My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 1004: Chapter 988: Look at Your Timidness Chapter 1004: Chapter 988: Look at Your Timidness “`

At the time, those who were causing trouble in the hospital and smashing up the wards were only filed away as a case, because they all had children at home.

The hospital treated the situation with discretion, but once these kids are fully recovered, not one of those troublemakers will be able to escape, with the surveillance footage and so many hospital staff as witnesses.

The hospital wasn’t smashed up for nothing; everything inside was bought with money, all public property.

Those few people’s children and one adult weren’t beaten for no reason.

Especially the one who was hit in the head, who nearly suffered brain damage.

That smart and beautiful child, if something had really happened, they would have to chop those responsible to pieces without a doubt.

Ever since Tang Yuxin said they could come, Ren Li has been visiting very frequently, almost as if she had intentions of moving in.

When she brought a kitchen knife with her one evening, it scared everyone there.

“Li, what are you doing?” Tang Zhinian stammered, “Everything is fine…

What are you doing with that?

Don’t do anything rash!”

Ren Li swung the kitchen knife in the air a couple of times before slamming it down on the table.

“If anyone dares to hit my grandson again, I’ll chop off their heads, chop and chop,” she picked up the knife again and began to slice in demonstration, scaring Tang Zhinian out of his wits.

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He was genuinely worried—what if she accidentally cut her hand, or mistook his head for a watermelon?

Now it was only him there, couldn’t she stop with the knives and guns?

How dangerous they were.

Ren Li put down the knife again and gave him a disdainful look.

“Look at you, mouse-hearted.”

Tang Zhinian wasn’t faint-hearted, but weapons are blind, especially kitchen knives.

Who fights with a kitchen knife?

Besides, they were in a hospital.

If they got hit, they would be in the right.

The issue was far from resolved.

After all, everyone has children, and they’d address everything else once the medical situation was under control.

But if they took up a kitchen knife, then the nature of the matter would change entirely.

Even if they were in the right to defend themselves, they would have no leg to stand on.

So, the kitchen knife had to be put away—yes, definitely hidden.

Lest they injure themselves and have no time for tears.

While Ren Wei went to check on her grandsons, Tang Zhinian hastily hid the knife.

But he didn’t know where to conceal it and finally settled on Tang Yuxin’s desk.

He rushed over and put the knife in her desk drawer, which even had a lock, closed it, pulled out the key, and placed it in the next drawer.

It was a family habit to keep keys close; he did it, Tang Yuxin did it, Tang Xincheng did it too.

So, he didn’t need to specifically inform Tang Yuxin; she would find the key herself.

Ren Li went to see her grandsons.

Xiaobai’s injuries were light, so he was content listening to his uncle’s stories.

Da Bai was more seriously injured; his little head was swollen and pitiful.

He had cried from the pain at first, but now he had stopped.

Ren Li took the medicine and approached Da Bai.

Da Bai willingly extended his chubby little arm for Grandma to apply the ointment.

“We’re going to put on the medicine now.”

Ren Li carefully applied the ointment to Da Bai.

Indeed, women are women, meticulous and able to control their strength unlike Gu Dad and Tang Zhinian; sometimes, in their haste, they could hurt the children.

The kids were too young to communicate with adults, so even when in pain, they would just pout and cry on their own.

But when Ren Li took over, the little ones stopped crying even when the medicine was applied.

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“We apply the medicine, and once the medicine is on, it’ll all be better,”

Ren Li helped Xiaobai apply the ointment, blowing gently as she did so.

The number of chickenpox blisters on Xiaobai’s body was diminishing, becoming countable, which meant they needed less ointment now.

The family was finally spared from the daily and nightly chore of medicating.

They had more time to spend with the children, freely gifting them toys; in a matter of days, the toys piled up into a heap.

When Tang Yuxin entered the room, Xiaobai was lying down, playing with his little fingers, though what fun he found in them, she didn’t know.

Yet, he was content, able to entertain himself happily alone.

“Mommy…”

Xiaobai stretched out his little hand to Tang Yuxin—obviously, not broken; the wound on his head had healed quite a bit, his eyes shone bright again, smiling more, and he enjoyed playing with his uncle.

Tang Yuxin walked over, placed her hand on Xiaobai’s forehead for a moment, then checked Xiaobai’s temperature.

Both children had normal body temperatures now, their complexions weren’t bad either, and they were quite lively, likely feeling much more comfortable.

The new medication had arrived; Tang Yuxin took the medicine from the nurse’s hand, then grasped Xiaobai’s plump little hand.

“Mommy is going to give you a shot, Xiaobai, be good.

It will hurt just for a moment, and then it won’t anymore.

Once this injection is done, we can very soon go home.” This medication had passed clinical trials with excellent results.

Possibly, with just one shot, by evening, all the chickenpox could clear up.

Then they could return home.

Yes, perhaps let Xiaobai and Dabai stay at the new house that Ren Li obtained for a few days.

It’s quite a distance away from here, much safer compared to the instability of this place.

Moreover, there’s a hot spring there.

Let the little ones soak in the hot spring; that’s beneficial.

Hot springs can cleanse them beautifully—even though they are boys, it’s still important for them to grow up handsome.

If they grow up to be unattractive, they won’t be able to find wives in the future.

Xiaobai looked at his little arm, then at his mother, and then squinted tightly, gearing up for the injection.

Tang Yuxin grasped his chubby hand with one hand and picked up the needle with the other, finding his small vein and gently injecting as if pricked by a needle—and then, he barely felt anything.

Xiaobai finally opened his eyes to see his mother smiling at him.

Tang Yuxin touched his little head, “In a while, I’ll let you watch some cartoons.”

“Okay,” Xiaobai responded joyfully, nodding vigorously with his small head, one hand clutching his little blanket.

When his uncle arrived, Xiaobai grabbed onto him, and only then did he feel truly at ease.

Now it was Dabai’s turn.

Seeing his mother approaching, he pursed his small lips, then proactively stretched out his little arm.

He was a child who knew the score, aware that it was inevitable to get the shot sooner or later.

Tang Chengyu was indeed a merciless mother, not giving her child any time to prepare.

She pulled over Dabai’s small arm and swiftly inserted the needle into the back of his little hand, and just like that, the injection was done.