"Lin Jie, wake up!"

Lin Jie, who was sleeping on the large sofa, was nudged awake by An Kexin, and he saw that it was already brilliantly lit outside.

He turned over and sat up, rubbing his face vigorously to wake himself up a bit, and asked, "Has the person arrived?"

An Kexin said softly, "Just arrived, Yang Jinglong is currently taking Zhang Daya to conduct a physical examination and anesthesia test for him, along with some other pre-operative preparations."

The urgency and rush of the preparation for this surgery exceeded both Lin Jie and An Kexin's expectations.

On the day the feedback was sent back, it was only a few hours before they received a message, setting the surgery for the following night.

Fortunately, An Kexin had prior experience in preparations; amidst the chaos and overtime, they finally managed to prepare all the necessary medicines and supplies for the operating room.

On the morning of the surgery, Lin Jie and Zhang Daya arrived at the Weize Building, staying in the chairman's office until the appointed time that evening.

Lin Jie let out a breath, stood up, and said, "Then I should go down and prepare as well!"

"Lin Jie!"

An Kexin suddenly grabbed his arm, asking with some worry, "This surgery?"

When she hadn't been able to seize the opportunity, she saw more of the opportunities contained within it, but now that she had the opportunity, she was increasingly worried about the enormous risk involved.

Lin Jie understood the psychological tug-of-war she was experiencing, he patted An Kexin's hand reassuringly, "This surgery compared to Uncle An's surgery is easier by an order of magnitude, it'll be done in no more than five hours!"

"I won't let any accidents happen during this surgery."

This sentence relieved An Kexin significantly!

Having spent a long time with Lin Jie, An Kexin often unconsciously overlooked Lin Jie's age.

While he was sometimes adorably childish, his maturity and absolute confidence that he inadvertently exudes made people involuntarily believe in him, trust him, as if he could accomplish anything.

Donning the surgical attire, cap, mask, and after scrubbing and disinfecting his hands, Lin Jie entered the operating room.

The man fixed on the surgical headrest was surprisingly young to Lin Jie, appearing to be just over thirty, with a square face, sharp eyebrows, and a thin face that couldn't hide his exhaustion and weariness.

In a state of deep anesthesia, his brow was slightly furrowed, perhaps worrying about this surgery or perhaps his future.

Lin Jie admired his quick decision-making and being willing to accept the conditions for surgery unprepared, at the same time making him realize the unusual depth of the relationship between the An Family and this man's family.

Yang Jinglong said softly, "Dr. Lin, as per your instructions, we didn't shave his head. Are you planning to operate through the nasal cavity?"

"Yes, through the nasal cavity!" Lin Jie nodded.

Although this particular surgery was simple, considering the patient's special case, Lin Jie pondered repeatedly and finally designed a relatively optimal surgical plan; that is to explore through the patient's nasal cavity to reach the lesion to perform tumor excision.

This surgical plan involved less trauma, and the postoperative recovery was quicker, allowing the patient to return to work in merely three to four days.

The cost was that the surgery was undoubtedly more difficult compared to craniotomy, particularly the surgical aspirator needing to pass through several dangerous regions of the brain, leaving no room for error.

This indeed echoed the old saying, "Skillful individuals are bold."

Lin Jie thought, since he had accepted this surgery case, he should strive to do his best, showcase his maximum value, and leave the other party indebted with a huge favor.

He accepted the smallest aspirator handed by Zhang Daya, inserted it into the patient's nasal cavity, and then, while observing the image on the display screen, adjusted the aspirator's force, direction, and angle, very slowly, gradually probing in...

In the parking lot of Henglong Plaza, a luxury bus-converted camper was parked!

It sat quietly in the parking space, with no hint of light coming through, seemingly an empty vehicle, yet inside was a whole different world.

In the lounge area of the camper, the lights were gentle.

An elderly man with white hair and a clear yet exquisite face was sitting on the sofa, resting against the backrest with his eyes closed.

If someone notable in Binhai City saw this elder, they would certainly recognize at a glance that he was Fu Zhenhua, the renowned head of the Fu Family in Binhai and surrounding provinces.

The Fu Family, as a longstanding and deep-rooted family, wielded considerable influence in both politics and business, especially with the Sihai Commercial Bank it led, one of the first shareholding commercial banks established in the country that now had branches nationwide, demonstrating immense strength.

Opposite the old man was a slightly plump, beautiful lady in her thirties, who looked a bit uneasy, glancing at her watch from time to time.

The lady spoke, "Grandpa, you've been sitting here for almost two hours, shall I help you go out for a walk?"

Old Master Fu slightly opened his eyes, a hint of dissatisfaction flashed within them, and he spoke, "Zhezhi has taken leave to visit me, this 'ill' old guy. If I were seen outside, it wouldn't be good."

"It's not about being careless; it's about being safe!"

The lady nodded in acknowledgment, "I understand, Grandpa!"

"By the time estimate, Zhezhi's surgery should have begun. Grandpa, I just can't understand, we've already contacted a brain surgery specialist in the Capital City, and everything else is also prepared!"

"Why did you suddenly change your mind, despite Dad and Uncle's opposition, and insisted on letting this obscure doctor, who we have no knowledge of, perform surgery on Zhezhi?"

The elderly man opened his eyes a bit more, softly explaining, "A brain surgery is unlike any other; even a slight mishap can leave lasting complications."

"The family has already invested so many resources on Zhezhi, and there can be no room for error, naturally, finding the most skilled neurosurgeon for his operation."

The lady became a bit anxious, blurting out, "Grandpa, but we don't even know this doctor's name, how can you be sure that he is definitely more skilled than the specialist from the Capital City?"

A flash of disappointment crossed the old man's eyes, yet he patiently explained once more, "Because there's a living example, An Weize!"

"Not just one, several neurosurgery specialists reviewed An Weize's previous brain tumor images and his postoperative examination reports, they gave almost unanimous conclusions: the doctor who performed An Weize's surgery possesses surgical skills that are world-class, unmatched by them."

The lady frowned and said, "Grandpa, just having An Weize's surgery as an example proves nothing. Perhaps it was that doctor performing beyond his capabilities, or maybe it was just that he was lucky."

Old Master Fu decisively closed his eyes again, muttering in frustration, "You don't understand matters concerning medicine."

"For time-consuming surgeries spanning several hours, luck might play a part, but it's all fundamentally established on absolute skill."

The lady noticed the elder's slight impatience, but her inner worry kept her from holding her tongue, she simply switched to another topic.

"Grandpa, what do you think about An Kexin, that young lady?"

"I think her looks and figure are acceptable, though she's slightly older. What do you think about me introducing her to my younger brother?"

Old Master Fu frowned, displeased, and said, "It's not like in the past now, everyone goes for free love; they don't like elders interfering. Better to let your brother find a wife himself with his own abilities, one he truly likes."

Finally, he advised, "If this thing goes well, the An Family will have done us the Fu Family a favor, put away your petty thoughts, don't spoil the relationship between the two families."

The lady smiled awkwardly, murmuring, "The An Family arranged Zhezhi's surgery, if later they demand something...I'm just preparing in advance!"

Old Master Fu snorted lightly, a sharp glint flashed through his half-opened eyes, he said, "The preparations in advance aren't up to you! The An Family wouldn't act that way, nor dare to do so!"

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