Chapter 318: Chapter 317: Let’s Talk About It Then

When Yan Feifan arrived at the office of the Plastic Surgery Center’s director, Wang Chuan handed him several agreements.

"This is the investment agreement for the home-style restaurant. If it looks good, sign it quickly. We’ve already started negotiating with the landlord."

Yan Feifan quickly scanned the agreement and saw that Wang Chuan, Luo Jianjun, Lo Jun, and Shi Zonglu had already signed it.

Without a word, he picked up a pen and signed his name with a flourish on the signature line.

Wang Chuan casually remarked, "Feifan, out of the total 5.6 million investment, you and your sister are clearly splitting it fifty-fifty."

"Even though you’re the one who earned all this money, once it’s on paper, it belongs to both you and your sister."

Yan Feifan said, unconcerned, "Without my sister, I wouldn’t be who I am today."

"All my sister wants is to have money in her pocket so she can just coast through life."

Yan Feifan chuckled. "This investment, plus the startup funding for the IV drip controller... if all goes well, it should be enough for her."

Wang Chuan couldn’t help but laugh. "I thought your sister’s lifelong dream was to find a tall, rich, and handsome husband?"

Yan Feifan chuckled. "That was back when we didn’t have any money of our own. Things are different now that we’re well-off."

Wang Chuan smiled and collected the agreements Yan Feifan had just signed.

"This morning, I’ve scheduled two breast augmentation surgeries. You’ll assist so you can get a closer look and learn..."

The critical parts of breast augmentation surgery are the preoperative examination, the shaping design, and the creation of the implants.

For someone of Yan Feifan’s skill, the actual surgical procedure wasn’t very technically demanding.

Wang Chuan knew this as well; he was just having Yan Feifan go through the motions as a matter of procedure.

The two breast augmentation surgeries took up the entire morning.

At 1:30 in the afternoon, Yan Feifan began the cosmetic surgery for Zhong Ting, his sister’s colleague from the finance department, serving as the lead surgeon.

His surgical assistant this time was once again Lin Qian.

A little after four in the afternoon, Yan Feifan finished the operation, left the surgical area, and briefly updated Zhong Ting’s family on how it went.

While he was talking, Yan Feifan noticed a stocky man in his forties or fifties standing nearby, watching him with a scrutinizing gaze. The man had a buzz cut with a few scattered white hairs.

When Yan Feifan turned to look, the man met his gaze and strode over.

"Mr. Yan, hello!"

The man with the buzz cut gave Yan Feifan’s hand a firm shake and introduced himself. "I’m Qin Feng, a neurosurgeon from the Armed Police General Hospital. I’m here to discuss tomorrow’s surgical plan with you."

Yan Feifan had expected to see his old acquaintance, Dr. Qiu Ge, today.

After all, Dr. Qiu was widely considered one of the top two neurosurgeons in all of Binhai.

He never expected a strange doctor from the Armed Police General Hospital to show up instead.

Yan Feifan flexed his faintly aching right hand and politely invited him, "Mr. Qin, let’s talk in the office."

After leading Qin Feng into the director’s office, Yan Feifan handed him a simplified perspective diagram drawn with a charcoal pencil.

"This is the part I’m responsible for. It requires a total of four punctures."

"I’ll need you to review and confirm the puncture pathways drawn here, Mr. Qin. However, the locations of the puncture points themselves cannot be changed."

Qin Feng looked at the diagram, then back at Yan Feifan. He then began to pace around the office, diagram in hand.

He patrolled the space between the floor-to-ceiling windows and the desk, at times narrowing his eyes in deep thought, at others widening them to glance at the diagram.

His behavior made Yan Feifan wonder, ’Maybe all neurosurgeons have a habit of pacing while they think?’

Yan Feifan poured himself a glass of water and sat down on a sofa in the reception area to rest.

Ten or twenty minutes later, Qin Feng finally broke his pacing pattern, walked over to the reception area, and sat down opposite Yan Feifan.

He placed the diagram on the coffee table. "Mr. Yan, I’ve reviewed the four puncture routes you designed. I see no problem with them."

"They all avoid the brain’s sensitive areas. I can’t think of any better pathways."

"Thank you for the validation."

Yan Feifan replied politely, then asked, "And the biopsy puncture?"

Qin Feng declared, "I’ll be responsible for that!"

He picked up the surgical diagram again, stood up, and said, "Mr. Yan, I’ve studied the two difficult cranial surgeries you performed with Dr. Qiu."

"Mr. Yan, I look forward to working with you tomorrow. Goodbye!"

With that, Qin Feng strode out of the office...

The moment the man left, Yan Feifan’s body went limp. He sank into the sofa as if he didn’t have a bone in his body, closing his eyes wearily.

A moment later, he heard the office door being pushed open, followed by the sound of light footsteps.

Without opening his eyes, Yan Feifan murmured, "Why aren’t you resting at home? What are you doing back at the hospital?"

"I slept my fill, and I was bored all by myself."

As the gentle voice spoke, Yan Feifan felt his head being lifted and gently placed on a pair of soft, pliant thighs.

Then, a pair of hands landed on his shoulders and began to massage them.

"My brother said he’ll seriously consider it."

"I can tell he’s tempted."

Yan Feifan let out a contented hum as he enjoyed the massage. Yu Suye’s voice sounded by his ear again.

"My brother said that even though our product is simple, it meets a real need for patients. He thinks it has great market potential and is very optimistic about it."

"He’s also extremely enthusiastic about our idea for an integrated patient management platform, calling it the inevitable future of the field."

Yan Feifan chuckled. "If he’s so optimistic, he should just join us. What’s the hesitation?"

Yu Suye sighed softly. "A big reason my brother has endured so much while staying with the family is because of our grandfather and father’s stubbornness."

"Our aunt left, and I left."

"If he leaves now, too..."

"Sigh..."

Yan Feifan said slowly, "Adults are just like children. You can’t spoil them or let them get away with everything."

"Otherwise, you give them an inch and they’ll take a mile, without any sense of restraint."

Yu Suye hummed in agreement. "That’s very true."

"Now, after what happened with my cousin, they’d love to take their anger out on me, but I’m out of their reach. They’ll probably focus all their fire on my brother instead."

"My brother could actually use this to his advantage to persuade Grandfather and Father."

Just then, a soft knock sounded at the door.

Yan Feifan lifted his head from Yu Suye’s lap and called out, "Come in."

The person who entered was Qi Xiuping.

He approached them with a wide smile, bowing slightly. "Mr. Yan, Dr. Yu, I’m sorry to disturb you."

"Mr. Yan, may I observe in the operating room during the cosmetic surgery you’re leading tonight?"

Yan Feifan replied nonchalantly, "No problem."

Yu Suye suddenly asked, "Hey, isn’t the attending physician exam tomorrow?"

"Dr. Qi, don’t you need to study and prepare?"

Qi Xiuping said confidently, "The exam is mostly about what you’ve accumulated over time. Last-minute cramming won’t do much good."

He added with a sincere expression, "Mr. Yan, Dr. Yu, without your enthusiastic, responsible, and meticulous guidance, there’s no way I would have passed the director’s evaluation at my current level."

"To show my gratitude, I’d like to host a small dinner for you tomorrow night..."

Yan Feifan waved him off. "That’s not necessary. We’ll be working together under the director from now on. Just focus on doing a good job."

Qi Xiuping insisted, "Doing a good job is a given, but I must also show my gratitude."

"I must insist that you both grace me with your presence, Mr. Yan, Dr. Yu!"

He quickly added, "My parents, my aunt, and Mrs. Yu will be there as well."

Hearing this, Yan Feifan felt like he was being railroaded into it. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"I have an important surgery tomorrow. We’ll see..."