Chapter 2298: with translation of chapter title

Song Ying and Chu Huainan sat at the tea table, looking at the person opposite.

He was Yun Ze, a former business partner of Song Ying and Chu Huainan. Over sixty, he remained vigorous and active in the business world.

Being flamboyant and ostentatious was his trait; he often made startling remarks on Weibo, causing great commotion.

Song Ying knew this was Yun Ze's nature, also a hype pattern. In the end, the bustling crowd was all about profit.

Because they disagreed with Yun Ze's flamboyance, their business drifted apart, leaving little cooperation. Yet the old affection remained, and they carefully maintained their past feelings.

One never knows when it might come in handy; an extra friend means an extra path. If business fails, the friendship still remains.

Yun Ze's mother was over eighty, her health always poor. Recently, before Zheng Lao Ban went abroad on a mission, Song Ying even showed him the film.

That shiny liver, Zheng Lao Ban didn't care about; he just said swapping the amiodarone medication would solve it.

He was more concerned about the left ventricle issue.

As for the surgery live broadcast, when mentioned to Yun Ze, he directly rejected it.

With network construction, internet speed increased, and the pace of life and entertainment accelerated. Ubiquitous live streaming began to devour the entertainment market.

Yun Ze also had some exposure to it.

In his view, doctors who do surgery livestreams are just creating hype, preying on patients to gulp down blood-soaked steamed buns.

Although he knew Zheng Lao Ban, young as he was, had received a Nobel Prize nomination, becoming a rising star in the domestic medical field and enjoying great fame in the south, the thought of live streaming made him picture pale, fleshy thighs and a seductive figure, like his S-shaped female secretary beside him, and he immediately rejected it in his mind.

After inquiring about the details, Yun Ze took a certain risk and sent his mother to São Paulo Hospital in Brazil.

In 1996, Dr. Batista performed the first left ventricular reduction surgery, after which doctors in other countries also made similar attempts.

The surgery is very difficult, and patient outcomes are poor, so most doctors would rather do a heart transplant than touch the left ventricular reduction procedure.

"I asked, and in the United States this condition is treated with left ventricular assist devices while waiting for a heart transplant," Yun Ze said.

"Hmm." Chu Huainan twirled the small teacup before him, and the fragrance of the golden tea rose.

He was engrossed, seemingly not hearing Yun Ze's meaning.

"Brother Ze, when will the surgery be?" Song Ying asked.

"In three days; they're doing the preoperative check now." Yun Ze smiled, "I'll go there tomorrow."

"I hope everything goes well." Song Ying elegantly raised her hand, using tea as wine.

Yun Ze drank the tea, savoring its aroma, and after a few seconds said, "This matter still troubles you both."

"Don't mention it."

The three chatted briefly, then Chu Huainan and Song Ying took their leave.

"Big brother, is he unsure of Zheng Lao Ban's ability, or does he object to the livestream?" Song Ying asked as they got in the car.

"Maybe both." Chu Huainan said, "For such a major surgery, he surely consulted many related doctors. The success rate is low, and he doesn't want a heart transplant, so he simply went straight to São Paulo Hospital in Brazil."

"I heard he refused a heart transplant, didn't wait for a donor, and went directly."

"Who knows." Chu Huainan placed his hands in front, thumb twirling, "Not doing it would be better, saving us from trouble in the middle."

"As for Zheng Lao Ban..."

"Zheng Lao Ban won't mind." Chu Huainan said, "Just say it. What do you think—if Zheng Lao Ban did the surgery, how likely would success be?"

"High." Song Ying said without hesitation.

"That's really a pity." Chu Huainan smiled.

"Perhaps the technology there is more mature; Brother Ze's choice isn't bad." Song Ying said, not entirely meaning it.

Who can say what's right or wrong?

Such matters are just about helping out, making connections. If they truly intend to refuse, one shouldn't be overly enthusiastic in persuading.

The surgery risk is too high; if things go wrong, the intermediary would be in a tough spot.

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"Chairman, news from São Paulo." A secretary holding a tablet stood behind Yun Ze and spoke softly.

"What did Doctor Duomingge·Baoluo say?"

"The elderly patient's condition is very serious; surgery is the only way to resolve it." The secretary said, "But the success rate is only about 40%."

"Find the best doctor."

"Doctor Duomingge·Baoluo said he would personally perform the surgery, and we have arranged for the postoperative critical care and nursing teams to involve doctors from Johns Hopkins Hospital."

"Johns Hopkins?" Yun Ze muttered the name of this international top-tier hospital.

"It's said the elderly patient's heart is enormous; if the surgery goes well, a large amount of heart muscle will be removed. São Paulo Hospital lacks confidence in its postoperative perioperative treatment, so they suggest we request the critical care team from Johns Hopkins Hospital."

Yun Ze is not short of money and has prepared a substantial donation, only demanding the best, top‑notch treatment for his mother.

"Why did he proactively suggest inviting the Johns Hopkins critical care team?" Yun Ze asked.

"At that time, this morning's transesophageal echocardiogram showed the situation was even more severe than imagined." Yun Ze's secretary said.

……

Yun Ze fell silent.

He felt some worry and anxiety, but more relief. Fortunately he hadn't chosen to have little Zheng Lao Ban do the surgery in the capital.

Livestreaming, eating blood‑soaked steamed buns—these are trivial matters.

As long as the surgery works well, nothing else matters. The hospital performing the most left ventricular reduction surgeries worldwide is São Paulo Hospital in Brazil, not 912.

His mother's condition was worse than imagined, meaning his choice was correct. Everything should be left to the most professional doctors for diagnosis, treatment, and surgery, rather than blindly heeding Song Ying's opinion.

Little Zheng Lao Ban might have some ability; otherwise he wouldn't have made a big name in the south. But surgery is a matter of skill—more practice brings greater confidence. Since 912 has never performed this type of surgery, can one really feel at ease asking him to do it?

During this period Yun Ze has spared no effort, inquiring until everything is clear.

"Good." Yun Ze said in a low voice, "I'll fly there tomorrow."

"Chairman, it's already arranged."

"If the Shou Bing is successful, I will donate 3 million US dollars to the cardiac medical center upon discharge." Yun Ze said.

"I think they will be very happy." The Secretary wrote down Yun Ze's words, smiling as she spoke.

"Hope everything goes smoothly."

"Yes, the world's top doctors, the top critical care team, the elderly person's body will surely recover smoothly." The Secretary said, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly, but she didn't say anything else.

"One could opt for a heart transplant, but this option was directly rejected by the elderly person."

"The elderly person had a simple viewpoint: if the heart is no longer one's own, is the person still the same person?"

"After many attempts at persuasion, this is the elderly person's own choice; therefore, only a heart reduction surgery can be performed for symptomatic treatment."