Chapter 351: Zhang Zhiyin’s Plan

At noon, the scorching sun made the earth feel like it was being baked, expanding as if it could explode at any moment. Even Kunming, known for its spring-like weather year-round, couldn’t escape the trials of a hot summer.

Cars sped by one after another; people seemed unaffected by the weather, carrying on with their plans.

“Miss Zhang, we’ve arrived at your destination.”

The taxi driver reminded the passenger in the back seat, hoping she wouldn’t forget her belongings.

Zhang Zhiyin looked up from her phone, nodded courteously, and responded.

“Thank you. I’ve already paid.”

She got out of the car, holding a sun umbrella, and turned to look behind her at a modestly decorated café. Unlike the trendy places young people favored, this café had a simple style preferred by the older generation.

“Sis! Over here!”

A tall man, Zhang Zhiyin’s brother, Zhang Zihang, stepped out from the entrance.

Zhang Zhiyin walked over in measured steps, just as Zhang Zihang held the door open.

As soon as they entered, the oppressive heat was cut off, replaced by the cool embrace of the air conditioning.

“Why so slow? Professor Lin has been waiting for a while.”

Zhang Zihang whispered in his sister’s ear, hoping she would apologize later since they needed a favor, and it was always best to show respect to elders.

“The flight was delayed a bit. Let’s go; take me to meet Professor Lin.”

Unperturbed, Zhang Zhiyin glanced at her brother and tilted her head. “Isn’t it good you were here to smooth things over for me? I think it’ll be fine.”

Given how far Beijing was from Kunming, delays in flights and transfers were expected. Fortunately, they weren’t too late, and since Professor Lin waited, it meant there was room for discussion.

Zhang Zihang couldn’t help but hum in a proud, slightly smug tone.

“Of course! Without me, where would you find such an experienced and ethical doctor?”

He grinned broadly, clearly pleased with himself.

“Haha, alright, enough with the praise. Let’s go.”

Zhang Zhiyin, focused on her purpose, was eager to meet the experienced professor.

“Alright, follow me.”

Zhang Zihang led his sister to a private room on the second floor. Inside sat a silver-haired scholar, with sharp, clear eyes—he looked to be in his fifties.

“Professor Lin, this is my sister, Zhang Zhiyin.”

“Zhiyin, meet Professor Lin, the top professor at our medical school!”

Zhang Zihang introduced them briefly, leaving the rest to their conversation.

Zhang Zhiyin flashed a polite smile and began with pleasantries.

“Hello, Professor Lin. It’s an honor to meet you today, thanks to my brother.”

“Sorry to keep you waiting; we were delayed by travel.”

Professor Lin laughed heartily, adding several wrinkles to the corners of his eyes. He scrutinized both siblings, then jested with Zhang Zihang, “Zihang, your sister really resembles you!”

Zhang Zihang laughed in return.

“Of course! If she didn’t, I might have to ask my mom if I was picked up from the trash!”

Clearly comfortable with each other, this joke put Zhang Zhiyin at ease. The forthcoming conversation would be smoother.

“Professor Lin, as you’re a straightforward person, I’ll be direct.”

“My reason for coming today is to invite you to perform a surgery in Beijing.”

Zhang Zhiyin quickly explained Fang Wenjing’s condition, waiting for Professor Lin’s response.

As a well-accomplished doctor, Professor Lin’s rich surgical experience was precisely why it was challenging to schedule him.

Zhang Zihang had earlier reviewed Professor Lin’s credentials and confirmed his good character before recommending him to his sister.

Professor Lin had agreed to meet Zhang Zihang’s sister because Zhang Zihang’s mentor, a longtime friend and colleague, vouched for her. He respected this mentor a lot over the years, seeing Zhang Zihang grow under his guidance.

To him, a surgery was just another assignment. Saving a life was better than building a seven-story pagoda.

However, after hearing Zhang Zhiyin’s request, he frowned.

“Performing this surgery isn’t difficult for me. The challenge is the risk involved in conducting it away from my affiliated hospital.”

As a Kunming-based doctor, rushing to Beijing meant facing various obstacles. The academic medical community often had barriers; despite frequent official exchanges, private organized surgeries were rare.

Zhang Zhiyin had anticipated this. She smiled lightly and replied, “Don’t worry about that. I will personally fund an academic exchange event, allowing you to attend it officially.”

Professor Lin nodded appreciatively. “That’s a wise solution.”

Zhang Zihang, listening, was awestruck, silently giving his sister a thumbs-up.

So wealthy—an academic event of this scale required tens or even hundreds of thousands!

But she was a genius writer whose book royalties easily reached millions. Unlike him, a struggling postgraduate in remote mountains, he couldn’t help but feel a bit bitter for a moment. Same family, vastly different fortunes.

Of course, Zhang Zihang was just momentarily wistful; their family was well-off enough to afford her overseas studies back then.

Still, to have someone make such efforts, this person must be incredibly significant.

Fang Zhou, you better realize your good fortune. Treat my sister right; don’t break her heart again.