The group of doctors who refused to perform the surgery also had their reasons:

"That's a handcuff key tray, covered with keys! So many people have touched it, so many people's bodily fluids and blood have come into contact with it!"

"Yes, the patient's condition is very serious now! Although the asphyxiation problem after intubation has been resolved, once she's on the operating table, the plane is uneven, and for a patient like her who can't adjust her position, life and death can be decided in an instant!"

"Moreover, she's already received 2000cc of blood! Our blood bank doesn't have that much blood available for her! If something goes wrong during the surgery, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

"Even if surgery is necessary, we should wait until the patient's condition stabilizes somewhat! Think it over!"

"That's right. The girl's parents aren't here. Can you afford the risks of making such a big decision?"

...

Han Weiguo listened to the two groups arguing, and his face turned very ugly.

He had just received a call from Xia Dong, who had already arrived in Haicheng!

Upon learning that one of his two beloved daughters was disfigured and the other was on the verge of death, Xia Dong went completely insane.

At this moment, he is driving himself towards Harbin.

Han Weiguo hesitated.

Should we wait for Xia Dong to arrive and let him decide whether or not to have surgery, so as to transfer the risks, or should we have the surgery done as soon as possible for Xia Tianlu's sake?

Lulu comes to visit him with Xia Dong every year, so he's watched her grow up.

Since Xia Dong's divorce, he hadn't seen Lulu for several years, but Han Weiguo always felt that since Lulu called him "Grandpa," he had a responsibility to her.

When such a serious accident occurred on his territory, although it was Lulu's sudden onset of madness that no one could have predicted, he could not shirk his responsibility no matter what.

"Has Lao Cheng not replied yet?" Han Weiguo asked his bodyguard, Xiao Qian, with frustration.

Xiao Qian answered cautiously, "Chief Cheng said that you should call him personally; he's only talking to you about this."

"Why is it so hard to get the contact information of an old Chinese medicine doctor?" Han Weiguo scratched his hair in frustration.

He and Chief Cheng had never gotten along, and usually he would have his bodyguard relay messages.

Why is Cheng Weiguo acting all high and mighty?

Just now, the head of surgery pulled him aside and said that he had seen a similar case with Xia Tianlu when he was young. It was a young lady from a wealthy family who had been wronged and attempted suicide by swallowing a flat stone.

At that time, it was a man known as "Divine Doctor Crane" who used a special technique to remove the plaster.

The head of surgery said mysteriously, "I heard that Cheng Weiguo was cured by an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor, who is none other than the last disciple of the legendary doctor He! He must also know this technique!"

This rumor was naturally spread by Cheng Weiguo himself to mislead the public.

Han Weiguo frowned and said, "Doesn't this apprentice even have a name? And where does he practice medicine? The health bureau must have his barefoot doctor's certificate, right? How can this be so strange?"

Xiao Qian shook his head and said, "It is said that this old Chinese medicine doctor is very old and has long since stopped seeing patients. It seems that Chief Cheng was able to get him to come because he had some connection with his master back then."

"Fine! I'll just make a call! Cheng Weiguo cares about his reputation, so I'll give him that face!" Han Weiguo angrily went to make the call.

Chief Cheng answered the phone with a smile. Upon hearing that it was Han Weiguo, he chuckled and said, "Oh, what a lovely day! By the way, Lao Han, I recently acquired a jar of fine tea. Would you be interested in coming to my house for a tea tasting?"

Han Weiguo silently patted his chest and said, "Let's have tea next time. I'm in a hurry. Quickly give me the contact information of the old Chinese medicine doctor who treated you!"

"Is this the attitude you have when you ask for a favor?" Chief Cheng's tone turned cold. "You went after Shen Guoliang, don't you know he's one of my men?"

"Oh, Lao Cheng, you've wronged me! It's not like I wanted to mess with Shen Guoliang. It's his own indiscretion; he's always attracting women. It was only a matter of time before he got into trouble!" Han Weiguo was sweating profusely. "Shen Guoliang will be fine; at most, he'll be locked up for a few days. But here, someone's about to die! Give me his contact information, quick!"

"Old Han, you know I'm getting old, and I don't remember things at all! The old Mr. Song who treated me was introduced to me by Guoliang, and Guoliang has his contact information too!" Chief Cheng said, suppressing a laugh.

He made up this character, but he didn't discuss it with Shen Guoliang, and he didn't know if Shen Guoliang could help him make the lie believable.

"Old Cheng, are you sure this Dr. Song can definitely cure my little granddaughter?" Han Weiguo was still a little skeptical.

"It's definitely incurable, don't ask anymore!" After saying that, Chief Cheng slammed down the phone.

"..." Han Weiguo, holding the microphone, angrily slammed it down on the phone, shattering it with a crash.

The nurse standing to the side held the medical record book, too afraid to speak.

Han Weiguo asked with a grim face, "Where is Shen Guoliang?"

"He's being held in solitary confinement in the basement of the Repentance Building, by himself!" Xiao Qian answered fluently. "His two guards are also being held in separate solitary confinement."

"Let's go find that guy surnamed Chen!" Han Weiguo strode away.

Xiao Qian quickly grabbed the car keys and jogged after him.

Shen Guoliang was locked in a windowless, pitch-black solitary confinement cell, a first in his more than forty years of life.

However, without any external interference, his thinking became exceptionally sharp and clear.

He carefully recalled every detail of his time with Jiang Chunlai and Zhang Xiaozhen, and only then did he realize that his judgment in choosing a spouse was indeed exceptionally poor.

Jiang Chunlai came to take revenge on him, Zhang Xiaozhen coveted his power and favor, but only his wife, who died young, truly loved him.

He suddenly felt that his life had been somewhat of a failure.

Just as he was sighing, the door to the solitary confinement cell opened, and a beam of light shone in. He instinctively shielded his eyes.

Han Weiguo, a figure as tall as a bear, bowed his head and bent over before stepping over the threshold: "Shen Guoliang! Cheng Weiguo asked you to give me the contact information of Dr. Song, the old Chinese medicine doctor who treated him!"

“…” Shen Guoliang licked his dry lips and said nothing.

Interesting, very interesting.

First of all, the person who treated Chief Cheng was Su Ruyi, not some old Chinese medicine doctor, and her surname was not Song.

Secondly, Han Weiguo has already taken Su Ruyi away.

"What's wrong? Who needs to see a doctor? The old doctor doesn't make house calls easily!" Shen Guoliang said, suppressing a laugh. "He's old and has trouble walking, so I have to go and invite him myself. If you go, there's no way you'll get a chance!"

"Then... go there now! I'll get your car ready!" Han Weiguo's tone softened. "If you bring her here, I'll treat your ex-wife's problem leniently! Okay?"