As bright as a star: Madam, she is an almighty little princess

"Of course not." Qi Huaili waved his hand quickly, "I have witnessed your abilities with my own eyes. Even I feel ashamed. Otherwise, I would not be able to invite you to China over and over again."

"It's just that the participants in this project are all elderly experts, and you don't want to reveal your identity. Although I can let you participate, I'm worried that if there is no introduction, I might let you in for a while. After a while, I couldn’t get to the core of the project, and even if my son went there, he could only work on the fringes.”

"Since Qi Yuan said so, I guess this introduction has been found for me." The girl said calmly.

"Hahaha." Qi Yuan smiled heartily when he heard this, "This is natural."

"The Affiliated Hospital of BGI currently has a patient with a brain injury. The success rate of surgery is only 25%, and the survival rate of conservative treatment is less than half a year." Dean Qi helped the sliding frame. "Doctors from major hospitals have conducted several joint consultations, but because the other party is an old man of the Jiang family, no one dares to take the initiative to take the operation. The Jiang family is still considering it."

"Send me the case."

"I just sent it to your email before you came in." Qi Yuan raised his head and gestured to Ling Qi's cell phone on the table.

Ling Qi raised her eyebrows slightly, with a look of understanding. She picked up her phone and looked at it carefully. There was silence in the box.

After a while, Ling Qi put down her phone.

"How about it? How sure are you?"

"Ninety percent, if you want to save your life, you have to have surgery." His tone was normal, as if he was asking what he would eat tomorrow.

Upon hearing this, Qi Yuan nodded with a smile on his face, looking understanding.

"I will communicate with the family and if they agree, we will perform surgery as soon as possible."

The meal lasted for nearly an hour. The two of them walked to the door of Jinshan Pavilion. Ling Qi told Qi Yuan that she was picked up by someone and she should go first.

The moment he turned his head, he glanced at a black figure not far away to the side, walking towards Jinshan Pavilion with steady steps. At this time, Ling Feng's car had stopped in front of him.

On the other side, Qi Huaili also saw the person coming and rushed to greet him. As a person of my father's generation, when I saw this person, I still nodded and asked: "Pei Shuai."

The man stopped, his fierce aura made people afraid to make mistakes, and he nodded in agreement. "Qiyuan."

Then he glanced at the figure that had just disappeared.

"Inviting guests?"

"Yes, a little friend came to the capital to catch the wind and wash away the dust."

After a brief greeting, Qi Yuan left and walked to his car. After all, not many people dared to chat with this man.

This is Pei Yanxing, the head of the Pei family, the most aristocratic family in the capital, who has just taken office in the past two years. He is a man of military, political and business prowess. He is ruthless and leaves no room for action.

After a while, the man opened the door and walked into the VIP box on the top floor of Jinshan Pavilion. When he saw people coming in the box, they all greeted him: "Brother Pei."

The man sat down at the main seat, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal his strong forearms, took the cigarette from the person next to him, picked up the black gold lighter on the table and lit it, and leaned lazily on the back of the chair to exhale a wisp of white mist.

"What are you calling me for?"

"Brother Pei, I heard that your old man and the reclusive old Chinese medicine doctor are old acquaintances. It is said that the old doctor Si has superb medical skills. Can you help me get some information from the old man?" Jiang Sheng smoked a cigarette with peach blossom eyes. He looked like his usual self and said with a sneer, "At least the old man still treats me sincerely. I'd better fight for him if possible."

The man lit the cigarette ashes: "I asked the old man. There has been no news about Mr. Si since he went into seclusion. No one knows his whereabouts in the past ten years. It is not yet known whether he is alive or not."

"Someone has heard the news that the elusive tired bird in the past two years has the same medical skills as Mr. Si back then. It is guessed that he should be his apprentice. I will try my best to help you find his whereabouts, but your grandfather's illness has delayed It won’t be long.”

Jiang Sheng's eyes darkened and he took a long puff of cigarette.

"If the project team at Hospital 171 performs the surgery, the success rate is about 35%. It depends on whether you are willing to take a gamble."

After hearing this, Jiang Sheng thought for a while.

"Instead of receiving conservative treatment and lying unconscious in bed for several months, it is better to give it a try." Another man beside him said. The scar on the left eyebrow cut off his eyebrow, adding a touch of fierceness to the already strong facial features. It did not affect his appearance, but seemed to add a touch of modification to his three-dimensional and handsome face.

"Brother Chen is right." A handsome and slightly unruly boy agreed. He seemed to be younger than the others.

"Brother Jiang, from a doctor's point of view, surgery is recommended. Although surgery has two outcomes, at least there is a chance of success. It is better than those who have no chance of surgery."

While everyone was talking, a sudden phone ringing sounded. Jiang Sheng picked up the phone and called: Qi Huaili.