Masterful Miracle Doctor

Even under the highest magnification of the surgical microscope, the retinal nerve that Lin Jie saw was only about two or three times thicker than a strand of hair.

He needed to first cut off the atrophied end of the retinal nerve to expose a fresh wound surface, then cautiously pull over a strand of optic nerve fiber for anastomosis, and use a specially formulated quick-setting biological adhesive to fix the connection point.

Throughout the process, Lin Jie's entire body had to remain motionless, relying solely on the subtle movements of his fingers to manipulate the fine surgical instruments and complete the operation.

This was truly a case where a tiny deviation could lead to a major error.

Should Lin Jie even slightly move excessively, the custom-made microsurgical forceps in his hand would stray out of the microscopic surgical field, wasting all the preparatory work that had been done.

Performing this surgery, Lin Jie felt immensely grateful to have a set of finely detailed ophthalmic surgical instruments gifted by Wang Feizhang.

It was precisely with this complete set of tools, refined to the 10-micron level, that Lin Jie could successfully proceed with the surgery.

With the advancement in medical research, especially into the realms of genetics and molecular science, the reliance on various diagnostic test data, medical devices, and instruments has become increasingly critical.

Lin Jie, with his talent, had to admit that without these auxiliary pathological analysis data and various device and instrument support, he would be helpless against most diseases.

After anastomosing another optic nerve fiber and retinal nerve, Lin Jie slightly flexed his stiff body, then once again concentrated fully on anastomosing the next pair of nerves...

"Dad, Kemeng, do you think it looks good?"

Having put on a black cocktail dress and matching shoes delivered by the store's staff, An Kexin twirled around in front of An Weize and An Kemeng.

"This is the outfit I prepared especially for next weekend's charity auction gala."

An Weize examined his elegant eldest daughter, who was as graceful as a black swan, and earnestly said, "It's more than just good-looking; you are naturally suited for clothes and look good in anything."

"Hehe, thank you, Dad. What do you think, Kemeng?"

An Kemeng casually glanced at her and then at An Kexin's shoes, remarked offhandedly, "The dress is very nice, you're beautiful in it, just that the heels are a bit low, you should pair it with high heels."

An Kexin bent each leg in turn and admired the shoes, "The heels are just right; they are comfortable for me."

After hearing this, An Weize jealously commented, "What you mean by just right is that you considered that brat, afraid you'll look too tall and make him feel uncomfortable."

"Dad!"

An Kexin adorably exclaimed, sat beside An Weize, wrapped her arms around his, and coquettishly said, "Regardless of my relationship with Lin Jie, you will always be my most beloved father."

"In my heart, Lin Jie can only rank behind you."

An Kemeng, feeling slightly unhappy, joined in teasing, "Sister, what about me; do I rank behind Brother Lin in your heart?"

"Go... go, don't take things so seriously and cause trouble!"

An Kexin chided An Kemeng lightly, then continued, "Dad, I have good news for you."

"Chief Editor Xiang Rong of the 'Clinical Medicine' journal, at Lin Jie's request, sent a list of doctors who wish to change jobs."

"There are twenty-three names on this list."

She excitedly said, "I never imagined that the chief editor of a medical journal would have such vast connections."

"Even if only half, or a quarter, of these people finally agree to join Anlin Hospital, my workload will be much reduced."

Upon hearing this, An Weize was also quite pleased and nodded, "The introduction from someone like Chief Editor Xiang, a seasoned industry expert, should have a high success rate. This is a cause for celebration."

"This truly is wonderful news, let's have a toast to celebrate."

Hearing this, An Kemeng jumped off the sofa, ran to the wine cabinet while shouting, "I'll do it, I'll get the wine!"

When she returned, she was holding a half-bottle of red wine, a wine opener, and three wine glasses.

An Kexin glared at her and said, "Kemeng, you're still young, and you're thinking of drinking?"

"I'll only drink half a glass, not too much."

An Kemeng deftly used the wine opener to pull out the cork, somewhat defiantly saying, "Don't think I don't know, you secretly drank family wine when you were even younger than I am now."

Hearing this, An Kexin's face turned stern.

Yet, An Weize dotingly said, "Kemeng isn't too young anymore; she can drink a little red wine. Drinking a bit won't harm her in the future."

An Kemeng proudly smiled at An Kexin, picked up the bottle, and started pouring wine.

She kept her word, pouring a full glass for An Weize and An Kexin and only half a glass for herself.

Just then, a phone on the coffee table vibrated.

An Weize picked up the phone, looked at it, and chuckled, "The Luo Group will purchase the plot on Construction Road in the Lower District, planning to build a skyscraper combining a five-star hotel, super five-star office building, luxury apartments, and upscale shopping venues."

An Kexin, puzzled, said, "That section of Construction Road in the Lower District doesn't quite qualify as Binhai's urban subcenter; it's not very suitable for a landmark skyscraper."

An Weize, speaking with melodic ease, "That's because Luo Wantong has no other choice."

"A more suitable and better plot of land, he can't buy it right now. Unless he's willing to wait longer, and who knows how long that will be."

"Dad, did you take action?" An Kexin realized something.

An Weize shook his head, chuckling lightly, "I don't have that kind of power, just going with the flow and exerting a little effort."

"The Luo Group came aggressively, like a dragon crossing the river, so naturally, the local players united to teach them a lesson. To make him understand, no matter how strong the financial backing is, he can't do whatever he wants."

An Weize continued, "If I'm not mistaken, the Han Family must have put in quite an effort behind the scenes."

An Kexin had a moment of realization and agreed, "Given the old grievances between the Han Family and the Luo Family, even after all these years, it's unlikely for the Han Family to lower their guard and welcome the seemingly unfriendly Luo Family."

"It's only natural that they've set some obstacles for the Luo Family's projects."

She sighed, "Phoenix Mountain Hospital and Tongren Hospital West Branch are both secondary businesses for the two families, while Anlin Hospital is fundamental to us."

An Kexin spoke worriedly, "Dad, I've initially confirmed that Phoenix Mountain Hospital has indeed recruited some reputed and prestigious expert doctors from various European and American countries."

"So it seems, their target clientele is the wealthy and capable high-end crowd who might go abroad for treatment."

"This overlaps somewhat with our customer base, and we might face some impact."

An Weize waved his hand gently, comforting her, "No worries, as long as they don't hire world-class doctors of Lin Jie's level, our impact won't be significant."

"Don't forget, Ah Jie is a world-class all-round doctor. Phoenix Mountain Hospital needs to invite at least seven or eight doctors of this level to compete with us."

He said confidently, "They don't have that kind of connection or strength."

"Ah Jie's level determines Anlin Hospital's standard, and also affects the public's perception and view of Anlin Hospital."

"When the time comes, we just need to heavily advertise the challenging surgeries Ah Jie has completed, which others can't, and that will be enough."

An Kemeng, who's already drunk half of her glass, loudly said, "Dad, sister, isn't there often a scene in movies where someone challenges the establishment? We can challenge the hospital."

"For places like Phoenix Mountain Hospital, if they advertise hiring some amazing foreign experts, just find a really difficult patient for them. If they can't treat it, let Brother Jie handle it."

An Kexin said proudly, "Brother Jie has never failed anyone he's taken over."

An Weize laughed heartily, saying, "Though it's a bit ruthless, it's indeed not a bad idea."

His laughter suddenly stopped, and after pondering for a moment, he said, "Kemeng's words reminded us."

"Kexin, we need to guard against some hospitals using this method, colluding with patients to target us, indirectly belittling Ah Jie to promote their own treatment level."

An Kexin nodded seriously, "Dad, I'll be careful in responding to the sneaky tactics from competitors, not giving them any chance."

Watching the mature and confident An Kexin, An Weize felt comforted but suddenly remembered something, reminding her, "Kexin, your uncle told me that under your aunt's strong request, your cousin will return next month to attend your cousin's wedding."

"This girl has always liked competing with you, keep it in mind."

An Kexin snorted, eyes glinting, "In the past, she competed with me, and I let her be, as a sister not taking it seriously. If she dares to compete for things she shouldn't this time..."

"I'll let her know the consequences of crossing the line..."

Lin Jie meticulously reattached each of the retinal nerves with optic nerve fibers.

Suddenly, Lin Jie felt a blur in front of his eyes, his vision turned hazy.

He couldn't help blinking, and when his vision cleared again, he found the microsurgical knife had left the surgical view.

Lin Jie realized he had depleted his energy and spirit to a certain extent, and the surgery couldn't continue.

He looked up at the time; the clock showed it was five fifty-one in the afternoon.

This timing made Lin Jie's heart sink.

The surgical timing started from nine twenty-seven in the morning and lasted until now, totaling eight hours and twenty minutes.

But according to Lin Jie's estimation, he could have pushed for more than ten hours.

Lin Jie has performed a considerable number of surgeries.

The discrepancy between his actual surgical time and estimated time usually controlled within twenty minutes, whereas this time it exceeded an hour and a half.

Such a carefully prepared surgery should not have such a large discrepancy in time estimation, Lin Jie thought.

Was it inaccurate grasp of his physical condition?

Or did he underestimate the body's wear and tear from this surgery?

Or perhaps, was it due to other reasons?

Lin Jie silently asked, "Sister Lanruo, did you sense any subtle irregularities in the heart?"