My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 887

Chapter 887: Chapter 871 Something Seems Off Chapter 887: Chapter 871 Something Seems Off After she finished washing up, Gu Ning had returned as well.

I had no idea when he had left, but when he came back, he was carrying the breakfast he had bought.

Gu Dabai was still asleep, but Tang Zhinian had woken up early.

“Come and see, how is Dabai doing?”

Tang Zhinian hurriedly urged Tang Yuxin.

Eating could wait, checking on his grandson was the most important thing.

If all was well, he would take his grandson home.

Staying here meant not eating or sleeping well, and Dabai didn’t even have a TV to watch.

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Tang Yuxin placed her hand on little Dabai’s forehead.

It wasn’t hot anymore, his cheeks were rosy, and his little mouth looked moist.

It seemed like there was nothing wrong.

“Once he wakes up, we’ll just need to draw blood for a test.

If there’s nothing wrong, we can go home,” she could go home too since it was still her day off.

Although whether she was on vacation or not didn’t really make much difference.

After everyone had eaten, Dabai woke up.

He couldn’t eat or drink anything yet because he needed to have blood drawn for testing.

He wasn’t cranky when he woke up and was soon picked up and carried away by his grandfather.

“We’re going for a check-up, a little pain and then we can go home.”

Seeing his grandson’s demeanor, Tang Zhinian knew he was okay, and Tang Yuxin had said it wasn’t anything serious.

His recovery was good, and as he was getting older, his immunity was better, making recovery faster.

“Mhm,” Dabai obediently agreed.

“My Dabai is really brave,” Tang Zhinian said as he gently patted his grandson’s little head.

Then he took him to the room for blood drawing.

When they arrived, there were already quite a few people there.

He thought they were the earliest ones there, but it turned out there were many who had arrived even earlier.

He had to wait at the back of the queue with Dabai in his arms, unaware that those in front of him were none other than the Ren and Wu families.

They had listened to the doctor’s advice and come for bone marrow typing.

Tang Zhinian felt that his grandson was fine; he didn’t seem sick at all.

If he was really uncomfortable somewhere, wouldn’t he have already started fussing?

Fortunately, it was Ren Li’s father’s turn.

Ren Li’s father extended his arm.

This wasn’t an ordinary blood draw; for such a physical examination, they would take quite a bit.

Poor Ren Li’s father, at such an advanced age, he had already been subjected to numerous blood draws, and there were still more to come.

When the needle pierced into Ren Li’s father’s vein, his head spun with dizziness and a fair amount of cold sweat beaded on his forehead, yet the blood continued to be drawn, and he could only bear with it.

Tang Zhinian stood not too far away, watching every expression on Ren Li’s father’s face.

Although he wasn’t a doctor himself, his daughter was a doctor and his niece was studying nursing, so he often visited the hospital and had yearly thorough check-ups.

He had seen quite a bit, and something about this man’s complexion didn’t seem right.

“Mommy...”

Just then, Dabai, with his sharp eyes, spotted Tang Yuxin coming and extended his little arms asking for her embrace.

Tang Yuxin walked over and picked up Dabai.

Why hadn’t it been their turn yet?

She thought the little guy had already finished the blood test.

Never mind, she would do it herself in a moment to avoid anyone hurting Dabai and her father glaring at them.

“Yuxin...”

Tang Zhinian pointed to Ren Li’s father, “Look at that person, doesn’t he seem off?” His complexion had turned a sallow yellowish color, something he had never seen on anyone’s face before.

Following Tang Zhinian’s direction, Tang Yuxin also noticed Ren Li’s father.

But with just one glance, she hurriedly shoved Dabai into Tang Zhinian’s arms.

Dabai, taken by surprise, sucked on his thumb and looked adorably confused.

By this time, Tang Yuxin had already made her way through the crowd, her head aching.

It seemed she wouldn’t get to rest today either.

The dean was a real skinflint, Zhu Bapi himself, who had stipulated that her holiday time, if spent voluntarily in the hospital treating patients, still counted as her vacation time and wouldn’t be compensated.

What was she, after all?

She was a doctor.

What else was a doctor supposed to do if not treat and save the suffering?

When she encountered patients outside, she would always step forward to help, let alone in her own hospital.