The Invincible Supreme Medical God-Chapter 114 - 113: I Love Making Bets the Most

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The red-faced elderly professor frowned and said, "Since it’s heart failure, the most effective treatment option is heart transplant. Although heart transplant is not a routine treatment for heart disease, it is undoubtedly the most effective means to save the lives of end-stage heart disease patients and improve their quality of life."

"However, heart transplant is the most difficult among all organ transplants. Last year, there were only over a hundred heart transplant cases in the entire country."

Professor Huang also chimed in, "The biggest challenge lies in this: the transplant can only rely on hearts donated by brain-dead patients, and the still-beating organ needs to be preserved in a refrigerator and immediately delivered to the recipient for surgery."

"Exactly." Another doctor agreed, "Healthy hearts from brain-dead patients are already rare, and those willing to donate while alive are even fewer. Considering the issues of successful matching, the difficulty becomes even greater."

"Actually, even if there were a suitable donor, President Liao couldn’t undergo a heart transplant." Gao Ming continued his report, "Aside from his congenital heart disease, he’s been dealing with pathological obesity caused by long-term diabetes, making him unfit for heart transplant surgery."

"Why didn’t you mention that earlier!" The hot-tempered red-faced professor shot Gao Ming an annoyed look, then made his verdict: "A fifty-eight-year-old patient, suffering heart failure due to congenital heart disease, compounded by pathological obesity from diabetes—this person’s condition is beyond saving. Let the hospital handle it; no point in convening a consultation."

Just as the red-faced professor finished speaking, the office door was forcefully pushed open. A lavishly dressed lady rushed in, her face anxious and her voice trembling as she begged, "Doctors, I beg you! Please save my husband..."

"Mrs. Liao, you’re surely aware of your husband’s condition..." The red-faced professor, with a mournful expression, spoke solemnly to Mrs. Liao, "After our expert consultation, the conclusion... is that it is truly beyond recovery... If President Liao has any unfulfilled wishes, please make haste to fulfill them..."

"No..." Mrs. Liao looked utterly despairing, on the verge of collapse.

Xia Rou stepped forward and helped her sit down, offering comfort, "Mrs. Liao, birth, aging, sickness, and death are natural parts of life. Please accept it with grace..."

"Could it be..." Mrs. Liao clung to a shred of hope and muttered, "Could it really be that there isn’t even the slightest chance?"

The seven or eight experts and professors present all silently shook their heads.

Just as Mrs. Liao was utterly broken and abandoned all hope, a burst of laughter suddenly rang out nearby, "Saying you’re a bunch of incompetent physicians, you’d still deny it. The man could clearly live for another twenty or thirty years, yet you claim he’s beyond saving. Truly laughable."

Everyone turned to stare at Yan Xiaobao, who wore a mocking expression.

Mrs. Liao, as though grasping at a life-saving straw in her desperation, hurried over to Yan Xiaobao, clutching his hands tightly, "What did you say? Are you saying... my husband... still has a chance?"

"Mrs. Liao, don’t listen to this kid’s nonsense. He’s not even a member of our expert group." Gao Ming stepped forward and pointed toward the red-faced professor, saying, "Professor Wang is a renowned expert in cardiovascular diseases in the country, and even considered a national authority on the subject. If he says there’s no cure, then no matter which hospital you go to, you’d get the same result."

The ray of hope that had just flickered in Mrs. Liao’s heart was swiftly snuffed out by Gao Ming’s blunt words.

Yan Xiaobao’s tone was bold, but his young appearance made him seem anything but a doctor. Moreover, Gao Ming had pointed out that he wasn’t part of the expert group. If even Professor Wang deemed it incurable, how could he possibly outshine Professor Wang?

"If I say there’s a cure, then there’s a cure. Don’t believe it? Fine." Yan Xiaobao tossed out the words, grabbed Xia Rou’s hand, and was ready to leave. "Rourou, let’s go home and sleep."

Gao Ming’s eyes flashed with a trace of jealousy as he suddenly spoke, "Alright then, since you’re so confident, why not give it a try. But if you fail to cure President Liao, what will you do?"

Yan Xiaobao snorted, "Such a simple condition—I couldn’t possibly fail to cure it."

"Talk is cheap. Do you dare make a wager with me?" Gao Ming took slow steps forward, leading Yan Xiaobao into his trap.

"A wager? Sure! How do you want to bet?" Yan Xiaobao readily agreed; he loved when others gambled against him, especially since he was sure to win.

Gao Ming’s gaze quickly swept over Xia Rou before he revealed his true intentions, "If you lose, you must sever your relationship with Doctor Xia!"

"Oh?" Yan Xiaobao narrowed his eyes, clearly understanding Gao Ming’s designs on Xia Rou, but he wasn’t the least bit concerned. After all, losing was not an option.

"And if I win? What will you do?" Yan Xiaobao countered.

"If you win?" Gao Ming hadn’t considered the possibility but after thinking it over, said, "If you win, I’ll serve you tea and wine, apologize publicly, and even acknowledge you as my master!"

"Pfft!" Yan Xiaobao scoffed at Gao Ming, "You wish! I’d never take such a dull pupil!"

"You..." Gao Ming was instantly fuming.

He hailed from a prestigious family of physicians in Jiangnan, so how could he ever bow to someone else as a student? His suggestion had merely been a passing remark since he didn’t believe there was any way Yan Xiaobao could cure President Liao.

"Then you tell me—what do you propose?" Gao Ming, desperate to lure Yan Xiaobao into the bet, placed himself on the chopping block.

Yan Xiaobao thought for a moment, then asked, "Do you have a beautiful older sister? Or younger sister?"

Xia Rou immediately rolled her eyes; she knew exactly what Yan Xiaobao was scheming.

"I have a younger sister..." Gao Ming warily stared at Yan Xiaobao, "What are you planning?"

"Is your sister pretty?" Yan Xiaobao pressed.

"Of course she’s pretty!" Gao Ming’s face was suddenly full of pride. He was fairly handsome himself, but his sister had been gifted with even greater beauty.

"Is she as pretty as my Rourou?"

Gao Ming took a closer look at Xia Rou, "Close enough."

"Got a photo? Let me see." Yan Xiaobao was the kind of person who wouldn’t move without assurance, and he certainly wasn’t going to take Gao Ming’s word for it.

"Would I lie to you? My sister, Gao Jing, was even the campus belle of the Traditional Medicine Academy back in the day!" Gao Ming said, pulling up pictures on his phone to prove his sister’s beauty.

The woman in the photo was indeed breathtaking, with delicate features capable of enchanting anyone. Her skin was white as snow, her eyebrows elegantly drawn, neither too tall nor too short, neither thin nor heavy. The only flaw was a trace of melancholy and apathy that showed on her face, yet her allure remained undeniable.

"Not bad, not bad. She’s indeed as stunning as my Rourou." Yan Xiaobao grinned gleefully, "Alright, let’s bet on this: If I can’t cure the patient, I’ll do as you say and sever my ties with Rourou. If you lose, then you’ll give me your sister as my wife!"

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