640: Chapter 635 All You Need Is a Sleep

Gu Yanfei's gaze shifted from Fang Zhizhuo's tear-streaked face to Shen Yan.

He had seen too many relatives of patients.

Some collapsed and cried loudly, some knelt and begged, and some pretended to be calm.

But under the massive impact of hope and despair, very few people could maintain true composure.

Discussing complex treatment plans with the patient often yielded poor results.

"Mr. Shen, let's talk privately for a moment."

Gu Yanfei's voice was calm, carrying the emotionless professionalism unique to a surgeon.

Shen Yan nodded, signaling Chen Guangke to stay and look after Fang Zhizhuo, while he followed Gu Yanfei out onto the villa's terrace.

The sea breeze blew in, carrying a hint of salty moisture.

"The situation is more complicated than I described."

Gu Yanfei got straight to the point.

"The sixty percent success rate is based on the most ideal conditions."

"What are the ideal conditions?" Shen Yan asked.

"A top-tier neurosurgery team, including anesthesia, postoperative monitoring, and physical rehabilitation—every single person must be the absolute best in the country."

"A completely sterile operating room equipped with the latest generation of neuronavigation systems and a micro-surgical robotic arm."

"And the medication."

Gu Yanfei's expression turned serious.

"I need the 'Neuronal Activator NGF-7' newly developed by M Country's BioGen company. It's still in Phase III clinical trials and hasn't been released to the market. I need to obtain at least three courses of dosage through special channels."

"And Roche Pharmaceutical's 'Stem Cell Directed Induction Fluid.' Every vial is extremely expensive and requires strict cold-chain transportation."

He looked at Shen Yan and listed a string of terms that ordinary people had never even heard of.

Behind every word lay astronomical sums of money and unimaginable connections.

He expected to see at least a flicker of difficulty on Shen Yan's face.

After all, this wasn't something that could be accomplished just by having money.

But he was disappointed.

Shen Yan just listened quietly, then took out his phone.

He didn't even ask how much the total cost would be.

"Send me the list."

Shen Yan dialed Wu Ya's number and put it on speakerphone.

"Wu Ya, stop everything else you are doing. Cooperate fully with Professor Gu Yanfei from Capital Xiehe Hospital."

"He needs a team. Recruit people according to the list. Triple their salary, and signing bonuses are calculated separately. No matter which hospital they are in, I want them on a plane to T City within one day."

"He needs equipment and medication. Contact our distributors in Germany and Switzerland. Tell them I don't care what methods they use; I just want results in three days."

"The money will come from my private account. There is no limit."

Wu Ya on the other end of the line only replied with one word.

"Understood."

It was decisive and swift.

Shen Yan hung up the phone and looked at Gu Yanfei.

"Professor Gu, is there anything else?"

Gu Yanfei fell silent.

In his eyes, which had witnessed countless major events, a trace of shock appeared for the first time.

This wasn't a discussion about a surgery.

This was launching a war.

A war waged against the God of Death, regardless of cost, using money and resources.

He suddenly understood the words An Ran had told him on the phone.

"Professor Gu, you don't need to care who he is. You only need to know that anything he wants to accomplish, he can always accomplish."

"Nothing else."

Gu Yanfei shook his head and gave a wry smile.

"Mr. Shen, you are the first 'family member' like you I have ever met."

"I only care about the result."

Shen Yan turned and walked back into the living room.

Fang Zhizhuo's emotions had calmed down considerably, but the hands gripping the wheelchair armrests were still trembling slightly.

He looked at Shen Yan, his expression complex.

There was gratitude, there was expectation, but more than anything, there was the trepidation of hope reigniting after being worn away by reality for so long.

Shen Yan didn't say any comforting words.

He just walked over and refilled Fang Zhizhuo's teacup with hot water.

"Professor Fang, over at Jingluo Bay, Feng Yuanshan has come up with a new base design proposal."

"He wants to use the latest composite material, saying it can better absorb tidal energy resonance, but the cost will be forty percent higher."

"Could you take a look and see if this money is worth spending."

Shen Yan handed over the tablet computer.

On the screen was a three-dimensional structural diagram so complex it was dazzling.

Fang Zhizhuo's attention was instantly captured.

The dullness in his eyes reignited with the brilliance belonging to a scholar.

He began sliding the screen, zooming in on details, his brow occasionally furrowing, occasionally relaxing.

In the living room, the tense atmosphere surrounding the surgery was quietly replaced by an atmosphere of pure academic discussion.

Chen Guangke watched from the side, silently admiring the gesture.

He knew that Shen Yan was using the method most familiar and beloved by Fang Zhizhuo to divert his anxiety.

Turning him from a patient awaiting the verdict of fate back into the top physicist who controlled the world's cutting-edge technology.

Three days later.

At the top VIP section of T City's premier Harmony Private Hospital.

Shen Yan had booked an entire floor.

In the corridor, all the previously hung artwork had been removed, replaced by rows of newly unboxed equipment still emitting a fresh smell.

The boxes were stamped with German logos from Siemens Healthineers and Zeiss SMT.

The air purification system ran twenty-four hours a day, emitting a low hum.

Several blond, blue-eyed German Engineers were conducting the final adjustments on a massive robotic arm system.

Gu Yanfei walked out of the temporarily modified operating room, removed his mask, and wore an unconcealable mix of excitement and exhaustion.

The team members he personally selected came from all over the country, and two were even his old classmates from abroad.

These people, who were scattered across the globe just yesterday, were now all gathered here.

Wu Ya's efficiency was terrifyingly high.

"All equipment has been debugged."

Gu Yanfei walked up to Shen Yan.

"NGF-7 and the induction fluid arrived five hours ahead of schedule via chartered plane, maintained under constant low temperature, with perfect viability."

"Professor Fang's preoperative checks are also complete; his physical indicators meet the surgical requirements."

"The surgery can be scheduled for eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

Shen Yan nodded.

"Thank you for your hard work."

In the ward.

Fang Zhizhuo had changed into a patient gown and was lying on the bed.

He appeared very calm, though his gaze occasionally drifted toward the window.

Outside the window was the tapestry of lights of T City.

Fifteen years.

He had always viewed the world from a low vantage point.

Now, lying on a hospital bed on the twentieth floor, looking down at the city's night view, it felt somewhat unreal.

"Nervous?"

Shen Yan poured him a cup of warm water.

"It would be a lie to say I'm not nervous."

Fang Zhizhuo smiled, the smile a little strained.

"It feels like going into an exam, but I've never felt so uncertain in my entire life."

"You don't need to treat it like an exam."

Shen Yan sat by his bedside.

"You just need to sleep."