lag behind.

Even if he didn’t earn top honours in Beijing, he was certain to be accepted into Qing University.

Furthermore, he felt like he didn’t even need to attend school anymore.

His medical skills were now second to none in Beijing’s main hospital, except for his mother, of course.

She had been taking him into the operating room since he was ten, even assisting her with numerous patients.

Although it broke rules, Grandpa Zhu, the head of the hospital, had fully approved, as Gu Yu was to remain there in the future.

Thus, they nurtured his growth from an early age.

As a result, college had little to teach him now.

Yet, it was still imperative for him to attend in the end.

“How is your big brother doing?” Tang Yuxin continued, her gaze returning to the medical case she was writing.

She hadn’t been deeply involved in raising her two boys, as their grandfather had largely taken on the responsibility, fostering a deep bond between them.

While she wasn’t there for their upbringing, she never failed to teach them what they needed to know day by day.

Gu Yu, hugging his basketball, replied, “Big brother passed his physical.

He’ll start school earlier than me.”

“Good,” Tang Yuxin acknowledged.

As she had imagined, Gu Yu had indeed pursued a career in medicine, perfectly mastering the Chen Family’s Rejuvenation Acupuncture Technique.

His hands could already sense the flow of qi and blood within the body.

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It seemed likely his achievements would surpass hers, thanks to the physical advantages men have over women, not to mention Gu Yu’s superior comprehension.

Tang Yuxin had never considered herself exceptionally intelligent; she had merely benefited from the experience of an extra lifetime, which granted her unwavering resolve and exquisite self-discipline.