Dr. Chung’s 90s

Chapter 55 Don’t worry about not getting a wife anymore

Zhuo Min moved closer to her, deliberately raising his face so that she could see clearly, and held her little hand in his face without noticing.

"If you touch it, my skin is smooth and firm. It doesn't look like I've had surgery at all, right?"

Tiantian was surprised. She couldn't help but slide her hand slowly. The touch was like a peeled egg, and there was no trace of hemangioma at all.

Zhuo Min said proudly: "It's amazing! Now you know how powerful Dr. Zhong is."

Tiantian nodded ignorantly. She had also heard her father praise Dr. Zhong at home, but she only heard about it and didn't have a deep understanding of it.

Zhuo Min said proudly: "After I was discharged from the hospital, I went to see the previous attending doctors. They all said it was incredible, so you have to understand that Dr. Zhong is definitely a top doctor in plastic surgery. Think about it, your father is too Plastic surgeon, he loves you so much that instead of treating you himself, he chooses Dr. Zhong for you, why do you think he does it?"

Tiantian followed her train of thought and said confusedly: "Is it because Dr. Zhong is the most powerful?"

Zhuo Min nodded in agreement, "Smart, you're right, so don't worry, your face will return to normal soon like mine. By then, your new skin will be smooth and tender, and you won't even have pimples." ."

Tiantian looked at her suspiciously. After a moment of silence, she said with a sad look:
"It's impossible. My face was disfigured by sulfuric acid. I suffered not only burns but also chemical poisoning. The situation is very complicated."

Zhuo Min immediately retorted: "So what? I heard that you just had skin grafting surgery. If it can't be cured, why did Dr. Zhong bother to graft it on you? You can't be so pessimistic. I can get better, why can't you?" "

Tiantian turned around with some resistance. The moment the sulfuric acid was thrown down, she felt that her life was ruined.

Zhuo Min was a little troubled. Deep in Tiantian's heart, in addition to despair about the future, there was also the fear of being thrown acid. Such negative emotions cannot be eliminated in a day or two.

She gently held Tiantian's hand and said distressedly:
"I understand, you just don't have confidence in yourself now, but you can try to believe Dr. Zhong. If she can't save you, it's not too late for us to be disappointed."

Tiantian looked out the window with unfocused eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

Just when Zhuo Min was about to be disappointed, Tiantian turned her head and said softly:
"I'll try to believe Dr. Zhong once. Anyway, there won't be a worse outcome, right?"

Zhuo Min smiled broadly when she heard this. At this moment, she suddenly understood the meaning of Zhong Yu's job.

After Tiantian had her knot resolved, her mental state became much more positive. Even though the treatment process was still painful, she no longer felt lifeless.

With Yao Xing coming to the hospital every day to accompany her, Tiantian's health began to improve day by day.

Tang Jiaren saw that his daughter was becoming more and more cheerful, and then he felt that the dark clouds hanging over their family of three were finally going to lift.

After this busy period, the patients were discharged from the hospital, and Zhong Yu was finally able to relax a little more.

Recently, she couldn't care about her family affairs. Comrade Zhou Qin said that wind is like rain. Before the resignation report from the factory was approved, she went south to discuss the supply of goods in a hurry.

She also went out on business when she was young. She was not a housewife who stayed at home. She was as smart as men, so Zhong Yu was not worried about her going out alone.

Her mother has been restricted by various identities for most of her life, but now she can finally show her talents, and Zhong Yu doesn't stand in the way.

It's just pitiful that classmate Song Congchun suddenly became an unsupervised left-behind child.

When Zhong Yu went to work, he would read and do homework at home. When he was tired, he would play with his friends.

Even though he had just moved here not long ago, with his unique personal charm, he easily broke into a small group of boys nearby, and he had a vague tendency to be the leader.

He doesn't play around, and he never does anything that poses a safety risk, so Zhong Yu can feel free to let him out.

Children in the 90s are not as expensive as they were later. Every household is basically free-range, and Zhong Yu is generous with pocket money. Song Congchun has never been so rich. When he is hungry, he will go to the restaurant downstairs to eat something he likes, or go to Let's eat together at Aunt Fang's house next door.

Song Congchun himself can also scramble eggs and cook noodles. Sometimes he makes it at home when he is too lazy to go out. He will not let himself go hungry.

It was just that at night when Zhong Yu was working the night shift, he didn't trust him so much, so he had to ask Aunt Fang next door to take more care of him.

After all, he is an old neighbor. Although he usually gossips, he also understands the importance and will visit him from time to time.

It was rare for Zhong Yu to get off work early today. When he came home and opened the door, he could smell the aroma of food filling the room.

Unconsciously smiling, she put on her shoes and stretched her head to look inside.

"Congchun~What are you doing in the kitchen?"

Song Congchun was struggling with potatoes. He wanted to cut them into shreds, but this guy was unwilling to cooperate. He always rolled around on the cutting board, making him sweat all over.

When he heard his sister calling him, he said angrily:
"I'm cooking. Come back and eat a popsicle, sit down and have a rest."

When Zhong Yu heard this, she had the illusion that the sun was rising in the west. She kicked off her sandals and went to the kitchen. She saw some soup simmering in the casserole on the coal stove. The aroma that filled the house came from here.

Carefully open the lid and see that the tube bones are being stewed inside. The rich soup makes people appetizing just by looking at it.

Song Congchun wiped the sweat from his forehead and said proudly:
"My pork bone stew is good, right? I asked Pang Dun'er to save it for me. Their pork is the freshest in the vegetable market. Pang Dun'er's father said it is black pork and it smells delicious. I also I asked him to bring me a pig's trotters, and I kept them in the refrigerator until my mother came back to make them, but I didn't have enough money, so I paid for them on credit."

Zhong Yuxiao narrowed his eyes and joked:
"Comrade Xiao Song is doing quite well in this street. You can get such expensive black pork on credit. You are very promising~"

Song Congchun rolled his eyes and said with disgust:
"You'd better stop talking nonsense, taste the soup first to see if it's bland, and then go to the living room to watch TV and wait. You'll have your meal in a while."

Zhong Yu obediently took a small spoonful of the soup to taste.

"Well...Comrade Xiao Song is good at cooking and the food tastes just right. You won't have to worry about getting a wife in the future."

Song Congchun's face was full of pride, he raised his head proudly and said:
"It's not bad, I'm just a little better than you. Come on, you go and wait outside."

These words made Zhong Yu feel as if our child had just grown up. She leaned on the door frame and asked cheerfully:
"That potato stick? You don't need my help either?"

Song Congchun put the kitchen knife on the cutting board, came over angrily to chase him away, and said with disgust:
"You can't get married if you eat ready-made food and still talk so much."

Zhong Yu followed his strength and walked out, but with a smile on his face he said:
"It's better if I don't get married. I'll eat at your house from now on."

Song Congchun was speechless and looked at the sky. The two siblings were happy to have fun.

It was different from the situation in the Song family. The two of them were just joking. But with Song Meiting and Song Botao, they couldn't make such a fuss. They could give you some ideas on any topic, so Song Congchun felt that living with her sister was more relaxed and comfortable.

Although Song Congchun was still an elementary school student who was about to enter junior high school, Zhong Yu didn't feel guilty at all when he asked him to cook for him.Men still need to be trained from childhood before they can be useful in the future.

Zhong Yu was sitting on the sofa, blowing on the fan and watching TV. After a while, Song Congchun came out of the kitchen carrying prepared dishes.He said proudly: "Regardless of how coarsely I cut the potatoes, the sour and spicy taste is quite enjoyable. Come and eat quickly."

The young man was quite nice. He prepared two dishes and one soup. He also specially bought a roast duck. It was obvious that he was a carnivore and couldn't live without meat.

Zhong Yu took a sip of the soup first and could tell that the ingredients were fresh and of high quality. The meat had been blanched specially and there was no bloody smell.

Song Congchun thought the big bones were too bland and tasteless, so he specially mixed a sauce for himself.

Zhong Yu's diet has been irregular recently and her stomach is not feeling well. She doesn't dare to eat too much for dinner, so she talks to her brother while eating.

The two of them were eating happily when they suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.

Song Congchun asked Zhong Yu to sit still while he gnawed on a bone and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened and he saw Song Bingkun standing at the door, he was so surprised that his bones dropped to the ground.

Song Congchun didn't know what he was doing here, so he instinctively asked, "Dad, why did you come to our house?"

These words were very heartbreaking. As soon as he opened his mouth, he defined father and son as two families.

Song Bingkun was also overjoyed at the birth of his youngest son, but he didn't know how he ended up in this situation.

These words are really heartbreaking. Song Bingkun said with cold eyes:
"I'm here to talk to your mother. What's wrong with her? She hasn't gone to work for more than a week. Do you really don't want this job?"

Song Congchun picked up the big bone on the ground with some annoyance. There was still a lot of meat on it. It was just wasted. It was really heartbreaking to miss a large piece of meat.Song Congchun said depressedly:
"Didn't my mother quit her job a long time ago? Why else would she work in the factory?"

When Song Bingkun heard this, he was so angry that his long-suppressed anger burst out like lava.

"Why should you resign and not resign? Are you two unable to survive? Can your sister help you for the rest of your life? She has no brains and you don't think about the future? I see you..."

Before he could say anything more extreme, Zhong Yu shouted loudly:
"Uncle Song! Did you come to my house to show off your power?"

This light sentence was undoubtedly a warning to Song Bingkun that this was not the Song family, and it was not Song Bingkun's turn to come and act wild.

Song Bingkun seemed to be suddenly grabbed by the throat, and he fell silent immediately.

Zhong Yu walked to the door calmly, came over and pulled Song Congchun back. She said the harshest words in the gentlest voice.

"Uncle Song, my mother has divorced you. Whether she resigns or doesn't go to work, it doesn't seem to have much to do with you, right?"

Zhong Yu was so full of energy that not even Song Bingkun dared to confront her.

He coughed dryly, calmed down his temper slightly, and said stiffly:
"I came here out of good intentions, not looking for trouble."

Zhong Yu doesn't care what his original intention is. When he comes to her territory, he will follow her rules.

"But my mother divorced you after all. It's easy for people to whisper behind her back if she continues to stay in the same workplace. She wants to start a career, so resigning is not a bad thing."

Song Bingkun's face was full of disapproval, "How old is she? At this stage, she should seek stability instead of messing around. Besides, what kind of career can she achieve? It's just messing around."

Zhong Yu felt that this person was too arrogant, so she asked rudely:
"Why is my mother not good? Didn't she do her job well before? Do you think she will only serve you and your family? You are looking down on her too much."

Song Bingkun said a little irritably: "I don't want to talk to you about anything else. Let your mother come out and tell me."

Zhong Yu said unceremoniously: "My mother is not at home. She went out to look for supplies. She has not been at home these days."

Song Bingkun was dumbfounded. He had a fear that things were out of control. The main reason why he divorced so happily was because he felt that Zhou Qin was staying under his nose and was not afraid of her running away, so he asked anxiously:
"Where did she go? What source of goods did she find? What did you encourage her to do?"

Zhong Yu was amused by his matter-of-fact tone. After all, he was her brother's biological father, so she shouldn't go too far.

"Uncle Song, please calm down first. She makes her own decisions about my mother's affairs. You don't need my instigation. If you really have an opinion, wait until she comes back and tell her in person."

Song Bingkun gasped and stared at Zhong Yu. This was the first time he hated her from the bottom of his heart.

"You don't need to pretend to be a good person here. The purpose of your coming back is to break up our family. When your mother married me, you didn't agree. Now it's fine. You got your wish."

After that, he asked Song Congchun, "Are you still a Song family? You are named Song. She has broken up your family, and you are still following her. Can't you tell the difference between closeness and distance? Are you a pig?"

Song Congchun's face was ugly, and he said coldly:
"Dad, you divorced my mother. My custody rights are in my mother's hands. I live with her. Is there anything wrong on my part? You don't lack a son."

Song Bingkun said angrily: "I regret it. I don't agree with the divorce. Please call your mother back quickly, otherwise I will never give up!"

Zhong Yu picked up the tea cup from the cabinet and threw it on the ground. She asked fiercely:
"Why don't you give up? Are you tired of the position of factory director, or do you want these two losers Song Botao and Song Meiting to lose their jobs?"

Song Bingkun looked horrified, "You are talking nonsense! Do you really think you can cover the sky with one hand? You are delusional! No matter how powerful you are, you are just a little doctor, why can you do whatever you want?"

Zhong Yu exposed her fangs without any concealment, and she sneered:
"Why should I? Just because Song Botao enriched himself by secretly selling pork in the meat factory, because you used your connections to squeeze out other people's quotas so that your daughter could mislead others, and if that's not enough, then because of me and Secretary Yao's beloved sisters That’s quite a lot of friendship! Is this enough?”

Song Bingkun seemed to be pinched seven inches. If Zhong Yu dared to say this, he must have relevant evidence in his hand.

Not to mention Secretary Yao's personal connections are already at a level that is difficult for him to reach.

Song Bingkun will retire in a few years. His retirement from the position of factory director is a completely different concept from retirement from other positions.

No matter which aspect it was, he had no reason to be stubborn.

Zhong Yu didn't like to push people into desperate situations. Seeing that Song Bingkun was honest, she smiled brightly.

"Uncle Song thinks twice before he acts. If you have any suggestions, I'll stick with you until the end. If it doesn't work, Cong Chun can also follow his mother's surname of Zhou. Anyway, the old Song family doesn't have a throne for him to inherit."

Song Bingkun was still in fear of Zhong Yu, and he was speechless.

Zhong Yu continued: "Uncle Song, if you have nothing else to do, go back. We haven't finished our meal yet."

After that, regardless of his reaction, he slammed the door shut.

(End of this chapter)