A few minutes later, Jack Sullivan walked into Robert’s office.

The Hollywood star was dressed in a simple black T-shirt, wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, but his aura was unmistakable. As soon as he entered, his eyes were drawn to the wall of pennants. He stood there, looking up for a while.

"What is this?" he asked with a curious tone.

Robert smiled, "These are from my patients. They express gratitude this way, it’s Chinese culture."

Sullivan turned his head, looking at him with some surprise, "Chinese culture?"

His idol is Bruce Lee, so he is quite fond of Chinese culture.

Robert shrugged, "My teacher is Chinese!"

Sullivan sat down on the sofa, took off his sunglasses, and looked at Robert, straightforwardly saying, "Dr. Luo, my knee is acting up again. I have had surgery twice before, but it’s been increasingly painful lately. The MRI shows the meniscus is problematic again. I’m here because I heard you’re the best doctor in this field."

Robert didn’t hurry to respond. He walked to the desk, opened the computer, and pulled up Sullivan’s imaging data, staring intently at the screen.

The office was very quiet, Marian was standing at the door, not daring to breathe. Sullivan’s agent sat on another sofa, nervously watching Robert’s expression.

Finally, Robert looked up.

"Your meniscus indeed has issues again," he said, "and the location is bad, with a complex tear, making conventional meniscus suturing difficult to heal."

Sullivan frowned, "Then what can be done?"

Robert looked at him.

"However, my teacher taught me a special suture technique specifically for this situation," he said, "Using this technique, combined with bioagents that promote repair, the success rate is high. This method is still in clinical trials, but I’ve done a dozen cases, all with good outcomes."

Sullivan’s eyes lit up, "Who is your teacher?"

"His name is Yang Ping, at Sanbo Hospital in China."

Sullivan was surprised, "Professor Yang Ping? The Yang Ping who won the Nobel Prize in Biomedical Sciences twice?"

"That’s right!" Robert said with unabashed pride.

"Dr. Luo, I’ll entrust my knee to you."

"This is the right choice."

The surgery was scheduled for three days later.

During these three days, Robert’s clinic was almost surrounded by the media. Someone had leaked the news that Jack Sullivan was going to have surgery at "Brother Luo’s Clinic." Reporters flocked with cameras, waiting to catch big news.

But Robert wasn’t worried at all. He went to work as usual, seeing patients as usual, chatting with Old Tom in Chinese as usual. When reporters wanted to interview him, he would say in Chinese, "Sorry, I don’t speak English," and leave them hanging.

The reporters exchanged puzzled looks, not understanding why this American doctor was speaking Chinese and not English.

In the operating room, everything was ready.

Sullivan lay on the operating table, already anesthetized. The nurse and assistants were in position, and the rhythmic beeping of the monitor filled the room.

Robert put on his surgical gown and gloves, standing by the surgical table, looking at the patient’s knee joint. He took a deep breath and reached out his hand.

"Let’s start."

Under the shadowless lamp, the opening, insertion of the scope, exploration, and positioning were done in one smooth motion. His eyes fixed on the screen, displaying images of the inside of the knee joint, the complex tears in the meniscus, the wear on the cartilage, the inflammation of the synovium.

Besides suturing the meniscus, cartilage transplantation was also needed, which was no problem for Robert.

Two hours later, Robert put down the instruments and looked up.

"Done!"

The assistant next to him looked at the screen in amazement, "Perfect!" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Robert walked to Sullivan’s side, glanced at the monitor’s data, heart rate, blood pressure, oxygen levels, everything was normal. He told Sullivan, "The surgery is over and went very smoothly. Take good care, and you’ll be filming again soon."

"Thank you so much," Sullivan was very excited.

As he walked out of the operating room, Sullivan’s agent approached nervously asking, "How did it go?"

Robert nodded, "Smoothly, now it’s up to the recovery."

The agent shook his hand repeatedly, saying thank you.

That evening at home, Robert sent a message to Yang Ping: "Professor, I performed a surgery on Jack Sullivan today using the method you taught me, and it went smoothly."

After sending it, he laid down his phone, leaned back on the sofa, and closed his eyes.

After a long time, the phone rang, and he picked it up to see Yang Ping’s three-word reply:

"Got it."

He looked at the three words, this was his teacher, a man of few words.

The next morning, Robert was back at the clinic.

As he entered, he saw Old Tom greeting a patient in Chinese: "Hello! Welcome to Brother Luo’s Clinic! How do you feel today?"

The patient, an elderly Chinese woman, was clearly surprised and hesitated before responding: "I’m... I’m fine, thank you."

Old Tom smiled, "You’re welcome! Wishing you a speedy recovery!"

Robert walked by, patting Old Tom on the shoulder, and said in Chinese, "Old Tom, your Chinese is getting better and better."

Old Tom grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, "Boss, I used the reward you gave me last time to pay the down payment, now I have my own house too."

Robert nodded, "Good, keep learning, aim to pass the HSK Level 6 next year, and I’ll give you another reward to pay off your mortgage."

Old Tom became excited, "Really? Boss, you watch."

Robert said, "Of course it’s true, when have I ever lied to you?"

Walking into the office, Marian was already waiting there. She handed him a document, saying, "Boss, this is the list of Chinese learning rewards for this month. A total of eight people, need your signature."

Robert took it and looked. Among the eight, there were two nurses, three rehabilitation therapists, one receptionist, one finance person, and one kitchen aunt. Each had their study duration, exam scores, and reward amounts listed behind their names.

He looked at those numbers, mentally calculating the bonuses, he didn’t care. Earning several hundred million US dollars a year, he wasn’t concerned about this small amount.

He picked up the pen, signed swiftly, and handed back the document to Marian, saying, "Inform them, the money will be distributed next week."

Marian smiled, "Boss, you really are a generous boss."

He shook his head, "I’m not generous, it’s their hard work, I’m just giving them an opportunity. Whether they seize it is their business."

After Marian left, he sat alone in the office, looking out at the Long Island sunlight, a sudden surge of indescribable satisfaction filling his heart.

This clinic is his hard work, his pride.

Not just because it’s ranked number one in the U.S., not just because of those star patients. It’s because there’s an atmosphere here, one he’s personally created, warm, friendly, and humane. Everyone who enters, regardless of background or status, can feel this atmosphere.

And all of this stems from that distant Chinese city, from Professor Yang.

A week later, Jack Sullivan came for a follow-up.

He was on crutches but in good spirits. Upon seeing Robert, he smiled and said, "Dr. Luo, I’m feeling good."

Robert examined him and reviewed new imaging data, "You’re recovering well, keep it up."

Sullivan looked at him and suddenly asked, "Dr. Luo, your teacher, Professor Yang Ping, can I meet him?"

Robert was taken aback, "You want to meet him?"

Sullivan said, "I heard he’s a god-like figure, I’d love to meet him."

Robert was silent for a moment, then smiled, "I’m sorry, he’s only interested in medicine, so... he won’t meet you."

Sullivan was quite disappointed.