Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 399: Surgery with a Low Success Rate

Chapter 399: Chapter 399: Surgery with a Low Success Rate

Considering the age and health of Old Master He, this heavy burden naturally fell on Bai Wei, since the caretaker hired for He Xing couldn’t replace a family member.

She had kept vigil by He Xing’s side for almost ten hours until He Xing woke up and all his vital signs stabilized. Only then did she hand He Xing over to Liang Tao.

Upon hearing this, the expression in He Xing’s eyes softened a bit. He turned his head to look at Liang Tao, "Send Bai Wei a message. Once she has rested, ask her to come see me immediately."

Liang Tao hurriedly agreed, feeling a significant portion of that suffocating pressure on him lifted. He could finally breathe freely. Inferring from one thing to another, he said, "Mr. He, rest assured, if there are any updates regarding Miss Fu Han or Master Ji, I will inform you immediately."

He Xing didn’t speak, but Liang Tao felt the temperature in the ward rise a notch, sensing that his words had hit the mark.

Just as Liang Tao was about to say something else—actually, he wanted to inquire about that project. Although he couldn’t tell He Xing about the failed bid, he could still ask for He Xing’s opinion on the project, which would undoubtedly be beneficial and harmless for Old Master He to clean up the mess.

But unfortunately, before Liang Tao had the chance to speak up, Xia Ning had arrived.

As soon as Xia Ning saw He Xing, she was all tears and snot. If not for Liang Tao’s intervention, she probably would have cried nonstop on He Xing’s body to express her concern for him.

Seeing Xia Ning’s as-if-the-sky-were-falling appearance, Liang Tao felt truly distressed. After getting permission from He Xing, he went outside. With two nurses present, there was no way Xia Ning could do anything to Liang Tao.

...

CEO Office of Huangpu Group.

After Mr. Huangpu finished a phone call, Lady Huangpu coincidentally pushed the door open and entered.

She looked at her husband and couldn’t help but ask, "Honey, is there any news from Su Cheng?"

"Him? He’s already in M Country. By now, he should be with Fu Han. You don’t need to worry," Mr. Huangpu said, returning his gaze to the computer screen in front of him.

He was very close to the computer, and the light from the screen reflected off his face, casting a blue-white light that made his complexion appear pale and a bit ghastly.

Lady Huangpu stared at her husband from in front of the computer desk for a while, feeling the person before her both familiar and strange. She never had this feeling before, but now it was becoming more and more intense.

When they took over Huangpu Group, the company seemed very glamorous, one of the four big families of A City. But in reality, the Huangpu Group was like a dead but unyielding worm.

During their decades of struggle, the progress of Huangpu Group had been evident. It had already surpassed the Li Family to become the second-largest family.

Actually, Lady Huangpu thought the current state of Huangpu Group was very good, but Mr. Huangpu didn’t think so. He wanted to make Huangpu Group the number one family of A City during his tenure.

A few years ago, Mr. Huangpu’s strategy was to avoid direct conflict with He Group; thus, the business scope of Huangpu Group did not significantly overlap with that of He Group. But now...

At this thought, a worried look crossed Lady Huangpu’s face. She coughed to draw Mr. Huangpu’s attention, "Husband, how did your collaboration talks with Lixing go?"

"The status quo is a win-win cooperation." Mr. Huangpu smiled, his smile lightening the somber coldness on his face, making him seem a bit more humane, "Today, we successfully landed a project that He Group was bent on getting—a project worth several billion. Snatching it right from the jaws of a tiger, it feels very good."

"I’ve looked into that project," Lady Huangpu’s face showed an unmistakable worry, "but we have never undertaken a similar project before. This project is too big, I’m afraid we can’t handle it."

"Lixing has already thought this through for us. Xia Group has extensive experience in this area. We can give them a share of the profits based on their technical contribution," Mr. Huangpu said, laughing especially heartily, although his smile had an indescribable, slightly smug flavor.

...

Expert clinic of a hospital in M Country.

The doctor held a thick stack of medical reports in his hands, examining them with utmost care, as if fearing he might miss any detail.

Almost twenty minutes had passed, and aside from the occasional question from the doctor, no one else had spoken a word.

Fu Xingbo, Bai Qian, and Fu Han, each of them held their breath as they watched the doctor, their faces showing undeniable concern.

Finally, the doctor put the thick stack of reports on the table and after thoroughly examining Fu Han’s face, he said with a serious tone, "Miss Fu Han, I have never encountered a situation like yours before. I only have a thirty percent chance of restoring you to your original state with surgery."

"What if we don’t do the surgery?" Fu Xingbo asked anxiously, only now realizing that his forehead was already beaded with sweat.

"Not do the surgery?" The doctor’s fingers unconsciously tapped on the desk, his tone extraordinarily slow, "Without surgery, at best you can maintain the status quo. At worst, the asymmetry between the left and right sides of your face will get more and more pronounced."

The examination room fell into an intense silence. They looked at each other, and finally, Fu Xingbo patted Fu Han’s shoulder, "Xiaohan, I think no matter what, this is your life. You need to make your own choice. But regardless of what you decide, I will always be your strong supporter."

Fu Han picked up a small mirror from the doctor’s desk and looked at her own face. Even though she wore her hair down today to lessen the disharmony of her cheeks, the asymmetry was still obvious.

She asked herself, could she really look at her face every day like this? The answer was no.

"I’ll have the surgery," Fu Han heard her own voice, echoing as if from an empty valley, repetitively like a loop machine, "No matter the outcome, I can bear it. Please do your best, Doctor."

"Good, Miss Fu Han, I admire your courage," said the doctor as he began to operate the computer, "I’m going to arrange your hospital admission now. Your surgery is scheduled for two days from now."

Until Fu Han sat in her hospital gown on the hospital bed, she still felt like she was in a dream. It had been less than twenty-four hours since her plane landed, and yet her surgery was already scheduled?

Well, a high efficiency was a good thing as she did not have time to think about all sorts of things, nor did she have time to consider various messy matters.