In 1992, a small village owner became the richest man in the village by owning a car.

Chapter 565 If we don't go back soon, they'll have to pull the plug.

"As for the surgeon, you don't need to worry too much about that. I can't go, but I have a few of my most promising disciples over the years. I can send one of them over and there won't be any problem."

"If we're just talking about the number of brain blood removal surgeries, I haven't even done as many as him. And now this apprentice of mine has been recognized as a neurosurgeon in the hospital. He has both the theory and the skills."

Professor Zhang is not just boasting; as his reputation in the medical community has grown over the years, many skilled young men have sought him out, some asking for guidance, others wanting to become his apprentices, and still others being placed in positions by their schools.

Each and every one of them is incredibly talented. Even Professor Zhang's talent in his youth pales in comparison to these rising stars.

He himself was very happy to be able to help so many capable younger generations grow.

"That's great! I'm relieved to hear you say that. I'll wait for your good news." Yu Dawei smiled and then said, "If this works out, I'll have my brother thank you in person later."

We should never forget those who dug the well when we drink the water. Yu Dawei, who is no longer a newcomer to society, naturally knows the key to making this matter possible.

Li Fubao, who was at a nearby table, naturally understood and agreed with Yu Dawei's approach. He even thought it wouldn't be unreasonable for him to bring his father-in-law to visit Yu Dawei in person.

It all depends on whether Professor Zhang is willing to do us the honor.

Compared to intellectuals like these, Li Fubao naturally felt inferior, regardless of wealth.

After hanging up the phone, the matter was temporarily put on hold, followed by a long wait.

Li Fubao didn't sleep all night. Although he kept calling his father-in-law "Old Deng" aloud, he still treated him like his own father.

Old Liang hadn't seen Li Fubao for a long time, so he decided to keep him company. The two ate some snacks and drank some wine until about 10 a.m. the next day, when the phone in the living room rang.

Yu Dawei was repairing his car at the repair shop outside when Duan Dahai ran out of the house and called him back.

The news wasn't bad, but the hospital in Kyoto lived up to its name. Knowing that Li Fubao's father-in-law was well-off, it made an outrageous demand.

They charged nearly two hundred for various equipment maintenance, wear and tear, transportation, and expert business trips, with the numbers neatly calculated and seemingly just a standard fee.

Professor Zhang is an honest man, and when he gave the price quote, the person on the other end of the phone blushed.

But the old cronies in the hospital are really corrupt. Once they got the information out of him that a local tycoon was treating him, they started trying to find ways to cover it up, insisting on calculating all the hospital's losses over the past two years.

Yu Dawei was also speechless. He turned on the speakerphone and let Li Fubao hear the price. Although money has become less valuable in the past two years, it shouldn't be so high.

"Well... sigh, Dawei, you know that many of the equipment in our hospital are imported from abroad, and some of them cost hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars just to buy them..." Professor Zhang's face turned redder and redder as he spoke on the other end of the phone, feeling like he was about to run out of things to say.

I should have just had the executive dean of the institute talk to them personally.

That guy really knows how to talk a good game; he even convinced himself of it before. He said that rich people are different from ordinary people, and that while ordinary people use the same medical equipment to treat and save lives, wealthy people use it for the quality of service.

Yu Dawei was naturally unaware of the mysterious executive dean at Professor Zhang's hospital. If he had known that the other party was saying this, he would have been astonished. After all, such cutting-edge ideas would not be widely disseminated or regarded as gospel by businessmen for more than a decade.

Detailed and in-depth services.

"It's alright! Professor Zhang, money is not a problem. You can contact the hospital anytime and tell them I agree. As long as you can come as soon as possible and get treatment, money is no problem at all!"

The call was on speakerphone, and Li Fubao could tell that the price was quite high, but his father-in-law wasn't short of money. He had casually bought a car for one or two million yuan back then, so why would he be short of this?
Li Fubao immediately agreed, not caring about the cost, as long as the patient could come for treatment.

If money wasn't an issue, the hospital's treatment plan and schedule were quickly finalized over the phone. After that, all that was left was to return to the major hospital in Jilin City and wait for the medical team to arrive.

After hanging up the phone, Li Fubao breathed a long sigh of relief. The fatigue from not sleeping all night vanished, replaced by a feeling of being full of energy.

Even he himself didn't expect that his visit to see his childhood friend would inexplicably lead him to a connection with the medical team in Kyoto.

He gave Yu Dawei a deep look, his gratitude unspoken.

It also made him realize one thing again: there are heroes everywhere, and no matter how high you stand or how far you go, you should never look down on anyone.

Fortunately, he had always treated Yu Dawei as both a mentor and a friend; otherwise, if he had refused to help, Yu Dawei wouldn't have made that call.

"I'm not saying anything more!" Li Fubao looked at Yu Dawei with complicated emotions in his eyes, and reached out to pat the other's broad arm with gratitude. "Brother Dawei, about what you told me, I'll come and help you after my father-in-law starts treatment in the next few days."

“Brother Li, look at you, don’t worry! We didn’t know you were facing such a special situation. To be honest, we are all quite touched that you came at this time.” Yu Dawei also patted the other’s arm with his big hand. “Don’t worry, a few more days won’t make a difference. Let’s take care of your father-in-law’s matter first.”

"Sigh! I have nothing to say! Brothers, you're all my good brothers!" Li Fubao wasn't very educated, but he was deeply moved.

After chatting with Lao Liang, Lao Duan and others for a while, Li Fubao decided to drive straight back; he needed to hurry back!
When I came out, my father-in-law's children were discussing whether or not to remove the tubes. If I got back late, there might be no hope left.

The elderly person was in a deep coma and didn't even have the right to veto a vote.

Yu Dawei and the other two understood Li Fubao's feelings. They saw him off at the gate and reminded him to drive slowly and to take a break along the way, since he hadn't slept all night.

Li Fubao smiled and nodded. Before leaving, he took a large black leather suitcase from the trunk and handed it to Boss Liang: "This contains my own property. It has nothing to do with Lao Deng. I'm just lending it to you to get through this difficult time."

Boss Liang reached out and took it, and immediately guessed what it was. He wanted to say something, but Li Fubao forcefully stopped him.

"Alright! Enough with the nonsense! Let's fix the hole first, we'll deal with the rest later." Li Fubao ignored everything, turned around, got into the car, and started the engine to leave. Before he did, he rolled down the window and mocked Lao Liang, "Next time you're trying to kill yourself, don't forget to call me."

(End of this chapter)