Shen Fang immediately sat up upon hearing the news, but he got up too hastily and felt a moment of dizziness, falling back onto the bed.
Shen Hua and Shen Yaoyao were terrified. They hurried forward to help Shen Fang up, asking with concern, "Grandpa, are you alright?"
"Dad, how are you feeling?"
Shen Fang shook his head and struggled to stand up, "Yaoyao, let Doctor Zhang do it."
Zhang Chenggong noticed Shen Fang’s condition and slightly furrowed his brows. He observed Shen Fang’s rosy complexion but noticed some blackening of the lips – clear signs of poisoning. Why hadn’t any doctors noticed it?
Turning his head, Zhang Chenggong glanced at Chu Ge, hoping to find some answers on his face. Yet, Chu Ge seemed determined to pretend he didn’t know him and didn’t look his way at all.
Helpless, Zhang Chenggong stepped forward and asked, "Old Master Shen, do you have yesterday’s examination data? Let me see it."
Shen Hua hurriedly fetched the test results from the previous day from a cabinet and, respectfully, handed them to Zhang Chenggong, "Please, Doctor Zhang."
Zhang Chenggong, an authority in the medical field, always became especially serious when it involved patient care.
He scrutinized the test results, his eyebrows gradually knitting together.
To help Zhang Chenggong find something from these test results, Shen Hua had also prepared past medical records.
Zhang Chenggong slightly praised, "It seems Mr. Shen understands some medical aspects."
Shen Hua scratched his head and smiled sheepishly, "I’ve just seen doctors do this before."
Zhang Chenggong nodded in understanding, and said nothing more, continuing to compare the two sets of documents.
"Based on yesterday’s results, the Old Master’s health shows clear signs of improvement, but there are still some toxins remaining in his body. We need deeper examinations to determine these toxins for an effective antidote."
Upon hearing the word ’poison’, Shen Hua became extremely alert, "Doctor Zhang, are you saying my father is poisoned? Are you sure about the news?"
Poisoning seemed unlikely since Shen Fang had been living and eating together with him, and if his father was poisoned, why wouldn’t he be affected?
Facing Shen Hua’s skepticism, Zhang Chenggong did not show displeasure because, until yesterday, there had been no signs of poisoning on Shen Fang. The current symptoms were entirely due to some unusual force accelerating the toxins in his body.
If not for seeing Shen Fang’s rosy face but slightly blackened lips and a hint of dark mist around his glabella, Zhang Chenggong wouldn’t dare to hastily conclude.
Just then, a doctor in a white coat entered the room, followed by several other doctors and nurses. The medical team started their rounds.
The doctor, surprised to see Zhang Chenggong here, asked, "Doctor Zhang? What are you doing here?"
Zhang Chenggong glanced at him and replied, "I came to take a look. Who is the managing doctor of this patient?"
As he finished speaking, a middle-aged man in his thirties stepped out from the crowd and respectfully said to Doctor Zhang, "That would be me."
Zhang Chenggong beckoned him closer. "Tell me about Old Master Shen’s symptoms before yesterday."
"The Old Master has tuberculosis; he often coughs with phlegm, sometimes even coughing blood during severe episodes. Recently, his condition worsened somewhat. But strangely, during yesterday’s examination, his condition seemed to have markedly improved, an effect not typically achievable with regular medication."
Listening, Zhang Chenggong’s frown deepened. He knew for sure Chu Ge had done something to Shen Fang’s condition, causing such a dramatic improvement.
Although curious why Chu Ge had concealed his capabilities and identity, Zhang Chenggong didn’t push, assuming he had his reasons. Instead, he urgently wanted to know what Chu Ge did to Shen Fang yesterday that resulted in such significant improvement and even stimulated the hidden toxins.
What were these toxins?
Many questions swirled in his mind as Zhang Chenggong unconsciously looked up at Chu Ge again.
This time, Chu Ge did not return his glance and instead was looking down, typing something on his phone.
Shortly after, Zhang Chenggong’s phone beeped with a message alert.
Curiously, he pulled it out and saw a brief message: "Operating room."
Understanding, he then told the doctor, "Please help me arrange it, I’ll perform surgery on Old Master Shen in half an hour."
"Surgery?" The doctor was puzzled.
Puzzled too were Shen Fang, Shen Hua, and Shen Yaoyao.
You’re suggesting surgery just after looking at the records?
And besides, didn’t the test results show significant improvement already? Why the need for surgery?
"Doctor Zhang, why the surgery? Isn’t the Old Master already showing improvement?" the doctor asked, bewildered.
Doctor Zhang lightly shook his head, "His tuberculosis has indeed improved, but if you look at Old Master Shen’s complexion, these are clear signs of poisoning. I need to cleanse his bloodstream first, then we’ll see."
Hearing this, the doctor’s gaze anxiously turned towards Shen Fang, noticing the emerging signs of blackening on his lips, which quietly sent a chill down his spine.
"What’s going on? This wasn’t the case yesterday."
Zhang Chenggong didn’t explain further but instructed him, "Go prepare the operating room, I’ll need it in half an hour."
"Alright, I’ll make the arrangements."
While the surgical team was getting ready, two individuals waiting impatiently downstairs in the hospital were becoming frustrated.
Shen Mimi complained bitterly, "Is this Doctor Zhang really that impressive? He hasn’t arrived yet. Could it be that he’s not coming?"
Lin, even more impatient, cursed, "Who knows if he’ll show up? Flaunting his status in Shanghai, he’s just here to put on airs! We’re only tolerating this because we need his help; otherwise, I wouldn’t bother staying here and suffering."
Upon hearing this, Shen Mimi’s impatient expression quickly smoothed over, and she approached with a smile, her hand on his shoulder comforting, "I know Lin is the best. I’m sorry for today’s trouble. How about I make it up to you tonight?"
Lin’s gaze dropped to Shen Mimi’s chest, his eyes filled with greed. He raised his hand and fiercely pinched her buttock, finding it very resilient.
"What, weren’t you satisfied last night? Feeling lonely and empty?"