1359. The Surgery
Again and again, he made sure.
John Samus had answered Li Bai without the slightest hesitation from beginning to end. He had made all the preparations.
Even if it cost him his life.
He had transferred the position of clan head to his eldest son, Lanlost, not long ago. He had probably already been making plans for this.
He just hadn't expected the opportunity to arise here.
"All right! We need to find at least one highly skilled neurosurgeon to operate, and put together an experienced team."
Li Bai simply couldn't talk the man out of it. He could even see the former clan head's grim determination.
Threatening to die wasn't just an empty threat. He meant it.
Perhaps the time spent assembling the surgical team would give John Samus a chance to think it through more carefully—and, ideally, change his mind.
After all, deciding whether to live or die wasn't easy.
"Doctor Li, we don't need another surgeon. I want you to operate."
But who could have guessed the former clan head would make another shocking statement?
"You're joking!"
Li Bai couldn't help laughing.
He was a psychiatrist. He could manage a little internal medicine, ENT, or dermatology, but neurosurgery was far beyond his specialty. Letting him crack open someone's skull would be downright reckless!
"No, Doctor Li. I trust you. Your skills are absolutely first-rate. I'm serious!"
John Samus's confidence wasn't just blind trust. He had learned about Li Bai's surgical skills through various channels.
The Lightning Hand for Surgical Sutures, racing death to save lives, saving over a hundred people in a single night—none of that was a secret.
John had even heard about Li Bai's most recent surgery. Once again, he had raced death, showing off his Vascular Suture skills without a single