Big Shot's Sweetheart Shocked the World Again!-Chapter 815: How Fierce Can They Be? Are They Going to Eat Us?

Bai Fei wiped his nose and finally gave it some serious thought: "Success rate... I think it’s just about fifteen percent. Half a percent if heaven opens its eyes, and ten percent for him doing good deeds..."

Bao Gucheng snorted coldly: "Quack doctor."

"Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Bo, I’m serious! Most people wouldn’t dare perform this surgery, for sure they’d tell you the success rate is zero. There’s a reason I said that, ah, hang up on me again, Mr. Bo you’re getting more heartless!" Bai Fei looked at the phone, filled with resentment.

When he looked up, Bai He was heading out again.

"Hey, hey, wait, sis how can you be so heartless too, you haven’t told me Little Fairy’s dorm room number yet? Or just tell me which building and I’ll lay in wait!"

Bai Fei didn’t bother with Bao Gucheng’s problem and anxiously reached out to grab his own sister, "If I hadn’t searched all the dorms at the History College and still couldn’t find Little Fairy, I wouldn’t be pestering you, sigh, wait for me..."

"No time! I’m going to work!" Bai He laughed, running faster than a rabbit.

Bai Fei muttered: "What work, isn’t it just cooking, really, is it more important than finding Little Fairy? No way, I need to apply to teach at the History College, they might need a medical lecturer, right?"

== 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

After Bao Gucheng hung up Bai Fei’s call, he consulted several medical experts.

The answers had slight differences, but most shared the same judgment on the Old President’s condition: "Even though the surgery has a chance for awakening, the odds are far too small, just one or two out of ten, the risk is really huge!"

Almost no one dared to support the Old President in undergoing a brain surgery to repair the damaged nerves.

But if they keep postponing the surgery, as Bai Fei said, it’s just dragging time along, no different than giving up life, waiting as the body runs out of fuel, leading to natural death.

If so, why not take the gamble?

That’s the logic, but no relatives were willing to take on the responsibility of signing for the surgery.

Bao Gucheng pondered for a long time and instructed: "Contact the Old President’s family, return to the capital tonight, I will talk to them individually."

The responsibility they refuse, he accepts!

The signature they won’t sign, he signs!

The consequences, he bears!

The hint the little woman gave him, he must hold tightly.

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Qingcheng University.

In Zuzi Xi’s single room dorm.

Xi Rubao was helping her organize the military training supplies just handed out.

A huge woven bag, inside were uniforms for military training, a canteen, rubber shoes... even one of those really old-fashioned enamel food bowls!

Xi Rubao sorted and complained at the same time: "Sis, this military training uniform fabric is too rough, wouldn’t my skin be rubbed raw after a few days? Oh my, how am I supposed to wear these rubber shoes, what era is it that we still have to wear such dreadful shoes! I might have underestimated the intensity of the training, later it’s not about whether I turn darker, but with this thick hat all day, will I end up with a rash on my head, wailing..."

Wu Qianman was worried about something else: "When I just picked up the supplies, I heard from the girls in the next building that this year the drill instructors are very fierce!"

Xi Rubao was not concerned: "How fierce can they be, can they eat us up?"

Wu Qianman had a slightly serious expression: "Heard they’re all legit from wild training bases, have been on real battlefields, super strict, definitely won’t just go through the motions, train us casually and call it a day, afraid we’ll shed a layer of skin in training... Babe, you still have time to worry about whether the clothes will rub your skin, I think you should worry whether your short legs will end up limping from running..."