My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 927

Chapter 927: Chapter 911: Mom Does Not Agree Chapter 927: Chapter 911: Mom Does Not Agree Tang Xincheng had just come back when he noticed Ren Li staring blankly into space, probably still unable to recover from the shock of her father’s death.

He put down his backpack and walked over to sit in front of Ren Li.

“Mom,” he said, taking Ren Li’s hand.

“Hmm, why are you back?”

Ren Li stroked her son’s head.

“Is your exam over?

How did it go?”

Ren Li knew her son was taking an exam.

Although she couldn’t muster much enthusiasm for anything at the moment, she remembered her son’s exams and was aware of them.

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“Not bad.”

Tang Xincheng actually didn’t know how well he had done either, but it should have been pretty good.

He completed all the questions and had checked the answers, which were mostly correct.

Even if he couldn’t achieve first place in the class, he should have been in the top two or three.

After finishing the exams came the holidays.

He would have about a month off, during which he could make some decisions.

“Mom, there is something I need to talk to you about.”

Tang Xincheng had thought about it for a long time and had made up his mind after much consideration before he spoke to Ren Li.

Of course, he hadn’t asked his father to come over; he had waited until his father went out with Xiaobai and Da Bai.

“Hmm, go ahead,” Ren Li said with a smile to her son.

“You’ve grown up and can make decisions for yourself now.”

Tang Xincheng was mature beyond his years and had grown up all of a sudden.

Indeed, he was fully capable of making his own decisions now.

“Mom...” Tang Xincheng called out to Ren Li.

“I want to donate bone marrow to Wu Liangliang.”

Ren Li’s brow furrowed.

“Chengcheng, do you realize what you’re saying?”

“Yes, I do,” Tang Xincheng hugged Ren Li’s arm.

“Mom, don’t worry, this wasn’t a sudden idea.

I’ve thought about it for a long time and have given it a lot of consideration before deciding.”

“Why?”

Ren Li didn’t understand; she knew all too well how much she disliked Ren Ying, and Tang Xincheng, her son, disliked Wu Liangliang equally.

Tang Xincheng didn’t dare tell.

If he did, he was afraid his dad would scold him.

He stole a glance at Tang Zhinian and noticed that his mood seemed good today.

Should he speak up, or should he keep silent?

He hesitated and was nervous.

“Speak up,” Tang Zhinian sat down and let his grandsons go play on their own.

He picked up the cup that had been set aside.

Inside the cup was his blood-pressure-lowering health tea.

He took some preventative sips to avoid getting too angry later on.

With high blood pressure, he would be scolded by his daughter.

In other aspects, Tang Zhinian could be the sole authority; at home, he was the head of the family.

No one dared to say no to him, but when it came to health, he absolutely had to listen to Tang Yuxin, the doctor in the family.

He took three sips in a row, feeling that his mood was still okay and quite calm.

“Did you do poorly on a test?”

He didn’t think there was anything particularly wrong.

Like the moon with its phases, not every test can be aced, though Tang Yuxin was an exception since she couldn’t be compared to ordinary people.

She was the unique flower born to the honest man, Tang Zhinian.

He scratched his head, feeling that he had done quite well on his exams.

“Did you get into a fight with someone?”

Tang Zhinian took another sip, still maintaining his composure.

“I haven’t gotten into any fights recently.”

Tang Xincheng had been behaving well recently and was peaceful; he hadn’t fought or taught his two little nephews to fight.

“Then what’s the matter?” Tang Zhinian squinted his eyes, “Take advantage of your dad’s good mood and tell me.”

Tang Xincheng scratched his head again, making sure his father truly was in a good mood.

He quickly crouched down and began to rub Tang Zhinian’s legs obsequiously.

“Dad, how about I donate bone marrow to Wu Liang?”

Unexpectedly, his father didn’t react with anger as he thought he would.

He hadn’t pointed to the door and said “In your dreams.”

Tang Zhinian sipped his health tea, gently exhaling a breath of stale air from his lungs, confirming that his mood was indeed not bad today.

“Have you really decided?” Tang Zhinian asked his son again, “Are you not afraid of the pain?”

“Not afraid.”

Tang Xincheng continued to massage Tang Zhinian’s legs, “The pain from the first time has already happened.