My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 875: Chapter 859: Not Biological Chapter 875: Chapter 859: Not Biological Wu Liangliang, turned out not to be his son, but Ren Ying’s child with another man, and who else could that man be?

Other than Su Haoran, who else could it be?

No wonder Su Haoran was so dedicated in helping them, not strange that he would perform such a surgery for Wu Liangliang, fully aware that it was illegal, yet he still did it, did it with all his might.

At that time, he was still deeply grateful, not knowing how many times he had thanked Su Haoran, even planning to repay him for the rest of his life, but what was the result?

He had become the butt of a huge joke.

It turned out to be nothing but deep father-son affection.

It was simply natural, rightful.

And what was he, a live turtle played in the palms of Su Haoran and Ren Ying, or a big green turtle?

In his whole life, Su Haoran would probably never forget the look in Wu Bin’s eyes at that moment, so sinister, and as cold as that of a venomous snake coiling over his head, biting fiercely into his neck.

As he was taken away, his lips trembled, leaving him speechless.

What are you going to do to Liangliang?

His voice trembled with terror, Liangliang was just a child, he had done nothing wrong, all the faults were mine, if you want revenge come at me, spare him.

And he would have been better off not saying a word, for with that statement, the light in Wu Bin’s eyes turned blood-red.

Such a spontaneous confession, wasn’t it?

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Even so, even after seeing that document, even though he knew, Ren Li would not deceive him, because there was no point in deceiving him, right?

Because after he came out, he would check for himself, Ren Li wouldn’t bother wasting the effort to make a fake certificate for him.

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And yet, he naively believed it.

At the first instance, he truly believed Ren Li.

Thinking back, Ren Li was probably the only one who had never deceived him in this life.

Her personality was straightforward, never beating around the bush, certainly never liking to lie, while it was Ren Ying who was always deceitful.

Ren Ying deceived him, deceived his parents, and wasted his time, everything he had, and also his son.

And now, look, there’s no need to check anymore, what’s there to look into?

Su Haoran had admitted it himself.

Could it be fake?

Could it still be false?

Su Haoran was a doctor, a real doctor, and he was the one who carried out all those tests.

If it weren’t true, if he hadn’t conducted the tests, if he wasn’t sure, how could he possibly take such a risk for someone else’s child?

It wasn’t about befriending him or being righteous towards a friend.

He was willing to go through fire and water for his own son, to face extreme dangers, but what about him, Wu Bin?

What did he count for?

His gaze fixed intensely on Su Haoran’s departing figure, that resentment and poison would forever remain upon Su Haoran, but a lifetime, was it enough?

No, definitely not enough.

Even if the cycle were to repeat for ten lifetimes, it would never be enough.

Haoran, Ying, I will never let you go, not in this lifetime, ever.

Wu Ying didn’t know why, but she suddenly shivered.

She had just started to regain her composure when her head hit the glass on the side.

She quickly covered her forehead and jerked along with the bumps of the bus.

The bus was crowded with many people, and she wondered whether they were all going to the hospital or if this line was always so popular.

The bus started and stopped repeatedly, with many people boarding but hardly any alighting.

As more and more people squeezed in, the air quality worsened, a mixture of different odors mingling, becoming nauseating after just a few stops; especially since they had boarded without securing any seats and didn’t know for how many hours they would have to endure both the ride and the smells.

Father Ren only had ten yuan, which was just enough for them to take the bus there and back.

They had no idea where their next meal would come from.

They were probably going to wait until the assets of the two families unfroze or maybe ask some old friends to borrow some money to get through these tough times before dealing with the rest, which would then be much easier.

Ying didn’t recall when was the last time she had taken a bus.

She had always been chauffeured in cars, it seemed she had only taken the bus with classmates when she was in school, and now she truly forgot what riding a bus felt like.

Today, she finally experienced it again.

Crowded, dirty, chaotic.

Many people rubbed against her, almost making her scream out loud.

Did she still think she was a celestial being?

Now, she was not even a middle-aged woman but a woman over forty, old and dusty, with eye bags larger than her eyes and wrinkles deep enough to trap flies on her head.

Besides, there were only aunties around her, who would take advantage of her?

It was just that the bus was too crowded, so crowded there was no helping it, everyone had to squeeze and shove.

If she didn’t like it, she could take a taxi, right?

Since she wanted to save money, then she had to accept either the crowd or the squeeze.

Regardless of how the Ren and Wu families were doing, everyone on the bus was used to the crowd.

The bus swayed and shook for who knows how long, always crowded, but at a certain stop, more people got off than usual.

Of course, even more people boarded, and it was fortunate that many had gotten off, creating several vacant seats so they could finally sit down.

When they sat, not just Mother Ren but even Ying felt like her legs were about to break.

Looking out through the bus window, she saw the prosperity rivaling that of Beijing’s inner city, with skyscrapers rising from the ground.

When had all these been built?

With so many vehicles coming and going, when had they appeared, and all these people, what on earth was happening here?

Sometimes, it seemed even busier than downtown Beijing.

“This place has developed really fast,” Father Ren sighed, “Back in the day, you could cross this area and see nothing but desolation, without a soul in sight.

It’s been just a few years since I last came here, and now there are so many tall buildings?”

“Yeah,” Father Wu, who had been silent, didn’t know what to feel inside.

Perhaps he was the one who should be making such a lament.

He had lived a carefree life, doing business all his life.

As a businessman, intuition develops over time.

He had discussed with his son, wanting him to shift into the real estate business, especially around Beijing’s main hospital area.

Back then, despite the desolation and lack of demand, he heard that many universities and the World Trade Center would move here, and the new airport would also be near, ensuring this area’s development wouldn’t be inferior to Beijing.

But Wu Bin wouldn’t listen, insisting on getting into electronics with others, and after losing some money, switched to the catering business, letting a prime piece of real estate here slip through their fingers, to be snatched up by others.