"Miss Long, you may go about your business. We are already very fortunate to have esteemed experts like Professor Ning accompanying us," Li Yang said with a smile.
Professor Ning chuckled, "Mr. Li, you flatter me."
However, he also felt it would be best for Long Lingling to attend to her urgent matters first.
"Secretary Dong, please accompany these guests. Inform the staff that regardless of their spending today, they will receive a ten percent discount," Long Lingling said with a slight nod to a refined-looking man who had just approached. Then, saying "Excuse me," she strode quickly towards the elevator, her expression grave.
With a series of dings, she emerged from the elevator and then jogged towards a room, rushing inside. *Creak*, she pushed open the door and saw a group of doctors in white coats gathered around a bed, each with an extremely solemn expression. She immediately asked, "What happened to my father?"
"We are truly sorry, Miss Long. We have done our utmost, but Master Long's condition has reached its limit. Despite exhausting all our skills, we can only sustain his life for another seven days," an elderly doctor wearing reading glasses sighed, speaking with resignation.
Long Lingling's face paled dramatically, and she immediately asked, "And after seven days!"
The answer to this question was obvious, yet she couldn't help but ask, in case there was any unexpected turn of events!
However, the elderly doctor offered her no such hope, his tone becoming even more resolute as he said, "We are deeply sorry, Miss Long, but what happens after seven days is beyond our capabilities."
"If there is no one with superior medical skills, then Master Long's lifespan will end on that day."
"Then why aren't you finding someone with superior medical skills for me?" Long Lingling asked, exasperated. "This is my own father. I don't want him to die so soon!"
"Miss Long, please calm down. Master Long is seventy-five years old; it's not as if he is dying prematurely," the elderly doctor attempted to soothe her.
Such comforting words were worse than saying nothing at all.
Long Lingling flew into a rage, her jade-like hand gripping his collar. "Dean Jiang! I don't care what methods you use or who you find. In seven days, I want to see my father alive!"
"Otherwise, the annual three hundred million yuan sponsorship for your hospital will be immediately terminated!"
"This, Miss Long, I will try my best to find someone else for you and Master Long," Dean Jiang's expression changed, and then he said with resignation.
Only then did Long Lingling release his collar, offering an apology. "I'm sorry, Dean Jiang. I was overly emotional just now and lost my composure. Please accept my apologies."
"I also understand very well that you and all the experts have worked very hard for my father's illness. But as a daughter, I truly do not wish for my father to die, so I hope you can understand my rudeness and impulsiveness from the perspective of a daughter towards her father."
"Miss Long, you are too kind. We are also responsible when physicians cannot cure a patient," Dean Jiang replied, shaking his head. The Long family's annual donation of three hundred million yuan for research into various difficult and complicated diseases had been of immense help to them.
They felt a sense of guilt for not being able to cure Master Long this time.
However, doctors are also human, not gods; they have their limits, and some illnesses are truly beyond their ability to cure.
Long Lingling said, "Thank you. You may all leave. I wish to spend some time alone with my father."
"Yes, Miss Long."
Everyone immediately withdrew.
After closing the door, the experts turned to Dean Jiang and asked, "Dean Jiang, Master Long's illness is quite peculiar. For the past six months, we have not only used the most advanced Western medical methods but also pored over traditional Chinese medical texts day and night. We have employed every possible means, yet there has been no improvement."
"How do you plan to cure Master Long?"
"Well," Dean Jiang said with a wry smile. In the past six months, in their efforts to cure Master Long, they had privately contacted many skilled colleagues and received some valuable advice. Yet, they still couldn't cure Master Long!
Now, extending his life was as difficult as ascending to heaven.
But as the dean and the leader of the team, he couldn't simply say no. He immediately rallied his spirits and declared, "Everyone, do not be discouraged. Miracles often occur on the brink of despair."
"Until the very last moment, no one can give up. Everyone, call your acquaintances. No matter how small a lead, do not let it slip away."
"Yes, Dean Jiang!"
As if fate favored the determined, an old friend of Dean Jiang's suddenly mentioned something to him. "Old Jiang, speaking of which, a strange incident occurred here a few days ago. An old man was bleeding from all seven orifices and was on the verge of death. He had already stepped into the King of Hell's domain, yet he was miraculously saved by a young man with a bowl of strong tea."
"What's more, the most astonishing thing is that after the old man woke up, his mental state was excellent, and his body was robust, appearing several years younger than before. It was truly incredible!"
"Is there such a thing?" Dean Jiang's eyes gleamed with light.
It is widely known that the elderly generally have weaker bodies than the young. Sometimes, a minor cold can be as troublesome for them as it is for an infant, even posing a life-threatening risk if not handled carefully.
An old man who had already entered the King of Hell's domain could be saved by just a bowl of strong tea? And emerge healthier than before?
This was an event that defied all medical logic!
But this often represented two words: "Miracle!"
"Quick, tell me, where is that young man? How can I find him!"
"He's very easy to find. Come to Jiangcheng, and I'll take you directly. You can meet him the same day," his old friend said with a smile.
Dean Jiang exclaimed joyfully, "Excellent, excellent! I'll head over tonight."
"So eager?"
"Time waits for no one, and lives are at stake. How can I not be in a hurry?" Dean Jiang said immediately. "That's settled then. I'm counting on you."
"Don't worry, I guarantee you'll meet him. Otherwise, I'll just smash my head against a wall," his old friend laughed.
Dean Jiang chuckled, "Thank you!"
"No need to be polite."
After hanging up the phone, Dean Jiang instructed his assistant to prepare a car to drive to Jiangcheng.
As they went downstairs, they happened to pass by Li Yang and the others, completely unaware that the person they were going to Jiangcheng to find was not in Jiangcheng at all, but was right here, appraising stones!
Li Yang twitched his nose and glanced at their retreating backs. "Such a strong smell of disinfectant."
"What is it?" Lin Xiaoyu asked.
"Nothing."
Li Yang shook his head, but he couldn't help but recall Long Lingling's hurried departure earlier. A thought struck him, and he pulled out his phone to send a text message.
"Miss Long, if you are facing any difficulties, you can approach me now."
"Hmm?" Long Lingling, who was holding her father's hand, was taken aback. She felt a flicker of suspicion. Could this Mr. Li know that her father was in trouble?
However, this thought merely flashed through her beautiful mind before she dismissed it.
Dean Jiang and the others were very tight-lipped; they certainly wouldn't leak such information. There was no reason for Li Yang to know so much.
She immediately sent a text message back: "Thank you, I'm fine."