My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 649

Chapter 649: Chapter 641: Gaining a Father Chapter 649: Chapter 641: Gaining a Father Mr.

Wang was truly wronged; he was genuinely busy, not making excuses.

Making excuses about being busy might apply to a husband, but not to a son.

This was his own father, no matter what, as a son, he couldn’t just abandon his father—that would be utterly against natural justice.

“Yes, busy, all of you are so busy,” the old man said, tapping the ground with his cane.

“Here I am, almost dying, and not one of you comes to see me.

Useless, all my sons and grandsons.”

“Dad...” Mr.

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Wang felt an immense sense of guilt.

The old man turned and walked forward, gazing into the distance at the stretch of lush green woods.

From this spot, he could easily see the green waters, the blue sky, and the clear stream.

“A person who has no relation to me whatsoever tends to my needs, washes my clothes, even my hair, without finding me dirty.

Every day, she prepares delicious food for me, takes me out and about in the village, knits sweaters for me, makes shoes.

But what about you?

Have you ever washed your old man’s hair even once?”

Mr.

Wang’s head hung even lower.

“Do you really think she wants something from an old coot like me?” the old man nearly laughed.

“You really think everyone sees the Wang Family as such a big deal.

I think she lives better than us, grows her own food, never gets sick, lives each day amidst beautiful mountains and waters.

What are the days like for the other old men and women in this village?

What kind of life have I led?

At such an old age, I still have to worry about you.

You really think you’re a relief?”

“I think life here is actually better than in Beijing, one lives longer,”

Mr.

Wang’s head almost touched the ground.

“I just wanted to have a daughter,” the old man found a stool and sat down, “someone who could talk to me, chat with me, make me some tasty food, and remember and think of me now and then.”

Mr.

Wang raised his face.

“Keep your head down,” the old man glared at his son again.

Mr.

So even though he agreed, he insisted on thoroughly vetting her first.

However, when he finally met her, he realized he had worried too much.

Zhang Xiangcao was just a plain woman, with simple origins, orphaned, with no parents.

The Tang Family was equally simple—just two brothers, not even relatives; the closest people might be the villagers.

And it seemed the old man’s wish to recognize a daughter was one-sided—he hadn’t even discussed it with her.

“You want to recognize me as your goddaughter?”

Zhang Xiangcao pointed to her face.

“Old sir, why would you do this?”

Zhang Xiangcao was utterly baffled.

She was just cooking three meals a day at home; how could she suddenly have a father?

“What, do you dislike me?”

As soon as the old man heard this, he felt incredibly uncomfortable.

In this world, there was only him, Wang Aiguo, who could look down on others; nobody dared to despise him.

“No, not at all,” Zhang Xiangcao hastily waved her hands.

“You’re from the city, and me, I’m just a common villager.”

Her desires were simple.

Initially, she just wanted to raise her daughter, and it didn’t matter whether she lived or died.

Later, all she wanted was to ensure her husband and daughter were cared for; she had no other demands.

Suddenly being asked to acknowledge a godfather, and one with quite a high status at that, honestly made her uneasy.

“Why all this nonsense?”

The old man disliked hearing this, “Wang Aiguo recognizing a goddaughter doesn’t concern anyone.

I’ve never had a daughter in my life, and you have no parents.

Can’t you just respect me like your own father?”

Meanwhile, Mr.

Wang stood to the side, feeling a deep burn on his face.

Such high-sounding words could only come from his father.

But why didn’t he consider whether she was willing?

It was obvious she was reluctant and unaware of this matter; it was his father who stubbornly insisted on this path.

He couldn’t help feeling he was imposing on her.

Life had been fine until now, but suddenly she had to deal with having a father—a father who was quite difficult to please.

As his own son, didn’t he know this better than anyone?

And he was already feeling sympathy for Zhang Xiangcao, who was about to become his sister.

Indeed, once the old man decided something, nobody could change his mind.