"Twenty-seven years ago, against everyone's opposition, I quit my comfortable job, took my savings and all the money I could borrow, a total of seventy-five thousand six hundred and fifty-two yuan, and ventured into business!"
Qian Guanglin's lancholic voice echoed in the hospital room.
"In the second year of business, I made my first million, and by the fifth year, I made my first ten million!"
"After that, again ignoring everyone's opposition, I transferred the company and invested all the money into real estate!"
He looked around at everyone in the room and said, "Both tis, I bet against everyone's skepticism and intense opposition, and I won. It has always been my pride!"
He exhaled deeply and said, "But this ti, I'm betting with my life."
"One plan will definitely leave paralyzed in one leg or otherwise, but I will survive; the other plan, I might fully recover, or I might die..."
Another long silence ensued!
Qian Guanglin's fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly, over and over, more than ten tis before he spoke again, "The two previous tis, it was because I knew more than they did, I knew I would win, I had confidence."
"But this ti, I know nothing, and you are the experts, so this ti..."
Qian Guanglin's gaze moved continually between Wolfgang and Director Jiang's faces until he said, "This ti, I trust the professional judgnt of Dr. Wolfgang and Director Jiang!"
After signing the surgical consent form, Qian Guanglin seed to collapse lifelessly on the hospital bed, drained of spirit, indistinguishable from any ordinary seriously ill patient.
Lin Jie wasn't much surprised by Qian Guanglin's choice.
In such circumstances, a person is more inclined to trust the opinions of so-called authorities and experts.
After lunch, Wolfgang and Jiang Yiran went to rest, conserving energy for the surgery expected to last six hours in the afternoon.
Lin Jie's translation work was considered finished, and he received a paynt of one thousand five hundred yuan from the neurosurgery office.
Just as Lin Jie stepped out of the hospital gates, a red MINI car pulled up in front of him.
Driving it was Luo Shanshan in casual attire, who nodded towards Lin Jie and said, "Get in, I'll give you a ride back!"
Lin Jie did not hesitate; he sat in the passenger seat, buckled up, and said, "Just drop at the intersection of Garden District One! Aren't you supposed to prepare for the surgery this afternoon?"
Luo Shanshan started the car and said sowhat bitterly, "The director gave ti off!"
Lin Jie was stunned, not expecting the suppression to be so swift and decisive.
He paused and said, "You knew it was inappropriate to speak to the patient over the attending doctor and departnt head. Why did you still do it?"
Luo Shanshan bit her lip and stubbornly said, "As a doctor, one should provide better treatnt options for the patient. I believe your proposal has a high chance of success and is the best treatnt plan."
"Whereas Wolfgang's stubbornness and Director Jiang's conservatism, afraid of responsibility, might cost the patient a chance at recovery."
Lin Jie chuckled and said, "You seem to have a lot of confidence in , don't you?"
Luo Shanshan nodded and said, "During these two days of translating, you have shown profound dical knowledge. The suture on your friend's forehead isn't sothing an ordinary surgeon could do."
"Such an idea this morning, without deep dical foundation and abundant practical experience, is absolutely unthinkable."
"I feel as if your body is inhabited by a thousand-year-old spirit."
"Lin Jie, can you resolve my confusion?"
"In my view, even if you had begun studying dicine from the womb, you couldn't know so much!"
Lin Jie couldn't help but feel deeply moved; this is what is ant by soone instantly recognizing expertise when it is demonstrated.
As for such a theoretical and practical dical skill, with just a slight inadvertent reveal, soone noticed a clue.
He didn't have much worry; as long as he wasn't breaking the law, what could others do to him?
As for the issue of having Shen Lanruo within him, as long as he didn't say, no one would ever know.
Lin Jie jokingly said, "Dr. Luo, you guessed right!"
"Indeed, I've been possessed by a thousand-year-old ghost who used enlightennt to impart a lifeti of dical skills to , making a dical master overnight!"
"Don't be silly, I want the truth!" Luo Shanshan cast a sidelong glance at Lin Jie, displeased.
Lin Jie restrained his playful expression and said earnestly, "The truth? I'm afraid you won't believe it!"
Luo Shanshan assured, "As long as it's the truth, I'll believe it!"
"Alright then, I'll tell you! I have congenital heart disease..."
In a calm narrative, Lin Jie portrayed himself as a prodigy determined not to be controlled by fate, with talents in language and dicine, striving to heal himself.
After speaking, he noticed Luo Shanshan's silent deanor and softly said, "You might not believe it, but at first, I just wanted to cure my congenital heart disease. But later, I beca obsessed with the boundless world of dicine!"
"You surely haven't read as many English and German original dical textbooks, dical monographs, journal papers, videos, etc., as I have!"
"Previously, due to health reasons, my endeavors were just self-entertainnt. Now, having a healthy heart transplanted, I finally have the capacity to help others."
Seeing her still silent, Lin Jie had to say, "That's my story, believing or not is up to you!"
"Believe, of course, I believe!"
Luo Shanshan finally spoke, "Just like it says in 'Sherlock Hols,' 'When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.'"
"You've made believe there truly are super geniuses ant to crush others."
The ten-minute drive seed to pass in a breath, and the MINI car slowly stopped at the intersection leading through Garden District One.
As Lin Jie was about to get out, he casually asked, "You seem to have offended the departnt head, have you thought about how to make ands?"
Luo Shanshan waved dismissively and said indifferently, "Offended or not, it doesn't matter!"
"Co this August, I'll take the surgical licensing exam, and passing will not be a problem. Then I can practice independently."
"My ambition isn't to remain working in a big hospital."
Lin Jie then understood that Luo Shanshan was a third-year intern.
Seeing that she had plans for her future, Lin Jie didn't say much; he got out of the car and waved goodbye!
Luo Shanshan watched Lin Jie's figure fade around the road bend, shaking her head lightly, feeling an infinite sense of regret for such an outstanding genius.
As a professional, Luo Shanshan naturally had a deeper understanding of organ transplant patients.
Besides taking anti-rejection drugs incessantly, such patients need to pay great attention to daily life, avoid fatigue, maintain regular rest, control diet, and exercise moderately.
Even if they do everything well, they might still die from complications of a simple cold.
Luo Shanshan started her car and drove away quickly!
Previously ward to him, hoping to help Lin Jie, she now had to abandon the idea. In the profession of being a doctor, without a sturdy constitution, it's tough to last.
What neither Luo Shanshan nor Lin Jie knew was that Jiang Yiran also greatly admired Lin Jie. But after a minor investigation in the following days, he too learned of Lin Jie's physical condition and regrettably gave up.
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