My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 836: Chapter 820: This Is Someone Else’s Son Chapter 836: Chapter 820: This Is Someone Else’s Son “`

With such a vast family fortune, there was finally someone who could inherit it, and even though Su Haoran made it clear that it was impossible, Wu Bin just couldn’t let go.

He looked from left to right; the boy really did resemble him.

“Look at these eyebrows and this nose, they’re just like mine.”

“Could you help me check?”

Wu Bin was determined to find out, and no matter what anyone said, he wouldn’t believe them.

He only trusted his own eyes and believed in medicine.

Su Haoran hadn’t spoken when the door was pushed open.

Ren Ying walked in, her face bearing no trace of a smile, yet the slight curl of her lips carried a multitude of sarcasm.

“Dr.

Su, if he wants to check, then help him.”

Wu Bin felt a wave of embarrassment, “Yingying, I really don’t mean anything else,” he hurriedly explained, “I just want to be sure if he can save our Liangliang?”

Ren Ying didn’t believe the nonsense he spouted.

It sounded nice, but she knew all too well the true motives behind his words, and there was no fooling her.

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“You really want to check?”

Su Haoran asked them both.

Checking would take some time; obviously, they knew what he meant—even without saying it outright.

What else could it be but a DNA test?

It was no more than Wu Bin suspecting that Tang Xincheng was his son.

“Check, why not?”

Ren Ying clutched her chest, “If he wants to know, then let him know.

I also want to know how Ren Li managed to give birth to such a child who’s eight or nine years old?”

And this reference to being eight or nine years old turned Wu Bin’s face instantly red and purple, as if he’d been punched.

That punch landed squarely on his face, swelling it right up.

Eight or nine years old.

If the boy was his son, it couldn’t be possible for him to be just eight or nine years old.

Ren Li left eleven years ago, and if there had been a child, he’d be close to Wu Liangliang’s age by now.

No matter how you looked at it, the child couldn’t be younger than Wu Zhouzhou.

An eight or nine-year-old boy was clearly someone else’s child, having nothing to do with Wu Bin or the Wu family, not even a cent.

“Actually, it’s not that complicated,” Su Haoran stood up and straightened his clothes, “You can just test the blood in a moment.”

Wu Bin’s mouth twitched slightly, and his whole body felt as if it had been doused with a bucket of cold water, utterly chilling him to the core.

He had already lost that train of thought, and even the slight hope that had fluttered in his heart just a moment ago had now turned to disappointment.

Su Haoran turned and walked away, then opened a cabinet, took out a syringe, walked back, grabbed Tang Xincheng’s wrist, and inserted the needle into his vein.

Whether his action was too forceful or if he hadn’t regarded Tang Xincheng as a human being, the needle was both fiercely and precisely driven home.

Tang Xincheng’s eyes flew open as the pain jolted him awake.

His eyes widened in terror at the syringe plunging into his arm, and he began to struggle frantically.

Even at his young age, he knew what these people were about to do to him.

He didn’t want his blood drawn, what right did these people have to take his blood?

Su Haoran continued drawing blood, his movements not slow or cautious, and he certainly didn’t consider that this was a child.

How could a doctor be so heavy-handed with an innocent child?

Tang Xincheng had seen plenty in his life, especially doctors.

He visited the main hospital nearly every day, where the doctors were always extremely gentle with children.

None were like Su Haoran, who didn’t seem to see him as a child but rather as a block of wood.

The needle was merciless and cruel, and a large tube of blood was drawn with cold indifference to the impact on a child.

No thought was given to how much blood was being taken from his small body, or how many days it would take for him to recover.

And he was just a child, an eight or nine-year-old boy, who, although tall for his age, was truly just that young.

Once Su Haoran had drawn enough blood, he didn’t even help Tang Xincheng stop the bleeding before removing the syringe.

Blood welled out and soon soaked the boy’s clothes red.

Without pausing, he took the blood for testing.

And when he returned, he breathed a slight sigh of relief, the dizziness that had clouded his vision dissipating.

“Is it?” Wu Bin’s eyes gleamed with hope, but seeing Su Haoran’s expression, he didn’t dare to say a word.

“He’s not yours, your blood types are worlds apart.”

Su Haoran was straightforward, and Wu Bin forced a smile.

He had known it, yet he still didn’t like the outcome.

“Then…” he suddenly remembered something and quickly asked.

“Did it work or not?”

The most important thing now was Wu Liangliang.

Wu Bin feared that all their efforts would be in vain; they had already experienced too many disappointments, going from initial hope to present despair.

If it didn’t work this time, Wu Liangliang might not even survive the year.

But now, they were filled with hope and anticipation once again.

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“Yes, it’s compatible.”

Su Haoran felt a weight lift off his shoulders, relieved by the compatibility.

“When can the surgery take place?”

Wu Bin asked again, rubbing his hands together, wishing the surgery on his son could start immediately.

Once the surgery was done, his dear son would be safe to grow up, to become handsome and intelligent.

As for Ren Li’s child, moments ago filled with expectation, now filled him with utter revulsion.

“No rush,” Su Haoran glanced indifferently at the child tied up on the floor.

“We’ve got the child here; we can operate whenever we want.

We’ll do the surgery once Liangliang’s condition improves a bit.”

For him to speak so casually meant he was utterly confident about the surgery.

Could it be sooner?

Wu Bin was terrified of complications arising if they delayed.

If Ren Li found out, it could be catastrophic.

Knowing her character, she would most likely take them to court.

And at that point, no matter how wealthy he was, he doubted he could outtalk Ren Li.

But as long as his son recovered, he didn’t care if Ren Li demanded the moon.

What he feared was her finding out too soon, leaving Wu Liangliang with no hope.

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