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Chapter 892: Chapter 876: He is a Bastard Chapter 892: Chapter 876: He is a Bastard “I’ll be right there.”

Wu Bin walked up to Wu Liangliang, staring at his face.

He hadn’t paid attention before because it was his own son—appearance didn’t matter.

But now, he really could see it; Wu Liangliang didn’t resemble him at all.

When he was young, he was quite handsome.

His features might not be impressive individually, but combined, they were like those of a male lead in a Korean drama, while Wu Liangliang was actually ugly—remarkably so.

He used to wonder how he could have fathered such an ugly son.

It turns out, he might not be the father at all.

Even so, he still held onto some hope.

Clenching his teeth, he strode out to have his blood drawn, not just for blood type compatibility, but also for a paternity test.

Data doesn’t lie, and neither do test results.

He was just waiting—if Wu Liangliang was indeed his, he would kneel down to Ren Ying if he had to.

But if not, he would never forgive Ren Ying for a lifetime.

If his family line was to end, so would the Ren Family’s.

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And Wu Liangliang—who would care about his life or death then?

Even if he didn’t die, Wu Bin would find a way to get rid of him.

As much as he had once loved this son, he now held an equal amount of hatred.

To raise a child that wasn’t his for over a decade, could there be anything more ironic in this world?

The results of the bone marrow compatibility test were quickly available, as it was crucial for saving lives, so everything was ready in just one day.

And within it was only Wu Bin.

“Is there a match?” Wu Bin didn’t hold much hope as he opened his eyes, but there was no spark of life in them.

“I’m sorry.”

The doctor shook his head, it was rare to see a family all compatible but without any suitable match.

“Not even one?”

Wu Bin asked again.

“Indeed, there’s none suitable,” the doctor replied, powerless, “In this case, we can only wait for news from the International Bone Marrow Bank.”

“What are the chances?”

Knowing the results, Wu Bin’s complexion turned disturbingly calm, as if devoid of any feeling.

It wasn’t just that he felt heartless—he felt like he was losing his very life.

“It’s hard to say.”

The doctor didn’t have a definite answer to offer, “It depends on luck, and luck is something you can’t beg for or demand.

Just like Dr.

Tang years ago left his information at the International Bone Marrow Gene Bank and indeed saved a person, not just once but twice.”

Wu Bin stood up without asking more, still waiting for another set of test results, another verdict.

Since these results were out, the other one must be as well.

Actually, with a real and living proof already laid out in front of him, he still trusted only his own eyes.

He would believe only what he could see with them.

He asked again when his medical report would be ready.

The on-duty nurse told him it might take about two more hours.

Two hours, which would pass quickly.

Yes, very quickly.

He sat on a chair in the waiting area, for the report that would judge his life or death.

Only when he heard his name did he stand up and go to retrieve his report.

The content on it embodied life in one moment and death in the next.

He took the report and sat down on the chair again, involuntarily glancing around as if everyone was staring at his medical report, watching his embarrassment, and pointing at his nose while cursing him.

Look, that’s the cuckold.

His wife had been planting green on his head for over a decade, and he still had the face to eat, drink, and live?

Wu Bin clenched his hands tightly, almost crumpling the inspection report in his hands into a ball of scrap paper.

He then took the crumpled inspection report and carefully tore it open, smoothed it out, and laid it on his lap before opening it again.

The inspection report wasn’t long, with diagrams and English on the first few pages he didn’t quite understand, until he turned to the last page—the page that showed the results.

And such results couldn’t be more truthful.

This was submitted anonymously by him, so there was no chance of a mix-up, and of course, nobody would deliberately prevent him from seeing this document.

The results on this report were exactly what he needed to know.

The biological father-son relationship between the two was nil.

Nil…

“Heh heh…” Wu Bin laughed, his heart pounding in his chest, how many times had it shrunk in pain, how many times had he felt the sting?

He was indeed the type who wouldn’t shed a tear until he saw the coffin, wouldn’t turn back until he hit the wall.

Now, he had hit the wall, and he had stepped into the coffin as well.

Indeed, that woman had cuckolded him, turned him into a cuckolded fool.

Wu Liangliang was not his son after all.

Since he was not his son, how could his bone marrow possibly be a match?

How could the Wu family’s marrow be donated to him?

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No wonder the Bone Marrow from the Ren Family wasn’t a match; neither was that from the Wu Family’s.

They had run countless tests, and even if it were tested a hundred times, a thousand times, the result would be the same.

Incompatible, Incompatible, just incapable of matching.

There was no blood relation at all, how could there be a successful match?

Thus, they had all been played by Ren Ying, treated like monkeys by her.

She had fooled them for over a decade, for a lifetime.

He crumpled the report again, tore it up, and finally threw it all into the trash can nearby.

No sooner had he entered the patient’s room than Wu’s mother hurriedly came up to him.

“How did it go, did our results come out, can we donate bone marrow to Liangliang?”

Ren’s father also waited anxiously on the side, and no matter who turned out to be a suitable donor for Wu Liang, to extract bone marrow, they would not blink an eye, willing to give their life to save their grandson if necessary.

Wu Bin did not answer Ren’s father and Ren’s mother but walked to the bedside and looked down at Wu Liang, who was still asleep.

The more he looked, the less resemblance he saw, the more different they seemed.

Not his seed, just not his seed.

“Wu Bin, is there a match?”

Ren Ying hurriedly tugged at Wu Bin’s clothes.

She was just like everyone else, even though she knew that no matter how many times they checked, the results were always the same, incompatible meant incompatible.

Yet, in the end, she still clung to those illusory hopes, always grasping at the impossible possibilities.

Wu Bin looked down and glared at Ren Ying, really wanting to know, how disgusting could this woman be?

They had reached this point, and she was still lying to him, even deceiving his whole family to participate in illegal activities.

He had not only lost everything himself but had also almost dragged his parents down with him.