Ye Jinwen’s text message was to his own grandfather, Ye Zhongjing.
[Grandpa, your grandson would like to book two days of your time, tomorrow and the day after.]
Ye Zhongjing was several years younger than Xiao Jianli. Because of his medical profession, he was neither deaf nor blind and was in particularly good spirits.
He replied: [I happen to be busy these two days.]
[Can you postpone it? It’s about your grandson’s future happiness. I’m waiting online, quite anxious.]
Ye Zhongjing sent over a "?".
Ye Jinwen: [Didn’t you used to work in ophthalmology? Xi Xi has a surgery in these two days, and I hope to find an ophthalmology authority to guide us. She can’t find anyone now, and you’re the most suitable candidate!]
Seeing that his own grandfather wasn’t budging, Ye Jinwen directly played his trump card.
[The grandson of Grandpa Xiao next door, who is also my Seventh Brother, is about to register for marriage with his girlfriend soon. You see what to do.]
The Xiao Family and the Ye Family had been friends for generations, and the dynamics of both families were basically known to each other.
Ye Zhongjing was nothing like Xiao Jianli in style, replying very coldly: [That’s your own fault.]
Ye Jinwen: ...Why is there such a big gap between grandfathers?
Left with no other choice, he finally tentatively asked: [Grandpa, don’t you want to see the legendary miracle drug?]
Ye Zhongjing was hooked and immediately replied: [I’ll go.]
Shen Yixin had a stable first night, and when Ya Ling made her rounds the next day, she found that aside from a slight fever, Shen Yixin’s recovery was good.
This also meant that Fu Yu’s surgery could begin.
But Ya Ling was worried about not having someone to guide her, which made her somewhat nervous.
Unexpectedly, Ye Jinwen, who usually shirked his responsibilities, confidently reassured her and took on the task himself.
He even strongly requested that Fu Yu’s surgery be scheduled for tomorrow.
Ya Ling found it strange, but knowing he wouldn’t joke about surgery, she agreed.
The night before the surgery.
Fu Yu hadn’t eaten much and after a lot of thought, made a call to his brother, Fu Yao.
Fu Yao was indeed concerned about his brother and asked, "Xiaoyu, have you decided? When is the surgery?"
"So sudden? Your sister-in-law and I haven’t taken leave yet; we’re not prepared at all," Fu Yao said with a frown.
From the other end of the phone came Weng Xia’s shrill voice.
"Aye, why didn’t you give us some notice? Suddenly calling about surgery, even if I wanted to go to the hospital to take care of him, I don’t have the time."
Fu Yao scolded, "No time? You still have to take leave."
"And who pays for my lost wages? Taking care of the patient won’t take just seven or eight days but maybe ten days, right? Who’s going to pay my salary?"
Fu Yu listened to his brother and sister-in-law’s bickering, feeling somewhat annoyed and interrupted them.
"Don’t fuss about it, the surgery and nursing care, Mianmian’s taken care of it all." He paused, "You don’t need to come over, Mianmian will sign for me. I’m calling just to tell you, no matter the outcome of the surgery tomorrow, don’t go troubling Mianmian."
"No, how could a young girl manage all that? Can she bear such responsibility? Xiaoyu, don’t be deceived..."
After saying that, Fu Yu hung up the phone.
He took a notebook out of the cabinet, slowly opened it, and wrote down a letter in braille.
No matter what, he had to make sure Mianmian was safe.
Early in the morning, the house was already bustling.
Ye Jinwen hurried Ye Zhongjing to get up and eat, packed his things, and dragged the old man out of the house.
Tang Wenhui chased after them.
"Jinwen, since you’re voluntarily taking your grandfather to the institute, you might as well attend the lecture while you’re there," Tang Wenhui thought they were both going to the Life Science Institute, her tone carrying a certain level of commandment, quite imposing.
"The attendees of the lecture are all industry insiders. If you go, I can also introduce you to some connections."
Ye Zhongjing was invited to attend the lecture, not as a speaker, but as an important guest, the kind regarded as the jewel of the event.
Tang Wenhui thought it would be a good opportunity for Ye Jinwen to meet more industry insiders, which would be much better than him running to the central hospital every day and engaging in futile efforts.
Ye Jinwen scoffed a few times while opening the car door for the elder.
"Sorry, but neither my grandfather nor I are going to the institute."
"If you’re not going there, where are you going?"
Ye Zhongjing stuck his head out of the car window, "We also have important matters to attend to. Wenhui, it’s just a lecture after all, it doesn’t make a difference whether I’m there or not. You go on your own!"
Before Tang Wenhui could say anything, Ye Jinwen drove off in a cloud of dust.
She stood at the doorway, arms crossed, fuming with anger.
Don’t think she didn’t know that Ye Jinwen was off to find Ye Lingxi.
Spending all day in that central hospital, not doing proper work, and even dragging the old man into their foolish antics, what impressive feats could they achieve?
Ya Ling and the others were discussing surgery in the office.
Lu Mian and Xiao Qimo were in the ward, chatting with Fu Yu.
"Mianmian, what are your plans for the future?"
Lu Mian casually replied, "Uncle, I will be able to come to Jinjing this summer."
She didn’t use any words like "maybe" or "probably," her response was a definitive statement.
"I’m planning to take the college entrance exam and apply to Qing University."
"That soon... Have you decided on a major?" Fu Yu furrowed his brows, "You have talent in music too. I know a few professors from the arts department at Qing University. If you’re thinking of applying to the arts department, I can put in a word for you."
Lu Mian couldn’t help but chuckle at this.
Xiao Qimo was equally helpless.
From her physics teacher Kang Hongbin to the head of the farm Pan Jiancheng, and now Fu Yu, one after the other, everyone was suggesting majors for Lu Mian, and even offering to introduce her to their connections.
Lu Mian shook her head, "Let’s talk about it later."
"If you need your uncle’s help, just say so."
Today, the surgical floor upstairs was particularly bustling.
With the industry predecessor Ye Zhongjing arriving and the dean going upstairs to personally receive him, all the talk revolved around Fu Yu’s upcoming surgery.
In the ophthalmology office.
Du Changyi was examining an important patient from the legends.
Due to age, the patient had macular degeneration affecting his vision. Coming from a wealthy and influential family, he certainly wanted to have his eyes cured.
Du Changyi conducted a thorough and careful examination for the patient.
The man in his seventies, full of vigor, asked a few more questions during the examination.
"Your floor seems quite lively today?"
"Oh." Du Changyi smiled respectfully, "It’s just an eyeball repair surgery."
"Eyeballs can be repaired?" The elderly man’s solemn face softened a bit.
Du Changyi laughed offhandedly, "They say there’s some kind of miracle drug that can help repair eye tissue. But this, it’s all talk and no action, I personally am not very optimistic about it."
"Is that so..." The senior inquired deeply, "Then, can my vision be restored to what it once was?"
"This..." Du Changyi shook his head with difficulty, "Birth, aging, sickness, and death are natural processes. I can only say I will do my utmost to improve your vision to a certain extent. But if you wish to fully recover..."
Du Changyi was blunt: "It’s not possible."