"Huangfu Lin?" Chen Fan frowned slightly.
Da Xiong explained, "I was at the hospital, but I just received a call from an unknown number. The person directly said he was Huangfu Lin and wanted to meet you. We can arrange the time and place."
After saying this, Da Xiong noticed an outsider in the office, bruised and battered.
"Brother Xiong, this kid offended Brother Fan," Liang Chao quickly explained, noticing Da Xiong's gaze.
"Then why are we keeping him? Drag him out and throw him in the river to feed the fish," Da Xiong waved his hand and ordered.
However, before Liang Chao could act, Zheng Bokai's eyes went black, and he fainted from fright.
"Damn it, with this kind of courage, he still dares to hire assassins. Truly pathetic," Liang Chao cursed and kicked Zheng Bokai.
Chen Fan glanced at the unconscious Zheng Bokai. "Throw him out."
"Brother Fan, aren't you going to do anything? He hired someone to kill you," Liang Chao made a throat-slitting gesture.
Chen Fan chuckled playfully. "He's just an ant. Putting his company on the port's blacklist would be more effective than killing him, wouldn't it?"
"Right, right. If their boss finds out about this, they probably won't need us to do anything; their boss will deal with him," Liang Chao said, then went to the door and called a few young men in to drag Zheng Bokai out of the port.
Seeing everyone leave, Da Xiong came to the desk. "Brother Fan, our conflict with the Huangfu family is irreconcilable. His sudden request to meet you must have a hidden agenda. Perhaps we should refuse?"
Chen Fan stroked his chin. "Huangfu Lin is Huangfu Qin Yuan's elder brother, and their relationship has always been strained. I'm curious to see what Huangfu Lin wants to discuss with me."
"Arrange it. Tomorrow noon, we'll meet at Yue Wang Tower."
"Yes, Brother Fan. I'll arrange it now," Da Xiong replied.
"You should go back to the hospital to accompany Sister Cui. Leave these matters to others," Chen Fan reminded him.
"This Huangfu Lin is known for his ruthlessness and treachery. I wouldn't feel at ease leaving it to others," Da Xiong replied with a smile and then left the office.
Hearing this, Chen Fan didn't try to persuade him further, as caution was always wise.
Not long after Da Xiong left, Chen Fan didn't linger at the port. After understanding the port's operational procedures, he drove back to the hospital.
As soon as he arrived at the hospital, Luo Xixi, who had heard the news, rushed into Chen Fan's consultation room excitedly.
"Master, that's great! I don't have to go on blind dates with that kid anymore!"
Chen Fan was looking at patient records when he looked up at the excited Luo Xixi. "Oh? Congratulations."
"Master, did you find someone to teach that kid a lesson?" Luo Xixi asked, curiously scrutinizing Chen Fan.
"No," Chen Fan shook his head.
He was telling the truth; he hadn't sent anyone to trouble that kid; the kid had come to him.
Thinking about the dramatic performance that idiot had put on in his office today, Chen Fan couldn't help but laugh.
He had never seen such a foolish and oblivious person.
"That's not right. My dad just said that kid was beaten so badly he was unrecognizable. His father has been begging my dad to let them off, and he even said they'd give discounts on medical equipment to our hospital in the future," Luo Xixi said, scratching her head in confusion.
"Since no one is holding you up, why aren't you getting back to work? If I see you slacking off again, I'll tell your dad to arrange another blind date for you," Chen Fan glanced at Luo Xixi.
Luo Xixi stuck out her tongue and fled Chen Fan's consultation room as if escaping.
Seeing this, Chen Fan smiled helplessly and continued looking at the patient records on his computer.
However, before Luo Xixi could leave the consultation room, she collided with Zhao Qianqian, who was rushing in.
"Ouch!" Luo Xixi cried out, nearly falling to the ground from the impact.
Zhao Qianqian also clutched her injured spot in pain, but she couldn't afford to worry about that now. She quickly said to Chen Fan, "Director Chen, a patient has just been transferred here, and the preliminary diagnosis is a ruptured aorta!"
"Where is the patient?"
"They've already been sent to the intensive care unit for emergency treatment."
Upon hearing this, Chen Fan immediately stood up from his chair and strode out of the consultation room.
Zhao Qianqian and Luo Xixi followed behind Chen Fan towards the intensive care unit.
On the way, Zhao Qianqian briefed Chen Fan on the patient's condition.
"The patient was just transferred from Kyoto. They said the medical expenses in Kyoto were too high for their family to afford. They heard our hospital could treat difficult diseases, so they transferred here. They arrived this morning, and unexpectedly, there was a problem within a few hours."
"What is their condition?" Chen Fan asked.
Zhao Qianqian shook her head apologetically. "We don't know yet."
"You don't know?" Chen Fan looked at Zhao Qianqian in confusion.
"Master, I know about this patient too. They were just transferred, and the scheduled tests haven't been done yet," Luo Xixi quickly explained for Zhao Qianqian.
"Notify the operating room. Operate immediately," Chen Fan frowned and ordered, changing direction towards the operating room.
"Master, don't we need to do any tests? We don't know the situation, and operating rashly now is dangerous," Luo Xixi pressed.
"A ruptured aorta, where do we have time for tests? Hurry and notify them, and take the patient straight to the operating room for surgery!" Chen Fan ordered again.
"Yes!" Zhao Qianqian did not dare to delay and quickly ran towards the intensive care unit.
After changing into surgical scrubs in the changing room, Chen Fan had already entered the operating room.
Zhao Qianqian was also busy preparing the surgical instruments.
At this moment, the operating room door was pushed open, and a tall, young man was wheeled in, accompanied by Zheng Hairong.
"Director Chen, the patient's condition is very critical. Their blood pressure and heart rate have dropped to zero once, and now they are completely relying on medication to maintain them. I'm afraid..." Zheng Hairong trailed off, knowing that Chen Fan understood what he meant.
Chen Fan looked at the patient, and as he saw the internal situation, his expression gradually turned grim.
Because he already knew the patient's condition.
"Marfan syndrome," Chen Fan blurted out.
"Marfan syndrome?" Zheng Hairong and the others were stunned and looked at the patient in surprise.
They were naturally aware of this rare disease, which required the replacement of all the patient's aortic blood vessels with artificial ones.
However, they were more curious as to how Chen Fan could tell at a glance that this patient had Marfan syndrome.
"Prepare for surgery. Prepare an 85-centimeter artificial aorta," Chen Fan instructed.
The group worked together to lift the patient onto the operating table.
"Beep—!"
At that moment, the young man's monitor emitted another alarm.