Chapter 895: Surgery Successful

The shadowless lamp illuminated the operating table with a snow-white brightness; there were only three people in the entire operating room: He Yaozu stood at the primary surgeon's position, Lin Wanning was opposite him, and there was also Dr. Fang, who had followed Lin Wanning for thirty years. All three were all-rounders, capable of performing every task.

Outside the operating room, reporters shouldered their long guns and short cannons, blocking the corridor until it was impassable.

Li Wanshan's three concubines and two children sat in the VIP lounge, each with a grave expression, and none of them spoke.

A reporter in a grey suit leaned against the wall and raised an eyebrow at the big man next to him: "Shall we make a bet? I bet Mr. Li won't be able to get off this operating table. Those concubines of his are likely to be disappointed—I heard Mr. Li is very cold-hearted; he left all the shares of his listed company to his two children, and the concubines only got some money."

The big man perked up: "That's their family business, why do you care so much? I bet Dr. Lin will succeed. 'Lin One-Knife' is not a name earned in vain, and she also invented that kind of magical medicinal liquid; I believe she can cure Mr. Li. If you aren't afraid of losing, let's bet one thousand Hong Kong Dollars, how about it?"

"You're on," the grey-suited reporter said.

Inside the operating room, He Yaozu took a deep breath and picked up the scalpel.

The moment the blade touched the skin, his hand steadied—this was an instinct carved into the bones of a surgeon.

The blade sliced through, the flesh parted, and beads of blood seeped out along the edge of the incision, only to be quickly absorbed by gauze.

Lin Wanning used the retractor to expose the surgical field, her movements clean and efficient.

Layer, after layer.

When the abdominal cavity was finally opened, He Yaozu's brows knit into a tight knot.

The tumor's location was too tricky, clinging tightly to the portal vein and hepatic artery, like a fearless bandit holding onto a major blood vessel and refusing to let go. A slight deviation would mean massive hemorrhage, would mean death.

His voice was very low, carrying a hint of imperceptible tremor: "Mom, this surgery... I'm not confident."

Lin Wanning didn't even lift her head, saying coldly: "You just do your part, I'll cover for you; at the very worst, there's still the medicinal liquid."

Dr. Fang also encouraged: "Dr. He, I will also do my best to help you, feel free to proceed."

He Yaozu gritted his teeth and lowered his head again.

He began to excise the necrotic tissue, his movements extremely slow, each one like walking a tightrope.

Time passed second by second, and beads of sweat the size of peas rolled down from his temples, were wiped away by the nurse, and rolled down again.

Just as he was carefully separating the last piece of adhesive tissue—

A soft "pop" sound, as if something had ruptured.

The tip of the scalpel touched a branch of the portal vein, and a line of blood sprayed out violently, instantly blurring the entire surgical field.

The blood gushed out like tap water with the faucet turned on, quickly submerging the abdominal cavity.

The monitor began to beep sharply.

"Blood pressure is dropping!" Dr. Fang said with a hint of anxiety.

A "buzz" sounded in He Yaozu's brain, and his fingers froze in mid-air.

He could feel his heartbeat jump to his throat—at this rate of bleeding, three minutes, just three minutes, and the person would be gone.

At this very instant, Lin Wanning moved.

Her movements were so fast they were almost impossible to see: her right hand fished a small white jade bottle from her sleeve, and her left hand's two fingers reached directly into the pool of blood, precisely pressing down on the bleeding point.

She tilted the mouth of the bottle, and a few crystal-clear drops of liquid fell, landing exactly on the wound.

The miracle happened at this moment.

The instant that drop of liquid touched the vessel wall, the blood seemed to be covered by a thin film and could no longer spray out.

Soon, the damaged vessel wall began to grow wildly, closing and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, finally becoming as smooth as before.

The entire operating room was silent for three seconds.

He Yaozu widened his eyes, the scalpel nearly slipping from his hand.

He froze completely, with only one thought in his mind: This cannot be real, this cannot be real.

"He Yaozu!" Lin Wanning gave a low shout, "What are you staring at? Hurry up and clean it, suture it, do you really think I'm your assistant?"

He snapped back to his senses, gritted his teeth, and lowered his head again to commit himself to the surgery.

The abdominal cavity was cleaned thoroughly, all lesions were pulled out by the roots, with not a trace remaining.

After He Yaozu sutured the wound, Lin Wanning opened the small bottle again and dripped the Spirit Spring Water onto the wound drop by drop; the sutured area healed perfectly in no time.

He Yaozu glanced at the monitor—blood pressure was stable, heartbeat was stable, and the blood oxygen saturation was higher than that of a patient who had just undergone major surgery.

He looked up and met Lin Wanning's calm, unruffled eyes.

"Now you know how powerful this medicinal liquid is," Lin Wanning said.

He Yaozu nodded heavily.

The door to the operating room finally opened.

The corridor instantly exploded into chaos, and flashbulbs lit up in a crackling frenzy.

"Dr. Lin, was the surgery successful?"

"Dr. He, will the patient survive?"

Lin Wanning said: "The surgery was very successful; in ten days, Mr. Li will be able to be discharged."

"What? Dr. Lin, you aren't joking, are you?" a reporter said.

He Yaozu took off his mask and said: "Dr. Lin's words were still conservative; in my opinion, he can be discharged in five days."

The smile on the grey-suited reporter's face froze.

The big man reached out and patted him on the shoulder, his mouth unable to close from smiling: "One thousand Hong Kong Dollars, many thanks, boss."

Li Wanshan's three concubines crowded in front of Lin Wanning at the same time, their eyes full of ingratiating expressions: "Dr. Lin, was Mr. Li's surgery really successful?"

Lin Wanning nodded: "Rest assured, I can guarantee that Mr. Li will live for another twenty years. And living with great quality, at that."

Upon hearing this, the three concubines hurriedly took out large red envelopes and handed them over: "Dr. Lin, thank you! This is a small token of our appreciation!"

"Then I shall accept your kindness!" Lin Wanning did not stand on ceremony—she knew Li Wanshan was saved with gold, so this amount of money was nothing.

Three days later, Li Wanshan was already able to stand up and go to the restroom by himself.

Lin Wanning gave him another portion of Spirit Spring Water.

Five days later, Li Wanshan was discharged.

This matter quickly caused a sensation.

Li Wanshan, knowing to repay kindness, high-profilely promoted Lin Wanning's medical skills and miraculous medicinal liquid.

Within a few days, a leading authority of Peking Opera also came to find Lin Wanning for surgery.

As expected, the surgery was successful again, and they were discharged in seven days—this was even a major stomach resection surgery.

The continuous successes made those who were still hesitating come to Lin Wanning's hospital one after another.

For a time, it was hard to get a single appointment.

Lin Wanning's hospital became completely popular, and that miraculous medicinal liquid also became popular.

Overseas newspapers began to report on this matter, and wealthy people from Europe and America have already reached out.

Lin Wanning looked at He Yuzhu and said, "Zhuzi, a Hollywood star has pancreatic cancer and wants to come over for surgery; should we charge them?"

He Yuzhu said, "Charge a high price."

Lin Wanning said, "Can't we have them do some publicity for us?"

He Yuzhu said, "The high price itself is a form of publicity. There is no need to go easy on those foreigners; they can come if they want, or not."