My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 909: Chapter 893 What Kind of Daughter Is This Chapter 909: Chapter 893 What Kind of Daughter Is This He couldn’t bring himself to make such a request, and even if he did, Ren Li wouldn’t possibly agree.

No, even if Ren Li did agree, it would not be enough, because the decision rested with Tang Xincheng’s sister—that is, Tang Yuxin.

And Tang Yuxin would never push her own brother out again to donate bone marrow for a second time.

“Old Ren, go, please go quickly.”

Ren’s mother was pushing Ren’s father forcefully, “Even if there’s a sliver of hope, you have to go.”

Like Ren’s mother, Ren Ying also pushed Ren’s father with both hands, “Dad, Mom’s right, you go.

Isn’t Tang Xincheng’s sister a doctor?

Ask her to come save Liangliang, he’s your own grandson after all.”

Thus, Ren’s father was pushed outside by Ren Ying and her mother, as they watched him with open eyes, forcing him to leave.

Ren’s father walked out, but had no idea where to go.

He sat down on a hospital bench, thirsty and hungry, yet he had no money for food.

He sat there for more than two hours, motionless.

The only movement was his dim eyes intermittently glancing at the entrance of the hospital, watching the variety of people, until suddenly, he covered his face and began to cry.

What sin had he committed in this life to father such a daughter?

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How could they utter such words?

How could they just assume it right that someone would allow their child to be bled, to have bone marrow taken?

If their children are treasures, does that mean everyone else’s children are mere grass?

He stood up, and looked in a certain direction of the hospital, then started heading upstairs, step by step.

“Knock, knock…”

“Come in.”

Tang Yuxin was organizing the files on her desk.

Today she was somewhat free.

Once her patients stabilized, she could go back; both children were with her.

It had been a long time since she had brought her two little ones out for fun.

She had promised them to take them out for burgers today.

The occasional indulgence wouldn’t hurt as long as they liked it.

Moreover, even if she didn’t take them, let’s not forget the doting grandfather Tang Zhinian and Tang Xincheng who could never refuse his two little nephews’ requests.

Now, the kids had grown savvy and knew that sometimes it was hard to persuade mom and dad.

It was far easier to get grandpa and uncle to agree, so nowadays they kept secrets from mom, always going straight to grandpa and uncle.

Tang Yuxin couldn’t help feeling like a failure as a mother.

Maybe it was because she was too busy.

On weekdays, she truly didn’t have time for them.

The door opened, but she didn’t see who it was; after all, only nurses and doctors could come here.

Yet, she waited, with no one speaking up.

It wasn’t until she lifted her head that she saw Ren’s father standing there, his face tense and at a loss, making her feel inexplicably heartbroken.

It was just as her father had looked in her childhood when he went begging for her sake.

Maybe back then he too had that same expression—helpless, nervous and worried, fearing the cold stares, the shame, and most of all, the fear of being turned away.

“Please, take a seat.”

She gestured to a seat nearby and invited the uneasy Ren’s father to sit, her demeanor becoming significantly more polite.

Perhaps it was because his current situation reminded her of Tang Zhinian back in the day, and she really couldn’t bear to harden her heart against him.

Ren’s father walked over to the chair and sat down but still hardly spoke a word.

“Are you asking about your illness?”

Tang Yuxin asked him, fine, he didn’t ask, so she would.

It was nothing more than these few matters anyway.

Ren’s father shook his head.

He was already old, and it had come to this.

To him, there wasn’t much difference between dying sooner or later.

The fact that he was still alive meant he had already escaped death twice.

“Then for Ren Ying’s mom?”

Tang Yuxin always referred to her as Ren Ying’s mom.

Actually, it wasn’t just her who described her that way, even Ren Li spoke in the same tone.

Ren’s father shook his head again.

Ren’s mother was several years younger than him, in good health, and surely she would outlive him.

Once he passed, there would be nobody left to take care of things.

Tang Yuxin stood up and walked over to the water dispenser, took a cup, filled it with water, and placed it in front of Ren’s father.

“Thank you.”

Ren’s father accepted it, and drank it in a few gulps, not sure if it was because he was so thirsty or so nervous.

But after drinking that water, he felt his spirits lifted somewhat, no longer feeling parched.

But suddenly, he felt a rumble in his stomach.

“Come with me,” Tang Yuxin donned her white coat and opened the door, signaling Ren’s father to follow her out.

Ren’s father got to his feet, still unclear where Tang Yuxin intended to take him, but he followed closely behind her, step by step moving forward.

The place where Tang Yuxin led Ren’s father to was none other than the hospital’s cafeteria.

She ordered a serving of rice and a few dishes, brought them over and set them in front of Ren’s father.

“I’m not hungry.”

Ren’s father smiled awkwardly, his hands hesitant to move, and of course, he was even more reluctant to pick up the pair of chopsticks.

Such a cautious smile, such humble gestures, inexplicably made Tang Yuxin’s heart sour.

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Just like her father from her previous life.

In fact, Tang Zhinian from her past life and Ren’s father were not much different; both of them were dragged down by a good-for-nothing daughter.

If there was any difference, it was that she, at least, was human, whereas Ren Ying was no longer considered one.

Ren Ying, oh Ren Ying, what kind of daughter are you, to drive your old father to such a state?

Don’t you know what time it is, that everyone needs to eat, and your old father, doesn’t he need to eat?

It’s truly said that the same rice raises a hundred different people, that even a pair of parents can give birth to children who are nothing alike, even twins, like Ren Li and Ren Ying.

They didn’t look the same growing up, their temperaments were different, and their perspectives on things were worlds apart.

One with proper principles, while the other’s were utterly destroyed.

These principles are hard to define.

For someone like Ren Ying, who pretty much lacks any, what is there to say?

There’s nothing to say because there’s nothing left to be said.

“Eat first,” Tang Yuxin herself wasn’t hungry.

She didn’t touch the chopsticks as there were biscuits and various snacks in her office that Gu Ning had brought for her.

She had eaten some when she felt hungry earlier, so she wasn’t particularly hungry now.

The dishes she had ordered were Ren’s father’s favorites.

Of course, she hadn’t deliberately inquired about them.

It happened that while Ren’s father stayed at Tang Garden, Ren Li would have the nanny make such dishes every day, and each time Ren’s father ate these dishes, his face was filled with guilt.