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

Chapter 645 Professor Robert performs surgery on Yan Jiangshan

the next day.

Yan Bei wakes up.

He returned to the Yan family villa to rest yesterday because he couldn't bear it any longer. He had been in the intensive care unit for two days.

The sun shines into the living room of the luxurious villa, and the crystal chandelier reflects colorful light. Yan Bei, wearing a well-tailored black suit, stands tall in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

He folded his hands in front of him, his eyes revealing a hint of nervousness and anticipation.

Professor Robert, who was invited from abroad this time, is their last hope for his father's illness.

At this time, Yang Jian had already arrived at the Yan family villa.

"Assistant Yang, how are the arrangements going? Professor Robert's flight is arriving soon." Yan Bei's voice was low and steady, with unquestionable majesty.

Yang Jian quickly walked over to Yan Bei and reported respectfully, "Mr. Yan, everything has been arranged. The convoy is already waiting at the airport. The drivers are experienced and have first-class driving skills. They will ensure that the professor can be taken to the hospital as quickly and safely as possible. The staff who will greet the professor have also undergone rigorous training and will receive him in the most professional manner."

Yan Bei nodded slightly, his eyes firm as he said, "We must ensure that everything goes perfectly. The professor is the key to my father's surgery, and there can't be any mistakes."

"Okay, I understand. Don't worry, Mr. Yan!"

"Uh-huh."

Yan Bei said, "Send me to the hospital now. I'm waiting for Professor Robert in the hospital."

"Ok."

Yang Jian sent Yan Bei to the hospital.

Liu Xiaopeng saw Yan Bei and said, "Xiaobei, you're here!"

"Uh-huh."

"When will Professor Robert arrive?"

"I've sent someone to the airport to meet them. They should be here in an hour."

"it is good!"

……

Meanwhile, outside the airport, black luxury cars were lined up in an orderly fashion, their bodies gleaming in the sun. Each car's windows were covered in dark heat-insulating film, projecting a sense of mystery and nobility.

Next to the car door, the drivers in black uniforms stood straight, their postures erect and their eyes focused. Their hands hung naturally, pressed tightly against their trouser seams, ready to greet the professor at any moment.

In the terminal hall, the receptionists arranged by Yan Bei stood in two neat rows. They were dressed in uniform dark blue business suits, with warm and professional smiles on their faces.

One of the leaders held a delicate sign with "Welcome Professor Robert" written in Chinese and English. Their eyes kept searching the crowd, hoping that the professor would appear.

As Professor Robert slowly walked out of the passage, pushing his luggage, the receptionist quickly stepped forward and bowed politely, "Hello, Professor Robert. We were sent by Mr. Yan Bei to pick you up. Thank you for your hard work along the way!"

Professor Robert smiled and nodded, responding in fluent English: "Thank you, it's a pleasure to be here."

The receptionist quickly took the professor's luggage and led him out of the airport. When they arrived at the parking lot, the person in charge respectfully opened the car door for the professor and gestured "please," saying, "Professor, please get in. Mr. Yan is already waiting for you at the hospital."

Professor Robert sat in the comfortable back seat and looked out the window at the neatly arranged convoy outside. He couldn't help but secretly praise Yan Bei's arrangements. The convoy slowly started and sped towards the hospital. Yan Bei's hope gradually rose in his heart as they traveled along the way.

He knew that as long as Professor Robert arrived safely, his father would have more hope of survival.

……

Soon Professor Robert was safely escorted to Kyoto Hospital.

Under the protection of several people, Professor Robert met Yan Bei.

"Professor Robert, you are here. Thank you for your hard work along the way." Yan Bei stepped forward and shook hands with Professor Robert.

"It's nice to see you again," Robert said.

Yan Bei continued to introduce Robert, "The man next to you is my brother. He is also looking forward to your arrival."

Liu Xiaopeng also politely extended his hand to shake hands with Professor Robert. "Professor Robert, thank you for cooking for my father today."

"Of course, of course. Yan Bei and I are friends."

Yan Bei said, "Okay, Professor Robert, let's not waste time and prepare to perform surgery on my dad!"

"it is good."

Professor Robert began to make preparations for the operation.

A moment later, Yan Jiangshan was also pushed into the operating room.

. . . . . .

The cold door of the operating room was tightly closed, as if blocking out all hope and warmth.

Yan Bei stood outside the door, his posture erect but unable to conceal his inner anxiety. He put his hands in his pockets, his feet moving back and forth on the smooth floor. Each step was heavy and urgent, making a dull sound that echoed in the silent corridor.

My brother, Liu Xiaopeng, stood calmly nearby. The light cast a pale shadow on him, illuminating his tense profile. His brows were furrowed tightly together, and from time to time, he would glance at his watch. Time seemed to freeze, and every second seemed to pass by incomparably long.

They were all looking forward to their father coming out safely as soon as possible.

. . . . . .

at last.

The lights in the operating room went out, and the heavy door slowly opened. Yan Bei and Liu Xiaopeng rushed to Robert, their eyes filled with nervousness and anticipation, their voices trembling slightly. "Professor Robert, how is my father?"

Professor Robert took off his mask, a relieved smile on his face, and said, "The operation was very successful, and the patient's condition is better than expected. As long as he takes good care of himself, there is a good chance of recovery."

Yan Bei's tense body suddenly relaxed, his legs nearly giving way to the ground. He had always been a resolute and decisive figure in the business world, a feared and domineering CEO. But at this moment, his eyes welled up with tears of excitement. He reached out and shook Robert's hand tightly, his voice choking. "Thank you, thank you so much, Professor Robert. You're my father's savior."

Professor Robert said, "This is as it should be."

Liu Xiaopeng, who was standing aside, looked at Yan Bei and said, "Xiaobei, I told you, Dad will be fine."

Yan Bei nodded, feeling much more relaxed at this moment.

Yan Bei and his brother Liu Xiaopeng followed the medical staff and looked at their father lying on the hospital bed. His father looked pale but his breathing was steady.

He walked gently to the bedside and carefully held his father's hand.

"Dad, the operation was successful and you will be well again soon." Yan Bei said softly, as if he was comforting his father, or as if he was comforting himself.

He looked at Liu Xiaopeng again, "Brother, go back and rest. I'm here with Dad!"

"Okay!" Liu Xiaopeng nodded, then dragged his tired body away.