My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 908: Chapter 892 He Couldn’t Say Yes Chapter 908: Chapter 892 He Couldn’t Say Yes And Tang Zhinian, this son-in-law, was truly far better than that Wu Bin.

Wu Bin really harmed his two daughters.

If it weren’t for Ren Li’s good fortune now, who married such a wonderful man, he would never have found peace in this life.

He got out of the car and walked towards the hospital.

But the sunlight today seemed overly harsh; he hurriedly shielded his eyes with his hand, which only caused tears to stream down his face.

Alas, I’m old, truly old, and I don’t know how much longer I can live.

I don’t ask for a long life now, I just hope that my children can live safely and smoothly, free from illness and disaster.

He took another step and turned around to see that Tang Zhinian’s car was still parked there.

Let’s go, just go.

Ren’s father waved at Tang Zhinian and then turned around, heading toward the hospital entrance.

At this moment, indeed, his frame was much more bent than before, for he was truly old, so old that he could hardly walk anymore.

He went straight to Wu Liangliang’s ward and saw that Ren Ying and Ren’s mother were already there.

“Old man!”

Upon seeing Ren’s father, Ren’s mother quickly stood up.

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“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” Ren’s father walked over.

Since stepping inside, he truly felt an inexplicable weariness.

“Mom, haven’t I told you,” Ren Ying said sarcastically, “My dad has nothing to worry about.

He’s got his eldest daughter taking care of him, living in a high-ranking official’s ward, eating meat and fish every day, and his primary doctor is one of the best in the hospital.”

Although Ren’s mother had heard this many times before, it still made her uncomfortable every time.

So Ren’s father could stay in a high-ranking official’s ward, but she had to be in a room with six people?

She had no space of her own, and the food all came from the hospital cafeteria; where was the meat and fish?

But even though Ren’s father had a good life, ate well, he had never taken care of her.

“Why don’t you call me?” Ren’s mother complained to Ren’s father.

“Do you only care about yourself?

What about me, Yingying, and Liangliang?

Don’t you care about us at all?”

Ren’s father said nothing, offered no explanation, and did not retort, just let Ren’s mother scold him.

As he looked at Wu Liangliang lying on the hospital bed, the pain in his heart grew deeper.

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How much more suffering did this poor child have to endure?

“How is Liangliang doing?”

He asked Ren Ying, “Is he still not awake?”

“You care about my Liangliang?” Ren Ying’s words to Ren’s father were all harsh and spiked with barbs.

“I…”

Ren’s father didn’t know how to explain.

That’s right, what could he explain?

It was pointless to say anything to this willful daughter.

Clearly, she had long forgotten how she nearly drove her father to a stroke with her anger.

And yet, she still complained that Ren’s father did not come to care for her son.

Ren’s mother was also full of anger now.

She had been enjoying herself while neglecting them; how could he be such a father, and how could he be such a poor grandfather?

A doctor walked in from outside, performing a routine check-up on Wu Liangliang.

“Doctor, is there any news yet?”

Ren Li’s mother quickly asked, and Ren Li’s father also stood by, worried about his grandson.

This situation couldn’t continue indefinitely; a living person couldn’t just remain unconscious, as their muscles would atrophy.

At that time, he was always lying down.

Tang Zhinian’s daughter had told him to get out of bed and move around when he could, saying that lying down for too long wasn’t good for anyone.

It was better to move around and stimulate the blood circulation.

Now, Wu Liangliang had been lying here for so many days, about a month.

He hadn’t been eating or drinking, just surviving on these drip feeds.

Sooner or later, he would be gone.

He felt that Wu Liangliang was just hanging onto life by these drips.

If the medication stopped one day, Wu Liangliang might really be no more.

“So far, there is no news.”

The doctor could only express his apologies, “As I’ve said, finding a suitable bone marrow match from the International Bone Marrow Gene Bank is very difficult.

It requires a lot of luck, and sometimes the matches are even found overseas.

As the situation stands, we have not found a match for your child, so…”

The doctor still tended to favor relatives as donors.

“You should try and see if there are any other relatives available.

Have them come in for a typing test.

If it’s a match, his recovery will be much easier.

It’s possible that he could wake up after the surgery and then recover quite quickly.”

The doctor was offering the best advice, which was also the most suitable and quickest method.

Instead of relying on the International Bone Marrow Gene Bank, it was better to look within your own family.

After all, the registry was still not perfect at this stage.

Like the last time when someone matched with Doctor Tang, it was a one in a million chance.

One could only say that person was incredibly lucky.

In the end, Doctor Tang donated his marrow, and even went through the process twice, which likely saved a life.

But obviously, not everyone has such luck.

At the very least, Wu Liangliang did not at the moment.

Months had passed, and there was still no notification.

He felt it was probably impossible now, so it was best to find another solution soon, otherwise, he feared the worst.

After the doctor left, Ren Li’s mother broke down in sobs, lamenting how her Liangliang was so unlucky.

Moreover, the Wu Family were no good, having run off and left Ren Ying and her son behind.

How were she and her son supposed to survive on their own?

Ren Ying just cried without saying a word.

She hadn’t explained why the Wu Family left.

She didn’t have the face to do so.

Anyway, with the Wu Family gone, no matter what she said, Ren Li’s parents would likely believe her.

“Mom, what are we going to do?”

Ren Ying cried, hugging her mother.

They couldn’t just do nothing.

If they did nothing, it was like Liangliang was waiting to die.

And if not that, then what?

Ren Li’s mother suddenly reached out and grabbed Ren Li’s father’s clothes, catching him off guard.

“Old Ren, didn’t Ren Li acknowledge you?

Go and find her.

Right now, only Tang Xincheng can save our Liangliang.

It’s just a bit of bone marrow; it won’t kill her, but our Liangliang is the one who will die.”

“He’s still so young; he can’t die.”

Ren Li’s mother cried as if her life depended on it.

“He’s my only grandchild.”

Ren Li’s father’s body stiffened where he stood, neither agreeing nor refusing.

But he didn’t move.

He looked at Wu Liangliang one more time, and then, reluctantly, turned his face away.