Masterful Miracle Doctor

After finishing his work at the hospital, Lin Jie got into the car.

He instructed to go home, then took a scalpel out of his pocket, skillfully twirling it between his fingers.

It was a short-handled scalpel.

To prevent it from cutting through his pocket, the scalpel blade was encased in a transparent hard plastic cover.

Since coming back from Guangshen, Lin Jie had kept such a scalpel in his pocket.

Having this scalpel on him gave Lin Jie a sense of reassurance.

At this moment, Qin Gang, who was driving, suddenly spoke up, "Lin Jie, didn't you ask me to get in touch with some comrades a while back?"

"Yes, how did it go?"

Lin Jie put away the scalpel, sighing, "The hospital is bustling with people, you could say it's a place with all sorts running through."

"Currently, the doctor-patient relationship is a bit tense, a security team with strong fighting abilities is needed."

Qin Gang drove onto the overpass, "A few comrades will come over next month, one reason is to attend my wedding, and also to conduct an onsite evaluation of the hospital, by then..."

Lin Jie nodded, saying, "I'll talk to Kexin and Dean Gong, we'll make the necessary arrangements."

Just then, Lin Jie received a call from An Weize.

Once connected, An Weize's voice came through, "Ah Jie, is it convenient for you to take a call now?"

Lin Jie softly replied, "On my way home, it's convenient, Uncle An, just tell me what it is!"

"Hmm, it's like this."

An Weize explained over the phone, "I have a business partner who heard from somewhere about your extraordinary skill in cosmetic surgery."

"He specifically sought me out, hoping you'd perform cosmetic surgery for his young girlfriend."

"Young girlfriend?" Lin Jie echoed.

"Yes, young girlfriend!"

An Weize also repeated, explaining, "This guy is over fifty, and his young girlfriend is only in her twenties, at most not exceeding thirty."

"However, this guy's wife passed away more than a decade ago, and he never remarried."

"So, one could say this girl is his young girlfriend, not a mistress or lover or anything like that."

Lin Jie let out a sound of comprehension, somewhat puzzled, "Uncle An, is your business partner dissatisfied with his young girlfriend's looks?"

He then quickly asked, "This guy must be quite wealthy, right?"

"For someone like that, wouldn't it be simpler to find a more beautiful girlfriend?"

"Why go through the hassle of having me perform cosmetic surgery on his young girlfriend?"

An Weize let out a light snort, saying, "What nonsense are you thinking?"

"I know a bit about this partner, he's not the type to fool around."

"He's asking you to perform surgery, not because he's unhappy with his young girlfriend's appearance, but because she doesn't resemble a certain person enough."

"What do you mean?" Lin Jie's confusion grew bigger.

An Weize sighed over the phone, saying, "This guy and his wife started from scratch, going through hardships together as a faithful couple."

"Only when the business succeeded, his wife left the world due to a severe illness."

"For so many years, this guy has been raising kids alone, focusing on his career, until he met his young girlfriend."

An Weize said with some emotion, "He said that day, the young girlfriend came to apply as an assistant, and he was captivated the moment he saw her."

"Just because, the girl bore a 30-40% resemblance to his late wife."

"He hired her on the spot."

"In subsequent interactions, he found that his young girlfriend not only had work ability, but also shared traits in conduct, personality with his late wife."

"In his words, the stagnant heart lake finally rippled again."

"And so, the two got together."

This nostalgia-triggered transference is common in life.

Lin Jie didn't have much doubt about this melodramatic May-December romance, once again asking, "Uncle An, your partner wants to surgically make his young girlfriend resemble his late wife..."

He asked in surprise, "Would his young girlfriend be willing to agree?"

"Many people wouldn't want to live under the shadow of an ex-girlfriend or boyfriend."

"And your partner is going further, wanting to alter his current girlfriend to look exactly like his late wife."

An Weize somberly responded, "Since this guy came to me, he must have gotten the girl's consent."

"Perhaps, love is blind, love makes one lose oneself."

"Or maybe..."

"The young girl agreed not for love..."

At this point, An Weize impatiently asked, "Ah Jie, you're just a doctor, why inquire so much?"

"I'm just asking you if you can do this cosmetic surgery? Do you want to take it on?"

Through surgery, making someone more beautiful or handsome.

This is relatively simple for a cosmetic surgeon.

However, completely modeling someone after another's likeness is exponentially challenging and often results in failure.

Lin Jie found himself intrigued, wanting to challenge such difficulty.

He pondered for a moment and said, "Uncle An, I'm actually quite interested in taking on this kind of cosmetic surgery."

"However, I need to have a private conversation with that young lady friend before I can finally decide whether to take it on or not."

"Alright, I understand. I'll relay your opinion to that person."

Just as the call was about to end, Lin Jie impulsively blurted out, "Uncle An, you must really miss Auntie, don't you?"

"For so many years, you've always been alone!"

As soon as he said this, Lin Jie regretted it deeply, wishing he could swallow the phone in his hand.

Darn it, how did I wind up bringing up such a melancholy topic?

As he was filled with embarrassment, An Weize's calm voice came from the phone, "What good does missing her do? She can't come back anymore."

Lin Jie daringly continued, "Uncle An, you're not that old now, haven't you thought about finding someone new?"

"Hmm, with my physical condition, I don't want to burden anyone else!"

The call was abruptly disconnected, and looking at the phone, Lin Jie felt a sense of relief.

Finally, this topic was finished.

Oh...

Lin Jie suddenly realized something, An Weize said "don't want to burden anyone else," not "don't want to find someone new."

The difference in wording was intriguing.

He hurriedly found An Kexin's number and dialed it.

Just as it was about to connect, Lin Jie suddenly canceled the call.

In matters like this, he's just a son-in-law. An Kexin and An Kemeng might not want a stepmother, so it's best not to meddle.

Today is Wednesday, which is also the day for the gathering.

Lin Jie returned home to find that quite a few people had already arrived.

Some were busy washing and cooking, others were chatting and laughing, and watching everyone enjoy themselves, Lin Jie was also very happy...

The next morning, in Zhuang Shilei's hospital room.

Today was the day when Zhuang Shilei's stitches were to be removed, and the room was already crowded with many people.

Shilei's parents, her uncle's family, her aunt's family, and her relatives from her maternal uncle's side were all there. Basically, all the close family members had come.

Everyone was very happy, with genuine smiles on their faces.

The cautiousness they usually had, afraid of saying something that would touch on Shilei's sorrows, was completely gone.

Some even made jokes with Zhuang Shilei.

The reason was that they had all seen Shilei's face.

Though there were still some bruises around the wound and the stitches hadn't been removed, the beauty was enough to amaze everyone.

Zhuang Shilei responded to her relatives' questions somewhat absent-mindedly, but her eyes occasionally glanced towards the door.

At this moment, a nurse walked in and called, "Zhuang Shilei, it's time to remove your stitches, follow me to the medical room!"

Shilei hurriedly got off the bed, accompanied by her mother, and went with the nurse to the medical room.

There, she saw a female doctor sorting the medicines on the surgical tray.

Zhuang Shilei knew her; she was Lin Jie's student, Fang Huanru.

"Dr. Fang, where's Expert Lin? Isn't he coming?"

Fang Huanru chuckled lightly, "Such a small matter as removing stitches, there's no need to trouble my teacher. I can do it for you."

"Take off your hospital gown and lie on the bed. I'll first remove the stitches on your body."

A deep disappointment flashed in Shilei's eyes, and she silently followed Fang Huanru's instructions, removing her clothes and lying on the treatment bed.

Fang Huanru gently peeled off the breathable medical tape from her wound and started removing the stitches and applying medication...

As she began to remove the stitches on her face, Shilei's mother, Lin Ruoyi, softly asked, "Dr. Fang, usually at this time, the main surgeon would do a check to see if there's any need for minor cosmetic adjustments..."

Fang Huanru continued to remove stitches, saying, "My teacher said that with this surgery, he has already achieved perfection, and no further adjustments are needed."

"After removing the stitches today, you can be discharged..."

Walking out of the treatment room, Lin Ruoyi held Shilei's hand and said to her, "Leilei, he is a doctor, you're a patient, and your relationship is simply that of a doctor and patient."

"Expert Lin is very clear on this. He has no other intentions, I'm certain of it."

"Moreover..."

Lin Ruoyi sighed and said, "He already has a girlfriend."

As Shilei's mother, Lin Ruoyi was keenly aware of her daughter's feelings.

What young girl doesn't harbor romantic thoughts?

Lin Jie is a renowned doctor, very handsome, and he was the one who bestowed Shilei her beauty.

If Lin Jie didn't already have a girlfriend.

If it weren't evident that Lin Jie didn't have any special intentions towards Shilei.

Lin Ruoyi would not only not oppose but would even strongly support Shilei's feelings...

Zhuang Shilei squeezed her mother's hand tightly and whispered, "Mom, I understand. I just wanted to thank Expert Lin in person."

"I know where we stand, really..."