Zhao Heng glanced over and immediately recognized the middle-aged woman as Liu Qing, Ma Jianteng's wife, who had been by his side from the start of his entrepreneurial journey. The pale eighteen-year-old boy appeared to be their son, Ma Xiaochen.

Liu Qing, supporting her son Ma Xiaochen, approached Ma Jianteng and the Dean.

"You must be Dean Liu. Xiaochen will be in your hands now."

Liu Qing addressed Liu Shangming, the Dean.

"Ms. Liu, we will do our utmost."

Addressing Liu Qing's politeness, Liu Shangming replied cautiously.

Although in this couple, Ma Jianteng seemed more famous, anyone who knew a bit about their rise in wealth would understand that it was Liu Qing who was the major driving force behind Ma Jianteng becoming the richest man.

It should be noted that the power Liu Qing possessed behind the scenes was beyond ordinary comprehension.

Without the protective backing of Liu Qing's power, it would have been impossible for Ma Jianteng to maintain such a large business empire.

"And you must be Dr. Zhao?"

Liu Qing nodded at Dean Liu Shangming, then addressed Zhao Heng, who was standing behind.

Before coming back, her husband had already told her about Zhao Heng, and Liu Qing knew Zhao Heng would be her son's attending physician on this return trip.

On the way back, she had already gathered some information about Zhao Heng.

The more she learned, the more she found it incredible for such a young prodigy to exist like Zhao Heng.

Liu Qing had seen many things. When it came to doctors, the most formidable ones were at 301 Hospital, where big shots get treated.

But those doctors, while very impressive, did not match Zhao Heng in having such medical skills at such a young age, which was simply extraordinary.

"Dr. Zhao, I am entrusting Xiaochen to you this time."

Liu Qing looked at Zhao Heng once more and spoke.

Their polite demeanor was exactly like Ma Jianteng's, consistent with their couple dynamic.

"It's my duty."

Zhao Heng replied calmly, knowing that when talking to people like Liu Qing and Ma Jianteng, he could only say objective or formulaic things at his level.

In front of people like them, he must not easily reveal his true inner thoughts, or he could be manipulated in seconds.

Zhao Heng didn't want to be manipulated, so he could only be cautious with his words and actions.

Before long, Ma Jianteng and Liu Qing, along with Ma Xiaochen, the Dean, Gao Jun, and Zhao Heng moved to the ward.

Once settled and after completing the hospitalization, Ma Jianteng had to leave for some matters, leaving Liu Qing to personally care for her son.

As a mother, she was naturally more concerned and attentive to her son.

In the office, Zhao Heng was reviewing the examination data from the Mayo Clinic that Liu Qing had handed him, regarding Ma Xiaochen.

Watching Zhao Heng go through the data, Liu Qing's expression was somewhat anxious, a stark contrast to her calm and composed demeanor in public.

"I've seen the data. The main issue now is that surgery isn't possible; we can only use medication. But existing drugs can't cross the blood-brain barrier to reach the lesion directly, so the treatment effect is very limited."

Zhao Heng summarized, setting down the English-language materials.

"Yes, that's what the doctors at the Mayo Clinic said too. They mentioned that Xiaochen's glioma is intertwined with the brain tissue, making it impossible to perform separation surgery, leaving us with only medication."

Liu Qing nodded, acknowledging that Zhao Heng's assessment was very accurate, which aligned closely with what the Mayo Clinic's attending physician had said.

This wasn't surprising; in terms of diagnosing the disease, any truly skilled doctor would arrive at more or less the same conclusion; the difference lay in the treatment plans proposed by different doctors.

"What final suggestions did Mayo provide?"

Zhao Heng couldn't help but ask.

He was curious about what kind of final treatment advice the Mayo Clinic, considered the best in the world, would offer to a patient with advanced brain glioma like Ma Xiaochen.

"Their final suggestion was still surgery, but it carries no guarantee of success, with a great risk and a high possibility of not leaving the operating table alive."

Liu Qing sighed bitterly, noting that if it weren't for her husband Ma Jianteng calling yesterday to say that there was still a doctor like Zhao Heng in the country who specialized in nanotherapy, offering a slight hope, she would have agreed to the Mayo Clinic's attending physician's surgical recommendation.

She understood deep inside that, although her husband was the richest man in the country, in a place like the Beautiful Country, especially at the Mayo Clinic, each day patients came from all over the world—tycoons, distinguished figures from politics and business, and even kings or princes from some monarchies.

In comparison, although Mayo treated their son's case with seriousness, the attention given to them was, frankly, also just that.

This year, on the global wealth list, the country's richest man ranked only seventeenth.

"Attempting surgery under such circumstances provides too low a probability of success."

Hearing Mayo's final recommendations, Zhao Heng frowned slightly as he spoke.

Medicine isn't mysticism; healing patients doesn't rely on luck. Conducting surgery in cases where surgery is extremely inapplicable, without any surgical indication, to put it bluntly, is callous, with no real chance of success through luck.

Simply put, with Ma Xiaochen's condition, once on the operating table, the likelihood of making it off alive was extremely slim.

"Yes, but without surgery, the Mayo doctors say current medications for treating brain gliomas have very limited effects and cannot reach the lesion."

Liu Qing sighed, expressing the dilemma between taking the nearly nonexistent chance offered by surgery or opting for conservative drug treatment and watching her son suffer a slow death—an excruciating choice for any mother!

It's not that Mayo's doctors aren't skilled—it's just that the treatment for Ma Xiaochen remains within the realm of conventional medicine, choosing from existing treatment methods one that might work or is relatively valuable.

As for Zhao Heng's approach, proposing to develop a completely new kind of nano-material, siRNA micelles, to treat a patient, would seem utterly baffling to other doctors.

"We previously treated a Fusarium infection patient using carbon nanotubes to deliver medication, and although carbon nanotubes have limited success crossing the blood-brain barrier, they have proven more effective than any other current brain glioma treatments."

"We can first use the carbon nanotube treatment to control the condition, then quickly work on developing siRNA micelles."

Zhao Heng, without any pleasantries, thought for a moment and proposed the treatment plan he had already devised.

"Thank you so much, Dr. Zhao."

For Zhao Heng to directly propose a treatment plan without a hint of small talk delighted Liu Qing instead of startling her. When she first met Zhao Heng, she sensed that this young man truly had skills.

"By the way, Dr. Zhao, I've contacted President Zhao of Yanjing East regarding Professor Li Hongwei, and he'll be coordinating."

Pausing, Liu Qing added.

As someone from a privileged background, Liu Qing's power was unimaginable to ordinary people. For the average person, meeting the president of Yanjing University might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but for Liu Qing and the influence behind her, it was nothing extraordinary.

Regarding Zhao Heng, Liu Qing didn't rashly mention anything like promising a hefty reward for curing her son—such promises generally work for most people.

However, having researched Zhao Heng, she knew he was also involved in developing medical software with a company and likely wouldn't lack money in the future. If her son Ma Xiaochen recovered, she intended to express her gratitude to this young doctor in a more discreet manner.

Liu Qing knew well that in front of such a young genius, maintaining her role as a responsible family member was sufficient.

"Hmm, that's even better."

Zhao Heng nodded, recognizing that this was beneficial for Professor Li Hongwei as well. At least, regardless of the outcome, it could alleviate the funding issues plaguing Professor Li Hongwei's research.

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