The system only arrives when you're old? Then let's create a super-rich family!

"So what if your family has some money and connections? Do you think you're the son of a Party Secretary or the Governor, able to use special channels to speed things up?"

As the saying goes, "politics and business are intertwined," with "politics" coming first, indicating that power trumps money.

Some things can't be bought with money.

For example, having police cars clear the way inevitably requires police resources, but that's okay. Which high-ranking official would dare to show favoritism?

Xu Peng didn't believe Qin Zihao's connections extended to the provincial party secretary and governor.

"With your limited knowledge, it's difficult for me to explain to you," Qin Zihao sneered twice.

"You..." Xu Peng wanted to say something, but Zhang Qiqi stopped him.

"Xu Peng, stop talking. Qin Zihao has been doing his best to help us. No matter the outcome, it's the thought that counts, isn't it?"

Zhang Qiqi knew Xu Peng was right, but she still prayed silently.

"What if a miracle happens?"

Xu Peng sighed and reminded them, "There won't be any miracles. Be prepared."

Upon hearing this, the Guo family members turned pale.

"We've already invited Professor Fang, why is it still not working?"

Aunt and Guo's mother hugged each other and wept bitterly.

"Brother Hao, thank you." Guo Fan suddenly walked up to Qin Zihao, thanked him with a wry smile, and then looked down at the ground.

"Fanzi, don't give up so easily. When has Brother Hao ever lied to you?"

As Qin Zihao spoke, he dialed Professor Fang's number again and put it on speakerphone.

"Professor Fang, have you boarded the plane yet?"

【Young Master Qin, I'm getting ready to board the private jet you arranged. I'm expected to arrive in two hours. Don't worry, I should make it on time.】

Fang Deming's words were like the blazing sun rising in the darkness, illuminating all despair.

Everyone stared at Qin Zihao with shocked and incredulous eyes.

Private jet!

He actually chartered a private jet!

Guo Fan looked up abruptly, just in time to hear Qin Zihao's next sentence.

"Professor Fang, rest assured, I have arranged for a helicopter to be waiting at the airport. It will only take a few minutes for you to arrive by helicopter."

"Oh! Then there's no problem with the timing at all. The plane is preparing to accelerate for takeoff. I'll close my eyes and rest for a bit; I have surgery later. We'll talk then."

"Okay." Qin Zihao hung up the phone and glanced at Xu Peng.

The other person was stunned, and even forgot to close their mouth.

Guo Fan hugged Qin Zihao tightly, saying excitedly, "Brother Hao, Brother Hao, thank you, thank you so much!"

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

No one expected that Qin Zihao would not only hire a private jet, but also arrange a helicopter.

Is Qin Zihao's family one of those incredibly wealthy families?

The Guo family members all rushed forward, wiping away tears as they thanked Qin Zihao for saving their lives.

Xu Peng came to his senses, his face extremely unnatural, and he even felt a flush of heat.

He never imagined that the young man in front of him had such powerful connections.

Because I felt more confident, the waiting time became less unbearable, and time seemed to pass faster than before.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Just as we were waiting, the elevator at the end suddenly opened, and a group of doctors in white coats walked out.

Xu Peng turned his head and gasped.

What did he see?

Leading the way was Chen Ming, dressed in a crisp white lab coat, with a composed demeanor.

He is the chief expert of neurosurgery at the First People's Hospital of the province, half a level higher than his mentor, Dean Wang. He is skilled in complex intracranial aneurysm surgery and has presided over the treatment of many difficult neurological cases in China. He is well-known in the field of neurosurgery nationwide.

The three people following behind Chen Ming were all quite influential.

Li Fushu, chief physician of neurosurgery at the First People's Hospital of the province, specializes in cerebral vascular malformations and has published more than ten papers in core journals. He is a senior whom Xu Peng has always looked up to.

Zhao Ya is a rising star in the field of neurointervention in China. At a young age, she has mastered a variety of minimally invasive interventional techniques, and even Professor Fang Deming has praised her talent.

Zhou Lei is an authority in the field of neurocritical care, specializing in the prevention and control of postoperative complications. He can solve any difficult postoperative nursing problem.

After that, there were several other renowned predecessors.

Xu Peng quickly composed himself, stepped forward, and greeted him respectfully.

"Director Chen, Director Li, Dr. Zhao, Dr. Zhou, I didn't expect you seniors to come. I am Xu Peng, and I greet you all."

Chen Ming stopped and glanced at him curiously, his eyes calm and expressionless. He simply nodded and said nothing.

Seeing this, Uncle Li Fu smiled and stepped forward to introduce him: "Director Chen, this is Xu Peng, the beloved student of Dean Wang of our city's First Hospital. He has made great achievements in spinal cord nerves and is a promising young man."

Chen Ming then realized and said, "So you are Dean Wang's beloved student. I remember now, I heard that you have done a lot of research in the field of spinal cord nerve repair and made great achievements. That's truly remarkable."

Xu Peng blushed and quickly chuckled modestly, saying, "Not at all, not at all. These are just minor studies, nothing major breakthroughs, not worth mentioning. Compared to you seniors, I am still far behind."

Chen Ming said politely, "It's already very good that a young person has this kind of ambition. Being able to make some progress in the field of spinal nerve research is already much better than many of your peers."

After saying that, Chen Ming stopped looking at Xu Peng, turned around and walked towards Qin Zihao, greeting him with a smile.

"Young Master Qin, we're here."

This scene left Xu Peng speechless, his whole body trembling, and he was completely dumbfounded.

Were even senior figures like Chen Ming invited by Qin Zihao?

Chen Ming looked at Qin Zihao and said without exchanging pleasantries, "Young Master Qin, I heard the patient's condition is very urgent, so let's not waste any more time and go in to see the patient's specific situation."

Qin Zihao nodded and said, "Okay, thank you all for your hard work."

Dr. Liu, who was standing to the side, was already stunned. Only now did he react and hurriedly stepped forward to respectfully welcome Chen Ming and the others into the emergency room. As they walked, he quickly and thoroughly explained to them the current condition of Grandpa Guo, the examination results, and the medication.

Xu Peng stood at the door, only able to watch and eavesdrop on Chen Ming and the others' analysis and explanation inside through the glass door.

He was in excruciating pain, as if his heart was being torn apart.

Having worked in neurosurgery for many years, he had always longed to receive guidance from top experts. Now, with so many leading figures gathered together and rare and difficult cases presented to him, this was a once-in-a-lifetime learning opportunity for him.

He really wanted to go in and observe and learn up close, but he was afraid of offending the big shots, so he could only watch longingly from outside the door.

A few minutes later, the emergency room door opened, and Chen Ming walked out, his face grave.

He walked up to Qin Zihao and said, "Young Master Qin, the patient's condition is not optimistic. The intracranial hemorrhage continues to increase, and the pressure on the nerves is becoming more and more severe. If I were to perform the surgery before the condition worsened, I would have at least a 30 to 40% chance of success; but now, I can only say a 10 to 20% chance, and the risk is extremely high."

He paused, then couldn't help but sigh:

"Speaking of which, if Professor Fang Deming were to perform the surgery, the success rate could be increased to at least 60%. Professor Fang's minimally invasive interventional techniques are unmatched in China. It's just a pity that Professor Fang is in Beijing, and his schedule is packed with meetings every day, so he simply can't find the time to come over."

"Young Master Qin, the situation is urgent. I plan to perform surgery now and do everything I can to save the patient's life. Is that alright with you?"

Qin Zihao shook his head and casually said, "No need, let's wait a little longer. Professor Fang is about to arrive at the airport, and he can perform the surgery then."

"What?" Chen Ming was shocked. "Young Master Qin, are you serious? Professor Fang will be here soon?"

Fang Deming's status in the field of neurosurgery in China is that of a towering figure. Even he can only discuss academic matters with him on specific occasions, and there is no chance to speak with him on ordinary days.

He never expected that Qin Zihao would actually invite Professor Fang.

Qin Zihao smiled and nodded, "Mm."

A joyful smile spread across Chen Ming's face, and he quickly said:

"That's great! With Professor Fang performing the surgery, the chances of success are even higher! It's also a perfect opportunity for me to observe Professor Fang's surgery up close and learn his minimally invasive interventional techniques. This is a rare chance!"

Xu Peng, who was standing next to him, looked on with envy when he heard this.

Professor Fang Deming performed the surgery on-site, and the opportunity to observe and learn up close was a dream come true for countless neurosurgeons. It was more valuable than any academic lecture or training session, and most people didn't even have the right to observe or get close to the operating table.

After hesitating for a moment, he could no longer suppress his inner desire.

"Director Chen, excuse me, but... could I also go in and observe Professor Fang's surgery? I promise, I'll just watch from the sidelines and won't disturb you at all."

Chen Ming glanced at him, shook his head slightly, and politely declined, saying, "I'm sorry, Professor Fang is the lead surgeon this time. Whether or not I can observe is not up to me; you'll have to ask Professor Fang himself."

He paused here, glancing at Qin Zihao intentionally or unintentionally, the meaning behind his words self-evident.

Xu Peng reacted instantly.

All the leading figures in the medical field present tonight were invited by Qin Zihao. If he were to speak up, Professor Fang would most likely give him face.

Thinking about how he had previously questioned Qin Zihao and repeatedly belittled and mocked him, Xu Peng felt extremely uneasy, his palms sweating profusely, fearing that Qin Zihao would reject him if he spoke.

But such a precious opportunity is right in front of us; missing it would be a regret for decades, or even longer.

Xu Peng turned to Qin Zihao, bowed deeply, and spoke sincerely.

"Young Master Qin, I'm sorry. I was blind to your greatness before and offended you many times."

"I really need this opportunity to observe Professor Fang's surgery. Please, please grant me permission to go in and observe. I promise I will not cause any trouble and will just quietly learn from the sidelines."

After he finished speaking, he looked up at Qin Zihao hopefully.

The Guo family members and Chen Ming and others around them all looked at Qin Zihao, waiting for his decision.

Qin Zihao chuckled twice, "Then just stand there like a block of wood and don't bother Professor Fang."

Xu Peng was overjoyed upon hearing this, and then thanked Qin Zihao, saying, "Understood, understood, thank you for your magnanimity, Young Master Qin!"

As he spoke, he strode into the emergency room, getting used to his wooden persona in advance.

Time flies, and two hours have passed.

Suddenly, a clear roar of propellers came from outside the car window, getting closer and closer.

Everyone looked out the window and saw a silver-white helicopter slowly descending and landing steadily on the rooftop opposite the hospital.

A robust middle-aged man stepped down; it was Professor Fang Deming.

A few minutes later, he came over from the opposite aisle. "Young Master Qin, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Qin Zihao nodded, "The patient doesn't have much time left, you should go and see him first."

"That's exactly what I was thinking." Fang Deming walked straight into the emergency room, and a commotion immediately broke out inside.

At this point, everyone in the Guo family breathed a sigh of relief.

Guo Fan stared intently at Qin Zihao.

"Brother Hao, you're my god!"

"No!" Qin Zihao waved his hands repeatedly. For a moment, he even wondered if Guo Fan was gay.

"Brother Hao, how can I repay you!"

Holy crap, are you serious?

Qin Zihao took two steps back and hurriedly said:

"Just treat me to a meal, and you can call Jiang Lei and Erniu out too. I have something I want to talk to you about."

Guo Fan patted his chest and said, "That's easy, I'll call them. But it's settled then, I'll pay for tonight's late-night snack."

Seeing that Guo Fan had returned to normal, Qin Zihao naturally agreed, "Okay, you're treating tonight."

Guo Fan randomly took out his phone and sent messages to the other two people, who replied instantly.

Jiang Lei: [Okay.]

Tuesday Bull: [OK.]

"Brother Hao, how about we go to that barbecue stall we used to frequent called 'Deliberately Considering Everything'?"

Guo Fan chose this barbecue stall because it held so many memories for them during their four years of university—sadness, sadness, and laughter.

"Okay." Qin Zihao felt a pang of nostalgia upon hearing the name for the first time.

After waiting for a while, Fang Deming came out of the emergency room and smiled at Qin Zihao:

"Young Master Qin, it's quite a coincidence. My latest research focuses on how to treat this kind of worsening intracranial hemorrhage, and we've come across this today. I'm about 80% confident about this surgery, so please don't worry."

If one understands the art of a doctor's speech, one will know that Fang Deming meant to convey absolute certainty.

"I have finalized the surgical procedure with Chen Ming and the team, and we will begin the operation immediately."

"Okay." After receiving Qin Zihao's reply, Fang Deming went back into the emergency room.

Guo's father pulled Guo Fan aside and whispered, "I'll transfer the money to you. Repay this Young Master Qin properly later, don't be stingy, understand?"

"I know, Dad."

The surgery went smoothly, and when Fang Deming came out again, he smiled and announced the good news.

"The patient is out of danger and will recover after one to two months of rest."

"Young Master Qin, I can't refuse your kind invitation. Let's review this case with our old friends first."

After saying their goodbyes, the group laughed and even Xu Peng quietly followed at the very back. He passed by Qin Zihao with a broad smile on his face, bowed again, and left with his seniors.

The Guo family members were completely relieved and thanked Qin Zihao once again.

"Hey Hao, let's go, I'll treat you to a late-night snack!"

-

"Kaolü Zaisan" is a night market stall next to a private third-tier college in Jiangbei. Because of its reasonable prices and the chef's perfect control of the heat, it attracts many college students who linger there.

At that moment, two stunningly beautiful young women were leisurely walking towards the nearly full barbecue stall.

One of them, with a pure and ethereal beauty, like a lotus flower under the moon, was named Bai Lingxi.

Another gentle, charming, and lovely woman, like a rose in the warm sun, is named Wang Zhaoyue.

Behind them followed two burly men in black suits, their imposing presence and aura of death and carnage were terrifying, silently deterring anyone who tried to approach the two girls from getting more than two meters away.

"Lingxi, did you watch the live stream tonight? That guy called Dream Bro is so cool," Wang Zhaoyue asked.

"What's so cool about him?" Bai Lingxi shook her head helplessly. What was so appealing about this kind of spoiled brat? She teased, "What, you like him?"

"No way." Wang Zhaoyue said helplessly, "I just feel that he is different from the other second-generation rich kids. They all act so arrogant and it's not genuine at all. Even Xie Mingqiu looks so old-fashioned and doesn't have the spirit of a young person. I hate it when he pretends to be mature in front of me."

Bai Lingxi sighed upon hearing this and held Wang Zhaoyue's small hand to comfort and console her.

"Moon, being born into this family is all fate, beyond our control. You have a long life ahead of you. If you continue to resist Xie Mingqiu, how will you live your life?"

Wang Zhaoyue pouted, her tone suddenly turning envious.

"Lingxi, I envy you so much. You can control your own marriage."

Bai Lingxi was puzzled. "Who said I could control my own marriage?"

Wang Zhaoyue stopped in her tracks, puzzled, and asked, "With your exceptional business acumen, how could Grandpa Bai not agree to you being with the person you love?"

Bai Lingxi calmly said, "I don't have anyone I like, don't talk nonsense. But my dad told me to go see Li Yi when I have time, you should know what that means."

"Oh? I thought your family would value your abilities and be reluctant to let you marry out," Wang Zhaoyue said with a wry smile. "It seems we're all the same."

"Yes, how can we possibly decide our own marriage?"

"By the way, didn't you come out this time to inspect and find suitable wealthy families to cooperate with? I think this newly established Qin family is quite good. I heard that the Qin family is having a banquet tomorrow. Why don't we go and take a look?" Wang Zhaoyue suddenly said with a smile.

"I think you just want to see that Dream Bro, right? You're just using me as an excuse." Bai Lingxi tapped her nose, then said calmly, "The Qin family offended the Yuan family and is no longer on my list of candidates."

"How about I take you to Shanghai tomorrow? There are lots of talented young people there. In the end, this Qin family that suddenly appeared is just a nouveau riche family. They won't exist after tomorrow."

"You just want to go to Shanghai to check out other wealthy families, right? I heard Chen Haoyu from the Chen family has made almost 10 billion in the past few years, and Ye Chen, the protégé of the Ye family, has seen the family's market value keep rising since he took over. These two are definitely on your list of targets, aren't they? Taking me to Shanghai is all a lie." Wang Zhaoyue shook the other person's hand petulantly. "Checking them out will only take a day or two at most. Let's go to the Qin family tomorrow to join in the fun, and then we'll go to Shanghai together the day after, okay?"

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you." Bai Lingxi said, "You're still spoiled by your family. You don't go out much and haven't seen many real young masters from wealthy families. How could a real young master appear in a place like Jiangnan Province?"

"I just thought he was handsome and was considering whether to lend him a hand when he was down on his luck!" Wang Zhaoyue snorted.

Bai Lingxi covered her mouth and joked:

"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say. Let's go to the Qin family first to see your favorite Dream Bro! I'm waiting for you to put on your 'beauty saves the handsome guy' act!"

"What if the Qin family pulls through?" Wang Zhaoyue said casually.

Bai Lingxi said with certainty:

"Unless something unexpected happens, you, as a fellow ancient family, should know how powerful the Yuan family is. A newly emerging powerful family like the Qin family could be brought to ruin and collapse in an instant with just a flick of the Yuan family's finger. They simply cannot withstand the Yuan family's blows."