Chapter 2752: then translation of title

"You say, you say."

"You need surgery—are you injured or ill? Which department do you need to be admitted to? I'll contact them right away."

"……"

When Director Qiu heard Mr. Yan Zhangsen say he wanted to have surgery at home, his steps paused.

Surgery at home? Is it the legendary kang-bed appendicitis?

Director Qiu learned about this—having an appendectomy on a kang—when he was studying in Di Du; it was a makeshift solution, a contingency measure taken when medical resources were extremely scarce.

But that was many years ago; nowadays nobody does appendectomies at home.

Not to mention someone of Yan Zhangsen's wealth level—even ordinary people now go to the hospital for appendectomies. Wrong! Suddenly, Director Qiu realized why Mr. Yan himself called him—shouldn't he have contacted him through his assistant?

People like him, you normally can't see him face to face. Even if a business partner wants to meet, you need to make an appointment in advance; for trivial matters, you won't see him for three to five days, or about a week.

His schedule is packed full, busier than doctors who stand at the operating table every day.

Um, there's no comparison.

He personally called; there must be a big matter at home! Thinking this, Director Qiu's heart burned hot.

"Mr. Yan, I will certainly do what you say," Director Qiu whispered. "What kind of illness does your family member have? Should I find the best doctor in Tian Nan to perform the surgery?"

"Zheng Lao Ban..."

This sent a huge wave through Director Qiu's heart! He instinctively asked, "Is it the little Zheng Lao Ban who just won the Nobel Prize?"

Although Mr. Yan's actions are a bit strange, this is indeed a grand gesture! Xiao Zheng Lao Ban is a big shot, reportedly a close friend of Master Yan and Master Song.

Moreover, he just won the Nobel Prize, and his fame is at its peak.

A home surgery actually managed to summon Zheng Lao Ban! Everyone says Zheng Lao Ban has a bad temper and big airs, yet Mr. Yan is so capable—awesome! Awesome!!

"Okay, I'll contact the equipment right away. I know the boss of a private hospital; the equipment is newly bought, a bit more advanced than ours. Rest assured, I'll go to your home as fast as possible."

"Continuous epidural... worst angle, okay! I'll definitely have the emergency meds ready, and I'll bring the ventilator."

"No trouble, no trouble, I'll immediately figure out the related matters; I definitely won't delay your affairs."

After hanging up, Director Qiu had already made a decision. If it were just a wealthy tycoon looking for him, he wouldn't be too anxious. But since they'd summoned Zheng Lao Ban, the matter became delicate.

Upon returning, he was astonished to see the feng shui master, the folklore expert, the ice on their face melting, wearing a humble, obedient expression as they continued the phone call. He didn't even step out, standing in the main seat, constantly murmuring assent.

What's going on? Director Qiu was a bit puzzled.

"My sect has business, I'm leaving first." The folklore expert said casually, disregarding everyone's feelings, and hurried off as if no one else was there.

Director Qiu exhaled in relief; at least he didn't have to say he had something to do and leave first. He still felt wary of that frost-faced folklore expert, truly afraid of causing a misunderstanding that would bring him endless trouble.

The host hurried to see off the folklore expert; Director Qiu quietly said the hospital had an emergency surgery, and his friends didn't mind. So Director Qiu left just like that, walking while picking up the phone to contact the private hospital boss, preparing various equipment and medicines.

"……"

"……"

Soon Director Qiu called; all the equipment, medicines, and surgical packs were ready. Loaded onto a truck, he arranged a meeting point with Yan Zhangsen.

Time was pressing; Yan Zhangsen, thoughtful, arranged a meeting spot where they could both arrive at roughly the same time.

2 hours 12 minutes, after Yan Zhangsen arrived at the spot he saw a truck just stopped. He immediately contacted, but saw Director Qiu stepping out of a private car behind it, accompanied by two nurses.

"Director Qiu, how did you come?" Yan Zhangsen, though anxious inside, still got out of the car to exchange a few pleasantries.

"You've even summoned Zheng Lao Ban—how could I not come?" Director Qiu said. "Also, I'm curious; I want to see what the legendary little Zheng Lao Ban is like."

"These two are..."

"They're both experienced veteran nurses."

"This time it involves..." Yan Zhangsen said, staring repeatedly at the few people. "It involves some family matters."

Director Qiu froze, looking at Mr. Yan in puzzlement, knowing the man would soon briefly explain what taboos were involved.

"My father... is the Master Yan you speak of." Yan Zhangsen said.

Director Qiu froze. Master Yan! The person before him was actually Master Yan's son. In a snap, he understood everything. No wonder, so young yet sitting on tens of billions of wealth, yet absent from any rich list.

So that's how it is!

"Rest assured, I won't go blabbing." Director Qiu cautioned. "Is this about Master Yan?"

Yan Zhangsen nodded.

Director Qiu turned back and gave a couple of instructions; the two accompanying nurses solemnly nodded in acknowledgment.

The three followed Yan Zhangsen into the car; the black car led the way, heading toward the mountains.

"Mr. Yan, how did you manage to summon Zheng Lao Ban? I've heard this Zheng Lao Ban is young but has a bad temper." Director Qiu asked in the car.

"It was my old master who requested him." Yan Zhangsen said.

"Being able to meet Master Yan is truly good fortune." Director Qiu said feelingly. In Tian Nan, many still practice these ancient rituals.

Few know Master Yan's great name, but not too few. Among those qualified to know, most are tight-lipped, mostly just having heard of him.

It's a pity that Yan Zhangsen speaks little; even when he asked Director Qiu for help, in the car he still kept a worried look.

After asking a few questions, Director Qiu also found it boring and stopped.

The truck wasn't fast, especially on mountain roads. By the time they returned to the mountain manor, it was nearly evening; the setting sun cast a golden glow over the mountains, quite beautiful.

Along the way up the mountain, occasionally people in ancient-style Chinese clothing stood or sat, scattered among the hills. Director Qiu initially found it a bit strange, but when he saw someone he knew, his surprise peaked and he was speechless.

A gaunt face, eyebrows faded to the extreme—this isn't the folklore expert we just met at the meal, is it?

But at the mountain base, his previous icy expression had vanished; all that remained was caution. When they saw Yan Zhangsen's vehicle, he and his companions bowed respectfully, obedient yet humble.

The big shots who usually move between grand mansions now could only stand at the outer mountain base, unsure what to do. Seeing this, Director Qiu felt a chill.

He glanced at the two accompanying nurses; afterward he would repeatedly warn them, making sure they didn't talk too much. Today's matter definitely involved some secret; if they blabbed, it would only bring him trouble.

Mr. Yan had already made it clear beforehand: I absolutely must not talk too much, absolutely must not talk too much! Director Qiu repeatedly gave himself mental pep talks.

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Note: Sorry, I had originally prepared to release two more chapters today, but I finished right away. However, while proofreading, I discovered I had made a slip of the hand. After all, I come from writing xuanhuan fantasy; encountering such a heavenly tribulation passage, I got all fired up. I am currently doing a major overhaul, silently reciting it a hundred times—this is an urban novel, we are materialists. I went to the corner to reflect, lightly tapping (the keyboard).