My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 976: Chapter 960 The Unsaveable Chapter 976: Chapter 960 The Unsaveable The nurse nodded and stepped aside, drawing the curtain to have family members wait outside.

Only then did Tang Yuxin take the youth’s wrist.

This was not like the ancient times when someone poisoned by something like cinnabar could be cured with a “Divine Medicine”; this was life, reality, not some martial arts film or mythical story.

It wasn’t as if her acupuncture could detoxify with one needle; her skills were not so miraculous, and neither was she.

She was just an ordinary doctor, saving those with a glimmer of hope left.

To save someone who had actively destroyed their own chances of survival was incredibly difficult.

She let go of the boy’s hand.

The nurses on the side were all looking at her with eager eyes.

“Dr.

Tang, is there any hope?”

A nurse quickly asked, after such a long examination, whether there was any hope of saving him.

It was such a pity for someone so young.

They really didn’t know what he could have been thinking to resort to such extreme measures.

Tang Yuxin shook her head.

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She was no fairy; she couldn’t save such a patient seeking death.

If it were something else, perhaps, but in this case, even if they managed to revive him now, he would likely die later.

“Take him to dialysis first.”

Tang Yuxin put away her stethoscope and turned to a nurse, recommending the quickest and most effective method for now.

How long the boy could live depended on his own fate.

But saving a life that was slipping away was often beyond anyone’s power.

When she came out, she was greeted by a couple from the countryside.

“Doctor, how is my son?

Can he still live?”

The rural man, his hair graying, red-eyed but holding back tears, supported his wife while asking Tang Yuxin.

This was supposedly the best hospital in Beijing, with the finest doctors and the most advanced equipment, so everything had to be fine, right?

“Please come with us.”

Tang Yuxin turned and walked ahead, intending to have a serious talk with them.

Tang Yuxin returned to her office, followed by the elderly couple.

As they entered, they saw the fine office but dared not touch anything.

Their clothes were dusty and old; though they had worn their best to the hospital, they hadn’t changed in days.

Their clothes were stained with dirt and carried a peculiar odor.

To save money, they subsisted on pancakes that cost a yuan and slept in the hospital corridor, drinking the water provided there.

But no matter what, they were determined to save their son, even if it meant selling all they had.

“Please, sit down,” Tang Yuxin said as she took a seat at her desk and gestured to the sofa for them to sit.

She felt uncomfortable seeing them stand.

“No need, Doctor.

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We’ll just stand,” replied the farmer, afraid to sit on the fine sofa.

It looked expensive, and they were too dirty, fearing they would damage it.

Please, sit down.

Tang Yuxin asked them to sit, and she herself stood up and found two cups, pouring water for the two visitors.

The couple looked at each other, and finally made their way to the sofa, carefully taking their seats.

They were used to sitting on hard wooden benches; never before had they experienced such a soft, clean sofa.

At first, they were almost startled into standing back up as they sat down.

Tang Yuxin placed two cups of water on the table and asked them to drink.

Both felt incredibly honored yet unworthy and dared not touch the water.

“Drink first, and then we can talk about your son’s illness.”

Tang Yuxin poured herself a cup as well and began to drink while sitting aside.

Seeing her do this, the elderly couple each picked up a cup and started to drink.

As soon as they tasted the water, they noticed it was different from what they drank daily.

It had a light scent of bamboo and something else they could not identify.

They only knew that it tasted slightly astringent at first yet sweet after swallowing and that it was very refreshing.

Little did they know that it was a herbal tea Tang Yuxin had blended herself.

Her family drank the same regularly—it was suitable for all ages, had beauty and health benefits, and quenched thirst.

However, no matter how beneficial, it wasn’t to be consumed like water—two cups a day were sufficient.

After putting down her cup, she returned to her desk and picked up the medical record of a college student, whose surname was Chen—Cheng Yuncheng, quite a promising name.

The parents seemed to have limited education; one could tell from their manner of speech and gestures.

They were just ordinary rural folks, much like her father, Tang Zhinian, in his previous life.

Yet, they had given their son such an auspicious name.

Yuncheng, implying a vast and promising future, denoting a successful career.

They must have hoped their son would stand out one day and escape the impoverished village.

Yet, why were the young people of today so poor at withstanding pressure?

A moment of desperation had led him to drink pesticide.

Frankly, Tang Yuxin knew she couldn’t save him—not completely.

At best, she could only prolong his life somewhat; she couldn’t save him for a lifetime.

When he chose to end his life in such a way, he should have realized that, even if he survived, his life might still be in danger.

A college student, what didn’t he know, what didn’t he understand?

With the internet so developed nowadays, a simple search would tell anyone that such poisons were lethal.

The poison he purchased was among the deadliest.

It was said that even one sip could kill.

Given that the student had consumed nearly half a bottle, it was a miracle he was still alive.

Because he had left no room for retreat, he had left no hope for survival.

Ironically, after his impulsive act, he came to regret it and wanted to live.

But dying is easy, while living is hard.

Tang Yuxin put down the medical record and finally looked up at the earnest and down-to-earth rural couple in front of her.

“Doctor, is there really no hope for my son?”

With painful eyes, this rural man, tanned dark by the sun, white hair speckling his head, perhaps from enduring long-term labor, slouched his back slightly.

The woman simply cried, unable to utter a single word.

Tang Yuxin actually didn’t want to say it.

The news was too severe, too painful for them, and they truly couldn’t bear it.

“The treatment methods employed by the previous hospital were all correct,” Tang Yuxin continued to flip through the medical record on her desk, “so there was no delay in your son’s emergency treatment.”

“So…”

Cheng’s father still awaited Tang Yuxin’s following words, whether it would be Heaven or Hell, hinged on her very sentence, right?