My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s Chapter 717

Chapter 717: Chapter 709: Influenza Chapter 717: Chapter 709: Influenza And in just a few days, Tang Yuxin’s small courtyard beca even busier.

Zhang Xiangcao, the Gu Family’s nanny, whom Tang Yuxin would call Auntie Li, had moved in too, making the place much more lively.

Every day, Zhang Xiangcao would concoct different als for the family.

Tang Yuxin had grown up eating Zhang Xiangcao’s cooking, so as soon as she tasted those familiar flavors, she could almost never get enough.

At first, she would almost embarrassingly cry; she couldn’t help it—the food was just too delicious.

She was quite the eater now, and nothing touched her quite like good food.

Her appetite improved, and so did everything else.

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The sa went for Chengcheng.

He was in the middle of a growth spurt, and his portion sizes could now rival an adult’s.

Having two people in the house who enjoyed their food so much naturally made everyone else enjoy their als more too.

Before a few months had passed, Tang Yuxin felt no different, except she was already showing.

Her belly had grown, yet others had genuinely gained weight.

Therefore, it could be said that dining with the woman of the main house was indeed very nourishing.

“When are you due?” Director Zhu would feel like crying every ti he saw Tang Yuxin with her pregnant belly.

“Yuxin, do you know how many patients are waiting for you to save their lives every day?”

“Haven’t you seen for yourself?” Tang Yuxin said, already uncomfortable just sitting down.

“I’ve turned into a pregnant woman, and you still expect to perform surgeries?

Even once I’ve given birth to these little ones, am I supposed to just neglect them?”

Recently, Director Zhu’s hair had turned even whiter with worry.

If it kept falling out, he might really end up bald in his middle age.

Female nurses were trouble, but female doctors were even more of a hassle.

Why oh why did they have to have children?

Having a child would an taking at least a year off work, if not three, especially for an indispensable doctor like Tang Yuxin at their hospital.

But he couldn’t exactly forbid her from having children, could he?

He might be in charge of everything in the hospital, but he couldn’t control when Tang Yuxin chose to have her children or how many.

As for the patients, he would just have to figure sothing out on his own.

Director Zhu walked away dejected, off to make arrangents for the patients, until one day Tang Yuxin noticed that the number of people with colds in the hospital had increased.

Could this be the flu?

Sotis she really had to curse her own prophetic tongue, because it was indeed the flu—and a very severe outbreak at that, national in scope.

Every day, the number of patients with colds and fevers was staggering.

Not just the elderly and children with weak immune systems, but even healthy adults who took care of themselves were getting sick one after another.

“Take a leave of absence,” Gu Ning was now quite worried about Tang Yuxin.

She was no longer her forr self.

If it were any other ti, no matter what, as a doctor, she would have insisted on being on the frontlines.

This was her battlefield, and she would never desert it.

But what about now, with twins in her belly?

What should she do with them?

If she fell ill, she couldn’t take dicine or get injections—could she just withstand it?

“I’ll be careful, the hospital is busy right now.”

Tang Yuxin wanted to take a leave as well, but the hospital was too busy for her to step away.

“Then be extra careful,” Gu Ning placed his hand on Tang Yuxin’s belly, which was indeed carrying twins.

They had grown quite big, and sotis he could even feel the two little rascals sorsaulting inside their mother’s womb.

“Such a rambunctious child must be a boy.”

He actually preferred girls, girls were well-behaved and obedient.

If it were a pretty little girl like Tang Yuxin, how wonderful that would be.

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But whether it was a boy or a girl, it was all up to fate.

They didn’t deliberately check the gender of the child either.

They would find out after the birth; this too was a kind of surprise.

Although Gu Ning had always been worried about her, Tang Yuxin ultimately didn’t manage to get leave.

Even if she had wanted to take ti off, Dean Zhu probably wouldn’t have agreed, because the influenza patients recently seed to have so sort of drug resistance.

No matter how many injections they were given, no matter how much dicine they took, it all seed futile.

As a result, the number of sick people was increasing, but the number recovering was decreasing.

It wasn’t as terrifying as the SARS epidemic years ago, but so many people coming to the hospital every day was a challenge for the dical staff.

It might be related to the weather.

Tang Yuxin divided the dicine she boiled into several bowls, giving one to each mber of her family to drink as a precaution, especially for the young Chengcheng.

Such a small child has the weakest immunity, so he had a bowl of this dicine every day without fail.

Although it was bitter, spicy, and hard to swallow, Chengcheng, having grown up being ‘poisoned’ with the herbal concoctions brewed by his sister, was least bothered by the taste of Chinese dicine.

Not long after, Chengcheng ca back with several classmates.

“Sister, can you give my classmates so dicine too, so they won’t get sick?” he asked.

“Sure,” Tang Yuxin said.

Since she was going to make the dicine anyway, she brewed more and shared it with the children.

It was unclear whether it was the placebo effect or the dicine really worked, but regardless, none of the people close to Tang Yuxin fell ill despite the severe influenza outside.

Even when half of the children at Chengcheng’s school caught colds, Chengcheng and his little friends never got sick.

Sohow the word got out.

More and more people ca to Tang Yuxin seeking her dicine, and rumors about its miraculous effect in preventing and curing influenza spread.

Tang Yuxin was sowhat bemused by this, really,

because this dicine wasn’t sothing she invented.

Her proficiency in traditional dicine was high, but she hadn’t reached the level of inventing new prescriptions or dicines.

She didn’t regard herself as a genius just because others called her one.

The prescriptions were just a few ho redies left to her by Chen Zhong, intended to prevent wind-heat type colds, so she just followed the prescriptions and boiled the dicine.

If it really was effective, then it had nothing to do with her.

She didn’t invent the recipes, she didn’t grow the herbs, and even sotis the boiling of the dicine was done by Aunt Li and Zhang Xiangcao.

However, the dicinal effect of the dicine had now been confird by a few, as more and more people ca to Tang Yuxin for the dicine.

Tang Yuxin thought about turning the dicine into a powder and packaging it for people to take away, but in the end, she decided against it.

This was, after all, dicine, not sothing else.