Chapter 1017: 995 A Life‑or‑Death Gamble

Yu Zong asked in detail about the situation, expressing great doubt about such a strange case. After talking for a while, his mood improved a lot.

Zheng Ren received the call; Sister Lin and Lawyer Ge they had met in Hai Cheng had already come. So he and Su Yun went together to communicate and explain the situation.

Lin JiaoJiao came along as well, but she never got to see Zou Jia Hua's face.

This is a top-tier tycoon from Xianggang; Lin JiaoJiao's status is far too low to be considered.

But Lawyer Ge has a wide network; he had long ago inquired how to handle such matters. He crammed at the last minute, did his homework, and with years of experience, his talks with the Zou family's lawyers were quite orderly.

After all, Lawyer Ge is battle‑hardened and can barely cope.

After being busy for nearly an hour, the agreement was signed; Zou Yu also received the news that the biological current pacemaker had arrived at Capital International Airport and was being sent to 912.

Having calculated the time, Zou Jia Hua had little hesitation and prepared to go on stage directly.

He no longer wanted to face the days where closing his eyes meant facing death; he didn't want to delay even a minute.

This counts as overtime, because Zheng Ren's surgery doesn't need a technician outside to help, so only Xiao Yi Ren and another nurse were busy doing the preoperative preparations.

The surgery is minor; many detail issues are things ordinary doctors must handle carefully. But for Zheng Ren, a master-level interventional surgeon, these are trivial.

What he faces is whether the new equipment requires a new surgical technique.

Zheng Ren greeted the Zou family people, then went first to the operating room to change clothes and do pre‑surgery training.

……

Zou Jia Hua stood in the special ward, feeling uneasy.

As the heir of a major conglomerate, born with a silver spoon, he received elite aristocratic education from childhood. Moreover, his fortune was good; starting at 18, he dove into the family business and repeatedly scored successes, causing everyone to look at him anew.

Confidence has always been one of Zou Jia Hua's traits. This kind of uneasy feeling in his heart now is very unfamiliar to him; the future is uncertain, life and death unpredictable……

Even if the surgery succeeds, will he still have to face death over and over again?

Zou Jia Hua doesn't know, but no matter what the future holds, he will not avoid it.

At such a time, avoidance is meaningless and only brings negative results.

His subordinates were busy, while Zou Jia Hua called for a lawyer to talk privately. If the surgery fails, how the estate should be divided afterward—he already had a plan in mind. Although things happened suddenly, for Zou Jia Hua, the king of the business world, this is not difficult.

Having left a will and secured it, Zou Jia Hua believed he had done what he should; the rest is left to fate's arrangement.

Doctor Zheng's assistant notified, 'Go to the operating room in ten minutes.'

Zou Jia Hua felt dry-mouthed, but he still couldn't drink water, which made his mind even more agitated.

Using modern science to treat head‑lowering magic, is this a desperate move or a foolish fantasy? A faint embarrassed smile appeared on Zou Jia Hua's mouth.

Yeah, even he himself didn't think the chance of success would be very high.

But facing death again and again, one must do something to ease the mental pressure, lest one break down; otherwise, simply waiting to die would make one die of anxiety.

Head‑lowering magic, poison gu… just thinking about it made Zou Jia Hua extremely irritable.

On his tenth birthday, his deceased father, after he blew out the birthday candles and made a wish, drove everyone away and recounted the family's secret.

Outside speculation was not baseless; although the father didn't know the full context, what he told Zou Jia Hua basically matched the outside guesses.

Countless times they sent people to Nanyang to seek various masters, countless times they tried to crack head‑lowering magic, but in the end they still gained nothing.

Before age thirty, head‑lowering magic basically does not flare up. Starting at forty, it flares up occasionally. But the frequency of such head‑lowering magic or poison gu outbreaks keeps increasing, until one is constantly shrouded in the shadow of death.

Life is worse than death.

Like his father, who died silently on a plane during an acquisition, Zou Jia Hua does not want that.

But head‑lowering magic or poison gu finally began to flare up frequently, driving him into a corner.

Hope…… the word had just appeared in Zou Jia Hua's mind when it was shattered.

There is hardly any hope; everything that needs to be done merely represents his unwillingness to admit defeat. This emotion cannot be vented; it can only be expressed through unyielding resistance.

No matter what, as the head of the Zou family, even facing death he will not yield; he must fight to the end.

Thinking this, Zou Jia Hua clenched his fist tightly.

He really wanted to shout a few times, to vent the deep‑seated bitterness, helplessness, and fear inside him.

But he cannot.

He must face it calmly; he can only face it calmly.

"Knock knock knock." The knocking sound rang out.

"Is it time?" Zou Jia Hua said calmly.

"Dad, we can go to the operating room now." Zou Yu said.

Zou Jia Hua's family doctor, Lin Yuan Sheng, followed beside Zou Yu, looking worried.

Meanwhile, Su Yun stood at the back, listless and bored. He was still resistant to doing emergency work overnight; if it weren't for Zou Jia Hua's matter, he would have gone to a Thai restaurant for dinner tonight.

For Su Yun, drinking alcohol is more appealing than treating poison gu or head‑lowering magic.

Seeing Zou Jia Hua walk out, Su Yun suddenly said, "Put on the patient gown."

"……" Zou Jia Hua stared for a moment.

"Going to surgery in a suit—does that make sense?" Su Yun said bluntly.

"How dare you speak to Mr. Zou like that!" Lin Yuan Sheng couldn't hold back, stared at Su Yun, and scolded.

Zou Yu was about to say something, but Zou Jia Hua stopped him.

He smiled and said, "Su Sheng, sorry, I panicked for a moment and forgot this."

"Look at your dad, then look at yourself—people, the gap is really huge." Su Yun curled his lip, said disparagingly, then shut the door.

He didn't even glance at Lin Yuan Sheng, even though Lin Yuan Sheng had just been rude and scolded him.

In Su Yun's eyes, it was as if Lin Yuan Sheng didn't exist at all.

Zou Jia Hua began changing clothes, a hint of a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

These few young people are quite interesting.

At first, he thought Su Yun's rebellion was the youthful 'money is like dirt' chuunibyo spirit at work.

If they had this idea, time and experience would give them enough lessons, letting them understand what should be respected. But now, Zou Jia Hua feels that it's not what he thought.

But the Shou Bing is about to happen, and Zou Jia Hua also doesn't want to divert his attention to think about the psychology of the two young doctors of 912, to ponder why.

Although he dare not have strong expectations, it does not mean that Zou Jia Hua truly does not wish for the Shou Bing to succeed.

What if?

This is his deepest, most genuine thought.

Nobody wants to die, especially someone like him, a top-tier tycoon and conglomerate, even less wishing to die silently and unnoticed.