"It's out!" someone shouted, and everyone's attention turned to the operating room door.
A few nurses and doctors emerged from the operating room, pushing a hospital bed.
The electrocardiograph monitor beside the bed was beeping rhythmically.
"Son, son!" The middle-aged woman rushed over. Seeing her son still unconscious, tears welled up in her eyes.
"Madam, your son is still unconscious. Don't worry, the surgery was very successful, and he will wake up tonight," Zhao Qianqian explained to the woman.
"Really?"
"Thank you, thank you!" The woman was so moved that tears streamed down her face, and she was about to kneel before Zhao Qianqian and the others.
"Madam! You don't have to do this. This is our duty as doctors; it's what we should do," Zhao Qianqian quickly helped her up.
"Wow."
Warm applause erupted from the crowd.
Among the onlookers, a few people looked displeased. They quietly slipped away from the crowd while everyone was clapping enthusiastically.
Chen Fan returned to his clinic, opened his computer, and began searching for the patient's transfer records and medical history.
However, to Chen Fan's confusion, the patient's medical records did not mention Marfan syndrome.
According to the transfer records, the patient had been hospitalized at the Kyoto Cardiovascular Specialist Hospital for two weeks. It was unlikely that the hospital would have failed to diagnose the condition during that time.
But just as Chen Fan was about to close his computer, a name caught his attention.
The name of the doctor who received the patient during the transfer was Cui Bo, the male doctor who had advised him against surgery in the operating room that day.
"It was him?" Chen Fan frowned slightly, stroking his chin, lost in thought.
"Knock, knock, knock."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the clinic door.
Looking towards the door, he saw two people standing outside: Zhao Qianqian and the patient's mother.
"Director Chen, the patient's family member has something to see you about," Zhao Qianqian said from the doorway.
"Let her in," Chen Fan replied.
Then, the middle-aged woman, with red-rimmed eyes, walked into Chen Fan's clinic with her head bowed, looking nervous.
"Madam, is there something you need?" Chen Fan asked, closing the transfer records and looking at the woman.
The woman approached Chen Fan, appearing flustered. She stammered for a long time without saying anything.
Seeing this, Chen Fan smiled slightly, invited the woman to sit down, and poured her a cup of tea.
"Madam, please speak freely," Chen Fan said again.
"Director Chen, I, I'm sorry." The first words the woman spoke were an apology to Chen Fan.
"Why are you apologizing to me all of a sudden?"
"I, I accepted money from someone for my son's transfer." The woman explained nervously.
"Accepted money from someone?" Chen Fan frowned slightly.
The woman placed the teacup on the table and began to recount the events of the previous day to Chen Fan.
Yesterday afternoon, at the Kyoto Cardiovascular Specialist Hospital, a doctor approached her and told her that her son's chances of survival, even with surgery, were almost zero. He said there was only a slim hope if he were operated on by a top-tier doctor, but the surgery would cost millions.
"Director Chen, you know, we are just migrant workers in Kyoto. Where would we get so much money?"
"So, that doctor showed you a way?" Chen Fan asked.
The woman nodded. "Yes, that doctor gave me fifty thousand yuan. To pay for my son's medical treatment, I was drowning in debt. I had no choice but to agree. He then said that as long as I transferred my son to the Sixth Hospital in Jiangcheng, Hua Nan, and found a doctor named Chen Fan to cause trouble for him, after it was done, not only would they find the best doctor for surgery, but all our expenses would be waived."
The woman explained again, "Director Chen, I am truly grateful to you. I never expected things to turn out this way."
Hearing this, Chen Fan finally understood why the patient had no medical records or history upon transfer to the hospital. It turned out that all of this was a setup designed to target him.
"It's alright. Your son's illness has been cured. Take good care of him from now on," Chen Fan said with a calm smile, without any intention of blaming her.
"Thank you, Director Chen. You are truly wonderful, not only skilled in medicine but also kind-hearted." The woman couldn't help but shed tears of emotion.
After seeing off the emotional woman, Chen Fan's expression gradually turned grim.
To have a specialist hospital in Kyoto risk modifying medical records and offer fifty thousand yuan to send a dying person to Jiangcheng, the other party's power must be extraordinary.
Was it revenge from the Huangfu family? Or was it someone else's doing? This situation, where he was exposed and the enemy was hidden, made Chen Fan feel a sense of crisis. He didn't know what kind of scheme awaited him next.
Chen Fan did not tell anyone else about this matter.
After work, he returned home with Qin Shuran. However, as soon as they reached their doorstep, Chen Fan and Qin Shuran were surprised to find Sun Xiao standing at their door.
"Sister Sun, why are you here?" Qin Shuran looked surprised to see Sun Xiao.
Sun Xiao first glanced at Chen Fan, then showed Qin Shuran the ingredients she was carrying. "Of course, I'm here to cook for you, you little glutton. Food outside isn't hygienic. If your man doesn't care about you, I, as your elder sister, can't help but care about you."
Her words moved Qin Shuran to tears. "Sister Sun, you're so kind."
"Stop joking. My place isn't far from here, so cooking a meal for you isn't difficult," Sun Xiao playfully flicked Qin Shuran's nose. However, her gaze inadvertently drifted towards Chen Fan.
Chen Fan's face flushed, and he stepped forward to open the door.
Qin Shuran originally wanted to help in the kitchen, but Sun Xiao firmly refused. Instead, she asked Chen Fan to help in the kitchen, saying that men should learn to take care of women and that Chen Fan should learn from her.
Qin Shuran happily agreed and decided to take a bath first.
Suddenly, only Chen Fan and Sun Xiao were left in the kitchen.
"Sister Sun, thanks," Chen Fan said gratefully while washing vegetables.
"You're welcome. Anyway, I'm not here to cook for you. You're just an afterthought," Sun Xiao said while chopping vegetables.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, Sun Xiao cried out in pain.
"What's wrong?!" Chen Fan exclaimed, rushing forward to check.
He saw that Sun Xiao had cut her finger with the knife, and blood was flowing.
"Let me treat it for you." Chen Fan quickly found alcohol swabs, disinfected the wound, applied some medicine, and bandaged Sun Xiao's slender finger.
Watching Chen Fan meticulously tending to her wound, Sun Xiao's face broke into a happy smile.
"Does it still hurt?" Chen Fan asked with concern.
Sun Xiao shook her head.
"Sigh, you go rest. I'll cook tonight," Chen Fan said with a helpless sigh. He certainly couldn't let the injured Sun Xiao continue working.