Overpowered Resident Doctor-Chapter 195 - 194: Helping to Get It Done

Three young men were fawning over Yu Suye. One tall, one short, one fat—their physical features were quite distinct.

When Yu Suye saw the Yan siblings emerge from Building Nine, she slipped sideways past the three men surrounding her and went to greet them.

She walked up to Yan Feifan, gracefully pivoted to his right, and casually took his arm.

Then, she, along with the Yan siblings, stared at the three young men with a mixture of wariness, scrutiny, and disdain.

Seeing this, the tall young man let out a loud whistle.

"Hey beautiful, like I said, there's nothing at the Affiliated Hospital that I, Cheng Lezhi, can't handle."

"It's easy to find me!"

"Let's go!"

With that, he swaggered toward the district's exit.

The short young man and the fat young man followed, one on his left and one on his right. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"Su Ye, are you okay?" Yan Ziruo asked with concern.

Yu Suye shook her head and said, "I'm fine. I got out of the car to look at the neighborhood scenery, and those three guys came over to hit on me."

"I'm used to this kind of thing."

She added, "The tall one claimed his dad is the hospital director and that he can solve any hospital matter with a single phone call."

Yan Ziruo looked at the backs of the three men under the streetlight and said, "The head director of our Affiliated Hospital is also named Cheng."

"Feifan, is he Mr. Cheng's son?"

Yan Feifan shook his head. "Never seen him. I don't know!"

After that incident of harassment, Yan Feifan had his sister stay with Yu Suye while he went to deliver the gifts alone.

Yan Feifan's efficiency at delivering gifts alone was clearly much higher.

Knock, meet, state his purpose, present the gift, say goodbye, leave. The whole process only took two or three minutes, five or six at most.

By the time Yan Feifan had finished visiting Psychiatry Director Miao Quan, and Furong District's Diagnostics Director Qee Sheng, Cardiac Surgery Director Liang Zhao Kui, and Emergency Department Director Wan Yuming, it was just 9:30 PM.

Yan Feifan pulled open the car door and got into the back seat of the MINI.

He leaned back against the seat, let out a breath, and said, "That was exhausting. More trouble than performing a surgery."

Yan Ziruo chuckled. "It's mainly mentally tiring. Giving gifts is a skill too; not everyone can do it well."

She looked at Yu Suye, who was driving, and said, "Work's done. Su Ye, it's time to reward you."

"You get to decide what we do next!"

Yu Suye thought for a moment and said, "Let's go sing?"

"Singing sounds great..."

Yan Ziruo exclaimed cheerfully, "It's been so long since I've been to karaoke! WHOO..."

"Let's go, let's belt out a few songs..."

The three of them found a nearby KTV, got a small private room, and ordered a fruit platter, along with some snacks and drinks.

A few minutes later, Yu Suye was hitting her head in regret.

'Why did I choose to go singing?'

The two siblings were competing to see who could wail like a banshee worse than the other. It was absolutely murderous.

To save her own ears, Yu Suye had to queue up one song after another, giving the siblings no chance to perform.

Yan Ziruo ate a piece of kiwi and asked, "How confident are you about Xia Min's obesity case?"

Yan Feifan said confidently, "For obesity caused by non-natural reasons, one hundred percent. As for the specific cause, there's a high probability it's some kind of benign adenoma."

Yan Ziruo said, very puzzled, "If you're so sure, then why hasn't Mr. Chen figured it out all these years?"

"As a department director, I can't believe Mr. Chen's medical skills are all for show."

Yan Feifan thought for a moment and analyzed, "It's probably a cognitive bias, a blind spot, or maybe he just took it for granted."

"Mrs. Chen also said that Xia Min's mother is also a heavy woman, so it's natural for Xia Min to take after her mother's physique."

Yan Ziruo giggled and said, "If your diagnosis is wrong, you'll have to take responsibility and marry Xia Min. If your diagnosis is right, Xia Min will have to marry you to repay your kindness."

"Looks like I'm getting a sister-in-law either way."

Yan Feifan shot her a sideways glance. "Sis, are you really that dense, or are you just pretending? Can't you tell Mrs. Chen was just joking?"

"What century is this?"

Without another word, Yan Ziruo flicked her brother on the forehead.

"You little brat, you're asking for it, aren't you?"

Her gaze shifted to Yu Suye, who was engrossed in her singing. She reached out, wrapped an arm around Yan Feifan's shoulders, and pulled him closer.

"Feifan, did something... unspeakable... happen between you and Su Ye in Jingcheng?"

"I feel like the way she looks at you is a little... strange."

Yan Feifan looked at Yu Suye too, and their eyes met for a moment.

"Her gaze seems normal. Nothing's different?"

Yan Ziruo scoffed in disgust. "You're a classic example of someone who can scrutinize the tip of a fine hair, yet fails to see a cartload of firewood."

"Forget it. Just tell me everything that happened between you and Su Ye in Jingcheng, big and small, without leaving anything out..."

While eating fruit, Yan Feifan briefly recounted the events in Jingcheng...

"Stop, stop, hold on a second. Su Ye only booked one room?"

"And Su Ye said the hotel couldn't deliver the clean clothes until the next morning?"

Yan Feifan nodded, stating confidently, "That's right. My memory doesn't make mistakes."

Yan Ziruo asked again, burning with impatience, "Feifan, what did you two do next?"

"Showered separately, ate one after the other, and then played a game!"

"What game?" Yan Ziruo asked, her eyes lighting up.

Yan Feifan explained, "You name any three symptoms, and the other person has to name all the diseases that include those three symptoms."

He added with a touch of disdain, "She kept losing, and she'd make mistakes from time to time, naming the wrong diseases."

"I had to keep correcting her."

"Later, I saw she was getting flustered and seemed like a sore loser. I was afraid she'd hit me, so I intentionally lost once..."

'Good, you're not completely hopeless after all,' Yan Ziruo thought to herself.

"And then what?"

"The police showed up..."

At this moment, Yan Ziruo completely understood Yu Suye's feelings for her dense brother.

She also realized something.

'Yu Suye's sudden desire to rent the attic definitely wasn't about the attic itself; her true intentions were aimed at my brother.'

'A sweet, foolish girl like Yu Suye—who comes from a good family, is beautiful, has a great figure, shares a common language with my brother, and most importantly, admires and likes him—is truly a rare find in this world.'

Yan Ziruo suddenly felt a pang of envy and jealousy for her brother's good luck. 'Why isn't there a tall, rich, and handsome guy that outstanding who likes me?'

She sighed to herself.

'The most important thing now is to help Yu Suye win over my brother.'

'An outstanding, sweet, foolish girl like Yu Suye is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity... once she's gone, you'll never find another.'

At 11:20 PM, the Yan siblings and Yu Suye, whose throat was a little raw from singing, went to the lobby to pay the bill.

Yan Feifan saw Ye Lin and six or seven other young women from the plastic surgery center come giggling and laughing into the lobby.

They saw Yan Feifan too, quickly nudged each other, stopped their laughing and messing around, and obediently formed a line.

"Mr. Yan, good evening!"

Yan Feifan grunted in acknowledgment and then asked, "You all got your bonuses docked, so how are you still in the mood to go singing?"

Ye Lin, who was pushed out from the line, explained softly, "Compared to Wen Chunli and the others getting fired, we can accept having our bonuses docked."

Ye Lin bowed slightly and said, "Mr. Yan, thank you."

"The director said that if you hadn't spoken up for us, even if we weren't fired, we would have been transferred to other departments."

Yan Feifan was slightly taken aback and said vaguely, "It's mainly because your usual performance is good, and there were extenuating circumstances for the mistake this time. That's why the director went easy on you."

"Keep up the hard work in the future!"

"Yes, Mr. Yan..."

「At 6:30 the next morning, Yan Feifan received a call from Chen Yu.」

"It's been confirmed as Cushing's syndrome caused by an adrenal cortical tumor..."