My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 866: Chapter 850 Good Son Chapter 866: Chapter 850 Good Son Ren Li took the cigarette case and, like before, shook out a single cigarette.

Wu Bin couldn’t help but feel an itch in his throat, as if his craving for a smoke was acting up.

He reached out to take the cigarette, but Ren Ying snatched it into her own hands instead.

Then she pulled out a lighter, sparked it, and lit the cigarette.

She held it between her fingers, squinting her eyes and took a gentle drag.

There’s a special charm to a woman who smokes.

Especially a woman like Ren Li, with half a life’s worth of stories, dressed in wealth, wanting for nothing—what she desires, she has.

Yet, ironically, there are things that trouble her.

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There she sat, puffing away, thanks to Gu Qing’s connections; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to bring cigarettes in at all.

Actually, it had been a long time since she had last smoked, certainly not in Tang Zhinian’s presence.

Sometimes, when affairs weren’t settled and she felt overwhelmed, she would indulge in one or two.

Tang Zhinian knew she smoked, but he never opposed it, understanding that moderation could be pleasant but excess was harmful to the health.

And how could a beauty like her let herself become a heavy smoker?

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Smoking, after all, was just her way of feeling tired at heart, seeking to reclaim or remember something.

She took another puff, her gaze falling on Wu Bin’s face from the corner of her eye.

“What, the hospital didn’t notify you?”

Ren Li asked Wu Bin with a mocking tone.

Oh, she had forgotten, the entire Wu family was now inside.

As for Wu Liangliang’s case, the hospital would instinctively notify Wu Bin’s relatives— if not the direct ones who were already in, certainly a side branch of the family.

It seemed she was the only one left, Wu Liangliang’s aunt by blood.

No matter what, these things involved her too.

However, she couldn’t care less about Wu Liangliang’s fate.

With that said, she saw Wu Bin’s face turn an ugly shade of green.

“What’s happened to my son?

What do you want to do to him?” Wu Bin spoke fiercely, as if ready to tear Ren Wei apart, to eat her flesh and drink her blood.

Ren Wei remained seated, placing the cigarette against her lips, twisting slightly to leave a lipstick mark.

“I won’t do anything to your son,” she removed the cigarette and exhaled a plume of smoke into the air.

At that moment, she exuded an alluring charm—one that Wu Bin had never encountered before and it instilled in him a sense of fear.

“I’m not like you.”

Ren Li snuffed out the cigarette and leaned to one side, “I’m not as shameless as you and Ren Ying, using someone else’s child to save your own son.

But, sadly, even with all your desperate scheming, you cannot bring him back.”

“Indeed, it’s karma, not that it doesn’t come, but the time hasn’t arrived yet.

After all the effort and cunning you’ve employed, what’s the result?”

She leaned her body slightly backward.

Wu Bin’s complexion turned even grayer.

“I’m just here to convey a message from the hospital because they contacted me,” Ren Li said, her eyes narrowing, lips curving in a mocking smile.

“They said your son’s first bone marrow transplant failed.

Therefore, a second transplant is necessary.”

The impact of Ren Li’s words seemed to render Wu Bin’s already pale face deathly still.

“Another transplant?”

Wu Bin seemed unable to take it in.

In Ren Li’s eyes, he must be so out of touch because he had been locked up for so long that his brain had gone to mush.

People always say that geniuses don’t grow hair on smart heads—could it be that Wu Bin’s bald head was not a sign of brilliance but of increased foolishness?

“Another transplant?”

Wu Bin repeated, his face suddenly lifting to look at Ren Li.

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“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Ren Li did not even lift her eyelids, “I will not let my son donate bone marrow to Wu Liangliang again.”

“He’s just a child,” Wu Bin said with difficulty, “No matter what, it’s still a life.”

“Ha ha…”

Ren Li let out another cold laugh, “Now you realize it’s a life, but what about before?

How did you all treat my son before?

Is it that Wu Liangliang’s life is a life, but my son’s life isn’t?”

“I’m begging you…”

Wu Bin was demeaning himself.

Not to mention begging in such a lowering manner, he would even be willing to kneel before Ren Li if need be.

Ren Li half-closed her eyes, just looking at the man before her, who was stupid, dumb, ugly, old, and pitiful.

And where this pitifulness lay, Wu Bin did not know, but he felt a piercing pain in his heart.

Begging me won’t help, Ren Li was helpless in this matter, and so was her son.

Meanwhile, in Tian Bin’s eyes, there suddenly appeared an accusation as if saying how cold-blooded Ren Li truly was.

“You don’t need to look at me that way,” Ren Li took out another cigarette, placed it to her lips, and took a gentle drag, letting the smoke wrap around her.

“Even if I agreed, the hospital wouldn’t agree.”

Wu Bin shook his head, “That’s impossible?”

“How is it not possible?” Ren Li cut him off, “You are just short of draining all the blood from my son’s body.

Even if my son wanted to donate, despite the wish to save a life being greater than creating a seventh-level Buddha, sacrificing himself again to save Wu Liangliang is impossible now.”

“Don’t ask why.”

Ren Li cut off Wu Bin again.

“Now there isn’t a hospital that would dare operate on my son.

Saving Wu Liangliang would cost my son his life, and besides, we’re not that noble.”

And Ren Li was not lying about this; none of them could decide for Tang Xincheng.

The only one who could make that decision was Tang Xincheng’s elder sister.

Let’s not even talk about whether Tang Xincheng’s body could endure another bone marrow donation; even if it could, Tang Yuxin would never agree, and she, as his mother, naturally wouldn’t want it either.

“How could you all…”

Wu Bin suddenly stood up, his resentment now fully apparent, no longer hidden, right?

Whoever is at fault should bear the consequences.

Ren Li extinguished the cigarette in her hand and took her purse, pulling something out from it and placing it in front of Wu Bin.

“I brought you something.

After you’ve looked it over, then decide whether you want to kneel before me to save your precious son.”

And the last phrase “precious son” was said with a singsong mockery that made Wu Bin quite uncomfortable.

He held the stack of documents in his hand, always in his grasp, never once looking inside.

It wasn’t until shortly after Ren Li left that he finally took it and started flipping through page by page.

At first, he read on with great patience, but as he read, his expression grew worse and worse, until, at last, he threw the documents in his hands all over, like snowflakes scattering in a storm, and with them, his heart was whipped into a tempest as well.

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