The door was pushed open roughly.
"Who—who's the pervert?" Xi Lian'er, the assistant of the Xi family, dashed in like the wind, followed closely by Du Juan. She looked at Guan Xing, her face a mixture of curiosity and awkwardness.
"Dr. Guan, Assistant Xi is here. She says the Chairman wants to see you."
Xi Lian'er's eyes immediately landed on the angry Hua Rubing. With a sparkle of mischief, she asked, "Manager Hua, what happened?"
Luckily, Hua Rubing had already stood up from the bed. Otherwise, if her short skirt had revealed too much, Xi Lian'er might have started some office gossip that Hua Rubing would rather avoid.
Her angry expression softened instantly, blending a faint warmth into her cold elegance. She said lightly, "Oh, Assistant Xi, it's nothing. I was just chatting with Dr. Guan. My dressing change is done, so I won't disturb him. Thank you, Dr. Guan."
Her eyes briefly flicked to Guan Xing with a trace of restrained anger—he knew she was only maintaining composure in front of others.
Xi Lian'er sensed the shift in atmosphere. Unable to dig up any gossip, she was frustrated. Hearing the "pervert" comment earlier, she expected a completely different scene. Just as she was about to speak, Du Juan interrupted her thoughts.
"Assistant Xi, the Chairman is waiting for Dr. Guan. Don't keep him waiting."
"Oh, yes. Dr. Guan, the Chairman wants to see you. I'll show you the way." This was serious. Xi Lian'er had worked hard to secure her internship at the company; she certainly didn't want to mess this up.
"Thank you, Assistant Xi. Let's go." Guan Xing's expression remained cold, showing no hint of emotion, though Du Juan gave him an encouraging look.
Despite walking beside him, Xi Lian'er's curiosity persisted. She whispered teasingly, "Dr. Guan, did you… take advantage of Manager Hua? Tell me quietly, I'll keep it a secret." Her eyes narrowed mischievously. Women like her could hardly keep a secret; if she promised, even the sun might rise from the west.
"Assistant Xi, that's quite a joke. Manager Hua is as cold as ice—I wouldn't dare. Don't misunderstand me; if it spreads, it would ruin my medical ethics." Guan Xing's tone was serious. Xi Lian'er didn't dare press further, though the glint in her eyes clearly reflected disbelief.
Feiyang Tower had thirty-two floors. The Chairman's office was on the thirty-first, directly opposite the General Manager's office. The thirty-second floor was the executive leisure area.
"Dad, Dr. Guan is here." Xi Lian'er entered without knocking. This was her home; a little youthful temper was endearing, impossible to resent.
Behind the wide desk sat a middle-aged man, wearing dark gray glasses, hair streaked with gray but neatly combed, and a perfectly tailored suit. He exuded meticulousness and intelligence.
Feiyang's growth to its current scale spoke of the Chairman's remarkable decision-making.
Guan Xing remained unshaken. Rarely did anything in the world make him change color.
Xi Hengsheng had already formed his first impression: this young doctor was remarkable.
"Dr. Guan, you've already become a sensation in the company. Even I wanted to meet you in person. I didn't expect you to be so young and yet so skilled in medicine—truly, appearances can be deceiving!"
Such flattery might overwhelm most people, but Guan Xing had heard plenty like this and remained unmoved.
"Of course, there are still good and not-so-good people," he said lightly, with a faint self-mockery.
"Alright, you've done something useful. I have matters to discuss with Dr. Guan. Little girl, you may step out now." Xi Hengsheng waved gently.
Though playful, Xi Lian'er respected her father. With a sly glance, she left, closing the door neatly behind her.
"Chairman, what would you like me to do?" Guan Xing asked, cold and detached, performing only the duties required.
Xi Hengsheng, a seasoned businessman, was accustomed to formalities. He hadn't expected Guan Xing to be so direct, yet his decisive manner left him slightly astonished.
"There's something I want to understand," Xi Hengsheng began. "Although you're a low-level employee here, your cold, composed demeanor makes it hard to underestimate you. I want to know—"
"Please, Dr. Guan, have a seat." Xi Hengsheng rose from his leather chair and invited him to sit on the sofa. Guan Xing's casual composure left the Chairman even more impressed. If this man wasn't a fool, he had to be a genius.
"Chairman, please state your matter. Anything within my responsibility, I will answer truthfully."
"There's a female employee diagnosed with stomach cancer. The hospital estimates a fifty percent success rate for surgery. However, reports say that if you perform it, the success rate could be eighty percent. Is this true?"
Guan Xing realized that Fang Jie must have come to the Chairman. It was rare for a company head to show such concern for an employee.
He didn't hide anything and answered clearly, "Yes. If I perform the surgery, I can guarantee a success rate above eighty percent."
Xi Hengsheng's face lit up. He stood and exclaimed, "Excellent! With your word, Dr. Guan, I'm confident. The director of the Third Municipal Hospital is my old comrade; he will honor this favor. If you succeed, I will ensure you receive major recognition."
Guan Xing, surprised at the smooth progress, also stood. "It is my duty. I'll go prepare. Chairman, this surgery must be performed as soon as possible—please arrange it promptly."
"Rest assured, Dr. Guan. Once confirmed, I'll notify you immediately."
Before Guan Xing arrived, Xi Hengsheng had already contacted his director friend. A fifty percent success rate was already challenging; eighty percent seemed nearly impossible. Now, the Chairman wanted to see if this doctor truly had unmatched skill—otherwise, someone this brilliant wouldn't be working at a small company like Feiyang.
He dialed the phone.
"Hello, Old Zhang. How is the matter I asked about?"
"X Hengsheng, I've consulted the nation's top cancer specialists. For that employee, the highest success rate they can achieve is fifty-five percent. Eighty percent seems almost impossible."
"Oh? So the eighty percent claim is just nonsense?" Xi Hengsheng asked quickly. He had been impressed by the doctor's confident assurance—who was this young man with such extraordinary skill?
Old Zhang thought for a moment. "X Hengsheng, I can't be certain. There are many geniuses in the world. Perhaps someone specializes in stomach cancer. Last year, I read a report about a so-called 'Eastern Miracle' doctor in the U.S. who completed three heart transplants in a single hour. It was unprecedented. Some things can't be judged too quickly. What we can do is limited."
Xi Hengsheng smiled. "Old Zhang, then let's follow my plan. Let this doctor try. He promises an eighty percent success rate. Of course, Feiyang will assume all medical responsibility. Agreed?"
"Fine. I'd like to see it too. If this young doctor succeeds, he'll be a true genius in medicine. X Hengsheng, if he proves it, I'll assign him as deputy director."
"Hahaha—you're sharp, Old Zhang. Let's see after the surgery. Only then can you judge for yourself. I won't make that decision."