[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-wife-is-a-miracle-doctor-in-the-80s":3,"chapter-my-wife-is-a-miracle-doctor-in-the-80s-my-wife-is-a-miracle-doctor-in-the-80s-chapter-598":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1720970,2197,"Chapter 598","my-wife-is-a-miracle-doctor-in-the-80s-chapter-598",598,"\u003Cp>Chapter 598: Chapter 590: She Wants to Go Home Chapter 598: Chapter 590: She Wants to Go Home She had seen rural kitchens before and used the traditional stoves there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Light the fire.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Madam Song pushed Tang Yuxin towards the stove without further ado, rolled up her own sleeves and started cooking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Yuxin, coughing, stoked the stove, remaining silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever old Madam Song commanded, she obeyed: Light the fire, fetch water, don’t talk, she did it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the midst of all this uncertainty, she couldn’t do anything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t run, and she didn’t dare to either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew the consequences if she tried to run, she would be beaten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a possibility she wouldn’t even make it out of the village, but die here instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Madam Song, however, seemed satisfied with her docile behavior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, I’m hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is the food ready yet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Dashaa’s booming voice filled the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ran directly into the kitchen, lifting the pot with one hand and holding a bowl in the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that the meal was not ready yet, his face immediately fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, where’s the food?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Almost ready, almost ready.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Madam Song, hasty and placating, addressed her son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She then glanced at Tang Yuxin, her expression changing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stoke the fire faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are you hungry or not?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a word, Tang Yuxin’s stomach let out a loud growl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She touched the corner of her mouth as she fetched more firewood to add to the stove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she weren’t in possession of her memories, she might begin to believe she had been reborn as some unfortunate young bride again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, hurry up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Dashaa kicked the oven angrily, the next kick landing on Tang Yuxin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kicking the oven didn’t hurt him, but kicking Tang Yuxin did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Yuxin’s thin frame bore the brunt of the kick, the pain shooting through her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She clenched her teeth in response, scrambling over to Old Madam Song and tugging at her sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, I don’t like her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Get rid of her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, alright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’ll be gone in a bit.” Old Madam Song was always accommodating of her son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shooed him out of the kitchen, busying herself with cooking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing else mattered for now; breakfast was her priority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ƝονǤօ.ᴄ0\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She figured she could always find some medicine for her dim-witted son, whether he wanted it or not, as long as he could father a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Yuxin felt a chill creep up her spine; she had the gut feeling Old Madam Song was plotting something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Song family ate a simple breakfast of corn porridge and cornbread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white buns, however, caught her eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you looking at?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You think you are entitled to eat white flour?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Madam Song covered the white buns with her clothes protectively, shooting a warning look at Tang Yuxin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Yuxin, thin as a rail, touched her stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was aware she couldn’t afford to gain weight; otherwise, she might end up on the butcher’s block soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Madam Song tossed a piece of cornbread in Tang Yuxin’s direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t sit with us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stay away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shooed Tang Yuxin away as though she was afraid the girl would dirty the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Yuxin, holding the cornbread, sat on the ground, taking small bites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside her was a plastic bucket filled with cold water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The water in the bucket was icy cold, just short of freezing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eating the cornbread was challenging; it was tasteless and dry compared to the white buns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Yuxin wiped her hands on her clothes before dipping them in the icy water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment her fingertips made contact with the water, she pulled her hand back reflexively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was bitterly cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She scooped some water with her hands, raised it to her mouth, and drank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She touched her stomach again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had been held captive for more than a month, and over that period, she had lost a lot of weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, drinking cold water could possibly…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could feel a chill spreading in her belly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she ever managed to escape, she might have fertility issues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was she doomed to a fate like in her previous life?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She laughed bitterly at the thought of her inability to bear children in the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All her life, she had dreamt of having her own child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had always been extremely careful about her health, never letting herself come into contact with cold water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After she got her periods, she would drink a specific herbal soup every month to nurture her health.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, all of that had come to naught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just because of one incident…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gnawed on her cornbread, swallowing the tasteless crumb while washing it down with icy water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she could finish eating, old Madam Song threw a broom in her direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go clean the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I see even a single leaf, you’ll get a thrashing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Yuxin gripped the broom tightly, limping through the sweeping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her leg, almost broken by Song Dashaa, throbbed with pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was relieved her bone hadn’t broken; otherwise, she might have ended up disabled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She swept her way through the yard, the wind stirring the fallen leaves into a desolate whirl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite everything, she still had some hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to go back home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She missed her father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to continue being a doctor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She still wanted to save Gu Ning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t want him to suffer, like in her previous life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind blew into her eyes, causing her to blink, and she swallowed the lump in her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The iron chain that bound her ankle chafed her skin, causing wounds that bled, healed, and reopened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She opened the door and entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the kitchen, huge and pitch black, with piles of firewood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She found herself a corner, where she sat, hugging her knees, letting the cold wind caress her thin clothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clothes bore an unpleasant smell, but she had become desensitized to it; perhaps because she had been wearing the same thing for too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her sense of smell and touch were numbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, she only had that one piece of clothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how dirty it got, she couldn’t wash it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sat curled up in the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The familiar sound of the wind rustling the leaves outside filled the room, piercingly clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps it was because of the silence that she could hear the noises outside.\u003C\u002Fp>",1072,"2026-06-06T15:29:20.099Z",1,"novelbin.me","ca63b3374dbf2bc7cbf27f0f53dd4d33ec1e5a4479e2db7f2b428bf0ba18ceac","my-wife-is-a-miracle-doctor-in-the-80s-chapter-599","my-wife-is-a-miracle-doctor-in-the-80s-chapter-597",1128,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-wife-is-a-miracle-doctor-in-the-80s-cover.jpg"]