Chapter 658: Chapter 657: Give Them One Back

It was Saturday morning again. Yan Feifan made breakfast, dragged his sister, who loved to sleep in, out of bed, and they went to the dining room to eat together.

Yan Ziruo, her eyes heavy with sleep, looked at the boiled eggs, wontons, and two small cold side dishes on the table, feeling no appetite at all.

She yawned and said, "Feifan, you can’t live life so tightly wound all the time. You have to relax and let loose once in a while."

"Tell me, when was the last time you slept in?"

Yan Feifan stated matter-of-factly, "Two hundred and ninety-four days ago. Before that, I lazed around in bed for a year and three months."

After a brief pause, he added, "I don’t sleep in because I have things that bring me more joy, both mentally and physically, than lazing in bed."

"And those things are studying and working."

Yan Ziruo couldn’t help but roll her eyes. She ran a hand through her messy, shoulder-length hair.

"That’s why you became a genius doctor, Feifan, while I’m just an ordinary little office worker."

Yan Ziruo yawned again, then changed the subject. "Our uncle said the paperwork for his apartment is almost finished."

"Once the paperwork is done, he and Mrs. Xia are going on a honeymoon trip."

"They’re not having a wedding ceremony?" Yan Feifan asked, a little curious.

Yan Ziruo said softly, "Our uncle said he and Mrs. Xia discussed it. They’ll just set up a few tables for a meal with close friends and family. No need for a big, elaborate event."

Yan Feifan hummed in understanding and asked, "Have they set a date?"

Yan Ziruo shook her head. "Sometime in the latter half of this month, tentatively."

"Feifan, what should we get them as a gift?"

Yan Feifan thought for a moment. "Hasn’t our uncle always been dreaming of a luxury car?"

"Sis, let’s get them a car!"

Yan Ziruo nodded, picked up a boiled egg from her plate, and tapped it on the table.

Just then, Yan Feifan’s phone rang.

He picked it up and saw it was a call from Dr. Peng Zhanghua of the Oral Surgery Department.

"Dr. Peng, good morning!"

"Mr. Yan, good morning to you too!"

Yan Feifan listened to Peng Zhanghua’s pleasantries, then waited a moment before hearing the other man’s hesitant voice over the phone.

"Um... well... Mr. Yan, about the macroglossia correction surgery lecture we scheduled for today... I think we should just call it off."

"Call it off?"

Yan Feifan pressed, "Dr. Peng, do you have something else important to attend to?"

"When would be a good time for you? We can reschedule."

"Reschedule..."

After another moment of silence, Peng Zhanghua’s voice came through again.

"Mr. Yan, I don’t think that’s necessary."

Before Yan Feifan could ask why, the other man explained further, "Well, Mr. Yan, for the past two days, I’ve been thinking about the twenty-three questions you sent me."

"I even performed dissection experiments and verified nine of the solutions you proposed in your questions."

"I have to admit, Mr. Yan, the solutions you proposed are more appropriate than my own methods."

"Mr. Yan, this shows that you’ve thoroughly mastered macroglossia correction surgery and have already surpassed me."

"As for today’s lecture, I won’t make a fool of myself and become a laughingstock."

Hearing this, Yan Feifan quickly tried to salvage the situation. "Dr. Peng, I’m not as skilled as you think. I genuinely have many questions about macroglossia correction surgery that I need to ask you."

"The solutions I proposed were just things I came up with after repeatedly simulating, analyzing, and comparing them based on my understanding of your surgical procedure."

"It doesn’t mean I can independently perform a more perfect macroglossia correction surgery than you can, Dr. Peng."

Yan Feifan pleaded earnestly, "Dr. Peng, I really do have many fundamental questions and would be grateful for your generous guidance!"

Another long silence followed.

"Mr. Yan... nine o’clock, my office..."

At 8:55 AM, Yan Feifan appeared in Peng Zhanghua’s office.

During this meeting, Yan Feifan could clearly feel that the atmosphere between them had become a bit awkward.

Peng Zhanghua forced a slight smile. "Mr. Yan, given that your grasp of macroglossia correction surgery far exceeds my imagination, I don’t think a systematic lecture is necessary."

"How about this: just ask whatever you want to know, and I’ll do my best to answer."

Hearing this, Yan Feifan didn’t stand on ceremony. He directly opened his tablet and brought up a 3D cutaway view of the tongue.

Yan Feifan pointed to a thin blood vessel on the front left side of the tongue in the diagram. "Dr. Peng, the tongue is rich in blood vessels and nerves. This vessel, located at the edge, is very susceptible to damage during correction surgery."

"Regarding how to handle it..."

Peng Zhanghua said thoughtfully, "Handling this blood vessel... depending on the situation, there are three main methods."

"The first is..."

As Peng Zhanghua explained, he watched Yan Feifan’s expression and saw that he was extremely serious, with no hint of mockery. This made him breathe a quiet sigh of relief.

To be honest, from Peng Zhanghua’s perspective, the questions Yan Feifan had sent him after the surgery on Thursday night didn’t feel like an inquiry. It felt more like he was pointing out flaws, a veiled way of showing off and giving pointers.

This had made Peng Zhanghua quite annoyed and even angry.

But he had to admit, the solutions Yan Feifan proposed for the issues were genuinely more appropriate than his own methods.

It was essentially a highly specific post-operative guide that could help him improve his surgical technique.

This left Peng Zhanghua feeling very conflicted.

On one hand, he felt that Yan Feifan was mocking and insulting him. On the other hand, it didn’t seem like something Yan Feifan would do.

As a famous figure at the Affiliated Hospital, there were many rumors about Yan Feifan, both good and bad. But in terms of character, Yan Feifan was considered to be at least decent.

Thus, Peng Zhanghua had agonized over it until this morning, when he finally called Yan Feifan to test the waters.

In truth, Peng Zhanghua had already made up his mind. Even if it was mockery and humiliation, he would accept it.

When he was younger and studying under his mentor, the scoldings he received were far more severe than this.

’Now that I’m an attending physician, can I not even take a little criticism?’

Besides, the document Yan Feifan had provided was targeted and could genuinely elevate his surgical skills.

’Age doesn’t matter when it comes to learning; whoever is more skilled is the teacher...’

As his mindset gradually calmed, Peng Zhanghua answered a few more of Yan Feifan’s questions and noticed something.

The questions Yan Feifan was asking were truly very fundamental, very detail-oriented.

There was one detailed question about something that even he would handle casually during an actual surgery.

Because of this, he had to think it over and recall his experiences carefully before he could formulate a clear answer for Yan Feifan.

In the process, Peng Zhanghua came to realize that he had handled this specific detail improperly in a few of his past surgeries...

As Yan Feifan’s questions delved deeper, Peng Zhanghua’s periods of contemplation and recollection grew longer and longer.

At the same time, the shock in Peng Zhanghua’s heart grew stronger.

First, he was shocked by Yan Feifan’s meticulous pursuit of detail, a demanding level where every muscle bundle, every tiny branch of a blood vessel, and every nerve fiber had to be understood with absolute clarity.

Second, he was shocked that his own understanding of macroglossia correction surgery was not nearly as refined as he had imagined.

This was a type of surgery he prided himself on being an expert in.

Third, he was shocked to realize that his previous surgeries had so many imperfections in their details.

And those imperfections were things he could have avoided.

But due to his own negligence and casualness, he had simply glossed over them during the procedures.

This made Peng Zhanghua’s heart tremble, and a cold sweat broke out on his back...

Unconsciously, time flew by in a blur of Yan Feifan’s questions, Peng Zhanghua’s answers, and their mutual discussions.

In the blink of an eye, it went from nine in the morning to nearly six in the evening.

"Dr. Peng, I’ve asked all my questions."

"Dr. Peng, thank you!"

As he said this, Yan Feifan gave Peng Zhanghua a deep bow.

Peng Zhanghua quickly stepped aside, and after Yan Feifan straightened up, he, in turn, gave Yan Feifan a slight bow.

"Mr. Yan, the saying ’teaching and learning benefit each other’ is absolutely right. This time, I feel I’ve gained more than I’ve given."

"Through your questions, I’ve been able to meticulously review my own macroglossia correction procedure."

"I’m so ashamed, truly ashamed..."

Peng Zhanghua said with a look of self-reproach, "I could have done better in some of my past surgeries."

He sighed, then bowed slightly again. "Mr. Yan, thank you!"

Peng Zhanghua straightened up and said, "Mr. Yan, you possess both a high-level, strategic perspective and an ultimate pursuit of detail."

"I finally understand why your surgical success rate has always been one hundred percent, and why your patients’ post-operative recovery is so good."

"Mr. Yan, you have shown me the path to the next level..."

Just then, Yan Feifan’s phone rang.

It was a call from Su Ye.

Yan Feifan excused himself to Dr. Peng and answered the phone.

"Su Ye, how did the talk with your family elders go?"

"It went smoothly enough. They agreed to let me leave, but with one condition."

"What condition?"

"Feifan, they said that since you poached someone as outstanding as me, you have to give them one back."

"Give one back? How do I do that?" Yan Feifan was confused.

"Simple. Take on a disciple from the Yu Family..."

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