He Lost

Jiang Yutong said coldly, "The patient inside is my grandfather. There’s no need for you to trouble yourself, Doctor Li."

"While Lin Xuan was performing the surgery, you were of no help at all. Since you’ve already left the operating room, I don’t see any reason for you to go back in now."

Li Fang now realized he might lose the bet and be forced to leave the medical field—an outcome he found unbearable.

He might even tamper with her grandfather’s condition.

She had to keep an eye on him to ensure he wouldn’t harm her grandfather.

Jiang Manting, thinking along the same lines, added, "That’s right, Doctor Li. Please wait outside until Lin Xuan finishes the surgery."

Unable to enter, Li Fang could only stay in the ward, silently praying.

Lin Xuan must not succeed.

Lin Xuan must never succeed!

Suddenly remembering something, Li Fang took out his phone and sent a message.

He absolutely could not leave the medical profession!

Inside the operating room, Lin Xuan worked with intense focus.

The nurses handed him tools while he carried out the procedure.

Another hour passed.

Lin Xuan, drenched in sweat, finally set down his instruments.

He let out a deep exhale.

At last, it was a success.

The brain tumor pressing on the nerves had been a delicate operation—one wrong move could have been disastrous. His mind had been completely absorbed in the task.

Now, it was finally over.

Lin Xuan removed his gloves and stepped out of the operating room.

Jiang Yutong rushed forward anxiously. "Mr. Lin, how is my grandfather?"

Lin Xuan nodded. "The surgery was successful. Your grandfather has fully recovered. He just needs two weeks of rest now."

"That’s wonderful!" Jiang Yutong exclaimed, her eyes brimming with tears. "Lin Xuan, thank you for saving my grandfather."

Lin Xuan then turned to the hospital’s dean. "Dean Chen, you can send someone to check on Mr. Jiang’s condition—to confirm whether he’s out of danger or even fully recovered."

"That way, we can settle the bet, right?"

"Of course," Dean Chen agreed. "I’ll arrange for an examination immediately."

One of the leading medical experts present spoke up. "I’ll do it."

"Very well," Dean Chen nodded.

The expert promptly entered the ward.

Li Fang wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He had almost forgotten—Lin Xuan hadn’t just claimed the surgery would succeed, but that the patient would fully recover.

Mr. Jiang had suffered from this illness for over twenty years. How could it possibly be cured so easily?

He would just have to wait and see.

Soon—

Half an hour later, the medical expert emerged from the ward.

His face was alight with excitement. "Incredible! Absolutely incredible!"

Hearing this, Li Fang’s heart sank.

Staggering forward, he grabbed the expert’s arm. "Director Wang, Mr. Jiang’s condition has only improved slightly, right? He hasn’t fully recovered, has he?"

If there was even the slightest lingering issue, then the bet would still be his to win!

Director Wang frowned and pushed Li Fang away before addressing the dean.

"How is Mr. Jiang? Speak quickly!" Dean Chen urged.

"He’s fully recovered," Director Wang announced with a smile. "His body is completely restored. All his vitals are normal—he’s just a little weak."

Jiang Manting and Jiang Yutong, hearing this, were overcome with emotion.

Tears welled in Jiang Yutong’s eyes. "Sister, did you hear that? Grandfather is cured. He won’t die so soon now."

"Yes," Jiang Manting replied, her voice choked with emotion.

While everyone else celebrated the news of Mr. Jiang’s recovery, Li Fang stood frozen, his face as pale as paper.

"This… this can’t be," he muttered. "Mr. Jiang’s condition was terminal. How could he possibly be out of danger, let alone fully recovered? Impossible!"

He pointed accusingly at Lin Xuan. "You—!"

Then, he turned his finger toward Director Wang.

"And you! You must have conspired to deceive everyone! Mr. Jiang isn’t really cured!"

"Yes, that has to be it!"

If that were true, then he hadn’t lost the bet—and wouldn’t have to leave the medical field!

Director Wang, offended by the accusation of collusion, strode forward and threw the medical reports at Li Fang.

"Here are Mr. Jiang’s test results. If you have any doubts, see for yourself!"

Li Fang scrambled to pick up the reports, frantically scanning them for any irregularity.

If even one brain tumor-related metric was abnormal, it would mean Lin Xuan had lost!

Meanwhile, Lin Li, who had been watching from the shadows, paled just like Li Fang.

He had expected Lin Xuan to kill the old man—but instead, he had actually cured him.

Not only had Lin Xuan not angered the Jiang family, he had earned their gratitude as their savior.

Damn it!

Since when had Lin Xuan become so skilled? Since when did he know medicine?

Lin Xuan, sensing a hostile gaze, frowned and looked around—catching a fleeting glimpse of Lin Li before he disappeared.

His brows furrowed.

Wasn’t that Lin Li?

What was he doing here?

But now wasn’t the time to dwell on that. His focus was on Li Fang.

It had been a while since he’d toyed with someone, and he was itching for it.

During his last visit to the Shang organization, he had hoped to indulge in some brutal satisfaction by taking them apart.

But then Hua had tied him to the bed during one of her episodes, leaving him helpless.

He hadn’t gotten the chance to act then.

Now, while Li Fang was just a minor nuisance—not worth beating up—he could at least torment him mentally.

"Li Fang," Lin Xuan said with a faint smile, "you’ve lost. Shouldn’t you be kneeling to give me three kowtows now? And then leave the medical field?"

"Kowtows? Medical field? Lin Xuan, what are you talking about?" Li Fang feigned ignorance.

Even if denying it meant angering the Jiang family, he couldn’t afford to leave medicine. Without it, he’d have nothing.

Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow.

So, Li Fang was trying to weasel out of it.

Dean Chen frowned. "What’s this about kowtows and a bet? Explain."

Lin Xuan replied, "Dean Chen, before the surgery, Li Fang and I made a wager. If Mr. Jiang fully recovered, he would kowtow to me three times and leave the medical field. If I lost, I would do the same—and hand over the Tianmu Group to him."

"There was such an agreement?" Dean Chen’s expression darkened.

If true, he would have no choice but to dismiss Li Fang.

Li Fang was a competent doctor, and losing him would be a shame—but he couldn’t risk offending the Jiang family or Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan had just cured Mr. Jiang. A talent like that was worth currying favor with—maybe even recruiting for the hospital!