Chapter 307: Three hundred and six, Divine Doctor Chapter 307: Three hundred and six, Divine Doctor Lin Ruibing received Dr. Aites and brought him to the Lin Family home.
“Dr. Aites, hello! We’re truly grateful that you could take time out of your busy schedule to come here,” Lin Xingpeng warmly greeted Dr. Aites as he arrived.
Dr. Aites smiled lightly, nodded, and said in broken Chinese, “Where is the patient? I want to see his condition.”
“He’s in the room, please follow me,” Lin Xingpeng led the way with a smile.
Entering the room, Lin Xingpeng pointed to Mr. Lin lying on the bed, “This is our father.”
Dr. Aites approached, placed his briefcase on the bedside table, opened it, took out medical equipment, and began examining Mr. Lin.
After a while, he put away the equipment and looked at the Lin father and son, “His illness is very strange; it is the first time I’ve seen anything like it.”
“Dr. Aites! Can you cure him?” Lin Xingpeng asked. He had placed all his hopes on Dr. Aites.
Dr. Aites shook his head, “I still don’t know the cause of the patient’s illness. Arrange a room for me, I need to consult some materials.”
“Please, come with me.” Lin Xingpeng had already prepared a room, waiting for Dr. Aites.
After showing Dr. Aites to his room, the Lin father and son left.
“Dad, couldn’t Dr. Yang figure out Grandfather’s illness?” asked Lin Ruibing. He had a high opinion of Yang Lisheng and didn’t expect him to leave so soon.
Lin Xingpeng snorted coldly, “Don’t talk about him. He’s a fraud. Before he even started treatment, he asked me to give them the Black Green Grass.”
“How can that be? I saw him treating someone on the train without accepting a penny, he…” Lin Ruibing couldn’t believe that Yang Lisheng would be that kind of person. But surely his father wouldn’t lie to him about this.
“Enough, let’s not talk about them anymore,” Lin Xingpeng interrupted Lin Ruibing with a wave of his hand, “Take good care of Dr. Aites, don’t neglect him.”
“Okay!” Lin Ruibing nodded.
“Young master! Young sir! It’s terrible! The old master’s body won’t stop convulsing,” a servant ran out, his face full of panic.
The expressions of Lin Xingpeng and Lin Ruibing changed immediately, and they hurried into the room.
“Ruibing, go call Dr. Aites,” Lin Xingpeng thought of Dr. Aites and quickly instructed Lin Ruibing.
“Okay!” Lin Ruibing stopped in his tracks and ran towards Dr. Aites’s room.
Lin Xingpeng ran into the room and saw Mr. Lin convulsing non-stop, with foam spilling from his mouth, “How… how could this happen?”
Soon, Lin Ruibing came back with Dr. Aites.
Dr. Aites stepped forward and checked Mr. Lin’s condition, “His situation is very serious, he must be taken to the hospital immediately.”
“Okay, I’ll call right now,” Lin Xingpeng was out of his depths. He couldn’t let his father die, even though he was the eldest son of the Lin Family, his father had not yet made a will.
They rushed Mr. Lin to the hospital, and Dr. Aites joined several doctors in the operating room.
The Lin father and son paced back and forth outside the operating room, their hearts filled with worry and anxiety.
Guo Zhenjiang received the news and hurried over, seeing the Lin father and son approaching, “Old Lin!” He was friends with Lin Xingpeng.
“Zhenjiang, my dad’s in a critical condition, please go in and see how he is,” Lin Xingpeng was very worried his father wouldn’t make it.
Guo Zhenjiang nodded and walked into the operating room. Mr. Lin and his father had been old friends for many years, and if there was any chance to save him, he would do his utmost. However, Guo had already assessed Mr. Lin’s condition previously and had never seen such an illness before. He had intended to recommend Song Yan Ning to Lin Xingpeng and his family, but Guo Kai said Song Yan Ning wasn’t in Yang City and wouldn’t return until the start of the school term, so he helped Lin Xingpeng get in touch with Dr. Aites.
Walking into the operating theatre, Guo Zhenjiang looked through the transparent glass at the situation inside. Seeing the solemn expressions on the doctors’ faces, he knew this surgery was very difficult.
Guo Zhenjiang waved at one of the doctors. He wasn’t dressed in surgical attire and couldn’t enter.
The doctor quickly approached Guo Zhenjiang, “Chief!”
“How’s it going?” Guo Zhenjiang asked, pointing through the glass at Mr. Lin on the bed.
The doctor shook his head, “Not very optimistic.”
Guo Zhenjiang nodded, stood for a moment, and then walked out of the operating room.
Lin Xingpeng saw Guo Zhenjiang coming out and immediately walked quickly towards him, “How’s my dad?”
Guo Zhenjiang shook his head, “Very pessimistic, you need to be prepared mentally.”
“Is there really no other way? Isn’t Dr. Aites an international authority? Is he also completely helpless?” Lin Xingpeng found it hard to believe this outcome. After all, it had not been easy to wait for Dr. Aites to come, yet the result seemed the same.
“There is a way, actually. There is someone who might be able to save Uncle Lin, but she’s probably not in Beijing right now.” Guo Zhenjiang felt that if there was anyone in the world who could save Mr. Lin, it would have to be Song Yan Ning. It’s just that Song Yan Ning had gone to Beijing, and she hadn’t returned yet.
“Who?!” Both father and son from the Lin family asked in unison.
“Song Yan Ning. Although she is young, her medical skill is exceptional. She is a Divine Doctor indeed,” Guo Zhenjiang said with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
“Then can you give her a call?” Lin Xingpeng asked. Guo Zhenjiang’s own medical expertise was also excellent, otherwise, he would not have become the chief. A person he admired must be very impressive indeed.
“Alright, I’ll try.” Guo Zhenjiang took out his phone, found Song Yan Ning’s number, and dialed it.
“Uncle Guo,” Song Yan Ning’s voice came through the phone, light and pleasant to hear.
“Xiao Ning, have you returned to Yang City?”
“Mhm.”
“I have a critical patient in the hospital, can you come over?”
“Alright.”
“Xiao Ning, thank you!” Guo Zhenjiang said happily as he put away the phone, then turned to Lin Xingpeng and his son, “She has agreed.”
“Zhenjiang, I really can’t thank you enough this time,” Lin Xingpeng said, gratefully grasping Guo Zhenjiang’s hand.
Guo Zhenjiang shook his head with a smile, “You’re also lucky. She just got back from Beijing to Yang City. If it had been a few days earlier, I wouldn’t have been able to help you.”
“Is that Divine Doctor easy to get along with?” Lin Ruibing asked. Typically, highly capable people have peculiar tempers, and it would be best to find out beforehand to avoid inadvertently offending her, which would only be counterproductive.
Guo Zhenjiang nodded with a smile, “Don’t worry, her temper is very good. You don’t need to be too cautious when you meet her, but I’m sure you’ll be surprised when you do see her.” He purposely didn’t tell them about Song Yan Ning’s age, wanting to see their reaction upon meeting her. It would certainly be very interesting.
“Why?” asked the Lin family’s patriarch, bewildered. Could it be that Song Yan Ning had three heads and six arms?
“You’ll know when you meet her,” Guo Zhenjiang said with a mysterious smile.