Chu Ge was strolling aimlessly on the street when Mu Bingtong, at Renxing Hospital, was staring at the door of the resuscitation room, her face full of complex emotions.
She had just arrived at her company when she received a call from Dr. Zhang Chenggong, who said that Mu Changge had a medical emergency and had been taken to the emergency room.
Her feelings toward this father of hers, Mu Bingtong, were indeed complicated.
After her parents divorced back in the day, Mu Bingtong’s mother was already pregnant with her, so Mu Bingtong had been living with her mother ever since she was little.
Later, when her mother passed away from illness, she arrived in Shanghai with the last bit of money her mother left her. It has to be said that Mu Bingtong is a business prodigy. With just a few thousand yuan, she has built up the current Jinxiu Group, which is worth tens of billions.
At a business gathering some years later, the father and daughter discovered each other’s identities. Although Mu Changge has been trying to make amends over the years, the scars of many years are not something that can be healed by a moment’s care.
But he is her father after all. The blood relation is there, so upon hearing Dr. Zhang’s words, Mu Bingtong rushed to the hospital as quickly as she could.
Given her status, almost all of the doctors in the hospital were now gathered in the conference room, fiercely debating in front of the screen.
"The patient’s issue is with the heart. Look!" A middle-aged doctor in a white lab coat stood in front of the screen, pointing to the heart diagram above: "This tumor is growing on the blood vessels connected to the heart; it’s impossible to remove! Moreover, there’s a slight rupture in the blood vessels now, and the heart is bleeding. It is very likely to evolve into a massive heart hemorrhage; then he is doomed!"
Mu Changge’s condition was indeed rare. If it were the family of an ordinary person, the death announcement could almost be made by now.
"What are the chances for the surgery?"
Mu Bingtong’s complexion turned pale. She pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.
Although she had carried hatred for these years and had disobeyed the marriage arrangement made by Mu Changge, at the end of the day, he was her father. Knowing that the only blood relative she had in this world was about to leave her made Mu Bingtong feel a chill all over.
However, what no one expected was that Dean Zhang Chenggong, who had been silently sipping tea, suddenly said, "There is someone who may be able to cure Mr. Mu!"
"Impossible!" The middle-aged doctor who spoke earlier shook his head and rebutted without giving Zhang Chenggong any face, "I’ve almost studied all the heart surgery cases around the world and while cases similar to Mr. Mu’s are rare, there are some. But there has never been one with a success rate higher than five percent!"
After saying this, the middle-aged doctor sneakily glanced at Mu Bingtong.
When he first saw this woman, he couldn’t believe his eyes. He had long heard about the first beauty of Shanghai, but it wasn’t until he saw her in person that he understood how a woman could be so breathtakingly beautiful.
Especially that layer of aloofness and dominance she wore was enough to provoke the desire to conquer in almost any man... or the desire to submit.
The middle-aged doctor’s words were not polite, but no one at the scene contradicted him.
Because this man could almost be considered the youngest ever grand medical doctor in history, at just thirty-one years of age, coupled with his experience in those well-known major surgeries at home and abroad, he was certainly an authority in cardiology. His name was Zhong Quan.
"You are still too young!" Zhang Chenggong shook his head. To tell the truth, if it were not for personally witnessing that day at the banquet, he wouldn’t believe that such a miraculous ability could exist in this world.
Hearing Zhang Chenggong’s words, Mu Bingtong’s eyes lit up: "Dr. Zhang, are you saying Chu Ge?"
"It is Mr. Chu!" Zhang Chenggong nodded in admiration: "His abilities can truly be said to be comparable to Divine Communication!"
Zhong Quan watched the exchange between the two, and after Mu Bingtong mentioned the name Chu Ge, her gaze seemed to flicker with slight panic, and a blush swept across her cheeks—all of which did not escape Zhong Quan’s notice.
"Chu Ge?" Zhong Quan murmured: "I really want to see if you’re as capable as Dean Zhang says."
Meanwhile, Chu Ge was still unaware that another man was seething with jealousy towards him. He was getting ready to drive back to his villa when his phone rang.
"Why is he calling me?" As the caller ID "Dr. Zhang" flashed on the screen, Chu Ge muttered to himself but still pressed the answer button.
"Mr. Chu? The situation is truly urgent, so I’ll get straight to the point," Zhang Chenggong said, evidently not in the mood for pleasantries.
Hearing Zhang Chenggong’s grave tone, Chu Ge also restrained his smile a bit: "Go ahead."
"Mu Bingtong’s mother, Mu Changge, has been struck by a sudden illness and has now been rushed to the emergency department of our hospital. However, the surgery’s success rate is less than five percent, so I would like to know if you could do anything."
"Hmm?" Chu Ge’s gaze sharpened: "Alright, I’m on my way now!"
Fortunately, the roads were clear at that moment, and in less than twenty minutes after hanging up the phone, Chu Ge had arrived at Renxing Hospital.
Mu Bingtong was already waiting at the entrance. As soon as Chu Ge parked his car, he quickly approached her: "Don’t worry, I’m here now. Leave everything to me!"
This seemingly simple sentence suddenly stirred a peculiar warmth in Mu Bingtong’s heart.
After all, no matter how she was portrayed, she was still a woman with a strong exterior hiding a fragile heart. She had been accustomed to facing everything alone for many years.
Therefore, Chu Ge’s words unexpectedly touched her heart.
Guided by Mu Bingtong, Chu Ge entered the conference room directly, instantly drawing the attention of everyone present.
The doctors present were mostly over forty, respected seniors in the medical community, and even the youngest, Zhong Quan, was well into his thirties.
So when they suddenly saw Chu Ge, a young man just in his twenties, everyone’s brows furrowed.
"Dean, the Mr. Chu with the divine medical skill you mentioned... It’s not this kid, is it?" Zhong Quan suppressed a sneer, sardonically asking.
Chu Ge glanced at him, and calmly replied: "It seems this is a life-saving conference, not a competition of who’s the oldest, right?"
"You..." An old man with glasses slapped the table and scolded Chu Ge: "Everyone here is a venerable predecessor in the medical community. Any one of them has saved more lives than you’ve eaten meals. How can you be so unaware of your place?"
Zhong Quan snickered with a mocking tone: "Hehe, maybe he just has some sort of background that could easily allow him to claim a successful case as his own, and then he becomes a Divine Doctor, right?"
Indeed, provoked by Zhong Quan’s words, an old man sitting next to Zhang Chenggong slammed his hand on the table: "Nonsensical youngster! This isn’t a place where you can flaunt your background! If you lack real skill, get out of here immediately!"