I listened to my sister's words today.

And…” He paused, his eyes swept across everyone’s faces, and his tone became heavier.

"With my current physical condition and tolerance, it's hard to say. The success rate of surgery... is less than 30%."

Thirty percent! Several gasps of air suddenly rang out in the reception room.

Old Man Wen's body swayed, and his eyes instantly turned red.

“Mr. Jiang, my grandson is only six years old…he’s still so young!”

Jiang Ling didn't say anything, but just put the two comparison pictures on the projection screen.

The projection screen lit up, and a clear contrast picture was projected onto the wall.

On the screen, the structure of a normal heart is clearly marked, with left and right sides clearly distinguished.

The left atrium, left ventricle, right atrium, right ventricle, aorta and pulmonary artery are like transportation hubs, maintaining the orderly flow of blood.

The left atrium and left ventricle are the main forces supplying oxygen to the whole body, pumping oxygen-rich bright red blood to every corner of the body through the aorta.

The right atrium and right ventricle send venous blood carrying carbon dioxide and metabolic waste into the lungs, where it is "reprocessed" through the pulmonary artery and turned into fresh arterial blood.

However, another image is filled with an eerie tension: a twisted heart appears, like a collapsed building, its structure chaotic and its lines messy.

Click on the projection, the screen will be enlarged, and the anomaly will be even more shocking.

The aorta and pulmonary artery of this heart "swapped positions". The aorta, which should have connected to the left heart and supplied oxygen to the whole body, was actually connected to the right ventricle.

However, the pulmonary artery, which is responsible for draining venous blood, is strangely attached to the left atrium.

What is even more suffocating is that there is a shocking "gap" between the left and right ventricles - ventricular septal defect.

"look here."

Jiang Ling pointed the laser pointer at the location of the gap.

"The blood is mixing here."

That simple sentence hit me like a hammer in the chest.

"I'm sure the doctors at other hospitals have told you this too."

"The mixing of arterial and venous blood causes the oxygen content of the blood delivered to the entire body to drop sharply, turning it into hypoxic blood."

The annotations on the screen show that this blood circulation not only fails to provide enough oxygen to the organs.

"Long-term insufficient blood oxygen levels can cause organs to age at any time, leading to shortness of breath, pale skin, and cold limbs."

The medical record clearly states: three attempts at corrective surgery, none of which were successful.

There was silence in the reception room, and the air seemed to have solidified into lead.

"If it were in other hospitals, I'm afraid there wouldn't even be a 10% chance of success in this situation."

"The surgical options I can think of right now only have a 30% success rate, and that's under the best-case scenario."

"Even so, this is the best option."

“The specific plan still needs to be counter-judged by the team and can only be finalized after confirmation.”

"The medical plane will arrive the day after tomorrow, but the airport can only land in Beijing."

"The patient's physical condition does not allow for a long journey. Please arrange the flight as soon as possible."

After saying that, he took out a pen from his breast pocket and snapped the pen cap lightly, breaking the silent air.

He tore off a piece of sticky paper and quickly wrote an address on it in strong and powerful handwriting.

"Tomorrow morning, bring your grandson to Kyoto Hospital."

As he said that, he handed over the paper.

"It also depends on the patient's real-time examination results."

When Mr. Wen heard the words "there is still hope", tears welled up in his eyes and his tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

He nodded repeatedly, his voice trembling a little: "Thank you so much... Thank you! Thank you!"

Jiang Ling waved her hand, apparently unconcerned with the gratitude: "No need to say that."

The subject suddenly changed, and his voice lowered, but it still held a sharp edge, his tone so cold it was frightening.

"Just deal with what you promised as soon as possible."

There was a clear hint of swordplay in these words.

The meaning is simple, if you dare to threaten me with the little guy again...

"Of course, Mr. Jiang."

"However, we also need a copy of that lady's information."

Jiang Ling's eyes were as calm as ice, and she slowly reached into her bag.

He took out the USB drive, placed it calmly on the table, and gently pushed it towards the other person with his fingertips.

"It's all in there. Photos, fingerprints, even some basic background information."

Mr. He seemed to be relieved, but Jiang Ling's next words made him nervous again.

"As for assisting with the development of pharmacokinetics, we have two options for you."

Jiang Ling's tone was calm, but it was like a heavy hammer falling.

"The first option is to continue cooperating as before and advance the project step by step."

"The second option is to provide you with a research project that you can master quickly."

"However, the first batch of assisted research and development will be stopped immediately, and all experimental samples and data will be fully recovered."

Old He frowned unconsciously and the smile on his face became stiff.

Obviously, this sudden decision caught them off guard.

He swallowed hard and spoke.

"Um... Mr. Jiang, can we wait until the information card is handed over to us before replying?"

"After all, this matter is of great importance, and we need to hold an internal meeting to discuss it before we can give you a reply."

Jiang Ling didn't say anything else, but just nodded slightly to show her agreement.

At this moment, a last ray of sunset glow filtered through the curtains of the room. The orange-red light sprinkled on the table, making the USB flash drive even more eye-catching.

He Lao noticed Jiang Ling's gaze out the window and suggested, "The sun is about to set. Mr. Jiang, why don't you stay for a quick meal? The food is ready. How about we eat and chat?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the restaurant next door was pushed open, and light filled the entire room.

The aroma of the dishes instantly hit my nose. Although they were just some home-cooked dishes, they were still delicious.

Mr. He, who was in the lead, invited everyone to take a seat and spoke enthusiastically.

"You're welcome. Let's talk it over tonight, and things will go more smoothly."

Several people sat down one after another. The atmosphere seemed relaxed, but everyone knew deep down that tonight's table was more than just delicious food...

At the same time, Yun Yiruo's small figure nestled in her sister's arms, with a tired but satisfied blush on her little face.

His breathing was even and he was sleeping soundly, obviously very tired.

Jiang Ling raised her hand and gently smoothed her hair, a hint of tenderness appearing at the corner of her mouth, completely different from the coldness she had just shown during the negotiation.

The old man and the old lady sat happily not far from the dining table, their eyes fixed on the little fox in Jiang Ling's arms.

Jiang Ling also saw it and handed the little fox in her arms over, "It should have finished eating. I leave it to you!"

"Ah...I'm done eating!"

The old lady quickly reached out and took the little one who was sleeping soundly.

"Mr. Yun, do you live in the Second Ring Road? We'll be on our way there later, so I can take you there!"

When the old man heard it, he immediately understood what I meant and nodded with a smile.