The visitors were Guo Changlin and his little sister, Guo Fenhan, who was more than twenty years younger than him.

Lin Jie invited the two to sit in the sofa area.

Upon seeing Lin Jie again, Guo Fenhan was a bit emotional and said, "Dr. Lin, those days felt like a haunting nightmare that I still occasionally dream about, waking up startled."

"However, Dr. Lin, in my dreams, you are like a hero descending from the sky, standing on a seven-colored cloud."

"When you appear in my dreams, I'm no longer afraid, feeling especially at ease."

Compared to the initial meeting's panic and distress, today Guo Fenhan had neatly trimmed short hair, subtle makeup, and wore an obviously high-end, although unbranded, autumn outfit.

From several meters away, anyone could tell she was a true daughter of a prestigious family.

"I'm no hero. Afterward, I was so scared that my legs went weak, and I couldn't walk."

Lin Jie casually replied, then asked, "Mr. Guo, your visit to Binhai this time is for...?"

Guo Changlin, who had been quietly observing Lin Jie, softly said, "I'm here to negotiate a business collaboration. Fenhan knew you were also in this city and insisted on coming along to thank you personally."

"Dr. Lin, once again, thank you for your life-saving help."

Lin Jie responded humbly, "Mr. Guo, no need to be so polite. It was a matter of forced self-rescue for me as well."

"Even if it was self-rescue subjectively, objectively, you did save both me and the little one." Guo Fenhan said earnestly.

Guo Changlin pondered for a moment before saying, "Dr. Lin, your achievements in medicine have amazed me; I should say they are unbelievable."

"After nearly a month, the little one's recovery has been extremely slow, even showing no improvement. I wonder if you could..."

Having been through hardship together, Lin Jie did not refuse and said, "Let me take a look at the little one's CT scans."

Guo Changlin brought up a set of images on his phone and handed it to Lin Jie.

This set of CT scans consisted of thirty-six images.

From these images, Lin Jie discovered a total of eleven blood clots deep in the brain of the little one.

Such a large number of clots is indeed rare.

This was related to the cerebral hemorrhage in the little one, which had been delayed for a long time without effective treatment.

While Lin Jie reviewed these images, each blood clot was marked on the three-dimensional brain perspective map simulated in his mind.

One possible surgical route after another appeared and disappeared rapidly on the perspective map, constantly changing angles...

Guo Changlin saw Lin Jie's right index finger steadily sliding over the phone screen.

One CT image changed after another, and Lin Jie's gaze seemed unfocused...

This must be deep in thought.

With suspicion in his heart, Guo Changlin gestured to Guo Fenhan not to disturb Lin Jie and quietly waited.

This wait lasted for almost forty minutes before Lin Jie changed his posture.

Lin Jie raised his right hand, rubbed his slightly aching temples with his thumb and middle finger, returned the phone to Guo Changlin, and said, "You can bring the little one to me, and I'll perform surgery to remove the brain clots."

"Dr. Lin, are you certain of success?" Guo Changlin asked with a face full of surprise.

Lin Jie shook his head and said, "No doctor would dare say they are certain of success in brain surgery."

"I can only say there is a good chance of success, but there are also risks."

Guo Changlin lightly acknowledged, restrained his joy, and hesitated a moment before saying, "Not to hide from you, Dr. Lin, my father managed to get an appointment with Dr. Owen Maxwell at Massachusetts General Hospital for the little one through some connections."

Lin Jie somewhat understood his meaning, nodded gently, and said, "I am aware of Dr. Owen Maxwell."

"His expertise in neurosurgery is on par with that of Dr. Siselda at Mayo Clinic, which is considered world-class."

"If the little one receives his treatment, there should be a great hope for recovery."

Guo Fenhan suddenly asked, "Dr. Lin, if I may ask, how does your expertise compare to that of Dr. Maxwell?"

Lin Jie chuckled and said, "Well... that is difficult to compare!"

"Even though both are neurosurgeons, relatively speaking, each doctor also has their fields of expertise."

"For example, some may be more adept at cerebrovascular diseases, others at brain tumors, and some at craniocerebral conditions related to the five senses, etc."

Guo Fenhan pressed further, "Then Dr. Lin, which area are you more skilled in?"

"Me? A bit of everything, I suppose!" Lin Jie replied evasively.

Guo Fenhan was somewhat dissatisfied with Lin Jie's answer, bit her lip, and asked again, "In the case of the little one, do you think Dr. Maxwell is more skilled or you?"

This was indeed a difficult question to answer.

Owen Maxwell was long renowned and recognized globally.

Lin Jie's reputation was still confined to the domestic arena, possibly even just within Binhai.

Additionally, the lack of trust due to age...

Putting the two people together, asking a hundred people to vote, probably not a single one would choose Lin Jie.

However, when it comes to removing intracranial blood clots, Lin Jie is confident he's not inferior to anyone.

Claiming to be better than Owen Maxwell would be seen as arrogant; but to say he's weaker than him, Lin Jie would feel guilty.

So, he simply smiled and did not answer...

Guo Changlin and Guo Fenhan left the office, and immediately four bodyguard-like people surrounded them, escorting them away.

Guo Fenhan whispered, "Brother, from Dr. Lin's response, he believes his neurosurgery skills are not inferior to Dr. Maxwell's."

"Little Bao has to wait for more than a month to receive Dr. Maxwell's treatment, so why don't we..."

Guo Changlin pondered for a moment and said, "Choosing Dr. Lin can be considered a risk, choosing Dr. Maxwell represents certainty."

"Considering Little Bao's future, Father wouldn't take a risk, and I... wouldn't choose to take a risk either..."

In the evening, when Lin Jie returned home, he saw Lin Miao and Zhang Xiaoxiao each occupying one end of the long sofa, lounging with poor posture, watching TV listlessly.

"What happened to you guys? You look like you ran a marathon."

"Shopping all day, too tired, just resting!"

Zhang Xiaoxiao adjusted her posture to sit more upright and continued, "We already ordered takeout, it will be delivered soon. We can have dinner in a while."

Lin Jie acknowledged with an oh, then heard Lin Miao say, "Brother, I bought you a nice set of autumn clothes, it's on your bed. Try it on later."

Lin Jie sat down beside Lin Miao, lifted one of her legs onto his lap, and massaged her calf, saying, "Seeing you energetic at the mall, I thought you never knew fatigue."

"Who isn't tired, it's just that interest outweighs the fatigue."

Lin Miao closed her eyes contentedly, directing, "Brother, move your hand up a bit, hmm... that's really comfortable."

"Brother, you've learned to massage on your own."

Lin Jie let out a hum and said proudly, "The so-called meridian and acupoint massage in traditional Chinese medicine is nothing but some neural networks and intersections."

"I'm so familiar with human anatomy that I can't be more familiar, naturally I know where to massage to make you feel more comfortable."

"Did Kemeng go home directly after shopping with you?"

Lin Miao shook her head and said, "No, she was picked up by Uncle An a little after three in the afternoon."

Lin Jie understood a bit, guessing An Weize intended to make things clear to An Kemeng.

Sure enough, shortly after dinner, Lin Jie received a call from An Kemeng.

"Brother Jie, you knew all along, didn't you?"

Hearing her low voice on the phone, Lin Jie felt a bit pained and said, "I only found out yesterday. I think it was best for Uncle An to tell you about it."

"Kemeng, by next year, your sister will marry me, and you'll be going to college, probably only coming home on weekends."

"By then, there will only be Uncle An at home..."

Lin Jie hadn't finished speaking when An Kemeng's voice came through, "I understand everything you said, but I just feel sad."

"Brother Jie, I miss Mom... I really miss Mom..."

As she spoke, An Kemeng started sobbing on the phone!

Lin Jie didn't know how to comfort her, thought for a moment, and said, "Kemeng, if you feel like crying, just cry freely."

"Some things, we can only let them unfold, we can't do as we wish, this is the cost of growing up."

"I'm not crying, I won't cry, really, I'm happy about Dad finding someone, I really am… boohoo… Brother Jie, I can't help it… boohoo…"

At this moment, An Kemeng's loud crying was transmitted through the phone.

Lin Jie could imagine her holding the phone in one hand and looking at her mother's photo album, crying freely...

After crying for a few minutes, An Kemeng's sobbing gradually subsided and calmed down.

"Brother Jie, I'm done crying!"

Lin Jie heard that An Kemeng's voice was a bit hoarse.

"I feel a lot better, thank you, Brother Jie, for staying with me."

"Brother Jie, be stricter with me in the future. I want to become the best doctor in the world, so that no child loses their mom or dad at a young age..."

After hanging up the phone with An Kemeng, Lin Jie also called An Kexin, advising her not to come see him in the next few days and to comfort An Kemeng well at home.

After midnight, without An Kexin's company, Lin Jie was still tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep.

Seeing he wasn't going to fall asleep, he got out of bed, intending to go to the study to read some medical papers.

At this moment, he heard the urgent doorbell and knocking sound.

Being a doctor, Lin Jie feared late-night calls or knocks on the door the most.

Nothing good ever happens at these times.

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