Chapter 40: The Hospital Visit

  Sorry everyone, today's update is too late. Xiao Bai's work schedule was really unavoidable, to be honest, Xiao Bai has been pushing this book for over a month now and I'm worried that everyone in the department will have an opinion about me. It's really tough being a doctor, especially a surgical doctor, every day is surgery after surgery. Don't think being a doctor is easy, anyway, enough said, just hope everyone can vote more, this thing doesn't cost money, Xiao Bai thanks you on his knees!

  As the top-level hospital in Lincang, Lincang People's Hospital is still brightly lit and bustling with people under the deep night sky. The fruit shops and flower shops around the hospital are doing a thriving business, with people coming and going constantly. Even the nearby funeral home has gathered a few people with sad faces.

  Chen Zhiyuan was carrying things behind Chen Yajun, who was very impatient and kept urging Chen Zhiyuan to hurry up. Chen Zhiyuan had a bitter heart and couldn't say anything, but he wanted to tell his father that Uncle Geng was fine. He planned to take out some medicinal wine tonight to help his father get over his addiction, and at the same time, get him drunk. Dragging it out for one night would be just one night. Who knew that his father, who usually loved drinking, would be so abnormal tonight, not touching a drop of alcohol? At the dinner table, he urged everyone to hurry up and eat, and as soon as they finished eating, he rushed to the hospital in a flurry. When they arrived at the ward, seeing Uncle Geng like that, even if his father didn't understand medicine, he could tell that Geng Jianmin's condition had reached a critical point. At that time, it would be hard to avoid getting anxious and flustered again, so what could be done?

  Chen Yajun saw his son dawdling behind, and his anger flared up. He strode over, kicked him in the buttocks, and scolded: "What's wrong with you? I told you to take me to see your Uncle Geng, but last night you made excuses, and now you're still dawdling. Tell me the truth, is your Uncle Geng ill or not?"

  Chen Zhiyuan saw his father's eyes turn red, his whole body trembling, and he quickly put down the things in his hands to pat his father's back and comfort him: "Dad, I'm telling you the truth, that illness... Ah!" At this time, they had already arrived at the hospital. Chen Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and said: "Dad, listen to me..."

  After finishing speaking, he took out a cigarette and lit it for his father.

  Chen Zhiyuan saw his father take a few puffs of smoke, and his emotions calmed down a bit. He continued: "Gēng Shū got brain hemorrhage, but Dad you shouldn't..."

  Before Chen Zhiyuan finished speaking, Chen Yajun exclaimed: "Cerebral hemorrhage? This, this, can it be cured?"

  "Hey, Dad, don't interrupt me, just listen to what I have to say. To be honest, the chances of Uncle Geng's illness being cured in Lin City or even in Beijing are very small. But I can cure him, you have to believe me!" Chen Zhiyuan thought about lying and saying that the hospital in Lin City could cure Uncle Geng, but when his father saw Uncle Geng's condition, he would definitely be worried and anxious. Before the surgery, he would definitely ask that bastard Left Ming Shan some questions, and he wouldn't care about his father's feelings, just telling him how serious it was, saying things like "cardiovascular accident" or "surgical failure", basically saying that if something went wrong, they wouldn't be responsible. They would have already explained all this to the family members before the surgery, so they could wash their hands clean and say they had warned them. Chen Zhiyuan's father couldn't take it, so he just told him that he could cure Uncle Geng to give him some peace of mind, after all, there were some things he could only discuss with his father directly.

  Chen Yajun had already shed tears upon hearing the first part, and upon hearing the latter part, she pulled Chen Zhiyuan tightly: "Can you really cure your Uncle Geng?"

  "Dad, don't worry, I have 100% confidence that I can cure Uncle Geng!"

  Chen Yajun lit another cigarette and took a deep drag, looking puzzled: "Zhiyuan, don't try to comfort your dad with lies. Although you got into graduate school, you haven't even started classes yet, and your internship at the hospital is only for a year - how much can you really learn? Alas, I know you're afraid that Dad will get anxious and fall ill, but don't worry, I can take it. But my old brother...!"

  Chen Zhiyuan saw his father's tears fall again, and he quickly said: "Dad, have you forgotten how I lost weight? Didn't I tell you before? I met an old man in the capital city, that old man was a skilled traditional Chinese medicine doctor. The medical skills I learned from him over those few years... not to mention Uncle Geng's cerebral hemorrhage, even cancer, I've seen him cure many people. His skills I have all mastered, otherwise I wouldn't dare tell you I can cure Uncle Geng's illness. Dad, just put your mind at ease, I'm not cheating you."

  Chen Yajun still couldn't quite believe it: "Really? Then tell me, how did you treat it?"

  Chen Zhiyuan saw this coming and told his father that he would personally perform the surgery. Liang Mingshan also suggested inviting an expert to do the surgery, but the old man would definitely believe in those so-called experts and wouldn't let him on stage at the time, which would be troublesome. So, he continued to fabricate: "Dad, of course, it's traditional Chinese medicine! I've already prepared all the medicinal materials for Uncle Geng, but surgery is also needed. Don't worry, Dad, I'll get this hospital in Beijing to invite the best expert, and after the surgery, combined with my traditional Chinese medicine, Uncle Geng's illness will definitely be cured! You can rest assured!"

  Chen Yajun was already in a state of utter chaos, and hadn't even noticed the loopholes in his son's words. You've learned all these skills, and you're confident that you can cure him with traditional Chinese medicine, so why are you bringing up Western medical surgery now? Suddenly overjoyed: "Really, that's great, that's great! Zhiyuan, you must make sure to cure your uncle, he's spent his whole life suffering, without any happiness. He finally managed to raise his son, and now he has something to look forward to - seeing his son get married and have children... but then he gets this illness, sigh!"

  "Dad, just put your mind at ease, let's go see Uncle Geng!" Chen Zhiyuan said as he pulled his father upstairs.

  Wang Shufen and Chen Yalan, the couple, also wanted to come along, but Chen Zhiyuan was afraid they would worry, so he stopped them from coming and brought this old man over. The two of them went upstairs and arrived at Geng Jianmin's ward.

  Zhao Yulan saw Chen Ya-Jun and walked over a few steps, grabbing his hand and crying: "Brother Ya-Jun"

  Chen Yajun's tears, which had just stopped, fell again as he saw Geng Jianmin lying in bed, unconscious and pale: "Something like this happened, how could you not tell me?"

  Chen Zhiyuan and Geng Ming quickly comforted Chen Yajun and Zhao Yulan again. When the two people's emotions had calmed down a bit, Chen Zhiyuan called Geng Ming out.

  "Has Zuo Ming Shan looked for you these past few days?"

  "This morning I found him and he said that this Sunday is the day of the operation, and also told me about the expert fee, asking me to give it to him on the day of the operation!"

  "That money for the surgery was given to him that day. By the way, is there enough money in the card?" Chen Zhiyuan still had over a million in the card.

  "That's enough, brother! You have over 1.6 million in your card, I've paid the hospital deposit of 600,000 and asked the doctor, he said my dad's illness including surgery will cost around 1.5 million, so this money is enough, brother! I'll definitely pay you back!" Geng Ming was so grateful that he wished to take out his heart and give it to Chen Zhiyuan.

  "Go buy a digital camera, find an opportunity to take clear photos of all your father's medical records for me. From today on, whenever Lao Ming Shan talks to you, turn on the recording function on your phone and record everything for me. Also, use the digital camera to take clear photos of your father's CT scans. Got it?" Chen Zhiyuan instructed.

  "Brother, what are you doing?" Geng Ming didn't understand.

  "Just don't worry about it, just do what I say. Your dad's illness is fine, I've already thought of a way to cure him!" Chen Zhiyuan clearly instructed Geng Ming on what he needed to do. What was left now was collecting fat. Tang Yansheng couldn't extract all 40 kilograms of his fat at once. If it was all extracted, who knows what kind of trouble would arise? On the day of the surgery, a maximum of 20 kilograms could be extracted. Those who had signed a contract with the system could extract up to 50 kilograms on the day of the surgery. The remaining 30 kilograms would have to be figured out in these few days!

  If it weren't for Chen Zhiyuan's persuasion, Chen Yajun had planned to stay by the bed today. Geng Ming and Zhao Yulan, mother and son, also persuaded him together, and he finally gave up and followed Chen Zhiyuan back home.