My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 888: Chapter 872: This is Impossible Chapter 888: Chapter 872: This is Impossible “`

Just as the nurse was about to draw blood, a hand stretched over.

The hand was white and slender, delicate and beautiful, indeed resembling an artist’s hand, aesthetically pleasing.

Unfortunately, this was the hand of someone who wielded a scalpel, and when wielding it, was unfailingly precise and swift, performing operations that open bodies and cut flesh and bone as if it were nothing.

“First, remove the needle,” Tang Yuxin told the nurse.

She also placed one hand on the patient’s wrist, but as soon as she pressed down, she immediately moved it away.

“Bring a flatbed stretcher over.”

She called out to the phlebotomy nurse, who had just realized something was wrong with the patient, and hurriedly ran out to call for help.

The patient’s wife was terrified by his condition and stood frozen in shock.

Ren Ying, too, stood by without moving an inch.

The patient had large beads of sweat on his forehead, and his lips were colorless; he couldn’t even speak.

He moved his lips as his heart suffered a burst of intense pain, experiencing a dizzy spell.

“Don’t move, stabilize your breathing,”

Tang Yuxin said.

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Though her voice was cold and clear, it had a calming effect that perhaps was amplified by the white lab coat she wore, instinctively reassuring the sick.

There was a cold fragrance about her that seemed to ease the most restless of people.

The patient closed his eyes and tried to even his breathing, inhaling and exhaling slowly.

While his heart still felt uncomfortable and his head heavy, the extreme discomfort seemed to have subsided.

Tang Zhinian knew his daughter was saving someone, and judging by the look of it, it wasn’t a minor illness.

If it had been something minor, Tang Yuxin wouldn’t have intervened personally.

He understood his daughter well; a minor illness would not elicit such an expression from her.

He held the big white dog with one arm while making way through the crowd with the other, allowing his daughter to focus on saving the patient.

The patient’s wife tried to push forward, but Tang Zhinian spoke sharply, “If you want him to die, go ahead, can’t you see the doctor is saving him?”

The patient’s wife then dared only to cry but did not approach.

Tang Yuxin took out a needle pack from her pocket and placed it aside.

Many onlookers stood around, shocked at witnessing a hospital doctor using needles, a sight they had only seen on television.

In reality, doctors typically resorted to hanging IVs.

Tang Yuxin selected the longest needle, gave it a flick, and before anyone saw her make the move, the three-inch-long silver needle had already pierced the top of the patient’s head, with just the end quivering slightly.

The patient’s wife’s vision darkened, and then she collapsed limply; no one attended to her as she fell.

Tang Yuxin then quickly took out another needle, her speed efficient, with hardly any pause.

Several nurses and doctors hurried over with a stretcher, but by then, Tang Yuxin had already removed all the silver needles, and the patient’s complexion no longer looked so terrible.

However, his eyes were still tightly shut, and his breathing was unsteady.

“Lift him onto the stretcher,” Tang Yuxin said, packing away the silver needles, “First, get a head CT and a cardiac echocardiogram, and prepare for surgery.”

“Family members, follow me.”

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Tang Yuxin had packed away her Silver Needle set and, as she turned around, she saw that Ren’s mother was lying on the ground, unassisted as if she had fainted from shock.

Ren Ying still looked dazed and stunned, while Wu’s father and mother seemed indifferent to the situation.

She put her hand in her pocket and then walked forward.

Little White continued to wave his little hand at his mother, but she ignored him, leaving him feeling deeply wronged.

“Mommy is busy, and grandpa is here, so don’t cry, Little White.”

Tang Zhinian patted his grandson’s little head.

He had already drawn blood from the child for tests and was waiting for the results.

Thankfully, for now, Tang Zhinian did not know who these people were; otherwise, it really would have given him headache.

But what would he do if he found out?

Would he allow Ren’s father to die?

He wouldn’t.

Public matters are public, and private matters are private.

In the hospital, which exists to treat and save people, any personal grievances should not be settled there.

His values had always been upright, and the most significant influence on his family was none other than the upbringing of their children.

All of them had strong moral compasses and did not engage in underhanded activities.

People say one rotten apple can spoil the barrel, but the Tang Family had always maintained the tradition handed down by their ancestors: never to do evil deeds or harbor ill intentions.

Despite being wealthy now, coming from generations of poor peasants before, they never engaged in criminal acts.

Tang Yuxin was waiting for the test results and was also preparing for surgery.

In truth, no additional tests were needed—with her years of medical experience, Ren’s father’s condition was about as she had expected.

But these tests were merely to prove her diagnosis and to persuade the family.

“Do you know your father has a heart condition?”

Tang Yuxin asked Ren Ying, as Ren’s mother had fainted and only Ren Ying was available to talk to.

Who else was there to ask?

Wu’s father, Wu’s mother, or an almost lifeless Wu Liangliang?

Not to mention Wu Bin, who was about to make Ren Ying’s life a living hell.

“A heart disease?” Ren Ying looked utterly bewildered.

“He never mentioned it.

When did he get it?”

“When he got it is not important.

What’s important is that his heart is not okay,” Tang Yuxin didn’t want to waste time explaining to Ren Ying.

She had no time for it, and it seemed Ren Ying wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.

Shouldn’t she be asking about the condition instead of its history?

What was the point in that?

Tang Yuxin truly didn’t want to waste another word on such foolishness, but who else was there to talk to besides her?

“Besides the heart issue, your father also shows signs of an imminent cerebral hemorrhage.”

“That’s impossible!”

Ren Ying immediately interrupted Tang Yuxin.

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“You just can’t stand to see our family do well.

You’re trying to get back at us.”

Tang Yuxin simply couldn’t be bothered to argue and didn’t want to say a word more.

“Wait until the test results are in, then see for yourself.”

She sat down at her desk, and as for Ren’s father’s life or death, if his own daughter didn’t care, then as an outsider, Tang Yuxin felt less obligated to be concerned.

As a doctor, she had done everything she could and said all that needed to be said.

To be honest, if it wasn’t for her father noticing something was wrong with Ren’s father today, and if she hadn’t happened to be there when those few vials of blood were drawn, Ren’s father might have not survived much longer without timely rescue.

When the time came, would they blame the Wu Family or the hospital?