Kwon Yoo-ri is a skilled cook, and in a matter of moments, she has created four traditional Korean dishes: fried tofu salad, grilled steak, rice cake, Korean grilled mushrooms, and a dish of ginseng chicken soup.

"Honey, it's time to eat." Kwon Yoo-ri shouted, and walked out of the open kitchen with the ginseng chicken soup with both hands.

"It smells good."

Quan Yuli added two bowls of rice and happily sat down next to Zhao Yuanxi, and fed him a piece of grilled mushrooms, "Taste it, it's my first time making grilled mushrooms." ”

After chewing twice, Zhao Yuanxi stretched out his thumb and exclaimed: "It's like the taste of barbecue." ”

Receiving praise from her beloved boyfriend, Quan Yooli became more and more happy, and scooped chicken soup for Zhao Yuanxi for another night.

Zhao Yuanxi sighed: "My dear, there is a saying in China called the upper hall, the lower kitchen, I think it is specially depicted in my Yuli." ”

"Up in the hall, down in the kitchen? What does hall mean? Quan Yuli has been studying Chinese hard, almost all the basic sentences can be understood, and she can understand the kitchen, but the hall does not understand much, and asked curiously with wide eyes.

"The meaning of going to the hall is simply to bring it out as a couple, it is very face-saving, and it can decorate the façade. My Julie is a famous pictorial. ”

"Hee-hee." Quan Yuli smiled proudly, and seriously asked Zhao Yuanxi for pronunciation until she learned this common saying.

"Honey, I'm flying to America tomorrow." After taking two sips of soup, Zhao Yuanxi spoke.

Quan Yuli stopped chewing and looked at Zhao Yuanxi silently. Asked softly, "Going to New York?" ”

"No," Zhao Yuanxi smiled and shook his head, "Go to Los Angeles on the West Coast." ”

Hearing that she was not going to New York, Quan Yuli suddenly became happy, she originally thought that Zhao Yuanxi was going to New York to meet Jessica, and secretly complained that she was too careful.

"The company applied for a loan of 130 billion won from Nonghyup Bank, which has now been transferred to the United States, and I went to the Los Angeles American branch to oversee the operation of this fund."

Kwon Yoo-ri smiled and shook her head, "I don't understand the operation of the company. ”

"If you don't understand, you can learn slowly, no one is born to understand everything. My dear. You know. I have no secrets from you. ”

"Hmm." Quan Yuli nodded, Zhao Yuanxi really didn't have a secret about himself, and even confessed to himself about the company's secrets, and ironed it in his heart. Looking at his beloved boyfriend, he became more and more tender.

"So. Don't eat flying vinegar casually in the future. Zhao Yuanxi suddenly smiled evilly.

"Yikes. How can I be jealous. A little of her own careful thinking was spied on by Zhao Yuanxi, Quan Yuli was so embarrassed that she couldn't help but wave her chopsticks and hit Zhao Yuanxi's wrist to express her protest.

"Ahem. Okay, no jealousy, no jealousy. ”

The two laughed for a while, and Kwon Yoori asked, "How many days?" ”

Zhao Yuanxi shook his head and said, "I can't say, maybe three or four days, maybe a week or two." ”

Quan Yuli was suddenly a little lost, and finally Jessica went to New York, and she was finally able to live with Zhao Yuanxi, but she didn't expect that he would leave for Los Angeles in less than a day, and it would be several days to go.

"I'll miss you."

In order to conceal the facts, Zhao Yuanxi told Quan Yuli that he was going to Los Angeles, but in fact, the ticket he booked was to fly to Boston.

Flying from Seoul's Incheon Airport to Boston for about 16 hours, and after landing at the hotel, the agent and assistant were left at the Holiday Inn Boston Beacon Hill by Cho Won-hee, who didn't want anyone to know about his trip to the hospital, not even the trusted Song Ki-beom.

Speaking of proficient English, Song Ki-beom, Park Dong-kyu, and Kim Jung-sung together can't match Zhao Yuanxi's authentic London accent, Zhao Yuanxi insisted on not letting them accompany him, and Song Ki-fan couldn't resist Zhao Yuanxi's will, so he had to agree.

Without a moment's delay, Zhao Yuanxi went straight to the main courtyard at 55 Fruit Street in Boston.

Boston's Massachusetts General Hospital is consistently ranked as one of the best hospitals in the United States, especially for biomedical research activities, which is why Park Chang-hyuk solemnly recommends Massachusetts General Hospital.

The United States is the only developed country that does not have universal health insurance, and the wealthy have absolute priority in health care.

And Zhao Yuanxi has never been short of money.

At the Korea General Hospital, Dr. Park Chang-hyuk sealed and archived all of Cho's materials and diagnosis and treatment records to Cho Won-hee so that the experts at the Massachusetts General Hospital could grasp his condition.

After receiving the information from Korea General Hospital, the attending doctor of the Department of Neurosurgery at Massachusetts General Hospital immediately arranged various tedious intracranial scans.

Simple and efficient.

The sky in Boston is blue, and the floating clouds are white. Zhao Yuanxi stood in front of the glass window of the eleven-story building and looked up at the sky, his mood was extremely heavy, unprecedentedly heavy.

Years of fighting in the financial market have trained his strong heart, commanding billions of huge funds and tens of millions of dollars a second, he will not frown half a minute, and now his life is at stake, he really can't be calm.

His heart was beating wildly, and the muscles in his palms and even his whole body trembled uncontrollably, Zhao Yuanxi was like a hopeless Parkinson's patient.

Dead or alive, he was waiting for an answer. Long wait, exact answer.

"Mr. Zhao, please follow me." The nurse with long blond hair, freckles on her face, and a slightly bloated body led Zhao Yuanxi to the conference room.

Pushing open the door of the conference room, three blonde and blue-eyed old periphers in white coats sat at the curved conference table, waiting for Zhao Yuanxi's arrival.

The silver-haired elderly doctor sitting in the middle said, "Mr. Zhao, please take a seat." ”

"Thank you." Zhao Yuanxi nodded and sat down opposite the old doctor.

"I'm Dr. George McNott, this is Dr. Reef Steinman, and this is Dr. Gerald Edelman." The silver-haired old doctor spoke.

"Hello."

George McNot glanced left and right, and said with a serious expression: "Mr. Zhao's case is very rare, we have carefully studied the diagnosis and treatment records of the Korean General Hospital, and based on the report of the intracranial scan, the three of us preliminarily determined that the shadow in Mr. Zhao's right brain located in the brain and brainstem is some kind of electrical original, which seems to have a strong magnetic force, which interferes with the normal detection of the detection instrument." ”

"The cause of the incident is this, starting with a plane crash..."Zhao Yuanxi sorted out his thoughts and recounted the frequent vomiting symptoms from the air crash to the recent past.

Dr. Reeve Steinman, who was on George McNaught's left hand, nodded, "This just confirms our judgment that the shadow on the right side of Mr. Zhao's brain is most likely a fragment of the body." ”

Zhao Yuanxi raised a glimmer of hope and said urgently: "Can you take it out?" ”

Dr. Gerald Edelman, George McNot on his right hand, said: "Given that the debris is embedded in the brain, the brainstem, and between the corpus callosum, which connects the left and right brains, the risk of surgery is high, and the slightest mistake can lead to damage to the brain and brainstem. ”

Zhao Yuanxi's heart suddenly, he subconsciously licked his lips, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What is the success rate of the operation?" ”

Dr. Gerald Edelman looked at the other two doctors and said in a deep voice, "The success rate of a perfectly completed surgery is conservatively estimated at nine percent. ”

Nine percent, that's nine deaths.

Zhao Yuanxi is like falling into an ice cave. (To be continued......)