For five days now, Lin Chang had been diligently administering treatment to Mrs. Cai, whose grade IV astrocytoma had already spread throughout her cerebellum. The malignant growth had taken root in two to three different corners, leaving behind a trail of dead tissues.
As Lin Chang reviewed Mrs. Cai's reports with a furrowed brow, the patient spoke up. "Dr. Lin, in two days' time, you'll be performing the operation, won't you?"
Lin Chang nodded, her gaze never leaving the paperwork in front of her. But Mrs. Cai's smile was palpable, even from across the room. "Don't worry about me, doctor. I know I'm in the final stages of this tumor. My time is running out."
Lin Chang immediately looked at Mrs. Cai. Old women's countenance appeared pallid and whose physical condition was frail, revealing the outline of her skeletal structure. Despite her infirmity, Mrs. Cai maintained a cheerful demeanor, displaying no indication of her illness.
As Lin Chang gazed upon the frail, yet beaming face of Mrs. Cai, her heart swelled with a bittersweet emotion. She knew that the old woman didn't trust her abilities, but Lin Chang didn't feel offended, she put on a bright smile and said "Mrs. Cai, you must trust me. I assure you that nothing will happen to you. When you wake up from the anesthesia in two days' time, you will be as good as new."
Mrs. Cai's smile remained fixed, but a glimmer of sadness shone in her eyes. "I trust you, Dr. Lin," she said softly, "but can you promise me one thing?"
Lin Chang nodded, her eyes locked onto Mrs. Cai's. She knew that this promise would be a solemn one.
Mrs. Cai clasped her hands together, her eyes pleaded with Lin Chang to understand the gravity of her request. "Once I'm gone, there will be no one to tend to Mr. Cai," she explained softly. "I don't want to burden you with his care, but could you please promise to visit him once a month? Just to make sure he's alright?"
Lin Chang felt a pang of sympathy for the elderly couple. She knew all too well the importance of having someone to rely on in life. "Of course, I promise," she replied, taking Mrs. Cai's hands in her own. "If anything were to happen to you, I'll make sure Mr. Cai is taken care of."
As she watched Mrs. Cai's face light up with relief, Lin Chang couldn't help but reflect on the true value of human connection. In a world where material possessions and wealth were often prioritized, she realized that having someone to care for you was the greatest treasure of all.
Lin Chang provided Mrs. Cai with additional instructions and important information before departing the ward and proceeding to the director's office. Mrs. Cai's surgery is scheduled for the day after tomorrow, and the hospital has assumed responsibility for making all necessary arrangements in advance. The director has personally pledged to provide assistance to her.
She has been diligently preparing for Mrs. Cai's surgery by engaging in rigorous exercise, yoga, and meditation for over five days. She has even practiced cutting and slicing raw meat to assess the stability and dexterity of her hands. Additionally, she has been studying Chinese medicine and Ayurveda, having read nearly 90 books in the past five days. Her exceptional super brain abilities have facilitated her learning process.
With a gentle tap, Lin Chang announced her arrival at the director's office. She creaked open the door. "Director, can I come in?" she asked softly.
The director looked up from his paperwork and his eyes lit up when he saw Lin Chang. "Ah, Miss. Lin, please do come in," he said warmly. As she took a seat in front of him, he leaned forward and asked, "So, are you ready for the surgery?"
The director had initially been skeptical of Lin Chang's abilities, despite her medical license. He had wondered how much experience she could have gained at such a young age. However, after spending the last five days in close contact with her, he had come to realize that she was a rare gem - one of a kind.
He was impressed by her diverse and inclusive knowledge, and he knew that she was more than capable of handling the surgery.
"I have already informed the patient and provided them with necessary instructions. Now, let us delve into the matter at hand, Director. It would be better if you could introduce the doctor who will be assisting me during the surgical procedure scheduled for the day after tomorrow," Lin Chang stated in a composed and professional manner.
"Certainly, Miss Lin. Today, I have a meeting scheduled with all the doctors from the neurology department. I will inform you of the designated doctor tomorrow morning, This way, you can seamlessly coordinate with the designated doctor," the Director replied.
"Director, if there's nothing else, I excuse myself," Lin Chang declared, preparing to rise from her seat. However, before she could make her exit, the director's voice rang out, halting her in her tracks.
"Miss Lin," the director called out, causing her to sink back into her seat. She gazed at the director, who appeared to be somewhat hesitant.
"Director, what's the matter?" Lin Chang inquired with concern etched on her face.
"Miss Lin, while I have complete faith in your surgical abilities, the shareholders are not convinced. I have tried to reason with them, but they have asked you to sign this document," the director replied, retrieving a stack of papers from his desk. "It states that if anything goes awry during the surgery, the hospital and its affiliates will not be held accountable. The responsibility will solely rest on your shoulders."
The director's voice was laced with regret as he handed over the papers. He knew it was an unfair demand, but the shareholders were unyielding in their stance.
Lin Chang gazed at the director with a calm and collected demeanor, her eyes radiating a sense of confidence and assurance. "That's hardly an issue, director," she spoke with a voice as smooth as silk. Without a moment's hesitation, she took the documents from his grasp and signed her name with a flourish. The director's heart sank as he watched her sign, feeling a sense of defeat wash over him like a tidal wave. He couldn't quite put into words how terrible he felt, knowing that such a talented individual was being questioned and doubted. It seemed unfair, almost cruel, to subject someone of her exceptional caliber to such scrutiny.
On the other hand, Yun Chun was on edge, her mind racing as she anxiously awaited for the clock to strike 8PM. Yesterday in the middle of the night she called her past life acquaintance from the black market to help her uncover the identity of the mysterious man.
Initially, the person on the other end of the line was irritated receiving her call in the dead of night. But when Yun Chun offered up a hefty sum for their services, the person quickly changed his tune and agreed to help.
Yun Chun sent over a photo of the group of five, including Ying Aiguo and Zhi Qiang that she had snapped in the hotel yesterday, and instructed the person to dig up any information he could on the mysterious man at the center of it all.
The person promised to complete the task by 8PM. Yun Chun made sure to keep her identity in the dark, calling via web to ensure that her identity remained a mystery. She assured the person that she will call him on time. Her heart was pounding. with anticipation as she waited for the clock to strike eight.
The moment the clock chimed eight, she bolted towards her computer, her fingers already itching to dial the number. With a quick click, the call connected in mere seconds. "Have you uncovered his identity?" she blurted out, her voice laced with urgency.
The response was swift and concise. "Yes."