My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 901

Chapter 901: Chapter 885 Tang Zhinian Also Became a Patient Chapter 901: Chapter 885 Tang Zhinian Also Became a Patient “Haven’t you always said that among the Ren Family, your dad has been relatively good to you?

He’s just confused.

Everyone has moments of confusion.

Can you set aside the past for now and let him live out his remaining years in peace?”

He urged Ren Li, really not wanting her to place so much weight on the word ‘hate’ and then spend her whole life imprisoned by it.

When one starts hating someone, it’s all too easy to become obsessively fixated.

If the person passes away, it’ll be too late for any regrets.

So while they are still with us, don’t do things you’d regret.

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Fulfill your own sense of duty, and as long as your conscience is clear, that’s enough.

“Thank you, Zhinian, I understand.”

Ren Li wiped away her tears, “I’ll go and see him.

No matter what, I want him to get better for now.

Ren Ying, that son of a bitch, definitely won’t take care of him.”

“Right,” Tang Zhinian agreed, “As long as Ren Ying doesn’t infuriate him to death, it’s fine.

If he gets angry a couple more times, he might just become a Fairy.”

Although these words were harsh, they were indeed a reflection of reality.

Father Ren’s illness required peace and tranquility for recovery—he couldn’t be rushed or agitated.

This time Father Ren was lucky.

Otherwise, even Tang Yuxin might have found it difficult.

Even if the craniotomy was successfully performed, the recovery from these injuries would be challenging for him.

Ren Li stood up and went to see Father Ren.

He still hadn’t awakened, but his complexion had greatly improved.

Naturally, he must have been more at ease, and even his facial expression had become calmer.

The moment Father Ren opened his eyes, he saw Ren Li coming over.

Seeing his daughter, Father Ren felt more than just guilt—his insides churned with remorse.

“If you truly feel sorry for me, then get well soon.

It’ll spare me having to take care of you here.”

Ren Li was not in a good mood.

She had experienced the utter despair of being locked up and having her son taken away from her, a feeling incomprehensible to someone who hasn’t lived through it.

“It’s okay, I’m used to it,” Tang Yuxin had been a doctor since her previous life, standing for over a dozen hours at a time and being fully focused wasn’t a big deal to her.

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Whenever she performed surgery, she was always highly focused.

Could she really get distracted?

“By the way,” she sat up and took a packet out of her pocket, “I just finished making this yesterday, Dad, you can’t forget about it.”

“Don’t worry,” Tang Zhinian took it and carefully placed it in the drawer, cherishing the valuable item.

How could he forget about it?

His own health was his responsibility.

He hadn’t noticed any issues before because Tang Yuxin had prepared a health tea for him as soon as he was diagnosed with high blood pressure.

Even the meals prepared by the housekeeper at home were chosen with his health in mind.

The food he ate was meant to lower blood pressure, and coupled with the health tea, which he was drinking daily as if it were water, it tasted almost like bamboo leaf infusion.

Because of that, he enjoyed it and would often drink it in his office too.

That’s why he never truly felt any different.

Although he knew he had high blood pressure, he felt no symptoms and essentially forgot about it.

What he didn’t realize was that this was all thanks to a good woman who had managed to keep his blood pressure under control.

Only now did he realize what high blood pressure really meant: the sensation was truly terrifying.

Just one spike, and he was hospitalized.

And now he couldn’t afford to be sick anymore.

There was no choice; his son was still in elementary school, his grandson was still young.

He needed to live a good long life, to pave the way for his son and grandson.

So, this time he had to take good care of his health—there would not be a second chance.

Tang Yuxin sat there for a while, chatted with Tang Zhinian, and then went out to get busy.

“That’s Zhinian’s eldest daughter,” Ren Li said, feeding water to her father, “Yuxin was only three when her mom left her to elope with someone else, even having a sister a year younger than Yuxin.

It was Zhinian who raised Yuxin.

Later, when I met Zhinian, it was Yuxin who agreed to let me be her stepmother.

We have a good relationship; she doesn’t see me as a stepmother but more like a sister.”

Ren Li didn’t mention how she had met Tang Zhinian.

To tell the truth, all of that was Wu Bin’s fault, Ren Ying’s fault, and, of course, also the fault of Ren Li’s parents.

Their favoritism, their lack of morals, their shamelessness—they drove her to drink every day.