Chapter 726: Chapter 725: Tool Person

After asking Liu Yan to pass on the message, Yan Feifan had assumed they would stubbornly continue to cause a scene for a while.

To his surprise, the crying and commotion outside quickly subsided.

A moment later, his uncle, aunt, and sister came to the reception room.

Liu Xia chuckled. "Feifan, your ultimatum was a good idea. It didn’t leave them any room for wishful thinking."

"Now that family has scurried off in disgrace. It looks like they’re taking the money and won’t be bothering with that guy anymore."

At this, Liu Xia glared at Shu Lei and said angrily, "The moment someone begs, you just forget your own scars?"

"If you had consistently shown that you wouldn’t forgive them, they wouldn’t have come to make a scene today!"

Shu Lei played dumb, chuckling sheepishly. He simply took Liu Xia’s hand without trying to defend himself.

Once he did that, Liu Xia wasn’t angry anymore.

Her tone softened. "You’re a grown man, but you’re still so clueless. I don’t even know what to say to you."

Shu Lei said cheekily, "I know I’m clueless. I promise, from now on, I’ll report everything to my dear wife and ask for your permission."

’Pathetic!’

Yan Feifan silently scorned his uncle...

Just past ten in the morning, the first wave of guests arrived.

In a sudden rush, more than twenty cars pulled up, and over a hundred people got out. Most of them were former neighbors who lived in Happiness Garden.

"Mr. Ge, Mr. He, Mrs. Yang, Mrs. Chen, Mr. Liang, Mr. Hao, Mr. Tian, Mrs. Tian..."

Yan Feifan enthusiastically greeted each of them, then reached out to pat the head of Tian Yu, who was sticking close to his side.

"You knew you were coming this morning, so why didn’t you come straight here after school yesterday? It would’ve saved you the trip."

Tian Yu leaned her head into Yan Feifan’s palm and giggled. "Mr. Yan, this way I can stay here after the banquet and won’t have to go home."

"Hey, Mr. Yan..."

Tian Yu whispered, "I was shocked to see so many people when we gathered this morning."

"My dad said that many of them are actually here for you, not for your uncle."

Yan Feifan chuckled. "It doesn’t matter who they’re here for! It’s a wedding banquet today. The more, the merrier..."

Just as they had gotten the hundred-plus guests settled at the restaurant, another wave of thirty or forty people arrived with their families in tow.

These were relatives from the Yan siblings’ maternal grandparents’ side of the family.

The Yan siblings felt nothing for them and simply gave them the cold shoulder.

They seemed to know their place, aware that the Yan siblings didn’t care for them and that mending the relationship would be a gradual process. They all went to enthusiastically chat up the uncle, the aunt, and the aunt’s family.

The third wave of guests was from Yan Feifan’s medical research lab. Led by Professor Shi Min, every single member had come.

This made Yan Feifan frown, however. "You all came?" he asked. "Are the patients all taken care of?"

The lab was currently responsible for only three inpatients.

There was Xia Min, the patient with the cerebral blood clot, and another patient with a spinal canal tumor who had been hospitalized for more than half a month.

Liu Qingfang, who was in charge of ward management, explained, "Mr. Yan, the patient with the cerebral blood clot has been moved out of the sterile ward and into a regular one. Her condition is very stable now."

"The patient with the spinal tumor has gone for rehab, and Xia Min no longer requires constant observation."

Liu Qingfang added, "Before we left, we asked the on-duty staff from other departments to help keep an eye on them."

Yan Feifan nodded and advised, "Next time something like this happens, we should still leave one of our own people behind."

"Most incidents that occur during a patient’s recovery are due to negligence from the on-duty staff."

"Someone from our own team will be more responsible."

Liu Qingfang looked slightly chagrined. "Mr. Yan, I’ll remember that. It won’t happen again."

Professor Shi Min also spoke up. "This is mainly my responsibility. I shouldn’t have been so lax with the requirements."

Yu Suye, standing beside Yan Feifan, smiled and said, "Let’s not talk about who’s responsible. It’s a wedding banquet today."

"Come on, follow me to the private room and get seated!"

The dozen or so people from the lab hurriedly followed Yu Suye and bustled out of the reception room.

Professor Shi Min, however, stayed behind.

At the same time, a middle-aged man who was standing by the door also walked over.

"Mr. Yan, hello, I’m..."

Yan Feifan cut him off. "Zhang Run, a doctoral supervisor and researcher at the Su Province Pharmaceutical Technology Research Institute."

"We were at the same table for Mr. Shi’s thirtieth anniversary teaching celebration."

Zhang Run said admiringly, "Everyone says you have an incredible memory, Mr. Yan—a photographic one. Now I believe it."

"We’ve only met once, and that was a while ago. There were so many people there, yet you still remember me so clearly."

"That memory... truly impressive!"

Yan Feifan said nonchalantly, "It’s been less than a month. We sat at the same table and we spoke. It would be strange if I didn’t remember."

This left Zhang Run feeling a little awkward.

At the dinner table that day, he had been the one to criticize Yan Feifan for being impolite and disrespectful to his seniors.

Just then, Shi Min cut in, "Feifan, Zhang Run is here to ask for a favor."

Yan Feifan gestured to the seat next to him. "Mr. Shi, Mr. Zhang, please, let’s sit and talk."

After the three were seated, Zhang Run, knowing Yan Feifan was busy today, got straight to the point.

"Mr. Yan, I am currently leading the research and development of an anti-cancer drug. It has now entered the human clinical trial phase."

"Based on the trial results to date, its effectiveness in inhibiting late-stage cancer is quite decent."

He paused, then continued, "Strictly speaking, my drug is a form of traditional Chinese medicine."

"It needs to be injected directly into the lesion to kill and suppress the growth of cancer cells."

Hearing this, Yan Feifan asked, puzzled, "Mr. Zhang, what does this traditional anti-cancer medicine you’re researching have to do with... me?"

Zhang Run exhaled and began to speak a little faster.

"Mr. Yan, this anti-cancer drug is derived from a toxic traditional medicine formula, so it’s quite potent. Not only does it kill and suppress cancer cells, but it’s also highly destructive to healthy cells."

"Therefore, the dosage needs to be strictly controlled, and it must be injected as close as possible to the very center of the lesion to reduce damage to healthy cells."

"I have a patient right now..."

At this, a pained expression crossed Zhang Run’s face. He said slowly, "She’s my ex-wife. She was just diagnosed a few days ago with late-stage breast cancer. It’s already metastasized."

Hearing this, Yan Feifan knew the man’s ex-wife didn’t have more than a few months left.

With current medical science and technology, metastatic breast cancer is essentially incurable.

"Mr. Yan, I owe my ex-wife so much. I want to do everything I can to treat her, or at least fulfill her wish."

"To see our son take the college entrance exams next year and get into a university."

Zhang Run’s voice cracked. "My anti-cancer drug offers some hope of making her wish come true."

"But that’s on the condition that the drug is injected precisely, to prevent damage to healthy cells as much as possible."

"When it comes to precisely injecting the drug into the various lesions that have spread throughout her body, I can’t think of anyone more suitable than you, Mr. Yan."

At this, Yan Feifan finally understood completely.

’He just wants to use me as a tool to inject his drug.’

"Mr. Yan, depending on the cancer’s metastasis and the development of the lesions, she’ll need an injection every two to four weeks."

At this, Zhang Run stood up and gave a slight bow. "Mr. Yan, this task won’t take up much of your time or energy. Half a day at most for each session."

"I know it’s a bold request, but please, help me!"

Without much hesitation, Yan Feifan readily agreed. "No problem. I’ll do it."

"I’d also like to see a breakthrough in our domestically produced anti-cancer drugs, especially for late-stage cancer..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a few more people entered the reception room.

It was Liu Jin, along with several other hospital administrators.

Liu Jin laughed heartily. "Feifan, don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not here for you this time."

"I’m here as a regular customer to congratulate the owner..."

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