Chapter 570: Chapter 569: Deep-Pocketed

Just like that, it was Monday, and another busy week had begun.

In the morning twilight, Yan Feifan slowly opened his eyes. He felt stiff all over and couldn’t move a muscle.

A moment later, he understood his predicament.

Yu Suye was clinging to him like an octopus, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him.

Now fully awake, Yan Feifan wanted to move but didn’t dare.

Last night, Yu Suye’s explosive initiative and passion had been a delight for his body and soul, but it had also been a bit much for him to handle.

’If Yu Suye gets that fiery again this morning, can this humble body of mine even take it?’

’I still have a ton of work at the hospital today.’

Yan Feifan cautiously lifted Yu Suye’s arm off his body, then her leg...

He moved with the gentle precision of someone defusing a bomb.

Fortunately, the entire operation was a success—tense but without incident. Yan Feifan slipped out of bed and padded barefoot out of the attic bedroom...

Early in the morning, Yan Feifan arrived at the Affiliated Hospital and went straight to the plastic surgery center.

Two days had passed since Yan Jiaojiao’s surgery.

With the dosage of her painkillers being steadily reduced, this was actually the most painful and unbearable time for her.

On top of that, it was the height of summer. Even though she spent all day in a centrally air-conditioned room, the psychological feeling of stuffiness and irritability was impossible to shake.

Generally speaking, summer is the least suitable season for plastic surgery.

Every time she tried to speak, it pulled at the incisions on her face. With tears welling in her eyes, Yan Jiaojiao simply typed a single word on her phone over and over for Yan Feifan to see: Pain.

But Yan Feifan had no easy solution for her.

He couldn’t give her unlimited anesthetics and painkillers. All he could do was comfort her, telling her to think of these next few days as the painful struggle before a caterpillar transforms into a butterfly.

You can’t see a rainbow without going through a storm!

After offering a few more words of encouragement and checking the healing of Yan Jiaojiao’s incisions, Yan Feifan moved on to the room of the younger twin sister, Yuanyuan.

After more than a month of recovery, Yuanyuan, who had undergone transplants for her left hand, left foot, left face, and left ear, had been transferred to a regular private room.

Her body was recovering quite quickly.

Aside from the bone and nerve damage at the attachment points, the superficial tissue at the graft sites had healed completely.

Most importantly, no signs of rejection had been detected for a long time, which allowed Yan Feifan, Chen Yu, and the others to finally breathe a collective sigh of relief.

During this period, a psychologist from the neurology department had also been consistently providing Yuanyuan with therapy and counseling.

In his interactions with her, Yan Feifan noticed that as time passed and her injuries healed, Yuanyuan was becoming more and more lively, with smiles appearing on her face more and more often.

Of course, the left side of Yuanyuan’s face couldn’t smile yet. It was like she had facial paralysis, showing very little expression.

This was mainly because the nerves in her transplanted left face had not yet recovered.

It would be at least six months before the expressions on the left side of her face could become more varied.

After a thorough examination, Yan Feifan said to Yuanyuan and her parents, "Her recovery is going well. She can be discharged this week."

"As for the intramuscular injections to promote nerve recovery and the regular check-ups, you can handle those at a local clinic or hospital..."

These words from Yan Feifan made Yuanyuan’s family overjoyed, and they thanked him profusely...

When Yan Feifan reached the first-floor lobby of the plastic surgery center, he happened to run into Director Wang Chuan, who was just coming back to work.

"Director, you’re back from Hang City?"

Wang Chuan grunted in acknowledgment. "I got back last night. Yanyan’s mother is staying with them in Hang City for a couple more days of fun."

"Mr. Yu said Yanyan’s constitution is a bit deficient and her ’bones and sinews’ are weak, so he wrote a prescription. The traditional Chinese medicine will be sent over from Jingcheng."

After a pause, Wang Chuan smiled. "Sun Xinping, the executive director of Sunshine Film and Television, called me last night."

"He acted like nothing had happened and said that actor, Shao Jun, has finally cleared his schedule and has time for the surgery."

"The guy probably has no idea that we already know they were rejected by both Huarong Medical Beauty and Baiyun Medical Beauty."

Wang Chuan said with a chuckle, "I told him that even though *he* has an opening now, *you* don’t, Feifan. And you won’t have one for a long time. I suggested he contact another plastic surgery institution."

He added with relish, "Ah, the feeling of turning someone away when they come begging at your door... it’s just so satisfying."

"You have no idea, Feifan. My phone hasn’t stopped ringing for the past two days. It’s all people wanting to book you for surgery."

Yan Feifan asked happily, "Director, this must be my peers spreading my name, right? But didn’t you say before that as competitors, they wouldn’t do something that hurts them and helps us?"

Wang Chuan smiled and playfully poked Yan Feifan’s nose. "Hmph. You little punk, are you trying to rub it in my face?"

"Under normal circumstances, that’s how it would be."

Wang Chuan said, his voice filled with gratification and a touch of awe, "But alas, your performance was just too exceptional. You’ve well and truly won them over."

"People often resent those who are just a little better than them, but when someone is leagues ahead, on a completely different level, all that’s left is admiration and respect."

"You understand that principle as well."

"So, recommending you to others doesn’t make them feel like they’re losing face. Of course, Huarong and Baiyun still won’t recommend you, in order to protect their own image and status."

Wang Chuan added, "Also, our observation session on Friday was a pretty big deal in the plastic surgery world. People who were paying attention would have found out about it through various channels."

He then said with a look of deep regret, "It’s a real shame. To maintain your air of exclusivity and prestige, I had to turn them all down."

"It feels awful, having money dangled in front of you and not being able to take it."

Yan Feifan chuckled lightly. "It’s not like you’re short on money, Director."

"Oh, by the way, Director, did you know? A company wants to donate fifty million to my Extraordinary Fund."

Wang Chuan’s expression darkened. He said slowly, "I know. I also know that same company is donating fifty million to the hospital."

"That’s some serious financial muscle they’re flexing."

He then tried to persuade him, "Feifan, there are many things in this world we’re powerless to change. And not everything is so black and white."

"Don’t get hung up on it. You should take the money when it’s offered. Fifty million can save a lot of lives."

Yan Feifan hummed in agreement. "I understand, Director. I’m not that stubborn or inflexible."

He changed the subject. "Director, I’m going to Dr. Qiu Ge’s for a high-frequency sound wave hypnosis test tonight. Do you have time?"

Wang Chuan nodded. "I have time. We can go together."

After a moment’s hesitation, he asked, feigning casualness, "Feifan, last night I happened to see your sister’s social media post. She was saying something about how a man finally gave her some expensive jewelry."

"The ring looked really nice. Must have been expensive, huh?"

"Feifan, did your sister accept a marriage proposal?"

Yan Feifan scoffed, his voice tinged with annoyance. "As if. I gave her that ring. It was a gift I brought back from Jingcheng."

"She’s just showing off and being dramatic on social media."

Wang Chuan drew out a long "Ohhh," and said, "Well, I’m here in Binhai all by myself. After the test tonight, it would be the perfect time to drop by your place for dinner."

"Tell your housekeeper to make a few extra dishes..."

Yan Feifan left the plastic surgery center and went to Qin Ying’s medical research office on the second floor of the emergency department to begin his lessons for the day with Mrs. Qin.

Around ten in the morning, Yan Feifan received a call from Director Qee Sheng.

"Feifan, come to my office for a moment..."

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