Chapter Forty-Five Trust

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  Chen Zhiyuan guessed that Song Muqing must have investigated his situation, and next would be Song Muqing revealing the true purpose of inviting him to dinner: "That's right, Uncle Song. I'm going to perform surgery on Geng Jianmin!"

  Song Muqing was shocked by a loud voice: "Chen Zhiyuan, are you going to perform surgery on someone again?" Song Muqing's curiosity about Chen Zhiyuan had already reached the point where it could scare a cat to death. Food therapy and medical skills, these two completely unrelated professions, were now simultaneously appearing in him, this guy who usually looked like a rascal suddenly put on an air of mysteriousness!

  "How confident are you?" Song Muqing asked suddenly.

  "A hundred percent!" Chen Zhiyuan knew this was not the time for modesty. Song Weiqing was indeed the municipal party secretary, but he rashly arranged for someone without even a practicing physician's qualification certificate to perform surgery at Lincheng's best hospital, which in itself was a huge gamble. If the surgery succeeded, perhaps no one would say anything, but if it failed, this would give his enemies a big handle, and on this matter, Song Weiqing must be cautious, so investigating himself was also inevitable!

  "So confident?" Song Weiqing had a good impression of Chen Zhiyuan, and this good impression was not based on his miraculous healing effects, but rather the evidence he provided to prove Zhao Jianguo's crime. Chen Zhiyuan may not have known what that evidence meant to Song Weiqing, but Song Weiqing knew very well that Chen Zhiyuan had given him evidence, and more importantly, a stepping stone for his future career advancement.

  "Uncle Song, perhaps in your opinion, food therapy and medicine are two unrelated industries, but that's not the case. Food therapy and medicine have a common function, which is to cure diseases. The medical principles contained in food therapy can be said to have gathered the essence of Chinese medicine for 5,000 years. You also mentioned earlier that our Chinese culture has a history of 5,000 years, and this traditional Chinese medicine has been passed down for 5,000 years. Just because of this heritage, it's not comparable to the few hundred years of history of Western medicine. Of course, we must acknowledge that some techniques in Western medicine are good and more advanced than traditional Chinese medicine. This is also why I chose to study Western medicine in graduate school, with the goal of taking its strengths and weaknesses, and incorporating its good methods and skills into traditional Chinese medicine, making it truly great!" Chen Zhiyuan's expression at this time was no longer his usual careless self, his eyes shone brightly, and he exuded a strong sense of confidence.

  At this moment, Chen Zhiyuan's body exuded a strong aura in Song Muqing's eyes, and the name of this aura was - self-confidence. In this instant, his figure suddenly straightened up, like a seasoned general who dared not to retreat in the face of the enemy, and the unstoppable momentum in his bones was like a huge magnetic field that attracted her gaze.

  "That's good, young man, having this kind of confidence is good, but if you use it well, it can be a driving force for progress, if not, it's just bragging and talking big. However, you must know that this surgery is no child's play, it's a matter of life and death!" Song Muqing's tone became somewhat stern as he spoke.

  Chen Zhiyuan smiled and said, "I still have some medical ethics and won't play with patients' lives. How can I do that to my own family? Without a hundred percent guarantee, why would I even mention this request to you? I wouldn't dare to treat patients' lives as a joke like some inhumane people!"

  Song Weiqing heard this and immediately laughed: "Listening to your words seems to have a hint of meaning?"

  Chen Zhiyuan took out his mobile phone and played the video of Zuoming Shan that night for Song Weiqing to see.

  Song Weiqing finished reading without any extreme reaction, just stroking his chin and falling into deep thought. Song Muqing, on the other hand, slammed her hand on the table and loudly scolded: "Does this person still have humanity? This is simply playing with people's lives! Dad, you can't not intervene in this matter, these people are really deserving of death!"

  Chen Zhiyuan sat silently in the chair, observing Song Weiqing's expression. From Song Weiqing's previous words, he knew that Song Weiqing was hesitant to take such a big risk and have him perform the surgery. Today, he might have been called here to dissuade him from doing the surgery. Initially, he had thought it would be simple, just arranging for someone to do a surgery as the municipal party secretary. But now, thinking carefully, the matter was not so simple. Even Song Weiqing, the municipal party secretary, was being cautious and didn't dare take such a big risk. It was laughable that he had been so naive and hadn't thought things through. He couldn't help but think that initially, when Song Weiqing had invited him over, there must have been something else going on.

  "This matter I must take care of, but let's talk about the operation, Little Chen. This is not a joke, if the operation fails, you will lose your loved one, and I will also be in big trouble, this hat on my head will have to be thrown away!" Song Weiqing said these words very sincerely. Through his contacts with Chen Zhiyuan, he had developed a love for talent, Chen Zhiyuan was very promising, but there were some things that hadn't been said yet. If the operation failed, and his political enemies got hold of it, Chen Zhiyuan wouldn't just lose a loved one, he would probably spend the rest of his life in prison.

  "Uncle Song, this is inevitable. I couldn't just watch my loved one die in front of me, especially when I have the ability to save him. And it's not like I'm putting you out either, I'll figure something out myself!" Chen Zhiyuan's mood had hit rock bottom. Although he now had enough fat to exchange for a basic medical kit, this didn't mean that having the kit meant he could perform surgery. First of all, the operating room's sterile conditions were not met, let alone other medical equipment.

  "Dad, just help him out!" Song Muqing couldn't bear Chen Zhiyuan's dejected expression.

  Song Muqing raised his wine glass and took a big gulp, spitting out a mouthful of wine air, and fell into deep thought again. The room suddenly fell silent. Chen Zhiyuan had already lost hope that Song Weiqing would agree to perform the surgery for him. He also knew that this matter was too difficult for him, and he began to think about how to find another place to operate on Geng Jianmin.

  After a long while, Song Weiqing suddenly asked: "Little Chen, how confident are you in performing this surgery?"

  Chen Zhiyuan was shocked when he mentioned this matter again, and then he was overjoyed. Song Weiqing asked the question again, which meant that there was still hope for this matter. He hurriedly said: "Uncle Song, don't worry, I have 100% confidence in this operation, and I can definitely cure my Uncle Geng!"

  Song Weiqing thought for a moment, gritted his teeth and said: "Alright, when are you planning on going?"

  "This Sunday?" Chen Zhiyuan hastily replied.

  "It won't be long, time is a bit rushed, okay, you go to the hospital directly on Sunday, I'll make arrangements with them!" Song Weiqing hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth and agreeing.

  "Thank you, Uncle Song, thank you so much!" Chen Zhiyuan said gratefully.

  "Thanks, and as a reward, give me some of your best wine!" Song Weiqing joked.

  "No problem, I'll cover your drinks from now on!" Chen Zhiyuan said, then suddenly asked: "Uncle Song, when you investigated my surgery, didn't you alert that Left Mingshan?" Chen Zhiyuan suddenly remembered that Song Weiqing had investigated him before, and since he knew about the surgery for Geng Jianmin, it was likely that someone at the hospital had been alerted. As Geng Jianmin's attending physician, Left Mingshan might have also been questioned. If this had aroused Left Mingshan's suspicion and caused him to cancel the surgery, then his original plan would be completely ruined!

  "Is Dr. Zuo a good person? Is he the doctor in the video you showed me?" Song Weiqing asked after thinking for a moment.

  "That's right, it's him!" Chen Zhiyuan nodded.

  "This shouldn't have happened, I sent my driver to the hospital at that time, just letting him say he was a relative of Geng Jianmin and ask about his condition!" Song Weiqing said with a sudden smile: "How do you little devil still have other plans?"

  "This kind of person, Zuo Mingshan, doesn't deserve to be a doctor. And that so-called expert from Beijing, for the sake of money, they're playing with people's lives like it's a joke. They're not even as good as animals! I want them to get out of this industry forever!" Chen Zhīyuǎn was furious. If he hadn't obtained this system and exchanged for basic medical skills, he wouldn't have been able to detect Zuo Mingshan's tricks. Geng Jianmin would have had a 90% chance of dying on the operating table, and even if he made it off the table, he wouldn't have lived more than a month."

  Song Wei Qing heard this and wiped the smile off his face, turning serious: "Yes, people like that are a scourge to medical care. Now that doctor-patient relationships are so tense, they've also played a very bad role. We must severely punish them to set an example. Little Chen, apart from this video, do you have any other evidence?"

  Chen Zhiyuan sneered and said: "Of course there is. Since we want to deal with them, we must make sure they never recover!"

  Song Weiqing heard this and stood up saying: "Let's go, let's talk in the study!"

  Chen Zhiyuan walked home, still a bit worried. Xiaming Shanzhang sensed something and picked up the phone to call Gengming, asking about the situation at the hospital. From Gengming's mouth, he learned that Xiaming Shanzhang hadn't sensed anything, and even urged Gengming to prepare the money early on Sunday morning. Gengming also followed Chen Zhiyuan's instructions to take pictures of the medical records and record the conversation between Xiaming Shanzhang and him. Only then did Chen Zhiyuan feel at ease, humming a little tune all the way home.

  At the same time, Song Weiqing sat in his study muttering to himself: "This kid is quite thorough in what he does, but after all, he's still young and has left a loophole. Today, this old man will show him the back door."

  Song Weiqing said as he picked up the phone and dialed: "Old Li, I'm asking you for a favor, ah, it's like this..."