All Novel Full Chapter 911
Chapter 911: Chapter 895 He’s Not That Fortunate Chapter 911: Chapter 895 He’s Not That Fortunate “`
Just like Ren Ying said, they left Wu Liangliang without any notice, and he couldn’t believe it was just for such a simple reason.
The Wu Family wasn’t short of money or people, and given their affection for Wu Liangliang, it would have been impossible for them to abandon him while he was still sick.
So there must be some other reason.
“Dad, stop asking, how would I know why they left?” Ren Ying was getting somewhat annoyed by the questioning.
Ren Guoli stopped asking, but he felt that something was amiss, so he had to find Wu Bin and get a clear answer.
For now, setting other things aside, they had to save the grandson first.
This was their grandson of the Wu Family, their only seedling.
He absolutely refused to believe that the Wu Family would not want Wu Liangliang, their own grandson.
“Dad, did you find someone at all?”
Ren Ying kept asking Ren Guoli.
It wouldn’t just be another trip in vain, not even having seen anybody, and she also found it unbelievable that Ren Guoli and Ren Li’s current relationship wouldn’t yield an answer from Ren Li.
“I…” Ren Guoli didn’t know how to respond.
“I didn’t find anyone,” he admitted.
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“Then keep looking,” Ren Ying snapped, throwing down her chopsticks.
“If you haven’t found anyone, then why come back at all?”
Ren Li’s movements halted as she ate, perhaps feeling that Ren Ying’s words were too much.
But in the end, she didn’t say Ren Ying was wrong.
With Wu Liangliang being in such a state, Ren Li was not just anxious and resentful herself, she also wanted to scold Ren Guoli a few words, but in the end, she swallowed her words.
“I wanted to spend more time looking at Liangliang.”
Wu Liang still held Wu Liangliang’s hand, fearing that if he left, by the time he could come back, Wu Liangliang might no longer be breathing.
“What’s the use of looking at him?
Can you heal him by watching?” Ren Ying demanded in frustration, her voice sharp as thorns as she hurled the words directly at Ren Guoli, “Now that you have other grandsons, you don’t need our Liangliang anymore, I just know it.”
“What exactly did Ren Li give you in return?
What have you been bewitched with?
Liangliang is your own flesh and blood, are you really willing to just watch him die?”
“Old Ren, are you trying to kill me?”
Ren Li began crying, slapping her thigh loudly.
Ren Guoli wiped his face; they were really trying to kill him.
And what was he supposed to say?
Could he possibly reveal that Tang Xincheng might give his bone marrow to Wu Liangliang, but only after a few years, and only if he agreed?
But they really couldn’t manage future matters because Wu Liangliang’s condition meant he wouldn’t live many years—perhaps not even making it through this year.
How could there be a chance for him to live a few more years?
He, too, hoped for a few more years.
If only there were those years, they wouldn’t need to wait for the bone marrow transplant.
Maybe there would be other treatments available by then.
Wu Liangliang was still lying there, almost like a half-dead person, all his needs tended to on that single sickbed.
Ren Li cried hoarsely, Ren Ying’s eyes filled with venom, heaping blame upon him.
Ren Guoli could only step outside, letting the resentment inside distance itself from him.
He sat on the rest chair outside, the hospital bustling with people, all of them strangers.
People came and went without knowing where life begins or where it ends.
Suddenly, he felt exhausted with life, thinking it might be better to be dead than to live like this.
He dared not even re-enter that hospital room, fearing that the moment he did, Ren Ying and her daughter would press him to seek out Ren Li, to ask for Tang Yuxin’s bone marrow to treat Wu Liangliang’s illness.
But even if they desired it, Ren Li wouldn’t possibly agree.
What made them think that just because he’d go there, Ren Li would donate her own son’s bone marrow to Wu Liangliang?
Did they really think that Wu Liangliang meant anything to them?
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Would they donate if the roles were reversed?
No.
Ren’s father could unhesitatingly utter these two words, yes, they wouldn’t.
They absolutely wouldn’t.
They’d even run farther away than strangers.
If even the child’s own father had given up on this child, then why should others have to pay for this child’s life?
Ren’s father covered his face.
He felt as though the day and night were endless, and he didn’t even know how he would get through the days to come.
Just as Tang Yuxin was on her way home, she saw Ren’s father sitting on the rest chair with a sorrowful face.
Well, were you driven out, or do you want to clear your mind?
Yet she felt that the first possibility was more likely.
Why is it always the parents who have to pay off the debts of their children?
Is that fair?
She was about to leave, but then she turned back and found the duty nurse, then took out her wallet, pulled out several bills, and placed them in the nurse’s hands.
“It’s him, did you see?”
“Yes, I saw,” the nurse nodded, “Don’t worry, Dr.
Tang, I’ve got it.”
“Thank you,” she patted the nurse on the shoulder and then walked outside.
The nurse pocketed the money and busied herself with other tasks.
Ren’s father remained seated outside for several hours, sitting until his legs became numb, until the hospital grew emptier and even the medical staff became fewer.
His stomach growled inadvertently, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten yet.
By now, he thought, the hospital cafeteria would be closed.
Never mind, he would endure it, it would pass.
He’d eat tomorrow.
He stood up, ready to head back to the ward, when he had taken only a few steps, someone called out to him.
It was a nurse who had come running towards him.
“Are you Ren Guoli?”
The nurse inquired of Ren’s father.
Ren’s father nodded; he was Ren Guoli.
The surname ‘Ren’ was quite uncommon, and there weren’t many with the same name, especially in a hospital.
Therefore, the person the nurse was looking for had to be him.
“This is for you.”
The nurse handed over what she was carrying to Ren’s father, “This was bought for you by Dr.
Tang.
Our canteen doesn’t open in the evening, so I bought it from across the street.”
Of course, getting across the street wasn’t easy, as there were many high-security areas.
She had needed Dr.
Tang’s pass to get in.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to enter and would have had to travel a long distance to buy food.
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Not to mention the distance, but the food would have turned mushy by the time it was brought back.
“Thank you,” Ren’s father accepted it, feeling the weight of the food, but his heart inexplicably soured.
His own daughter hadn’t thought of him, but a child who wasn’t even a relative knew he hadn’t eaten yet?
He wasn’t blessed with such fortune, nor with such a granddaughter.