The doctor explained the complex condition to An's mother, An Yiruo, and Mo Jingchen in great detail, simplifying the complicated case and using easy-to-understand language to make the three of them understand the risks and difficulties of the surgery.
"When can the surgery be scheduled?" After hearing this, An's mother began to ask the doctor.
"I need to discuss the specific surgical plan with my team before we can decide. You can go home and rest for the next few days. We'll inform Mr. Mo once we have a detailed plan," the doctor said, turning to face the three of them.
Given An's current condition, hospitalization now would not help at all; the only difference is whether she stays at home or in the hospital while waiting for the surgical plan to be determined.
However, the doctor felt that waiting at home was better than staying in the hospital.
"Thank you, doctor," An Yiruo said to the doctor before leaving the doctor's office with her mother.
"Mom, let's go shopping," An Yiruo suggested, linking arms with her mother as they left the hospital.
Because she was afraid that after the surgery... what if... it wasn't successful! Then she would never have the chance to go shopping and eat with her mother again.
“Okay, let’s go. Let’s go buy some pretty clothes for An’an.” An’an’s mother understood her daughter’s thoughts, so she didn’t refuse.
It was supposed to be a fun and relaxing activity, but now each of the three of them had their own worries.
Xiao Zhang drove the car and parked it at the entrance of the mall, while Mo Jingchen followed behind, acting as his bag carrier.
An Yiruo pulled her mother along and changed into a completely new outfit from head to toe. An Yiruo thought about leaving the old behind and starting anew, seeking some psychological comfort for the surgery that was coming in a few days.
“An’an, that’s enough. There’s no need to buy any more. Buying more would be a waste, and besides, I can’t wear that many clothes anyway,” An’an’s mother said, pulling An Yiruo’s arm and leading her back from the front of a luxury store.
“Mom,” An Yiruo said, her eyes filled with unspoken meaning, as if she had something to say but didn’t know how to say it.
"Good boy. Don't worry. Let's find a place to eat, and then go home."
Looking at her mother's calm and fearless expression, An Yiruo's eyes couldn't help but well up with tears. But she forced herself not to let her mother notice anything amiss.
Because An's mother was scheduled to have surgery in a few days, the three of them chose a restaurant with lighter dishes and ordered a few side dishes. The dishes looked very appealing, but An Yiruo had no appetite at all.
After dinner, An Yiruo wanted to go and sleep with her mother, but her mother refused, saying, "Go back quickly, and remember to send me a message when you get home."
Urged by her mother, An Yiruo reluctantly got into the car. After closing the car door, An Yiruo rolled down the window and leaned out to look at her mother with deep affection.
"Go back and sit down, it's dangerous for you to be like this. The weather is getting colder now, close the window so you don't catch a cold! I'm going back too."
An Yiruo watched her mother's departing figure until she could no longer see her. Then, An Yiruo rolled up the car window again, but she couldn't stop the tears from welling up in her eyes.
"An'an, don't cry." Mo Jingchen frantically wiped away An Yiruo's tears, but her tears flowed like a tap and he couldn't stop them.
"Chen, do you think my mom's surgery will be successful?" An Yiruo sat in the back seat, staring blankly at Mo Jingchen, but her tone was full of anticipation for his answer.
"It will succeed. An'an, don't overthink it. We should trust the doctor."
"You're right, I should trust the doctor."
Back at Xinghai Bay, Mo Jingchen knew that An Yiruo was very worried, but she was forcing herself not to show it. He excused himself to go to his study and made a phone call to the doctor.
"Mr. Mo, is there something you need to call so late?" the doctor said on the other end of the phone.
"Give me an answer. How confident are you about this surgery?" Mo Jingchen asked, his voice trembling slightly. He was worried about what would happen to his An'an if something went wrong.
"To be honest, Mr. Mo, with my skill level, I'm only 60% confident in this surgery. I also told you at the hospital that your mother-in-law's condition is in a difficult position, and the slightest mistake could lead to complete failure!" the doctor said truthfully on the other end of the phone.
"I understand. I'm sorry to bother you so late. Also, please don't tell my wife about this," Mo Jingchen instructed the doctor. He was worried that An Yiruo wouldn't be able to handle it.
“I understand, Mr. Mo. This is indeed a difficult decision. However, with your connections, if we can get Dr. John from abroad to perform the surgery, the success rate will reach 80%. After all, Dr. John is a leading expert in this field.”
After hanging up the phone, Mo Jingchen did not immediately come out of his study. The doctor he had found was through a friend's connections, and so far there was no more authoritative doctor in the country than him.
But he wasn't really sure what John was talking about. Still, he could give it a try.
Mo Jingchen turned on his computer and searched for John's name on the web. John's name immediately appeared on Baidu Baike.
John, male, was born in 1970 in a small town in England. He later gained admission to Harvard Medical School based on his exceptional academic abilities. During his career, he published over 100 papers and participated in over 4,000 surgeries, including over 2,000 complex cases, making him a true pioneer in cardiac surgery…
Mo Jingchen flipped through Dr. John's profile and fell into thought.
Although the Mohists had a wide range of interests, they were weak in medicine. They mainly invested in a few large hospitals and had no other interests.
Mo Jingchen sat at his desk for a long time, thinking about how to arrange a meeting with Dr. John.
"Young Master Si, are you asleep?" Mo Jingchen dialed Young Master Si's number, thinking that with the Si family's connections, they probably had Dr. John's contact information.
"What time is it? What's wrong, Jingchen?" Si Shao was sitting in the winery, tasting the red wine that had just been flown in.
Do you know Dr. John?
“I’ve heard a little about it. But why are you suddenly asking me about this? Is someone in your family sick?” Si Shao asked, swirling his wine glass as he sat on the leather sofa.
"It's An'an's mother; she needs surgery."
"As far as I know, this Dr. John is notoriously bad-tempered. And he's extremely difficult to get an appointment with! Because he's a leader in his field, countless people want to see him every day." Si Shao quickly went through the information in his mind and found the details about John.
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