Chapter 32: Has Xu Weiwei Gone Blind?

Lin Nan gave a faint smile. "You first had to trust me for me to have the chance to treat you, so you should also thank yourself."

Liu Jialiang agreed deeply, feeling quite fortunate. "That’s true. I’m so glad I chose to trust you and gave myself another chance."

"Dr. Lin, thanks to you this time, thank you," Liu Jiamin said, expressing her heartfelt gratitude.

Lin Nan waved his hand. "You already thanked me once last night."

Liu Jiamin replied seriously, "You saved my brother this time; no matter how many times I thank you, it wouldn't be enough."

Her gratitude toward Lin Nan was absolutely genuine. As an older sister, she knew better than anyone how much her brother loved basketball. If he had truly been forced to give up his dream, he would have lived a life of deep misery. That was not something she wanted to see. Thus, Lin Nan had not only saved her brother’s basketball career but had saved her brother himself.

Lin Nan chuckled. "Doctors and patients achieve success together. Saving your brother is certainly gratifying, but as a doctor, I also gain a great sense of accomplishment."

Hearing this, Liu Jiamin’s beautiful eyes brightened with a hint of wonder. Lin Nan was truly eloquent. Liu Jialiang looked at Lin Nan with even greater admiration. Dr. Lin was not only highly skilled in medicine but also possessed high emotional intelligence; he was truly exceptional.

"Dr. Lin, about how long will I need to recuperate to fully recover?" Liu Jialiang asked, his face full of anticipation.

"About two months," Lin Nan said.

"Two months? That long?" Liu Jialiang’s face was full of shock.

"Are you in a rush?" Lin Nan asked, somewhat surprised.

"Dr. Lin, you might not know, but in three months, my brother is set to join the national team for the Asian Championship. He wants to recover as soon as possible so he can return to training, prepare actively, and compete in the best possible condition," Liu Jiamin explained.

"I see," Lin Nan realized.

Liu Jialiang looked distressed. "If it takes two months to fully recover, I’ll only have one month left to prepare. I’m worried that insufficient prep time will affect my performance on the court."

Lin Nan smiled lightly. "I personally believe that performance on the court doesn't have a direct correlation with the length of preparation time. For a professional athlete without obvious weaknesses, the quality of one's form depends largely on their mindset."

"As long as your mindset is solid and you perform normally, your form will naturally be fine. You should have confidence in yourself."

Hearing this, Liu Jialiang wore a thoughtful expression, as if carefully mulling over Lin Nan’s words.

"For you, how much difference is there really between one month of preparation and three?" Lin Nan continued. "So, there is no need to be in a rush or anxious. The only thing you need to do right now is focus on healing."

Liu Jialiang nodded, finding the logic sound; the anxiety that had been etched on his face earlier faded significantly.

Lin Nan checked the time and said to the two of them, "I have other patients to see, so I’ll be going. Feel free to contact me if you encounter any problems."

"Understood," Liu Jialiang nodded quickly.

Lin Nan walked out of the ward, and Liu Jiamin followed him out.

"Before he woke up, he was very anxious about missing the upcoming national team training camp. But after your guidance, he’s clearly doing much better," Liu Jiamin said, glancing back at the room.

"He already has the strength and talent; it’s not strictly necessary for him to attend the training camp. Once he recovers, some focused, targeted training will yield excellent results. So, he really doesn't need to be anxious," Lin Nan said firmly. As a surgeon, psychology was a required course. A doctor must not only heal the body but also provide comfort to the patient’s spirit and mind.

"Regardless, you’ve helped us so much this time. Thank you truly," Liu Jiamin said sincerely, the gratitude in her eyes overflowing. Meanwhile, she couldn't help but inwardly criticize her best friend for being blind, to have pushed away such an outstanding man.

Lin Nan waved his hand with a smile. "It’s my duty; don't take it to heart." With that, he turned and left.

Liu Jiamin watched Lin Nan until his figure disappeared completely before she returned to the ward. She sat down and resumed peeling an apple for Liu Jialiang.

"Sis, after what Dr. Lin said, I feel much lighter," Liu Jialiang said, looking relaxed.

"Then listen to Dr. Lin. Focus on healing during this time and don't think about anything else," Liu Jiamin advised earnestly. Liu Jialiang nodded with a smile.

"Also, Weiwei will be coming to see you later. When she arrives, don't bring up Dr. Lin in front of her," Liu Jiamin said as she handed him the apple.

"Why?" Liu Jialiang asked, confused.

"Because Dr. Lin is the 'good-for-nothing' fiancé Weiwei used to talk about. Now that they’ve broken off the engagement, bringing him up might make her uncomfortable," Liu Jiamin explained.

"What? Dr. Lin is Weiwei's former fiancé?" Liu Jialiang exclaimed.

Previously, Xu Weiwei had often mentioned a fiancé they had never met. According to her, he was completely worthless—a total failure. They had believed her, thinking the man must be a disaster. But looking at it now, how could Dr. Lin be as bad as Xu Weiwei described? If Dr. Lin counted as a "good-for-nothing," then there were hardly any excellent people left in the world. He felt that with Dr. Lin’s skills, character, and emotional intelligence, he was more than a match for Xu Weiwei. He couldn't imagine what she was thinking, pushing away such a man; she must be blind.

"Weiwei's standards are too high, aren't they? Even someone like Dr. Lin isn't good enough for her, and she belittles him like that?" Liu Jialiang said, feeling indignant on Lin Nan’s behalf.

Liu Jiamin sighed inwardly. "I don't know what she's thinking. He’s so outstanding, yet she treats him like dirt and devalues him."

"I think she's the one who's sick and needs treatment," Liu Jialiang remarked dismissively.

Liu Jiamin gave him a look. "Even though I think the same, when Weiwei comes, you are not allowed to say that to her face."

"Don't worry, Sis. I'm only saying it to you," Liu Jialiang shook his head and took a big bite of the apple.

At about two in the afternoon, Ji Guoping arrived at the hospital's emergency department, accompanied by a young man.

When Lin Nan saw Ji Zifeng standing next to Ji Guoping, his expression turned strange. "Mr. Ji, this is—"

"This is my son, Ji Zifeng," Ji Guoping introduced with a smile.

Ji Zifeng looked at Lin Nan with some embarrassment. He would rather die than have his family know about the incident where he had to have a ball removed at the hospital, so seeing Lin Nan now, his expression was inevitably unnatural.

Lin Nan looked at the father and son, nodding inwardly. Ji Zifeng was indeed Ji Guoping’s son.