"Winning this opportunity is equivalent to having the power to jump the queue at any time."

She took a sip of water and continued, "Besides, some hospitals' expert clinic numbers can be sold for several times the price by scalpers once they get their hands on them."

"The chance for Jie to step in directly..."

An Weize snorted and interrupted, "I'm not confused, so how could I not think of that?"

"Kexin, you've forgotten one thing. The so-called queuing and expert clinic numbers are meant for ordinary patients."

"Do you think those attending the charity auction gala need to queue when they have an illness?"

An Kexin's expression immediately froze, then she awkwardly said, "That's true, they have money, power, and connections, and can always get special treatment."

She added a bit defiantly, "Dad, with Jie's medical skills, he doesn't need to give face to anyone. He can make them queue..."

"Naive! You're daydreaming!"

An Weize bluntly scolded her, "Adhering to principles has its limits. You can refuse and offend a few people, or even a fraction of people, but you cannot offend an entire group."

"Those attending the charity auction gala, no matter how they portray themselves as noble and selfless, somehow always think they're entitled to certain privileges, that they're different, and should be treated preferentially."

"If any of them falls seriously ill and reaches out through connections to request Jie's assistance,"

"And if Jie rejects them just with the reason of queuing," An Weize said sternly, "Kexin, believe it or not, then Jie and our hospital will face the collective resistance of this group."

An Kexin thought for a moment and had to admit that An Weize's words made some sense.

A group accustomed to enjoying VIP treatment everywhere being suddenly treated as ordinary people at your little shop, having to queue—

That's unacceptable; it would certainly provoke their collective hostility and condemnation.

Because of Lin Jie's unique medical skills, they may have to swallow their pride or grudgingly accept it, but it's different for the An Family.

Moreover, if a patient happens to die while waiting in line, the emotionally unstable family might not even spare Lin Jie.

Thinking of this, An Kexin shivered and admitted, "Dad, I was too superficial in my thinking."

"They can directly request Jie for treatment at home. Thus, this auction item isn't actually that useful. We will replace it and think of something else."

An Weize nodded slightly and said, "Actually, this auction item is quite a good gimmick, and I'm sure that many will give face and bid on it."

"However, there are still a few small issues..."

He pointed out, "If this opportunity ends up in the hands of our adversaries, and they deliberately send a complicated patient to challenge and test us, what then?"

"Or if the Hu Family gets this opportunity and requests treatment for that old man Hu Yitong?"

"Jie, would you treat or not?"

Hearing this, Lin Jie couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Damn, I didn't even consider this problem. As for the Hu Family, he doesn't want to treat any of them.

An Kexin touched her nose self-reproachfully, picked up a cup of tea, and said ingratiatingly, "Dad, I didn't think it through. You're indeed wiser with age, please have some tea!"

An Weize amusingly took the tea, sipped it, and said, "These are small issues. Perhaps without my reminder, you would have thought of them in a few days."

He continued with a serious tone, "Jie, I'm calling you over to actually discuss something with you."

"Oh, Uncle An, please go ahead!"

Lin Jie put on a listening posture.

An Weize said slowly, "Kexin, Jie, some renowned restaurants, no matter how crowded, always reserve one or two private rooms for unexpected visits from important guests."

An Kexin nodded and said to Lin Jie, "Jie, this is true. Many renowned restaurants would rather leave one or two private rooms empty and not earn money, rather than fully book them."

"In case an important figure suddenly comes with friends and guests, but there's no seating or private room available..."

An Kexin said with a humph, "Chinese people sometimes care a lot about face, especially in front of friends and guests."

"If this important figure feels they've lost face and gives the restaurant bad press, the restaurant's losses could be significant."

With interest, she added, "Jie, there's a saying in the circles, test your status and importance by going directly to the Imperial Kitchen of the Binhai Grand Hotel during meal times."

"Why is that?" Lin Jie keenly asked.

An Kexin laughed softly, "The Imperial Kitchen mainly serves Shandong and Imperial cuisine, and the diners are usually people with some status, requiring reservations usually a week in advance."

"If you show up at meal times without a reservation and still get to dine at the Imperial Kitchen, then you're surely an important person in Binhai City."

"Jie, should we try this out sometime?"

Lin Jie also became interested, "Sure, let's give it a try! Uncle An, do you go to the Imperial Kitchen and eat without needing a reservation?"

An Weize frowned and glared at An Kexin, "You two are straying from the topic."

Ignoring Lin Jie's restrained amusement, he continued, "Jie, your medical skills will surely garner widespread attention, and as your reputation grows, unquestionably, more people will come seeking help."

"But your time and energy are limited, and you can't accept too many patients. Like those well-known restaurants, we need to make sure that everyone knows the maximum number of patients you can see in a day or week."

"And leave some room for those with strong backgrounds so they appreciate your favor."

Lin Jie deeply agreed.

In such a society that values personal connections, refusing others without a very good reason is offending them, especially since his refusal may represent a life, so he needs to be cautious.

He sincerely said, "Uncle An, your suggestion is very timely. This issue indeed needs foresight, or else having patient after patient come without refusal could exhaust me."

"By determining my maximum capacity in advance and publicly announcing it, rejecting people won't be particularly difficult."

Lin Jie pointed to his heart and laughed, "This heart serves as a perfect excuse."

"I'll claim that if my working hours are too long, there's a risk of my heart exceeding its load and stopping abruptly."

An Weize nodded in approval, "I thought the same way."

"But, Jie, give us a heads up about your actual health condition..."

An Kexin also turned to look at Lin Jie, full of concern.

Lin Jie pondered for a moment and said, "Uncle An, Kexin, as it's impossible to perform extreme endurance tests on one's heart, I can only say roughly."

"Tests done at the hospital show my heart vitality rivals that of a healthy young person in their mid-twenties, meaning it's very healthy. I feel that this heart is functioning very normally."

"After several surgeries that last over ten hours, once I rest for a night, I basically fully recover my strength and energy."

He seriously said, "I think of myself as a healthy young person in body, and my lifespan will be too."

An Weize had a satisfied smile on his face, "Jie, although that's the case, you should still pace yourself and leave a margin, don't overexert your body."

"Let's discuss the number of surgeries you can handle daily and weekly."

Naturally, Lin Jie's opinion was the main consideration.

After preliminary discussions, Lin Jie's maximum weekly surgical workload was determined.

For surgeries over ten hours, he could schedule up to two per week, requiring two consecutive rest days after completing each one.

For surgeries of five to ten hours, he could schedule up to three per week, with one rest day needed after each one.

For surgeries under five hours, he could handle one per day, up to six per week.

An Weize suggested, "Jie, after completing a major surgery or when you're fatigued from work, maybe do some pained gestures clutching your heart so others acknowledge your efforts and feel more grateful..."

Lin Jie and An Weize exchanged a look and chuckled.

Just then, Lin Jie's phone suddenly rang.

It was a call from General Meng Yang.

As soon as he answered, Meng Yang's urgent voice came through, "Expert Lin, are you available to come to the First Military Medical Hospital in the Capital City now?"

Before Lin Jie could respond, Meng Yang's voice continued, "Someone has been seriously injured, and only you can save him."

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