My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 910: Chapter 894 Other Reasons Chapter 910: Chapter 894 Other Reasons Ren Li actually didn’t dislike her elderly father, it was just that she was too disappointed.

But, no matter how disappointed she was, he was still her own father.

The main reason, in fact, was because she couldn’t let go of her pride and was not good at expressing herself.

“Eat up,” Tang Yuxin stuffed the chopsticks into Father Ren’s hands, “After dinner, we’ll talk about Wu Liangliang’s matter.”

And upon hearing the name Wu Liangliang, a bitter look spread across Father Ren’s face.

In reality, he had no face to talk about it, but it had already been spoken about by others.

He took the chopsticks and started eating, bite by bite, filling his empty stomach little by little until he put down the chopsticks when most of the dishes were eaten and the rice was gone.

Tang Yuxin then poured another cup of water and placed it in front of Father Ren.

“This is the health tea I concocted for my dad, it lowers blood lipids and blood pressure, and also has the function of softening blood vessels, you can drink it as well.”

“Thank you…”

Father Ren picked up the cup and took a sip.

The taste wasn’t bad, it somewhat resembled the flavor of bamboo leaves, faint, with a slight sweetness and astringency, but after the bitterness, there was a lingering fragrance in the mouth and lips.

He didn’t know how miraculous it was, but at the moment it touched his palate, he already knew it was a good thing, and surely, whatever Yuxin made for her father couldn’t be bad.

“I’ll pack some and take it back for you later,” Tang Yuxin thought of the recent batch she had made, which she had given away almost completely.

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She had given some to the Wang Family, the Gu Family, and some she kept for her dad and her second uncle, but she could spare some for Father Ren.

The elderly should indeed drink some.

If they finish it, it doesn’t matter; she could prepare more.

It’s just that gathering the ingredients was a bit of a hassle, the frying required some technique, and it took some time, but it wasn’t too much trouble.

She could have as much as she needed, so she wasn’t stingy.

The more you drink, the healthier you get.

Although it can’t replace medicine, it can prevent and treat illness, which is something medicine can’t always achieve.

Of course, the most important thing was that “all medicine has its toxic side,” but drinking this regularly wasn’t a big problem.

“No need, this is enough for me,” Father Ren had already owed them two lives, and he had no face to take anything else from them.

“It’s not worth much; just some bark and roots,” Tang Yuxin also poured herself a cup.

It was suitable for both men and women, with no harm, but it was better for older people.

Father Ren held his cup, continuing to sip, but his heart wasn’t really in it anymore.

“Dr.

Tang, Liangliang…

he…”

“Su Haoran only performed half the surgery on him.”

Tang Yuxin knew Father Ren wanted to ask about Wu Liangliang.

Fine, if he wanted to know, she would tell him.

“After the first half of the surgery, it made his body even weaker, his immunity dropped further, coupled with the later drug toxicity, that’s why he has been in a coma.”

“What about the bone marrow transplant?” Father Ren quickly asked, but the words “bone marrow transplant” stabbed his heart like a sharp blade, making him feel ashamed once again.

Even the tea that he just drank took on a bitter and astringent taste, hard to swallow.

“It’s considered a fundamental treatment,” Tang Yuxin looked up at Father Ren, discussing the matter factually without any personal feelings.

“Will he be able to recover in the future?”

Father Ren asked with difficulty.

“Congenital conditions, sometimes they can’t be changed by acquired means.”

Tang Yuxin didn’t say too much, but even this one message was enough for Ren’s father.

“And Chengcheng…”

Ren’s father couldn’t bring himself to make such a request; he didn’t dare, and he had no face to do so.

“He can donate bone marrow to your grandson.”

Tang Yuxin put down the cup in her hand, her tone very formal, and those emotionless eyes, as dark as the night, which also drowned out the brightness of the day, made Ren’s father inexplicably feel his heart tremble and grow cold.

“Can he really do it?”

Ren’s father’s hand clenched tight around his pants, knowing he shouldn’t ask, but he asked anyway; knowing he shouldn’t say it, but he said it in the end.

“Let’s talk about it in a few years,” Tang Yuxin leaned back, “Su Haoran used violent methods, causing too much damage to his body, he hasn’t recovered yet.

If Wu Liangliang can live a few more years, if my brother recovers well, I don’t oppose him donating bone marrow to you.”

Of course, her not opposing was one thing, but it also depended on whether Tang Xincheng agreed, and if Ren Li agreed.

Ren’s father walked out feeling as if his legs weighed a thousand pounds each, and with every step he took, it was incredibly difficult.

Although Tang Yuxin didn’t refuse him outright—she was just completely indifferent the whole time, and she didn’t curse him or humiliate him—she struck him with her calm, leaving him completely devastated.

Years, years, oh, years of time.

For an average person, waiting a few years is just a matter of time, but for Wu Liangliang, it’s different; not to mention years, it’s uncertain whether he can even get through this year.

He went back to Wu Liangliang’s hospital room, where Ren’s mother and Ren Ying were eating.

He just glanced at the mother and daughter, then sat by Wu Liangliang’s bed and held his thin, dark hand tightly.

“Liangliang, what should Grandpa do to save you?

How can I ensure your life and let you grow up safely?”

Ren’s mother put down her bowl, “Did you ask everything I told you to ask?”

“Yeah, Dad,” Ren Ying took another bite of her food, “Our Liangliang is relying on you now.

Whether he lives or dies is in your hands.”

Ren’s father looked at his own hands and all of a sudden felt as if something was pressing down on him; his hands even started to go numb.

He was old already and not very capable.

Wasn’t this the responsibility of that child’s parents?

Why did it fall on him, the grandfather?

And how bitterly hard it was to be this grandfather; how could others know?

“Where is Wu Bin?”

He asked Ren Ying because he just wanted to know where Wu Bin had gone.

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The people of the Wu Family—this child bore the surname Wu, not Ren.

“What could he be doing?” Whenever Ren Ying mentioned Wu Bin, she couldn’t help but grow angry, and of course, her words came out very harsh.

“Wu Bin is just a coward, a heartless one.

He abandoned us and ran off.

Dad, don’t bring up that name in the future, I find it disgusting.”

“Exactly,” Ren’s mother also slammed down her chopsticks in anger, “Why talk about them?

A bunch of ungrateful wretches.”

“Is there another reason?”

Ren’s father wasn’t as brainless as Ren’s mother.

He believed that even if the people of the Wu Family weren’t of great character, they wouldn’t just abandon their own grandson; even if the child died, they would want to take Wu Liangliang’s ashes with them.