The poor husband I picked up turned out to be from a wealthy family

Chapter 643 Surgery Must Be Performed as Soon as Possible

After Yan Bei and Liu Xiaopeng finished eating.

Shen Qing said, "Yan Bei, brother, I'll go to the company first. Since you two are here, the company can't be empty. I'll keep an eye on it."

Liu Xiaopeng said, "Sister-in-law, thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard. We are all family. Isn't this what we should do?"

After saying that, Shen Qing walked away.

In the corridor outside the ICU, the pale light dazzled the floor. Yan Bei sat on a cold bench, his eyes fixed on the closed door. Beside him lay a crumpled tissue, the mark left by his repeated, unconscious movements in anxiety. It had been over a dozen hours since his father was admitted to the ICU, and every minute and every second was torture for him.

His brother comforted him.

"Xiaobei, I know you're upset, and I'm upset too, but it's something we can't change. All we can do is pray that Dad wakes up soon."

"Yeah." Yan Bei adjusted his mood after hearing his brother's words.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps shattered the silence. A doctor hurried over, his face solemn, beads of sweat beading on his forehead, and the medical records tightly clutched in his hands. Seeing this, Yan Bei and Liu Xiaopeng abruptly stood up and rushed to the doctor, their eyes filled with anxiety and anticipation.

"Doctor, how is my father?" Yan Bei's voice trembled a little. He was afraid to hear the answer that he was unwilling to face.

The doctor took a deep breath and said seriously, "Mr. Yan, your father has suddenly fallen ill again in there, and his condition is extremely critical. The only way to treat him now is to perform surgery immediately, otherwise his life will be in danger."

Yan Bei felt a buzzing in his head, as if struck by a heavy hammer. His legs gave way, and he nearly fell to the ground.

Liu Xiaopeng supported him, then looked at the doctor, his voice pleading: "Doctor, what is the success rate of the operation? Are there any risks?"

The doctor frowned and said truthfully, "Mr. Yan, surgery itself carries certain risks. Your father's condition is quite complicated. He already has a history of heart disease, and this new condition has suddenly occurred. The success rate of surgery is about 30%. But if he doesn't have surgery, he might not even have that 30% chance."

Yan Bei and Liu Xiaopeng were stunned for a moment, their minds in a mess. A 30% success rate meant that there was a 70% chance that their father would not be able to get off the operating table.

Yan Bei's palms were sweating, and he was struggling with pain in his heart. How could he bear to watch his father take this risk? But if he didn't have the surgery, there would be no hope for his father.

"Doctor, can you think of other solutions? Can you invite more authoritative experts to consult?" Yan Bei asked unwillingly.

The doctor shook his head helplessly: "Mr. Yan, time is running out. It's too late. Our hospital's team of experts has already held an emergency consultation and unanimously agreed that surgery is the only solution. If we delay any further, the situation will worsen."

He looked at his brother, Liu Xiaopeng, "What should I do, brother?"

"Xiaobei, don't panic. Let's discuss it."

The doctor said, "Then you need to discuss it as soon as possible. The optimal time for surgery cannot exceed ten hours."

"Good doctor."

Liu Xiaopeng helped Yan Bei sit on the chair.

"Xiaobei, can you contact a doctor abroad as soon as possible?"

Yan Bei's eyes suddenly widened. Yes, now he could contact doctors abroad to see if there was any good solution.

He suddenly remembered a cardiologist he had met abroad.

He nodded. "I'll call now."

"it is good!"

He decided to contact top cardiologists abroad.

Yan Bei quickly dialed an international number, his fingers trembling slightly as he pressed the dial button. Every ping of the busy tone on the other end of the line felt like a hammer hitting his heart. Finally, the call was connected, and a voice in English with a slightly foreign accent came from the receiver.

"Hello, are you Professor Robert? I'm Yan Bei, the president of Yan Group." Yan Bei tried his best to keep his voice calm, but the barely perceptible hint of anxiety still revealed his current mood.

Professor Robert on the other end of the phone seemed a little surprised. After a brief silence, he politely responded, "Hello, Mr. Yan. What can I do that the president of Yan Group can personally call me about?"

Yan Bei took a deep breath and got straight to the point: "Professor, my father has suffered a severe heart attack and requires immediate surgery. Although the medical team in China has done their best, the surgical risk is still very high. I have heard that you are a leading international heart specialist with extensive experience and outstanding achievements in complex heart surgery. I implore you to come to China and perform the surgery on my father."

Robert hesitated for a moment and said, "Mr. Yan, my recent schedule is very full, and a cross-border operation involves many complex issues. It is not something I can decide lightly."

Yan Bei's heartbeat quickened. He knew he couldn't let this opportunity slip away. "Professor, I understand your concerns. But I'm willing to provide you with every possible convenience."

"As for expenses, no matter how much, I'm willing to cover them. I'll take care of all your team's round-trip transportation, accommodations, and other expenses. Furthermore, I can coordinate with the country's top medical resources and fully cooperate with your work."

Professor Robert on the phone hesitated.

"Of course you can. But first, please send me your father's medical records and examination reports. I need to evaluate them now."

"Okay, Professor Robert, but you have to do it quickly. Doctors back home say the surgery should ideally be within ten hours. Please, please save my father," Yan Bei's voice held a hint of pleading, a rare trait for the usually domineering Yan Bei. But in this moment, for his father's life, he was willing to set aside all his pride and dignity.

"Don't worry, Mr. Yan. Let me evaluate the report first. I'll contact you later."

"Okay, thank you so much, Professor Robert."

After Yan Bei hung up the phone, he sent his father's medical records and examination reports to Professor Robert.

Liu Xiaopeng, who was standing by, watched his operation nervously. "Xiaobei, what do the foreign experts say?"

"Professor Robert said we should evaluate the information before making a decision."

"Okay. Believe me, Dad will be fine."