My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s-Chapter 456 - 450: Rejection

456 Chapter 450: Rejection

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She had also undergone an examination. Given her current physical health, there should be no major issue if she needed to donate bone marrow. What mattered was whether the final match would be suitable. How compatible it would be and whether the recipient's body could withstand it was also a concern.

Of course, there was also the question of whether she, the donor, could endure the pain.

Nowadays, bone marrow is still collected through extraction.

To be honest, claiming that she was not afraid would be a lie, as would be asserting that it wasn't painful. In fact, she was terrified of pain.

"Knock knock..." she knocked on the door and then glanced at the room number. This should be the right room, home to the patient in need of her bone marrow.

The door opened, and a middle-aged noblewoman stepped out. Yet at the moment, the noblewoman was just a worried mother, a mother who had aged prematurely out of worry for her son.

Tang Yuxin stood outside wearing her military uniform under a white doctor's coat. Her skin was extremely fair, her features striking, her eyes clear and there was a faint, indescribable fragrance about her. At this moment, she had her hands in her pockets, casually regarding this middle-aged woman.

"May I ask who you are?" Qin's mother had never met Tang Yuxin, but she knew the woman standing before her had to be a doctor from the hospital. She glanced at Yuxin's name tag on her lab coat and confirmed that Tang was indeed a doctor here.

"Aru, who is it?" A man came out from the room, his cane occasionally hitting the ground. When he emerged and saw Tang Yuxin, he didn't recognize her.

But Tang Yuxin knew him immediately.

This was Qin Ziye's grandfather, while the person inside, could it be Qin Ziye?

But that shouldn't be possible. The Qin family surely had more than one grandson. The beneficiary could be another member of the Qin family. It didn't have to be Qin Ziye.

"You are..." The elder Qin seemed to find Tang Yuxin familiar—a woman with skin as fair as a Westerner was indeed rare. Although he couldn't recall who she was, he couldn't be blamed for not remembering. The young girl he had once insulted was now a chief doctor at the hospital, taking charge of her own life, brimming with the confidence she had lost in her past life. Her hands had the power to save many people. Equally, she could also choose not to.

"You came from Beijing?" Tang Yuxin asked the middle-aged woman. She didn't even glance at the elder Qin. This man had not only insulted her but also her father.

Insult her, she didn't mind, but she could not tolerate anyone insulting her father.

The middle-aged woman was baffled as to why Tang Yuxin would ask such a question, but she answered truthfully, "Yes, we did. May I ask, who are you?"

"I…" Tang Yuxin suddenly laughed—a stunning beauty like blooming flowers, but as cold as frost.

"I am the doctor who will donate the bone marrow to you."

"Are you Dr. Tang?" The middle-aged woman was startled upon hearing this. She hadn't expected Dr. Tang to be so young, seemingly just into her twenties. Furthermore, it was rare for such a young woman to be a doctor in a military hospital. Was she really a chief doctor here?

"Yes, it's me," Tang Yuxin pointed to her name tag. "I am Dr. Tang. Because they were only at the examination stage, they didn't know each other's identity yet. So all they knew about each other was their surname. If she had known earlier about this family revelation, she would have refused to donate her bone marrow.

However, it was not too late. She wouldn't donate.

"Dr. Tang, thank you," the middle-aged woman moved forward to shake Tang Yuxin's hand. Yuxin stepped back and then turned to leave. Her movements were smooth and fluid, and as she left, her white coat fluttered, raising a wind that seemed to carry a chill like ice.

The elder Qin squinted his eyes, as if suddenly grasping something. "What's her name?" he asked Qin's mother.

Qin's mother shook her head. "Dad, I don't know. I only know that her surname is Tang."

"Surname Tang... Tang Yuxin..."

The elder Qin repeated these words, stepping back as if he was hit by some heavy blow.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Qin's mother rushed forward to offer support to the elder Qin, but he waved her off, looking suddenly aged by more than a decade.

Qin's mother did not understand why the elder Qin was acting like this, looking as if he had just been struck a terrible blow. Ever since her son fell ill, the elder Qin had changed. Once a proud, unapproachable man who disregarded everyone else, he was now just an empty old man. If he were to lose his grandson, he would truly have nothing left.

A man such as this, stripped of everything, had nothing left to be proud or arrogant about.

As Qin's mother gazed outside, she let out a sigh of relief at the thought that the surgery would soon take place. Her heart, which had been tightly wound, finally began to relax at the thought of her son's recovery.

As long as her son was alive, nothing else mattered.

If he lived, he could marry any woman he wished. As for the marriage between Guan Jing and Qin Ziye, it had already ended by this point. From Guan Jing's absence this time, it was clear that she had given up on Qin Ziye. However, as a mother, she would never give up on her own son.

However, when night fell, Qin Ziye's primary doctor arrived with a grave expression.

"What happened?" Qin's mother's heart skipped a beat. "Is there a problem? Did the matching fail?"

"No," Qin Ziye's primary doctor shook his head. "The matching was successful and highly compatible. They matched at eight out of ten points. It's a very successful match, but..." He didn't know how to continue.

"Dr. Tang has now refused to donate."

"What, refused?" Qin's mother stood abruptly, feeling a surge of dizziness. She quickly grabbed hold of the edge of the cupboard to stabilize herself.

"What did you just say?" She didn't want to believe her own ears. The doctor had said that they were not donating bone marrow to her son. Had she misheard? Yes, she must have misheard.

"Yes," Qin Ziye's doctor confirmed the fact he himself wished otherwise. Everyone had agreed, but the potential donor was no longer willing. No matter the reason, the would-be donor refused to mention donation. Everyone else had time to wait, but not Qin Ziye.

"Why won't she donate anymore?"

Qin's mother's voice trembled. How could someone just stop donating? Hadn't they all agreed? Why stop now? What were they doing in that hospital if they weren't going to donate? If they had refused from the start, they wouldn't have clung to this false hope. The devastation after hope could be incredibly damaging. Did they realize that?