Jiang Nuan's sharp gaze landed on the smiling Hua Yulong, but she remained silent.
The old man’s face was also grim.
Hua Ying rushed forward, glaring at her unconscionable brother, and angrily demanded, "Brother, what are you trying to do?"
He even brought reporters here. Was he trying to kill their grandfather?
Hua Yulong stared at Jiang Nuan's beautiful face, his eyes cold. "Yingying, don't be fooled by Jiang Nuan. All the doctors said Grandpa can only be cured by Vicky. I will never allow Jiang Nuan to gamble with Grandpa's life. She's gone mad with the desire for fame. Grandpa has a brain tumor, and no doctor dares to operate on him. Yet Jiang Nuan dares. Don't you find that strange?"
Hua Ying glanced at the indifferent Jiang Nuan. She was Vicky, but until she personally revealed her identity, she wouldn't expose it.
"Hua Yulong, get lost! I've already signed the deed of severance, and I have nothing to do with you people. Regardless of whether I come out of this surgery alive, I have to thank Nuannuan. She fears no one's threats or pressure and is wholeheartedly performing surgery for me. You, on the other hand, are trying to stop my surgery, wanting to watch me die, purely to get my shares. You are the one with malicious intentions!"
Grandpa Hua's roar stunned Hua Yulong.
The old man saw through Hua Yulong's intentions immediately—he wanted to use his death to seize the company. What a dream!
The reporters were also stunned by this astonishing turn of events.
They had been hired by young master Hua, and their target was Jiang Nuan. They were taking a risk with their lives to get an exclusive scoop.
"Grandpa, I didn't! You've misunderstood me. I'm doing this all for your own good," Hua Yulong argued urgently.
Grandpa Hua looked at him with deep, cloudy eyes, his gaze filled with concern. "Hua Yulong, if something happens to me after the surgery, it will be your doing."
Hua Yulong: …The old are indeed the wisest!
Grandpa Hua looked at the assembled reporters and said, "Thank you for your hard work, everyone. I need to go to the operating room now."
The reporters all wished the old gentleman a successful surgery. Daifeng Novel.
Jiang Nuan looked at Mu Jiuchen and said, "Husband, no one can disturb the surgery."
Mu Jiuchen gave her a reassuring look and gently told her, "Don't worry, I've got everything handled."
Jiang Nuan, feeling at ease, accompanied Song Baoli to send Grandpa to the operating room.
Hua Ying and Hua Yulong, along with the reporters, went to wait outside the operating room.
Hua Ying glared at him angrily, "Aren't you leaving yet?"
"Heh heh…" Hua Yulong chuckled and said, "Yingying, I'm worried about Grandpa too. I'll wait here with you for Grandpa!"
"Hmph!" Hua Ying snorted coldly and said nothing.
Mu Jiuchen sent four bodyguards, who stood at the door of the operating room.
Hua Yulong: …
Mu Jiuchen looked at the group coldly and said, "Anyone who dares to speak loudly will be thrown out."
The four bodyguards responded in low voices, "Yes, Master!"
Hua Yulong: !!
The reporters retreated to the farthest edge, not daring to disturb Jiang Nuan's surgery.
Outside the operating room!
It was deathly quiet; no one dared to speak.
Only Hua Ying, from the moment the operating room light turned on, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
She paced back and forth incessantly.
Her index finger was constantly between her teeth, which she gnawed on.
Two hours later, the operating room light suddenly went out.
Everyone looked at the operating room light in astonishment.
A reporter exclaimed in surprise, "Brain tumor surgeries usually take three to five hours to complete. Jiang Nuan only took two hours. Is it possible that something happened to the old man?"
"Why the rush? We'll know soon enough."
Seven or eight reporters instantly headed towards the operating room door.
However, seeing the four bodyguards, they hesitated to get too close.
Hua Ying stood tensely at the door of the operating room, her hands tightly clasped.
After a full five minutes, Jiang Nuan and Song Baoli finally emerged.
Song Baoli said with a smile, "Nuannuan, I learned a lot today. Please don't forget me for similar surgeries in the future."
Jiang Nuan said, "Why don't you stay and work at my husband's hospital? How about the position of vice president?"
Jiang Nuan had wanted to do this for a long time.
Song Baoli's medical skills were highly trustworthy.
Song Baoli looked at her in surprise and asked, "Can you decide on behalf of your husband?"
Jiang Nuan raised an eyebrow and said, "In my house, I have the final say."
The two chatted as if no one else were present.
Hua Ying: …
Hearing the words "In my house, I have the final say," Mu Jiuchen instantly smiled.
The reporters, witnessing Mu Jiuchen's reaction, were dumbfounded!
They understood; so this was the henpecked husband!
Only Hua Yulong was in a bad mood.
Hua Ying interrupted their conversation and asked, "Nuannuan, how is my grandfather?"
Jiang Nuan then looked at Hua Ying and gave her a reassuring look. "The surgery was very successful. Don't worry, Grandpa Hua is in good condition. He's been sent to a sterile room. I'll stay here tonight. If you're still concerned, you can stay too."
"Nuannuan, thank you!" Hua Ying was so moved she shed tears, crying and laughing.
Jiang Nuan shook her head and said, "You're welcome."
Meanwhile, Mu Jiuchen, who had been standing nearby, strode over to Jiang Nuan and asked Song Baoli, "Dr. Song, are you willing to stay?"
Song Baoli glanced at Jiang Nuan, then at Mu Jiuchen. The allure of this place was far greater than the temptation of going abroad.
He smiled and nodded, saying, "Please prepare an office for me. I want a private office where I can see both Western and Chinese medicine."
Jiang Nuan smiled. Finally, she had managed to retain a talented individual.
Mu Jiuchen also curved his lips slightly. "Welcome, Dr. Song. I'll have the director arrange it immediately."
His invested hospitals were profitable, but they still lacked doctors as skilled as Song Baoli.
"Alright!" Song Baoli nodded slowly.
With the matter settled, Jiang Nuan felt relieved.
Hua Yulong stepped forward eagerly and asked, "Jiang Nuan, is my grandfather really alright?"
Jiang Nuan looked at him coldly and retorted, "Looking at your eagerness, it seems you really hope something has happened to your grandfather!"
"Heh heh…" Hua Yulong gave an unnatural smile, but there was an imperceptible sharpness in his eyes. "Then can we see Grandpa?"
Who knew if what Jiang Nuan said was true?
If Grandpa didn't come out, and Jiang Nuan claimed he was fine, what if they were deceived?
In this day and age, anything could happen.
Jiang Nuan frowned, her expression displeased. "The old gentleman is in a sterile room right now. Are you sure you want to see him?"
Hua Yulong's attitude was firm. "I just want to confirm if Grandpa is alive."
At this moment, Dr. Liu, who had operated with Jiang Nuan, walked over with a smile and said, "Dr. Jiang, the old gentleman's condition is very good. Your prognosis was incredibly swift; I am deeply impressed." The middle-aged Dr. Liu looked at Jiang Nuan with reverence.
Jiang Nuan was grateful for his trust. "Dr. Liu, this surgery wouldn't have been possible without you. Your experience is truly valuable."
"Nonsense! No matter how good my experience is, it can't compare to your swift scalpel. Reducing the patient's blood loss and the degree of infection—that is truly miraculous surgical skill."
As expected of the younger generation.
He admitted his own age.
Hua Yulong suddenly remembered the incident with old Mrs. Wang. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Jiang Nuan, do you have a medical license?"