My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 624

Chapter 624: Chapter 616: It’s Uncomfortable to Be Alive Now Chapter 624: Chapter 616: It’s Uncomfortable to Be Alive Now She wanted to go around a few more times, but she wasn’t sure if this old woman’s head was so hard that it really couldn’t be smashed?

Old Madame Song and her offspring were still howling outside, blood flowing all over the ground, but as long as they could still howl and cry, it proved they wouldn’t die.

As for Old Mr.

Song, he was still playing dead in that pigsty.

Don’t tell her that Old Mr.

Song really couldn’t hear anything; the Song Family’s house didn’t have much in the way of soundproofing.

Not to mention the events happening in the courtyard, even the barking of the large yellow dog outside the door could be heard very clearly.

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He was just feigning death out of fear.

“Shall we go?”

Gu Ning extended his hand and placed it on Tang Yuxin’s hair, which was in such bad shape that it was as rough as straw and was beginning to prick his hand.

Yuxin nodded lightly, then pulled Gu Ning’s hand and wrote something in his palm.

Having not spoken for such a long time, had she forgotten how to speak?

What she wrote on Gu Ning’s hand was the location of the other two sold women, indicating that in these two households, some things couldn’t be hidden no matter how much they denied them; one had to believe the evidence in their own hands.

Gu Ning said something to those beside him, then first led Tang Yuxin down the mountain.

Others would come to handle the situation here.

As for Old Madame Song and her offspring, they wouldn’t die.

Gu Ning bent down in front of Tang Yuxin, and she naturally leaned on his back, a sense of warmth and security she was all too familiar with, something she couldn’t forget even in her previous life.

Even if the tranquility of her past life wasn’t meant for her

She rested her head on Gu Ning’s shoulder, her eyelashes gently closing.

She thought she could finally get a good night’s sleep, she could go home.

Home, which she had longed for so long, dreamed about for so long.

When she awoke, she found herself in a hospital, surrounded by the familiar smell of disinfectant and the almost entirely white sickroom, along with the clean venetian blinds hanging on the window.

She stared out the window, lost in thought, and then a breeze blew in, bringing with it a touch of warmth; it was well past spring already.

She sat up, her hand attached to an IV, and the cold tip of the needle hidden in her veins, the temperature-less liquid slowly entering her bloodstream.

“Awake?”

A large hand rested on her forehead, and as Yuxin turned her head, she saw Gu Ning, not knowing when he had come in, holding a thermos food container in his hand.

She lay down again, and Gu Ning covered her with a blanket before gently patting her shoulder, comforting her as one would a child.

The faint smell of disinfectant filled the air, excessively sterile and cold.

Yet, for Tang Yuxin, it was overshadowed by the scent of Gu Ning.

A subtle but distinct aura of bloodlust.

Others feared him, dreaded him.

But she had never been afraid of him, not even a bit.

Even if he was covered in blood, it was the blood of the wicked.

By facing them head-on, he had done no wrong.

And she, harmed by conspiracy, was also blameless.

“How are they now?” Tang Yuxin asked as she continued to eat her vegetable tofu soup with a spoon.

She had been eating it for many days without showing signs of getting tired of it, three large bowls every day, like clockwork.

It had to be said that the soup was really nourishing.

In just a few days, her complexion had improved.

Of course, she was also gradually becoming accustomed to speaking again.

From initially maintaining a stubborn silence to uttering words one by one, and now finally, she could communicate with others like before.

As for her physical injuries, they were also healing gradually.

In truth, they were all old wounds—some already healed, while others would take time for her to recover on her own.

She took another sip of the soup, the mild saltiness spreading across her taste buds.

The familiar flavor made her appetite soar.

After enduring such a long period of inadequate, erratic meals—no, not once had she had a full meal—she would now be thrilled even if she had to eat radishes every day, let alone such delicious soup.

“Both of them have been sent home.”

Gu Ning then poured another glass of water for Tang Yuxin.

She took the glass and began to drink eagerly.

Her long eyelashes gently fell, casting a cluster of shadows that were soft yet filled with stubborn resilience.

“Are you just going to let the Song Family incident go?”

Gu Ning posed the question to Tang Yuxin, knowing that two chairs wouldn’t be enough to redress the suffering she had endured these days.

Even if Tang Yuxin could forgive, he, Gu Ning, could not.