Two weeks later

Two days ago, when Ming Yiran got out of bed, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and experienced severe pain.

A few dozen seconds later, his head fell backward and he crashed heavily to the ground, falling into a deep coma.

With red eyes, Ming's mother, Shen Yirou, took Ming Yiran to the Capital Central Hospital again. After he was revived, he underwent a full-body checkup.

A tumor was diagnosed in the heart.

Immediately, Ming's mother called Ming Jiayi and Ming Fengche, asking them to rush to the Capital Central Hospital.

Two days later

President's Office of the Central Hospital of Beijing

"Dean, this is my medical license, and this is the award I received a few days ago. Please, please make an exception and let me perform Ming Yiran's surgery."

Ming Jiayi laid out her newly obtained medical license and the trophies and certificates from the awards she had just received abroad, and said bitterly.

"Little sister, even if your medical license isn't from our country, you're not a doctor at our hospital. How could I possibly risk letting you go in as the surgeon for this operation?"

“I can sign an agreement that I will take full responsibility for any problems that arise during the patient’s surgery.”

"Little sister, a human life has been lost. How can you take responsibility for this?"

The dean sat at his desk, calmly observing Ming Jiayi, his distrust of her written all over his face.

"What if I were Ming Yiran's daughter?"

Ming Jiayi certainly understood the dean's concerns.

She's not an unreasonable fool.

But she really didn't feel comfortable letting someone else perform Ming Yiran's surgery.

She excelled academically from a young age, skipping grades throughout elementary, middle, and high school. As a result, she graduated with a bachelor's and master's degree from the best medical school in the country at the age of 21 and then went abroad for further studies for two years.

A year ago, she felt that life abroad was meaningless, so she decided to return to work at the best hospital in China.

Thus, she became the youngest chief physician in the cardiac surgery department of that hospital, and her surgeries were never unsuccessful, earning her the reputation of a surgical genius.

In addition, she has published dozens of academic papers in the New Youth magazine and various medical websites. The novelty of her views has shocked many veteran experts.

These qualities alone are enough to call her a gifted doctor.

Furthermore, Ming Yiran's physical condition and the type of surgery she needed were exactly the same as the type of surgery she had before she transmigrated.

She already had this experience once.

So if she can be put on the operating table, she will definitely not let the surgery fail this time.

"Are you Ming Yiran's daughter?" the dean asked Ming Jiayi with some surprise.

He knew that Ming Yiran had a daughter named Ming Jiayi, but the name on the medical license spread out on the table was not Ming Jiayi.

"Yes, if I can get Ming Yiran's consent, can I have this surgery?" Ming Jiayi asked firmly.

"If you can get the patient's consent, then of course it's possible..." The dean's expression changed from before, and he said with some concern, "But, you probably didn't graduate from a proper medical school, did you? Are you really capable of performing surgery?"

Ming Jiayi didn't think there was anything wrong with the dean's questioning, and casually picked up a CT scan from his desk to look at it.

"Are you worried about whether this patient needs surgery?" Ming Jiayi asked, pointing to the CT scan above.

"Hmm." The dean looked wistfully at the picture in Ming Jiayi's hand and answered with a somewhat sorrowful voice.