Chapter 1021

It was late at night.

Only after Lin Yuan Shan's repeated persuasion did Zou Jia Hua reluctantly lie down.

Three consecutive cardiac arrests had placed immense pressure on his spirit; he wanted to stay awake, but he was already exhausted. Soon after lying down, Zou Jia Hua fell into a dazed sleep.

Since it wasn't the Lin family's hillside mansion, Lin Yuan Sheng could only sit in a corner of the ward, staring fixedly at the monitor.

In the darkness, the monitor's screen emitted a dim glow, flickering bright and dark, like the entrance to the path of the sixfold rebirth.

The numbers on the monitor were steady, indicating that Zou Jia Hua's body was healthy. Lin Yuan Sheng gazed at the screen, recalling the surgery just performed.

Cardiac interventional surgery, implanting a pacemaker, is a relatively simple procedure.

Lin Yuan Sheng graduated from Xianggang University Medical School fifteen years ago, then earned a doctorate at Harvard Medical School in the United States before returning to Xianggang.

Soon after, he became one of Zou Jia Hua's private physicians, with a single responsibility: if Zou Jia Hua suffered cardiac arrest in the middle of the night, he had to resuscitate him.

Over eight years, Mr. Zou Jia Hua's heart had stopped a total of six times, three of which occurred in the past two days.

This job could be described as simple and easy, with only one person to care for—Zou Jia Hua.

Although he couldn't sleep until waking naturally every day, he could count money until his hands cramped. There wasn't much work either; a few people took shifts watching over Zou Jia Hua's sleep, making life extremely comfortable.

He had thought life would remain thus, his calm heart untroubled by waves. Yet today's surgery he witnessed stirred a hint of change within him.

The surgery was performed to perfection; even a professor at Harvard Medical School could not have done it so quickly and steadily!

The surgeon was under thirty years old; at that age in the United States, one would still be striving to obtain a medical license.

Lin Yuan Sheng stared blankly at the monitor, yet his mind surged with countless thoughts like rolling waves.

If I had stayed in the United States after graduation, would I now be working at the Mayo Clinic?

If I had returned to Xianggang and worked at Xianggang Hospital, would my surgical skills have already reached the world's peak?

If I had not agreed to become Mr. Zou Jia Hua's private physician……

If……

Countless 'ifs,' countless possibilities.

Always mature and steady, with an unperturbed inner mind, Lin Yuan Sheng would always rush to the bedroom at the first sign of Zou Jia Hua's cardiac arrest to perform emergency rescue; today, however, his mood was unusually uneasy.

He was moved by that surgery, touched deep within his innermost self by a softness called a dream.

A heart that had long ceased to flutter seemed to have been fitted with an invisible pacemaker, beginning to beat thump‑thump‑thump.

On such a night,

Only the quiet could be heard: Zou Jia Hua's faint snoring and the sound of his own heartbeat in his chest.

On such a night,

After being moved by that surgery, his heart teemed with countless tangled thoughts, prompting Lin Yuan Sheng to ponder many things.

Time trickled by; Zou Jia Hua's heartbeat remained steady, showing no sign of stopping.

All the data from the electrocardiogram were recorded for later organization and analysis.

This is because Zou Jia Hua possesses virtually limitless financial, material, and human resources—something an ordinary person could never achieve.

Suddenly, Lin Yuan Sheng furrowed his brow.

On the electrocardiogram, an aberrant chaotic waveform appeared, but only for an instant before sinus rhythm resumed.

Meanwhile, Zou Jia Hua remained asleep, unaware of it altogether.

Lin Yuan Sheng startled, then cautiously rose and began to flip through the data stored on the computer.

That instant had been perfectly captured. Lin Yuan Sheng quickly located it and examined it repeatedly.

In fact, there was no need to look again; at a glance he knew it was the pattern showing the heart had stopped, then immediately received an electrical stimulus from the pacemaker to restore normal rhythm, as displayed by the instrument.

In other words, that surgery was not only fast and steady and well done, but also highly successful.

This success was a success in distinguishing the condition, a success in diagnosis.

Without this waveform, it would still be hard to say; but Zou Jia Hua has already experienced cardiac arrest and been rescued by the pacemaker, which is enough to prove the point.

A thought arose in Lin Yuan Sheng's mind: if he hadn't guessed wrong, Mr. Zou's situation was exactly as Doctor Zheng Ren had said—it was not a curse or poison, but merely a rare heart disease.

It was just a heart disease; the treatment amounted to implanting another pacemaker.

Could the ailment that had plagued Mr. Zou Jia Hua for over a decade and the Zou family for decades really be resolved this easily?

After pouring in vast resources, the looming threat of death that came to nothing—has it simply become a thing of the past?

Lin Yuan Sheng felt lost and confused.

Over these years, he had accompanied Zou Jia Hua to every top‑tier hospital in the world, carefully attending to him, again and again pulling him back from the brink of death.

Zou Jia Hua paid him a huge salary, and he felt he deserved it.

But,

Now,

Lin Yuan Sheng felt a sense of bewilderment.

Did he truly deserve it?

Doctor Zheng took a glance, quickly proposed a diagnostic‑therapy plan, and then casually implanted a pacemaker.

Now it appears his diagnosis was correct.

The Mayo Clinic dared not make the diagnosis,

Harvard Medical School dared not make the diagnosis,

nor the Karolinska Institute, the medical university of Stockholm.

That young doctor, however, made the diagnosis and carried out the treatment.

Moreover, afterward it was proven,

he was right!

Lin Yuan Sheng silently stared at that strange waveform for a full ten minutes, then walked back to his seat expressionlessly and continued observing.

One waveform cannot explain the problem.

More proof is needed!

Zou Jia Hua's snoring was so sweet, death brushed past, he had no idea at all.

After a night passed, Lin Yuan Sheng's eyes felt a bit sore.

He didn't even dare to blink, for fear of missing something. During that night, he discovered three identical waveforms.

In other words, Zou Jia Hua's heart should have stopped beating three times, but each time it was 'saved' by the pacemaker.

When it was fully daylight, Zou Jia Hua woke up.

He saw Lin Yuan Sheng sitting dazedly in a chair, not noticing that he himself had woken up, instead staring blankly at the monitor.

"Yuan Sheng, I'm awake, go rest a bit." Zou Jia Hua felt relieved inside; having such a private doctor, he still felt reassured.

"Zou... Mr. Zou, last night..." Lin Yuan Sheng stumbled through recounting the whole thing.

Zou Jia Hua's expression gradually became solemn.