"Mr. Yan, I'm willing to take the risk!"
Yan Feifan arrived at Pan Lirong's hospital room. Hearing him state his position so directly, he was pleased, yet also a little puzzled.
"Mr. Pan, have you really made up your mind?"
Pan Lirong, propped up in his hospital bed, nodded and said, "I've made up my mind. I won't change it."
He then slowly explained, "I'm a man who believes in fate."
"Our first meeting was quite dramatic."
"Your sister was driving you, and she nearly sent me and Mr. Yue flying."
"The second time we met, my condition was rapidly worsening and I was losing hope. That's when you brought me a new sense of it."
"Now that I think about it carefully..."
Pan Lirong recalled the events, raised an eyebrow, and said, "It's as if heaven itself specifically sent you to me!"
He chuckled and said, "I once heard a joke."
"It's about a very devout man who believed in God."
"One day, there was a great flood, and he was trapped on his roof. He was sure God would come to save him."
"Just then, a small boat came by."
"The person on the boat told him to get in, but he refused, saying, 'God will surely come to save me.'"
"The small boat left, and then a large ship came."
"He refused again, insisting that God would come to save him."
"The water was about to submerge the roof when a helicopter arrived and lowered a rope for him."
"He still didn't take it, saying, 'God will definitely save me!'"
"In the end, the man drowned."
"After he died, he went to heaven, met God, and demanded..."
"'I believed in you so much, why didn't you come to save me?'"
"God said, 'I sent the small boat, the large ship, and the helicopter to save you, but you refused them all!'"
After hearing the joke, Yan Feifan began to understand the man's mindset.
'He's starting to believe in fate.'
This was a common phenomenon among patients with serious illnesses.
They would turn to believing in gods or Buddha, becoming exceptionally devout.
Others became keen on releasing captive animals, hoping this act would reduce their sins and allow them to recover.
Doctors generally didn't intervene in such cases.
Spiritual strength was a kind of strength, after all.
Having something to believe in and the will to live was always better than giving up the fight and passively waiting for death.
'As for him seeing me as a messenger sent by heaven to save him,' Yan Feifan thought, 'medical staff are often called "angels in white." Being seen as a messenger from heaven is fitting enough.'
He listened with a serious expression as Pan Lirong continued, "Actually, ever since I found out about the tumor, I've been hoping for a miracle every single day."
"If I'm like that man on the roof, refusing this and refusing that, how could a real miracle ever happen to me?"
Pan Lirong met Yan Feifan's gaze and said in a solemn voice, "Mr. Yan, my choosing your surgical plan isn't just about believing in fate."
"Mr. Lo went from opposing and scorning your proposal at the beginning to now accepting it and even participating. That alone is enough to prove that your plan is feasible."
Pausing for a moment, Pan Lirong took the cup of water his wife handed him, took a sip, and cleared his throat.
"Peking Union in the north, Xiangya in the south."
"I also used my connections to contact that doctor Mr. Lo mentioned last night, Ma Peilin."
"After he heard about your proposed plan, Mr. Yan, he said that it's theoretically feasible."
"But he also said it would be extremely difficult to execute in practice."
"The person responsible for the ethanol ablation injections would have to have an ultimate understanding of human anatomy. Only a peerless medical genius could possibly pull it off."
Pan Lirong smiled and said, "And Mr. Yan, I happen to know that you have a reputation for being a medical genius."
"Mr. Yan, I believe in you. Please, bring me that miracle."
Pan Lirong then made a point of adding, "The sponsorship agreement for the medical research project we agreed upon is still valid."
"As long as my surgery is a success, I will add another four million in research funding in a lump sum."
Hearing this, Yan Feifan thought, 'Besides fate, Mr. Pan also seems to believe in the power of money. But I quite like that about him.'
"Mr. Pan, thank you for your trust. I will do everything in my power to live up to your expectations..."
After leaving the hospital room, Yan Feifan relayed Pan Lirong's words to Lo Jun and Wang Chuan in full detail.
The surgery could proceed, the previously sponsored funds wouldn't have to be returned, and there was a large sum of expected income on top of that. Naturally, both Lo Jun and Wang Chuan were delighted.