My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 970

Chapter 970: Chapter 954: Time to Settle Accounts Chapter 970: Chapter 954: Time to Settle Accounts “Let’s go,” Tang Yuxin said, holding Little Bean in her arms as she headed out.

“Auntie will steam an egg for you to eat when we get home.”

“Okay,” Little Bean cheerfully rubbed his little cheek against Tang Yuxin’s shoulder, truly showing he was hungry.

Tang Yuxin finally smiled.

She poked Little Bean’s chubby cheek and carried him out.

With such an unreliable little mom like Tang Sisi, Little Bean really was pitiful.

Sisi had brought Little Bean back but hadn’t thought to bring his bottle.

Didn’t she know her son would be hungry, or did she think her son could be full from the north wind?

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The family nanny quickly went into the kitchen to steam an egg for Little Bean.

It was done in less than ten minutes, finely chopped green onions sprinkled on top and a touch of sesame oil and a pinch of salt added.

Tang Yuxin fed Little Bean bite by bite.

Little Bean opened his small mouth wide, non-stop.

“You’re here.”

Without turning around, Tang Yuxin already knew who had come.

Wang Zitan wasn’t surprised at all.

Tang Yuxin had such a talent; her nose was very sensitive, able to distinguish various kinds of herbs and, of course, to distinguish the scent of some people, especially those she was familiar with—her accuracy was even greater.

She would do well not just as a doctor, but she could even be a cop with such a keen nose, such a cool head, and such clear thinking.

Being a cop might even suit her better.

“You feed him.”

Tang Yuxin handed the bowl to Wang Zitan, letting him feed his own son as a way to foster their father-son relationship.

“Thank you,” said Wang Zitan as he took the bowl, knowing that with Tang Sisi, his son would never go hungry.

But if Sisi were to take their son somewhere else, it went without saying—he knew the boy would definitely end up hungry.

Wang Zitan scratched Little Bean’s little cheek.

“Want some more?”

He was determined to send his son here, keeping him close now only because he was young and couldn’t be away from his parents.

But once he grew up, he would live here, go to school here.

He would eat the vegetables grown right here, drink water from the well they dug, and with Tang Yuxin, the top-notch doctor, taking care of his health, he was sure to grow up tall and smart.

Eventually, their whole family would move here, build a house right next door, living a life connected to the land.

And for his son, he was willing to leave the home he had lived in for decades, all because he wanted the best for him—he wanted him to be healthy and to grow up without illness or calamity.

In his life, he had only this one son, and for him, he could let go of anything.

Little Bean rubbed his eyes, his small hand also clinging to Daddy’s thumb, walking as if he was drunk.

Wang Zitan picked him up.

Little Bean rubbed his eyes with fists the size of buns.

“Sleepy?” Wang Zitan looked at the time; it was indeed the little guy’s bedtime.

“Mhm,” Little Bean nodded his little head and snuggled onto Daddy’s shoulder, ready to sleep.

Wang Zitan had no choice but to take him over to Tang Zhijun’s place.

“What’s the matter, ready to sleep?” Tang Zhijun hurried over and held his grandson, seeing the little one tightly closing his eyes and lolling all over.

He quickly let his grandson lie down and covered him with a blanket, staying by his side.

“Dad, aren’t you going to find Mom?”

Wang Zitan teased Tang Zhijun, who had such a big heart as to not even check on his wife when she had gone back to her parents’ house.

“We’re all here, she won’t stay long,” said Tang Zhinian as he stroked his grandson’s cheek, “She really dotes on her grandson.

She hasn’t seen him for a few days; rest assured, she can’t bear it.”

All right, Wang Zitan felt he truly was the one with the least restraint of them all.

There was no helping it, with an older husband and younger wife, he was the old bull eating tender grass.

As the older man, he had to treat his wife well.

Leaving Douzi with Tang Zhijun, he was naturally at ease, and now that he had some free time, it was a good opportunity to handle some things at Gu Ning’s place.

He also wanted to find out who was responsible for the last incident.

And he felt that it was someone they all knew.