My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 884: Chapter 868: Looking for Dr.

Tang Again Chapter 884: Chapter 868: Looking for Dr.

Tang Again “`

It’s just that, at her age, whether it’s her age in this lifetime, or the sum of her ages across two lifetimes, she couldn’t really say.

If you asked her, she actually wouldn’t be clear.

One could only say that time is truly a wonderful thing, for it teaches people many things.

The past that was once remembered, the past that wouldn’t pass, the incomprehensible, the remnants, all quietly whittled away by time, so that when one day they are recalled, perhaps all one can do is smile.

After Tang Yuxin had comforted the indignant nurse, she then went to see her own Dabai.

Dabai had finished his egg, and now, nestled in his grandfather’s arms, he was earnestly looking at a picture book, one with illustrations and pinyin.

Although he couldn’t read many words yet, he loved looking at picture books and did so with considerable concentration.

Now he was being good, not feeling unwell anymore, his stomach full, and his grandfather, who adored him most, was with him.

And just a while ago, he had nearly cried himself to death, yet prevented his grandfather from scolding his mother to death.

Tang Yuxin went over, adjusted the IV drip rate, and estimated that by the time these few bottles were done, it might well be late evening.

“Dad, aren’t you going home?”

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He had stayed here all day.

Wasn’t he going back to his wife and son?

“Not going back.

Dabai can’t do without his grandfather.”

Tang Zhinian gave his daughter a glance, “Or shall I take Dabai home with me?”

“No,” Tang Yuxin objected.

Dabai had more than a common cold; it was highly contagious.

If it spread to someone else, that wouldn’t be good.

In the hospital, he was continuously on IV; she could take care of him.

But at home, without these medicines, and she had not prepared these Western medicines for home either.

Because they lived close to the hospital, and it was convenient for her to go to work, keeping medicines at home could be dangerous if the children happened to rummage through them and drink them like water; that would truly give her a headache.

“Then I’m not leaving either,” said Tang Zhinian, holding onto his grandson.

“Don’t want Grandpa to leave,” Dabai said, clutching Tang Zhinian’s clothes with his little chubby hands.

And the two of them, grandfather and grandson, stared at Tang Yuxin with the same look in their eyes, the kind that said if you make us leave, we might as well die.

Alright then, Tang Yuxin raised her hands in surrender.

Tang Zhinian lowered his head and pinched his grandson’s chubby cheek.

“How about Grandpa tells you a story?”

“Yes,” Dabai nodded vigorously, ready for his grandfather’s story.

Tang Zhinian cleared his throat, and began.

“Back in the day, when your mother was born, she looked almost like a hairless mouse.

Grandpa was worried she wouldn’t make it.

The villagers also doubted her survival, saying just give up on her.

Such a big baby, if she survives, that’s a horse of another color.”

Outside, Tang Yuxin rested her forehead against the wall, then gave it a gentle thump.

She checked the time.

It was already late, and since she couldn’t go back, she thought she might as well check on the other patients.

After all, she wasn’t busy right now, and Gu Ning would come over after finishing his own tasks.

What was there to worry about?

Yet as she reached the door of Wu Liangliang’s room on the fifth floor, she didn’t even think of going inside.

She strode past and turned to visit the other patients instead.

Meanwhile, inside that room, an almost palpable, terrible low pressure enveloped the space.

Not to mention anything else, Wu Bin hadn’t shown up even until now.

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“Dad, you said Wu Bin would come over, but what time is it now, and he still hasn’t shown up?”

Ren Ying kept complaining, since coming out from there, she hadn’t learned anything else, but once she started talking, she never seemed to stop.

Isn’t he her son after all?

“He might be held up with something,”

Wu Bin’s mother defended him.

No matter what, that was her son.

Although she was also complaining, she wouldn’t allow others to blame him.

If it had been in the past, they would have already clashed with Ren Ying for speaking ill of Wu Bin, but now with Wu Liangliang in this condition and Wu Bin truly not present, she felt somewhat at fault, and when one was at fault, they naturally had to endure whatever they could.

Shortly after, Ren Ying’s father came in, bringing some items with him.

The young one is unwell, but the elders still need to eat, and the hospital bills have yet to be paid.

“Did the money arrive?”

Ren Ying’s mother asked her husband.

“Yes, it’s here,” said Ren Ying’s father as he placed the food on the table and beckoned everyone to eat.

He had borrowed some money to pay the hospital bills, but there wasn’t much left.

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The facilities at the Beijing General Hospital were excellent, but their services came at a high cost.

These expenses would not have concerned them in the past, but now with limited funds, they would have to borrow more money.

Fortunately, his connections from before were still good, so he could borrow money.

It was only now that he realized the true value of how he had conducted himself in the past.

Among them—the elderly, the frail, and the sick—it was probably only him who could still borrow money.

The group ate in silence, not speaking a word.

It was fortunate that Tang Xincheng’s illness was unique, allowing him to have a single room with three beds.

With nowhere to go at night, they took the opportunity to rest there—two to a bed and the last person on the floor, which was also convenient for keeping an eye on Wu Liangliang.

However, when night came, the jarring sound of machines rang out again, startling the few who had just fallen asleep to immediately sit up as doctors rushed in for another tense emergency intervention.

“No, we need to get Dr.

Tang here,”

The doctor quickly asked the nurse, “Is Dr.

Tang still in?”

“He is,” said the nurse who had just seen Tang Yuxin, “Dr.

Tang’s son has caught a viral cold, and there’s a risk of infecting others, so he has been staying inside the hospital all day.”

“You go and fetch Dr.

Tang quickly.”

“Alright,” the nurse glanced at Ren Ying, her agreement tinged with reluctance.

“Dr.

Chen, I think you should explain to the patient’s family why Dr.

Tang is needed,”

Dr.

Chen hurried the nurse, “Why say so much?

Just go and fetch him.”

The nurse pouted.

Going to find him was likely in vain, as there had been incidents of scamming, and Dr.

Tang was aware of the situation.

It was not certain whether Dr.

Tang would be willing to come.

She could only go out to look for Tang Yuxin, but when she saw the Ren and Wu families at the door, she stopped.

“Don’t worry,” she said, addressing Ren Ying directly.