The tumor in Feng Shuqing’s brain is quite large, not to ntion its special location, and it’s surrounded by nerves.
Being careful during the surgery is not enough. It’s impossible to remove that tumor without touching the nerves.
The so-called over ten percent success rate ntioned by the attending physician is considered pretty optimistic given the current state of dical developnt.
Actually, this success rate of over ten percent is almost equivalent to none.
This ti, Qiann Yan indeed felt very troubled. She had to use all her skills to estimate the possibility of surgical success.
Feng Shuqing had already been transferred to the hospital where Qiann Yan worked. Every day, Qiann Yan would bring a group of students to observe her and discuss her condition in various ways.
Feng Shuqing was very scared every day. She already knew that almost no one dared to operate on the tumor in her brain. Even her attending physician suggested conservative treatnt; if she were to undergo surgery, there was a high chance that she would die or beco a vegetable.
All of Feng Shuqing’s hope was with Qiann Yan. Even though Qiann Yan would co in every day with a cold face and a group of people, she still greeted them with a flattering smile.
As ti passed day by day and no treatnt plan was settled, she beca even more afraid.
She approached Qiann Yan, wanting to grab her hand, but Qiann Yan dodged. She could only lean against the bedside and say to Qiann Yan, "Qiann Yan, as long as you can cure , I’ll give you all my assets, leaving only basic living expenses and a place to live."
In the face of life, money had beco unimportant.
Now she even thought that if she gave the Feng Family to Qiann Yan, it might develop even better.
Feng Qianyan was still her daughter. She had worked hard all these years and should step back to enjoy life.
She suspected that she had developed a tumor in her brain because she had worked too hard without enough rest.
Qiann Yan: "I’ve never believed what you’ve said. I’ll try my best to treat your illness. The tumor in your brain is very interesting, and I’m very curious about it."
Qiann Yan discovered that this tumor was very different from those she had encountered before.
However, Feng Shuqing found no comfort in this. She was still uneasy.
Recently, she had nightmares every night, dreaming of her tragic death on the operating table and of her becoming a vegetable.
She was utterly terrified.
"I’ll transfer the properties to you first, okay? I’ll have the secretary co over tomorrow. I’ll only keep one house and money for future living, and give everything else to you," Feng Shuqing said excitedly. "Qiann Yan, you’re my daughter. You must take these; they’re yours eventually."
Qiann Yan listened with an indifferent expression, completely unmoved. At this mont, Feng Shuqing was making decisions out of fear of death.
If she really recovered, she definitely wouldn’t be content.
Feng Shuqing had calculated very well. She was a doctor, busy treating patients and studying new things. How could she have ti to manage a broken company?
Once the other party recovered, wouldn’t the company fall back into her hands?
By that ti, not only would Feng Shuqing be healthy, but the world would also know that her relationship with her daughter had improved, especially since she accepted those assets.
So, wouldn’t outsiders show so leniency towards the Feng Family?
Even if she didn’t manage the company, as long as it was under her na, Feng Shuqing would still benefit from it.
Initially, she wanted to watch Feng Shuqing ruin the company herself. Yet, here the other party was, scheming even with a brain tumor, orchestrating such a move to calculate against her.
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