My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 898: Chapter 882: Asking for Money Chapter 898: Chapter 882: Asking for Money Ren Ying really didn’t want to hear the word “death.” Her son wasn’t half-dead, her father was half-alive, and now her mother was like this as well.

How was she supposed to cope?

Was it possible that she, alone, had to take care of a child and two elderly people?

When Ren Ying called out “Mom,” it silenced her mother completely.

She shrank her neck and didn’t dare to speak anymore.

“Mom, give me some money.

Liangliang has run out of money for medical expenses.”

Ren Ying reached out her hand to her mother.

She had never been short of money.

Of course, she had never been without a significant amount.

Whenever she asked her mother for money, her mother was generous, giving her whatever she asked for.

Latterly, living in the Wu Family’s house, the Wu Family was also well-off.

Her card was filled with more money than she could spend, but now her card had been blocked, she didn’t have any cash on hand, and it was unlikely that anyone from the Wu Family would give her a single cent anymore.

Although she studied music, she hadn’t touched an instrument for years.

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She had been living the life of a wealthy lady without ever earning a cent for herself.

Now, all she had was a few hundred yuan, from selling a necklace, and she had no idea how much Liangliang’s daily medical expenses were.

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“Money, where would I get money from?”

Her mother was also clueless about finances.

“Our house has been sealed off, and the bank cards have been restrained.

The money is still your father’s borrowed money.”

“Isn’t there Wu Bin?

Go find Wu Bin.

Didn’t he go to get money?”

“Mom, don’t mention him to me.”

At that moment, Ren Ying didn’t want to hear Wu Bin’s name.

Wu Bin and his entire family were gone, and she had no idea where to find them or if they would even return, perhaps only to claim her life.

“Mom, please quickly find me some money.

The hospital is constantly on me about the bills,” Ren Ying was extremely annoyed.

Although the hospital would not kick them out, being persistently nagged was unbearable.

“I don’t have money, I really don’t have any money,” her mother lamented.

And actually, despite having no money, no one had come to demand payment from her, and she spent days in a daze.

Some brought her food, others brought her drinks, and she thought that was just how the hospital operated.

What she didn’t realize was that it’s not that no one had come to ask for payment; someone had already settled the bill, and even the caretaker had been hired with money.

But that was only for her and Ren Ying’s father.

Why would anyone want to cover the rest?

Ren Ying also hesitated to speak too much in the hospital room.

She felt as if people were listening intently to the conversation between her and her mother.

What was there to eavesdrop on?

And what kind of ward was this, filled with so many people?

Their family could afford a private room.

She would talk to the nurse outside in a moment and move her mother into a better room—it’s inconvenient with so many people around.

After leaving her mother’s side, Ren Ying requested a room change for her mother, but the nurse said that since her mother’s illness was minor and hospital beds were in high demand, private rooms were generally not allotted for mild cases.

In fact, as they explained, patients like her mother could recover at home, so the best suggestion was for her mother to be discharged and cared for by family.

Go home?

Ren Ying’s face grew long.

How was that possible?

If her mother went back, who would look after Ren Ying’s son?

She was alone and knew nothing, could do nothing.

But for now, setting aside her mother’s issue—her mother was in no serious condition—she needed to see her father.

She had to get money for Wu Liang’s hospital fees.

She went from the fourth floor up to the fifteenth floor, a newly constructed patient ward tower in the main hospital over the past few years.

The surrounding buildings had grown taller and taller, and the main hospital itself improved with each addition.

Naturally, the higher one ascended, the more superior the ward levels seemed to become.

When she reached the fifteenth floor, she found it completely different from the fourth floor.

On the fourth floor, one could always see people—in need of water, visiting patients, doing laundry—as well as nurses, and doctors were constantly in sight.

The sound one heard most was the noise of children, but on the fifteenth floor, she found it eerily quiet.

Even the doctors were few and far between, the floors were exceptionally clean, and the corridors were adorned with evergreen plants.

This place didn’t resemble the wards of a hospital, but more like a sanatorium.

She still went to ask the nurse at the guiding desk, “Where is Ren’s father?”

Ward Five.

She searched one by one and indeed found Ren’s father’s name up above.

Without thinking, she pushed the door open.

Initially, she thought it would be like her mother’s ward, where at least seven or eight people shared a single room, with a mix of genders and ages, suffering from various ailments.

But Ren’s father was the only one in his room.

There were two hospital beds: one empty, and the other, obviously meant for an overnight companion, as it was larger than a regular hospital bed.

The ward was not small at all, completely equipped, with a floor-to-ceiling window that looked out to the scenery outside, and green plants used as decorations around the room.

A bandage was still wrapped around Ren’s father’s head as he lay there receiving an IV drip.

“Dad…”

Ren Ying approached, feeling a sense of injustice in her heart.

“How come you’re in such a nice ward?

Why don’t you have Liangliang moved over here?”

Ren’s father opened his eyes and, for the first time, seriously took a good look at his daughter.

He saw her face contorted with jealousy, and beyond that jealousy, there was no concern or worry for her father at all.

What kind of daughter was this?

How had he raised such a daughter?

“Dad, give me some money.”

Ren Ying extended her hand towards her father.

“I don’t have any money; all the money went to paying Liangliang’s hospitalization fees,” he hadn’t borrowed much money, Wu Liangliang’s hospitalization wasn’t cheap, and he had spent all he had on Wu Liangliang.

The remaining funds were used for daily meals for both families.

Where could there be any money left?

“You don’t have money?”

Ren Ying suddenly raised her voice, “You don’t have money, yet how can you stay in such a good ward?

Dad, you’re senile.

You’re at such an old age; what do you need that money for?

It’s all going to be Liangliang’s eventually.”

Ren’s father felt like Ren Ying was a stranger.

He had nearly crossed paths with death, and yet his own daughter had not asked a single caring question upon arrival.

The first thing she did was to demand money from him, even wishing him an early death.

How had he managed to father such a daughter?

How could he have raised his child to turn out like this?

Now that he was old, had been a proud man all his life, with one foot already in the coffin, he found himself brought to tears by his own daughter.