Zhang Jiacheng was sent to Renmin Hospital for treatnt. After a thorough examination, it was discovered that he had a heart problem.
The hospital provided two treatnt options.
First, conservative treatnt, which would be fine for a year or so.
But if the condition escalates to an uncontrollable level, he would need a heart transplant to sustain his life.
Moreover, as the condition would be severe by then, and bodily functions would decline, the surgery’s success rate would be quite low.
Second, aggressive treatnt, which ans undergoing a heart transplant now; as long as he continues dication afterward, he can essentially lead a normal life.
If opting for conservative treatnt, it can be managed at Renmin Hospital.
If opting for aggressive treatnt, Renmin Hospital can’t handle it.
Currently, the most competent hospital in the country for this is Longi Hospital; to ensure a high success rate, it’s best to transfer him to Longi Hospital for treatnt.
Zhang Zhengjun didn’t hesitate at all and imdiately transferred his son to Longi Hospital.
In the evening, just as Yang Chen was about to sleep, Chen Chunlan called him.
Chen Chunlan: "Chenzi, the hospital called in the afternoon, asking to go for a checkup tomorrow. Yanni is in Hengdian and can’t co back. Are you free tomorrow? Can you accompany to the hospital for the checkup?"
Yang Chen: "Sure. I’ll pick you up at eight in the morning."
Chen Chunlai: "Ah, okay, okay. Thank you, Chenzi."
Yang Chen: "Teacher Chen, there’s no need to be formal with ; just let know if you need anything."
Early in the morning, Yang Chen got up to pick up Chen Chunlan and then took her to the hospital for a checkup.
While Chen Chunlan was undergoing the checkup, Yang Chen went to Dean Chen Changqing’s office.
Chen Changqing was thrilled and quickly got up to greet him and offered him his executive chair.
Chen Changqing quickly disposed of the garbage tea and prepared the finest Da Hong Pao tea for Yang Chen.
The two chatted as they drank.
Yang Chen: "How’s the hospital’s performance recently?"
Chen Changqing: "Not bad. Yesterday, the son of the CEO of Jiacheng Investnt was transferred to our hospital; he needs a heart transplant. Currently, in the country, our hospital is the most capable, and we can also bring in foreign specialists for the surgery and match hearts globally. Zhang Zhengjun said he’ll spare no expense for his son’s surgery."
Yang Chen put down his teacup with a smile and said, "What a coincidence? Take to see him."
Chen Changqing nodded and quickly led Yang Chen to Zhang Jiacheng’s ward.
At this mont, Zhang Jiacheng was lying on the hospital bed, staring blankly.
His parents were guarding by the side.
When Zhang Zhengjun saw Yang Chen coming, he imdiately rushed over excitedly.
Chen Changqing quickly stopped him, warning, "Chairman Zhang, calm down, don’t act rashly!"
"It’s all your fault! You made my son like this!" Zhang Zhengjun pointed at Yang Chen and shouted.
Chen Changqing: "Chairman Zhang, don’t bla others indiscriminately. Your son’s heart condition has nothing to do with others!"
Zhang Zhengjun: "If it weren’t for him, my son wouldn’t have collapsed."
Chen Changqing: "Then you should thank Mr. Yang even more. If he hadn’t caused your son to collapse, you wouldn’t have discovered it."
Huh?
This angle was quite tricky, leaving Zhang Zhengjun with nothing to say.
Zhang Jiacheng sat up and angrily said, "Yang Chen, don’t be too complacent; the feud between us isn’t over."
Yang Chen: "You’re right, the feud between us isn’t over. Dean Chen, make sure to actively search for a heart donor. Oh, by the way, how much will the surgery cost?"
Chen Changqing: "If we successfully find a heart, the cost when Young Master Zhang is discharged would be around 5 million."
Yang Chen: "Five million, okay, I understand. I hope your family can co up with that much money when the ti cos. Dean Chen, we are a profit-driven hospital, not a charity organization. If they can’t afford the dical fees, even if we find a heart, we can’t proceed with the surgery. Understood?"
Chen Changqing: "Understood! Mr. Yang, rest assured, we never do unprofitable business."
That’s right, in Longi Hospital, treating illness and saving lives is a business; this is a truth everyone knows.
If you have money, co; if you don’t, don’t bother.
It’s been this way for years, and no one can change this rule.
Yang Chen smiled and said to Zhang Jiacheng, "I won’t drive you out since the hospital can’t refuse to admit patients. Good luck."
Zhang Jiacheng: "Who do you think you are? Why would you drive away?"
Yang Chen turned and left.
Chen Changqing said sternly, "He’s the third largest shareholder in Longi Hospital Group, more important than the top two shareholders combined. Why do you think he can drive you away?"
The Zhang father and son were shocked; how could Yang Chen possibly be the third largest shareholder in Longi Hospital Group?
Zhang Jiacheng: "Are you joking? How could he beco the third largest shareholder of Longi Hospital?"
Chen Changqing: "Ha... Does Young Master Zhang think I need to joke about such matters? Consider yourself lucky that Mr. Yang doesn’t hold it against you. However, you heard him earlier; if you can’t pay the dical fees when the ti cos, even if we find a suitable heart, we won’t proceed with the surgery. Got it?"
After saying that, Chen Changqing left angrily.
Zhang Jiacheng lay back down, looking defeated and completely dispirited.
He never imagined that there would be a day when his life and death would be in Yang Chen’s hands.
Zhang Zhengjun quickly said, "Son, temporarily set aside the feud with him. Getting your illness treated is important, everything else can be dealt with later."
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