I Am Diagnosed as a Medical Titan

The final payment of five thousand was slashed to just two thousand.

Feng Ye gripped his phone tightly, struggling to breathe.

He wanted to curse them out, but he couldn’t.

Because he needed the money.

Even two thousand could help his mother hold on for one more day.

"Fine. Two thousand. Transfer it now."

He hung up.

Feng Ye walked into the restroom and splashed handfuls of water on his face.

Droplets ran down his chin and dripped onto his collar.

He looked up, staring at the young man with sunken eyes in the mirror, and felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness...

’Two thousand, plus the money already in my account, is barely enough for tomorrow’s medical expenses.’

’But what about the day after tomorrow? And the day after that?’

’Pawn this second-hand computer I use to make a living? That might get me a little over a thousand.’

’Or... I could look online for those private blood sales disguised as "mutual aid donations." I heard you can get three hundred for one draw.’

He took a deep breath, trying to make his expression look less desperate.

’No matter what, I can’t bring this mood back to the hospital room.’

Once he’d composed himself and returned to the ward, he saw Chen Hao from a distance, standing by Bed 43 and talking to his father.

Feng Ye’s heart dropped, and he rushed over.

"Doctor, what is it? Is the account out of money again? Did they stop her medication?"

Chen Hao turned and quickly waved his hands.

"It’s nothing, it’s nothing. Don’t be nervous. I just came to check on your mother’s condition. Her medication hasn’t been stopped, and her temperature came down this morning. It’s a good sign."

Feng Ye let out a long sigh of relief. "Oh, okay, good. Thank you for all your hard work, Doctor. And thank you for running around to help us yesterday."

Looking at Feng Ye, Chen Hao felt a mix of emotions.

He recalled the father kneeling in the stairwell last night, and the desperate situation this family was facing...

"Try not to be so anxious," Chen Hao said, patting Feng Ye on the shoulder reassuringly. "A friend of mine is coming over soon. It’s the guy you hit with your bike on that big hill at the school. He’s an incredible doctor. With him here, there shouldn’t be any problems."

’An incredible doctor?’

Feng Ye froze for a moment.

He had indeed gotten the phone number of the person he’d hit, but the other party had never contacted him to demand compensation.

"What’s his name?" Feng Ye asked.

"Jiang He."

Hearing the name, Feng Ye froze again.

While staying at Affiliated Hospital No. 1 these past few days, he’d often heard the junior nurses and some of the young doctors discussing that name.

"Jiang He," "zero deaths in the red-tag zone," "a generational posterior approach," "special access pass"...

These fragmented phrases pieced together in Feng Ye’s mind, sketching out the image of a remarkable doctor.

He just never imagined it would be *him*.

Just then, Chen Hao’s phone vibrated in his pocket.

He glanced at the screen, then looked up. "Oh, Old Jiang is here. Come on, I’ll take you to him."

Before Feng Ye could even react, Chen Hao was already pulling him out of the room.

The two of them walked through the corridor and arrived in front of Jiang He’s private changing room.

Jiang He had just finished changing and was walking out.

He was wearing a white coat, one hand in his pocket.

His aura gave off an indescribable sense of security.

A few nearby nurses who were about to start their shift change saw him, and their eyes instantly lit up.

"River God, you’re here!"

"Are you recovering well?"

"You’re looking well today."

"Coming to the hospital right after being discharged—thank you for your hard work!"

"Mm, morning," Jiang He replied calmly.

Not far away, Gu Yizhou, who had just been in the emergency room while his girlfriend finished an IV drip, happened to see Jiang He. He immediately stopped in his tracks and called out respectfully, "Boss, morning."

Jiang He nodded at him.

This series of events was a powerful visual shock to Feng Ye.

’He’s so young, yet so respected. He’s amazing.’

Jiang He walked up to the two of them and confirmed, "Feng Ye?"

Feng Ye instinctively straightened up and nodded. "Ah, yes, that’s me."

"Let’s go," Jiang He said. "Take me to see the patient."

"O-Okay!" Feng Ye quickly turned to lead the way.

Back in the oncology ward, Jiang He turned to a junior nurse who was tending to the patient in the next bed.

"Hello, could you please pull up the medical records for Bed 43 for me?"

The junior nurse recognized Jiang He.

This was River God, the man the hospital director had personally granted special approval to, giving him access and record-retrieval privileges for all critical care and related departments in the hospital.

"Of course, Dr. Jiang. One moment!"

The junior nurse trotted to the nurse’s station and quickly returned with a patient chart and a large kraft envelope containing CT scans.

Jiang He began to review them.

Tumor markers, blood panel results, comparative CT scans...

After looking through everything, he nodded and said:

"The treatment is effective. The chemotherapy regimen of paclitaxel combined with cisplatin shows significant targeted destruction of the lesion. Judging from the latest scans, the infiltration margin of the parametrial tissue has begun to recede, and the tumor’s scope has shrunk considerably. We’re on the right track."

Hearing this diagnosis, Feng Ye nodded repeatedly, his eyes instantly turning red.

Lying in bed, however, Wu Lan remained silent as tears streamed from the corners of her eyes again.

Jiang He didn’t linger by the bedside. He glanced at Feng Ye. "Come outside with me. We need to talk."

Feng Ye’s heart tightened, and he quickly followed Jiang He.

One after the other, they walked into the quiet fire escape at the end of the floor.

The fire door closed.

Jiang He got straight to the point. "I’ve heard about you. I hear you’re very talented when it comes to programming, especially with low-level algorithms and architectural design."

Feng Ye was taken aback. "Huh?"

He clearly didn’t understand why Jiang He would suddenly say something like that.

’At first, I thought he was going to talk about compensation for the accident. I’d even prepared an apology.’