My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 891: Chapter 875: It's None of Anyone's Business If She Doesn't Go Chapter 891: Chapter 875: It's None of Anyone's Business If She Doesn't Go Tang Zhinian and Ren Li continued to sit outside the operating room, waiting.

About half an hour later, the door to the operating room opened, and Tang Yuxin came out.

Her spirit seemed good, her complexion calm.

Of course, there was no need to worry.

The success rate of Dr.

Tang’s surgeries was nearly one hundred percent, and no one had ever heard of anybody dying on her operating table.

“Don’t worry, everything is fine.”

Having removed her mask, Tang Yuxin spoke those words, the very sentence all the patients’ families wanted to hear most.

Don’t worry, everything is fine.

Nothing is wrong now.

He

is alive.

Ren’s father was fortunate to have had his condition discovered early, and it was operated on by Tang Yuxin, a top-notch doctor.

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Whether it was his heart or head, there had been no major surgeries, so recovery was bound to be quite smooth.

As long as he was careful from now, the likelihood of recurrence would be quite small.

Some illnesses just need to be nurtured and require one to remain calm and collected.

Otherwise, just like Ren’s mother, it was only a matter of time before she would quite literally blow up her own heart in anger.

It had been two hours after the surgery when Ren’s father woke up, and by then it was already night.

As he opened his eyes, he saw Tang Zhinian staring at him.

“You’re awake?”

Tang Zhinian approached and called a nurse over to check on the patient’s recovery.

“I’ll get Dr.

Tang.”

The nurse hurried off to fetch Tang Yuxin.

Soon after, Tang Yuxin arrived.

She checked on him for a while and saw that his recovery was good.

Although old, his body was still not too bad, and with a few more days of care, he would be well.

“Are you alright?” Tang Zhinian asked his daughter.

He had no particular affection for his father-in-law, but he knew he was obligated to do his duty, for, in any case, this was Ren Li’s biological father.

“Yes, it’s all good.

There are no major issues,” she replied.

The minimally invasive surgery had left only a small wound, so there wouldn’t be much pain.

Everything was fine now.

“Call me anytime if you need anything.”

After Tang Yuxin had finished speaking, she was ready to leave; she had other patients to attend, and her vacation time was once again given to the hospital without any overtime pay.

No, she had to make a strong case to the director; she deserved a raise.

Although she was supported by her husband, the amount of work she did was exhausting, and she certainly deserved to be well compensated for it.

After Tang Yuxin had left, Tang Zhinian took a seat not far from Ren’s father.

In this hospital room, there was only Ren’s father, who had, thanks to Tang Yuxin’s connections, secured a high-ranking official’s ward that very few could occupy.

Today, he was being treated in a deluxe ward, operated on by a doctor who is so in demand that money alone couldn’t ensure her service.

The man now sitting by his side tending to his every need was none other than Tang Zhinian, the tycoon of the real estate world in Beijing.

“I think I should introduce myself,” began Tang Zhinian, knowing that Ren’s father was awake and could see and hear.

When he first saw him, he had a mix of expressions: unfamiliarity, gratitude, and others.

However, when he saw Tang Yuxin, he seemed somewhat withdrawn and a bit embarrassed.

A person without consciousness couldn’t possibly show such a range of emotions.

Tang Zhinian placed his hands on his knees, the epitome of success, possessing the shrewdness of a businessman, the simplicity of a farmer, and the cultivated elegance acquired from years of continuous learning.

“My name is Tang Zhinian,” he said, paying attention to the changes in Ren Father’s facial expressions.

“I am Ren Li’s husband,” his lips pursed again, “Tang Xincheng is my son, and the one who saved you, performed your surgery, is my eldest daughter, Tang Yuxin.”

Ren Father closed his eyes, tears rolling down.

Ren Ying was now preoccupied with her son, “Ren Li signed your surgery consent form, don’t worry,” he stood up again, “During your days in the hospital, Ren Li and I will take care of you.

As for Ren Ying’s mother, she has serious hypertension and hyperglycemia, the hospital has nursing aides, and Ren Li will pay for it.”

Ren Li would take care of Ren Father, but regrettably, that was all she could manage for Ren Father.

As for Ren Mother, in Tang Zhinian’s eyes, she was just Ren Ying’s mother.

If Ren Ying wouldn’t take care of her own mother, who should?

Ren Father closed his eyes; he knew everything, understood everything.

And he could not blame Ren Li; if anyone were to be blamed, it would be Ren Ying, or perhaps themselves.

They had failed to raise their daughter well; no one else deserved the blame.

In another ward, life was not as kind to Ren Mother as it was for Ren Father.

She was still moaning, but not a single person was by her side, only a nursing aide.

Yet what more could a nursing aide do than fetch meals?

Could she really expect to be treated as if by her own son and daughter?

Especially when Ren Mother found out that Ren Father was staying in a VIP ward, her condition worsened.

Why should Ren Father get to stay in a VIP ward when she was confined to a small, crowded one with strange smells and even stranger diseases?

She really acted as if the main hospital were her own home, wanting whichever room she fancied, oblivious to the scarcity of beds.

How many people were sleeping in the hallways?

This place was for critically ill patients from all over the nation.

Here she was, only with hypertension and hyperglycemia, taking up a bed, thanks only to Tang Yuxin’s goodwill.

If Tang Yuxin weren’t so magnanimous, she might have been kicked out already.

As for Ren Ying, her days revolved around Wu Liangliang.

When Wu Bin arrived, he only glanced at Wu Liangliang before letting Ren Ying stay with her son while he sat gloomily to the side, his true thoughts obscured.

Sometimes, the way he looked at people was indiscernible, akin to a creature who lurks in the night, a monster contemplating how to suck blood.

“Bin Bin, is this really okay?”

Wu Father stealthily approached Wu Bin to discuss matters.

“Both of Ren Ying’s parents are in bad shape, and it’s not really okay to leave them without someone by their side.”

Especially Ren Father, who was said to have serious conditions like a cerebral hemorrhage and heart issues.

For the elderly, nothing was scarier than heart problems.

Now that they are ill, you can’t stop Ren Ying from visiting.

There’s a saying, ‘raise children to provide for old age.’ They raised their children for so many years just for days like these.

“If she doesn’t go, it’s not our concern.”

Wu Bin said indifferently, and as he looked at Wu Liangliang, his gaze carried a chill, now tinged with loathing.

“But…”

Wu Father started, but Wu Bin turned and walked away.

Never mind, Wu Father thought, filial duty is a personal matter.

If their own daughter refused to care for them, the Wu Family couldn’t be blamed.

His concern now lay elsewhere.

“Bin Bin, have you had a compatibility test done?

Maybe this time your match could be used?”