Hot wife from 70s made a lot of money after divorce

Yang Qingheng's words last night rang in his mind all night long, and he was shocked to realize that he had been busy with his career all his life and had not taken care of Yao Ying for an unknown period of time.

I don’t know when my mother got sick, and I don’t know that my mother is looking forward to him coming home every day. Yang Qingheng is right, his son is not qualified at all.

On the contrary, she treated her as a decent daughter-in-law, and even said that she regarded Yao Ying as her biological mother.

"Don't worry about the divorce. I won't drag you on purpose because of Mom's condition. We will divorce after Mom finishes the operation." Yang Qingheng stuffed the lunch box into his hand, her tone was surprisingly calm, which made Song Hengjue's heart rise inexplicably. A feeling of uneasiness.

Yang Qingheng thought he was worried about Yao Ying's health and glanced at him lightly: "You don't have to worry about me lying to you. Mom, I will give her some thought. I will do what I say. If you don't believe me, I can sign a guarantee for you. .”

Song Hengjue's Adam's apple rolled: "No need."

Holding the lunch box, he left in a panic.

Yang Qingheng did not go back directly, but went to the bathroom on the way.

"...How come a big shot like Professor Chang came to our hospital? I heard that he is a master of neurology. He doesn't want to wait in the capital, but he comes to our small, broken city that can't develop anything."

Hearing the noise in the toilet, Yang Qingheng paused and his ears trembled.

"Pfft, I heard that he is a strict henpecker. His wife is from our side. Old people all want to return to their roots. Is it possible that Dr. Chang can let her come back on her own?"

"That's right. At Dr. Chang's age, he doesn't care much about reputation..."

Yang Qingheng listened carefully. The two opened the door and screamed in fright when they saw a face outside.

Yang Qingheng was accidentally slapped on the head, and his head was buzzing.

"You... why did you stick it on my toilet door!" The doctor was angry and looked at her more and more weirdly.

Yang Qingheng also realized that her behavior was inappropriate. People were afraid that she might be regarded as a pervert. She touched her nose in embarrassment and said, "I just heard what you said about neurologists and wanted to hear it. I scared you. I'm sorry."

Her attitude was sincere, and the doctor's tone became much better: "Do you have a relative in your family who needs this surgery?"

"My mother, doctor sister, can you introduce me to her." Yang Qingheng grabbed her hand hard, his agate-like eyes staring at her expectantly, making people unable to bear to refuse.

But she still sighed and shook her head: "Dr. Chang is old and doesn't do many surgeries recently. If you want to schedule surgeries, it will be difficult. You won't even know how long it has been. You'd better look at other doctors in our hospital. , although the technology is not as good as Dana, it is still very powerful.”

Yang Qingheng refused to give up and took out a red envelope from her bag and stuffed it into her hand: "Sister doctor, Dr. Chang is really important to our family. You are a kind-hearted person. You must not see me being so pitiful. Please help me." Help me."

The wad of money almost burst the red envelope. The doctor couldn't help swallowing, and looked at the doctor next to him, wondering: "It's not that we won't help you, there's really nothing we can do, but you can Try asking Dr. Chang’s wife.”

"Can you give me an address?" Yang Qingheng begged.

The woman casually took out a notebook and wrote it to her. Before leaving, she took out a wad of money and stuffed the others back into her bag: "Don't say that we introduced you then."

"No, I found this address today from Dr. Chang's former patient." Yang Qingheng said politely.

The two of them nodded with satisfaction and left with peace of mind: "If you have anything to do, you can come to me in the obstetrics and gynecology department. We can help you ask if we can."

Yang Qingheng thanked her gratefully. When she returned to the ward, she saw Song Hengjue talking to Yao Ying. The old man was still as indifferent as before. When he saw her coming in, his eyes lit up: "Qingheng."

Yang Qingheng smiled slightly: "Mom, I have something to do today and I have to go out. You have a good rest and don't get angry with Hengjue. I will bring you food when I come back in the evening."

Yao Ying pursed her lips: "Why are you so busy? Don't tire yourself out."

"No." Yang Qingheng felt warm in his heart, and gave Song Hengjue a few words before going out.

Instead of following the address immediately, she first went to the state-owned supermarket in the city center and bought a lot of expensive supplements. Then she called back to the village and asked Erniu to bring a vase and a tea set from under her bed. .

"What do you want these for?" Erniu was confused.

Yang Qingheng did not answer: "Song Hengjue and the others are at the Municipal People's Hospital. If you want to go, just go and have a look. There are fruit baskets and so on. You don't need to buy them. Don't spend money."

After giving some instructions, I saw the bus coming and quickly got on it.

Dr. Chang's home is in an alley, which is a bit out of the way. I had to ask for directions several times before I got there.

"Is this Dr. Chang's home?" Walking to a small courtyard, Yang Qingheng gently knocked on the door and spoke politely.

An elegantly dressed old lady walked out of the room: "Are you looking for Dr. Chang?"

"Yes, Auntie." Yang Qingheng dug her fingertips into the edge of the gift bag.

"No need to be restrained, come in." The old lady nodded kindly, already used to this kind of thing.

Only then did Yang Qingheng put on a smile and walked in.

"If you want to beg him for surgery, don't ask. Just go to the hospital and line up. He's going on a business trip during this period. It's a very important exchange meeting. I'm afraid he won't be able to make it." The old lady poured her a cup of tea. Beating around the bush.

Yang Qingheng was in embarrassment and felt at a loss while holding the gift bag. She still put the gift bag on the table: "Auntie, my mother is old and needs a craniotomy. I'm really worried. I heard that she often The doctor is very skilled, I..."

"Needless to say, it is not easy for patients. It is the same with other doctors in the hospital. I want to tell you clearly that our Dr. Chang is really unavailable. Not to mention that he is old, even for this exchange meeting. He has been looking forward to it for a long time." The smile on the old lady's face looked kind, but her tone was unreasonable.

It’s different, how could it be the same?

Yang Qingheng's newly scabbed fingertips under the table almost bled when she picked them, but she didn't seem to feel any pain at all.

Different doctors have different qualifications, and the possibility of successful surgery is also very different. She does not dare to gamble with Yao Ying's life.

"Mrs. Chang, your flowers." A clear voice came from outside, and a girl came in holding a bunch of flowers that were bigger than her.

"This old man." Mrs. Chang was helpless, but she couldn't hold back the smile on her lips. She took it and put it on the table. She beat the little girl away with the candy before looking at her.

Yang Qingheng refused to leave, so she had no choice but to take some scissors, cut the flowers and put them in the vase.

But with a large bunch, the vase is really not enough to look at.

Yang Qingheng's eyes lit up and he took out the vase from his bag: "Auntie, I happened to bring one with me. You can use this one first."

"No..." the old man said subconsciously, but the moment he saw the vase clearly, he could no longer open his mouth.

Yang Qingheng understood, put the vase on the table, and took the scissors to help her arrange the flowers. Not to mention, it was so stylish that even an old man couldn't help but praise it for its elegance.

But thinking of her husband, she still refused to let go: "It's not that I won't help you, it's just that the old man doesn't have time, and I guess you are in such a hurry that your patients won't be able to wait for him to come back."

Yang Qingheng's fingertips trembled, and his hand was pricked with blood. Tears flowed down his face without holding back.

The old woman was startled and quickly gave her the medical kit.

Yang Qingheng shook her head, the tip of her nose was red, she was really pitiful: "No, Auntie, thank you for your hospitality today."

"Hey, it's your stuff."

Yang Qingheng bowed deeply: "I heard that Dr. Chang saved countless lives. I was very touched. Besides, beautiful things should be in the hands of people who know how to appreciate them. This vase is given to you, madam."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Mrs. Chang laughed angrily and said helplessly: "I really admire you. Please leave your address at the head office. I will help you ask when Dr. Chang comes back tonight."

Yang Qingheng felt happy.

Mrs. Chang took the address and walked her out of the yard herself.

When Yang Qingheng saw her returning to the yard, she grimaced in pain and opened her palms, as if she had just deliberately picked off a few scabs.

But she couldn't help grinning.

At least half of it.

Fortunately, Mrs. Chang didn't see it, otherwise she would have scolded him as a "thousand-year-old vixen" and withdrawn her sympathy.