My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 881: Chapter 865: It’s All Ren Li’s Fault Chapter 881: Chapter 865: It’s All Ren Li’s Fault And as she spoke these words, it seemed that everyone would naturally take it for granted, because it was indeed just that—both natural and expected.

But for some reason, Ren Ying found these words grating to the ears—an irritation that lasted only a few seconds, before the nearby machine suddenly emitted a piercing sound.

Wu Liangliang also began convulsing, startling everyone present.

Wu Liangliang’s face contorted with the spasms, as if there were insects writhing beneath his skin.

His expression twisted grotesquely, his complexion turning ashen as though he were at death’s door.

“Liangliang, Liangliang…”

Ren Ying hurriedly bent over her son, crying out in terror.

Shortly after, several doctors rushed in and began administering emergency treatment to Wu Liangliang.

They tried to hold down his limbs as he thrashed wildly, emitting a burbling sound from his throat like boiling water, accompanied by his spasms that were enough to scare anyone witless.

Upon their arrival, they were aware of the severity of Wu Liangliang’s illness, but hadn’t expected it to be this grave—as if he were on the brink of death.

Before surgery, although Wu Liangliang frequently fell ill, he had never convulsed so violently, more frightening than even the worst epileptic fit.

If this were on TV, what kind of monster might Wu Liangliang have transformed into?

“How could this happen, how could this be?”

Outside, Ren’s mother covered her face and wept, “Why has Liangliang become like this?” She dared not imagine if this was how Wu Liangliang had been spending his days while they were locked away.

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It was all Ren Li’s fault,

What right did she have to lock them up?

What right did she have to leave her grandson here alone, with no one to care for him, and what on earth had these people done to her Liangliang?

Wu Liangliang continued to struggle desperately, his face turning beet red.

His body, gaunt and reduced to bones, seemed as if even the bones were protruding.

“Family members, please step outside,” the nurse urgently ushered the Wu and Ren families out, fearing they might hinder the resuscitation.

They didn’t realize that Wu Liangliang had suffered such episodes often, largely due to the surgery he’d undergone, which was only halfway done.

Another bone marrow transplant was still needed; today’s incident was particularly severe, and it seemed they were struggling to save him.

In the emergency room, the medical team continued their resuscitation efforts, a routine they performed daily with great professionalism and skill.

Yet despite the prolonged effort, Wu Liangliang’s condition showed little improvement.

His eyes rolled back, his pupils dilating and body still twitching involuntarily.

“Get Doctor Tang here,”

the emergency room doctor instructed the nurse to find someone urgently.

The nurse dashed out immediately, summoning Tang Yuxin.

It wasn’t that Tang Yuxin’s arrival guaranteed the patient’s survival, but rather that her skilled hands could restore a patient’s last breath.

If she could bring back that breath, the patient could live.

But if not, even Fairy Daluo couldn’t save him.

The nurse ran along the corridor towards Tang Yuxin’s office, thankfully, Doctor Tang was in today.

Otherwise, they really would have been too far away for timely help.

“Doctor Tang…”

She pushed open the door with a whoosh, only to find the office completely empty.

Impossible, Doctor Tang was definitely here, so where could she have gone?

Perhaps to the restroom?

Just as she was about to go back out, Tang Yuxin emerged from the inner office.

“What’s the matter, what happened, why so urgent?”

She had actually finished her shift, but Big White’s injection wasn’t done yet, and she might have to stay in the hospital for the night.

Right now, Big White was feeling very insecure, wanting his grandpa, his dad, and also his mom.

He had never been like this before—it was as if he absolutely needed everyone by his side.

“Dr.

Tang, save a life.”

The nurse placed her hands on her waist, having truly run until her stomach ached.

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“I’m on my way,” Tang Yuxin quickly grabbed her clothes to put them on, but just as she was about to leave, she heard Big White crying inside.

“Mommy, mommy, Big White wants mommy…”

Big White was getting an injection, and although normally a well-behaved child, he was probably feeling uncomfortable and had been fussing a lot.

He had just managed to fall asleep for a while, and now he woke again?

“Dr.

Tang…” The nurse was also anxious; outside, a life was waiting to be saved—if they were delayed any longer, they might have to send someone to the morgue.

“Let’s go,” Tang Yuxin stepped out and closed the door behind her, locking Big White’s crying on the other side.

She put her hand in her pocket and walked forward without stopping for even a step, and certainly without considering going back.

Big White was just crying, but others were waiting for her to save their lives.

She was a doctor.

And a doctor’s duty is to save lives, regardless of whether she had clocked out, whether her son was sick.

As long as the hospital needed her, she had to return to her post without hesitation.

To treat and save patients was also to hold the line.

In the office, Big White was still calling out for his mom with a hoarse voice, a needle in the back of his little hand.

He was on his second bottle, with two more to go, the poor little guy’s face flushed from crying.

“How can she be a mother like this?”

When Tang Zhinian saw his grandson crying, he almost cursed his daughter out in rage.

It was bad enough she didn’t take care of the child on a normal day, but now the child just wanted his mother, and she was able to leave Big White behind?

“Dad, she’s a doctor,” Gu Ning was wiping Big White’s little face, trying to comfort him.

“So what if she’s a doctor?

Does being a doctor mean she can ignore her son?”

The louder Tang Zhinian’s voice got, the softer became Big White’s crying; then he turned his head, watching his grandfather extend his neck and cursing his mom out bitterly.

“Yes, it’s her fault, I’ll make sure she pays attention,” said Gu Ning.

Gu Ning didn’t dare argue with Tang Zhinian.

Right now, Tang Zhinian was on the verge of exploding—the more said, the more explanations given, the more helpless the situation felt, and the harsher his scolding became.

Indeed, Gu Ning’s awareness of the situation and timely admission of guilt were like punching cotton for Tang Zhinian—it discharged his anger, and with no more to say, especially seeing his precious grandson no longer crying and staring at him with big, round black eyes, how could he remain angry?