My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 841: Chapter 825 He Dares Chapter 841: Chapter 825 He Dares Ren Ying took it over.

Although she wasn’t medically trained and was completely clueless about medical matters, it didn’t mean she couldn’t understand these test reports.

The most straightforward thing to do was to look directly at the final results.

Ren Ying’s gaze gradually moved downward, finally coming to rest on the last page, that line, those few words.

Seeing the written “70% compatibility” caused a burning sensation in her eyes.

“This is acceptable, isn’t it?”

She asked in a hurry, her heart unintentionally squeezing into her throat, a sharp, unbearable pain.

Just 70%, merely 70%, why so little?

And could such a small percentage truly suffice, would it actually work, could they really use it?

“Although it’s only 70%, it’s enough,” Wu Haoran crossed his legs and took the medical report from Ren Ying’s hands.

“This compatibility rate is extremely high, given that he’s not your son.”

Ren Ying felt as if something was stuck in her throat with an indescribable bitterness.

“Then…” she asked cautiously.

“You’re sure the child won’t die, right?”

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“What?” Su Haoran smiled, though the curve at the corner of his mouth was somewhat cold.

“You’re scared now?

When you were doing this in the beginning, I didn’t see you being afraid?”

“Don’t give me the cold shoulder here.

What, do you want to ridicule me now?”

Ren Ying curled her lip slightly, “If someone really dies because of this, you won’t be able to run from it.”

“You care about me??”

Su Haoran raised an eyebrow, and in his eyes, there was always a hint of peculiar thought.

Ren Ying leaned back, “Let’s not talk about the rest for now, just finish the surgery as soon as possible, to avoid complications.

The person I’m most concerned about right now is not anything else, but Ren’s mother,”

She was now afraid that Ren’s mother’s psychological strength wouldn’t hold up under the strain.

If something went wrong along the way, it would be more than just a waste of all their previous efforts.

“Don’t worry, I know,” Su Haoyang flipped through the medical reports without even lifting his head.

“You don’t need to tell me that the longer we wait, the more danger there is.

That’s something everyone knows.

I’m not so foolish as to wait until people from the other side come looking before acting, only to end up with nothing.

Of course, that’s a minor concern.

If things get even messier, it’s not something I can handle by myself.”

“Are you sure your sister is still of ordinary family background?”

It was then that Su Haoran finally looked up, asking Ren Ying seriously.

“What’s there to be unsure about?” Ren Ying was getting impatient.

“With her temperament, how could she marry into a good family?” She refused to think about how well Ren Li could be doing—additionally, when Ren Ying had arrived, she had come on foot and without any valuable jewelry on her person.

If she were really living a good life, or if she were wealthy, then she should have come back in a grand display, wearing gold and silver, outshining everyone.

She believed it was so.

Of course, she hadn’t bothered to investigate anything about Ren Li.

It was only because she happened to see Ren Li herself that Ren’s mother got her phone number and then called her over.

“Good,” Su Haoran sorted out the documents before opening a drawer and placing all the items he’d been holding back into it.

Powerless and unimportant individuals were best—if they were powerful, none of them would be able to escape.

“You haven’t said yet, exactly when is the surgery?” Ren Ying really couldn’t wait any longer, her heart tormented with each passing second.

“Day after tomorrow…”

Su Haoran closed the drawer and stared at Ren Ying steadily.

“Why can’t it be earlier?”

Upon hearing “day after tomorrow,” Ren Ying became somewhat resistant.

“Why does it have to be the day after tomorrow?

Can’t it be tomorrow?

Don’t you know that Ren Li doesn’t have to work on Monday and Tang Xincheng doesn’t have to go to school?”

“Because your son can’t wait until tomorrow.”

Su Haoran glanced at Ren Ying indifferently, “I said it’s the day after tomorrow, so it’s the day after tomorrow.

Who’s the doctor here, me or you?

Or maybe you’d like to perform the surgery yourself?

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If you don’t care about your son’s life, that’s your business.

Whether it’s Monday or not is irrelevant to me; you figure it out yourself.

If you can’t even come up with this much, how are you going to handle what comes next?”

Ren Ying felt choked by Su Haoran’s words, and anger surged within her.

“If I could operate, what would I need you for?”

As her words echoed out loud, Su Haoran remained unmoved.

Of course, he didn’t show any sign of offence, which startled Wu Bin, who had just walked in.

“Yingying, what are you doing?”

He hurried over, pulling Ren Ying away and apologized awkwardly to Su Haoran.

“Haoran, I’m sorry, she’s been a bit tense these past few days, she didn’t mean it.”

“Don’t worry,” Su Haoran’s expression remained unchanged, “I won’t take it to heart.”

“What about Liangliang’s surgery…”

Now, what Wu Bin was concerned about was also his son’s surgery.

The closer it got to the end, the more afraid he became.

He was even more afraid that Su Haoran would walk away and they would have to find another doctor, which, even if possible with money, might not be a good one.

What if they got a bogus doctor?

This was a life-and-death matter, something they absolutely couldn’t be careless about.

“Don’t worry, I won’t neglect Liangliang,” said Su Haoran as he picked up a pen and started writing something on a piece of paper, unwilling to say anything further.

The actions left Wu Bin in an awkward position as he quickly dragged Ren Xiang outside, rebuking her softly.

“What’s wrong with you, talking to Haoran like that?

If he takes offence, won’t it be our Liangliang’s life on the line?”

“He wouldn’t dare!”

As Wu Bin dragged her, Ren Ying, even against her will, seemed ready to burst out again, whether to argue with someone else or to go back and confront Su Haoran.

But how could Wu Bin let her go back in?

That wasn’t helping; that was holding them back.

She could hold them back as much as she wanted, but not at this moment.

Her son’s life hung in the balance; she absolutely couldn’t risk offending the doctor.

Even being old classmates wouldn’t matter; they could simply refuse to go through with it, and Wu Bin couldn’t take the risk.

Wu Bin pulled and tugged until he finally pushed Ren Ying into a room and shut the door.

Seeing this, Ren’s mother hurried over with questions, only for Wu Bin to cut her off quickly.

“Mom, she’s too tense; just let her rest a bit.”

“I see…” Ren’s mother thought about it and it made sense; after all, Wu Liangliang was Ren Ying’s only son.

From the moment he was born, Ren Ying had always put her son first.

Ever since the child fell ill, she hadn’t lived a single day in peace.

Her tension was perfectly normal.