Overpowered Resident Doctor

Chapter 521: Chapter 520: Beat Him Until His Mother Can’t Recognize Him

On Friday morning, Yan Feifan arrived at the Affiliated Hospital’s plastic surgery center as usual.

But just as he got out of his car, he was stopped by Mr. Liu, the hospital director, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

"Feifan, you’re here early. Did you sleep well last night?"

Yan Feifan noticed Mr. Liu’s smile seemed a bit forced. He replied in a low voice, "Sir, I slept alright. Knocked out right until dawn."

"My sleep quality has always been quite good. I’ll probably be starting a research project on sleep soon."

"If the research goes smoothly..."

Yan Feifan said with a touch of eagerness, "Sir, there’s a good chance the results could help people with sleep disorders and significantly improve their sleep problems..."

Seeing Yan Feifan deliberately go off-topic to talk about sleep research, Liu Jin found it somewhat amusing.

He quickly cut him off. "Alright, since you have a new idea, go ahead and submit the research proposal."

After a pause, Liu Jin continued, "Feifan, you may have slept soundly with your phone off last night, but I was up half the night dealing with the fallout."

"Someone called and complained directly to me."

Yan Feifan resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Isn’t it just the relative of a deputy department director?"

"Sir, as the director of a nationally renowned top-tier hospital, your administrative rank should be higher than his, right?"

Liu Jin chuckled. "Feifan, times have changed. Public institutions don’t really bother with those administrative rankings anymore."

"Besides, the man is a ’God of Wealth’ with real power. He’s in a position to choke us when it comes to financial budgets and appropriations."

Yan Feifan asked, confused, "He’s just one deputy director, isn’t he? Aren’t there directors, mayors, and several others above him?"

Liu Jin sighed lightly and lectured, "Feifan, don’t forget the old saying: a distant magistrate is no match for the official on-site."

"He could casually toss out a phrase like ’tight finances’ or ’we need to prioritize,’ and just like that, our normal funding could be delayed by a month or two."

Yan Feifan’s eyebrow shot up. "Just because I didn’t come running over to treat his niece last night?"

"That sense of entitlement is too damn strong!"

"I’m going to go..."

"Stop. You stop right there!"

Liu Jin quickly reined in the hot-headed young man and explained, "What I just said was only a possibility, a hypothetical. It hasn’t actually happened."

"Feifan, don’t cause trouble for me. Don’t blow a small matter out of proportion and have it end in mutual destruction."

Liu Jin added, "The vast majority of officials these days are actually very self-disciplined."

"It’s just that some so-called family members throw the official’s name around to get special treatment wherever they go."

"Combine that with certain organizations or individuals who—for unspoken reasons, like wanting to avoid trouble—often give these people treatment that’s far beyond what’s appropriate."

"This makes people like that lose touch with reality, and they can’t handle it when they’re refused..."

Explaining up to this point, Liu Jin saw Yan Feifan looking at him with a simple, uncomprehending gaze and suddenly felt it was all rather pointless.

He stopped and changed the subject. "Feifan, I just came over to tell you that last night was just a minor incident. It won’t have any impact on the hospital or on you. We’re no pushovers."

"However, as long as they don’t make a move, I won’t either."

"Feifan, we shouldn’t be the ones to provoke anything. Let’s not escalate the situation and turn something small into something big."

"Do you understand?"

Yan Feifan grunted in agreement. "As long as they don’t provoke me first, I couldn’t be bothered to waste my time arguing with them."

"Hey, sir, what if something like this happens again?"

Liu Jin hesitated for a moment, then said, "Just do as you see fit."

"With your skills now, you’ve earned the capital to say no, and the confidence to choose your patients freely..."

Yan Feifan took a couple of steps away from Mr. Liu, then turned back.

"Sir, I forgot to tell you something."

"I have an idea. What if we partnered with the Baining Group to build a high-standard, comprehensive research hospital somewhere around Phoenix Tail Mountain, where the scenery is great? At the same time, we could fight for a bigger slice of the pie in the international medical tourism market."

Liu Jin replied casually, "I see. Your idea for international medical tourism isn’t bad."

"After all, Binhai is a major international metropolis. We get a lot of international tourists every year."

"I’ll give your proposal serious consideration..."

Today, Yan Feifan was still busy refining and perfecting the surgical plan for Ya Jiaojiao, so he had Xv Fang go observe the reconstructive surgery Lin Qian was performing on a disabled child from the welfare home.

Before officially starting his work, Yan Feifan also took some time to get the details on what happened last night.

The official’s niece, fifteen years old, had been cut in several places on her face by a shattered bottle. The longest wound was about five centimeters long.

After Yan Feifan’s refusal, it was Dr. Qiu Ming—the cross-dressing oddball from a nearby clinic—who had to come to the hospital to treat her wounds!

"Mr. Yan, that group last night was so arrogant..."

The young nurse, Xv Shuang, wore an expression of shared indignation and said angrily, "I heard from my colleagues on the night shift that the family kept shouting they were going to teach you, Mr. Yan, a huge lesson, so you’d know the consequences of offending someone you can’t afford to offend."

"Mr. Yan, you should be careful."

Yan Feifan chuckled dismissively. "Before they try to ’teach me a lesson,’ all they have to do is a little digging. They’ll find out that this doctor isn’t so easy to bully..."

This morning, Wang Chuan also had surgery scheduled.

After arriving at the plastic surgery center, he briefly chatted with Yan Feifan about last night’s events before rushing off to prepare for his operation.

Thus, Yan Feifan had the entire director’s office to himself.

At 9:36 in the morning, Yan Feifan, who was lying comfortably on the sofa refining a surgical plan, heard a relentless KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK at the door.

"Come in!" Yan Feifan yelled, a bit impatiently.

As the door swung open, a man’s slightly hoarse voice called out.

"Is Dr. Yan Feifan here?"

Yan Feifan got up from the sofa in the reception area and saw four youths, who looked to be sixteen or seventeen at most, swaggering into the office together.

"I’m Yan Feifan. Can I help you?"

"So you’re Yan Feifan?"

The youth in the lead squinted, looking Yan Feifan up and down, then nodded. "Same as the photos online. Identity confirmed. It’s you, all right."

This youth was decent-looking, with delicate features, at least 175 centimeters tall, and a neatly trimmed, choppy short haircut.

But the way he swayed when he walked, with no proper posture, made him no different from the middle school hoodlums Yan Feifan was familiar with.

However, the youth’s family was probably well-off. Yan Feifan happened to recognize the brand of shoes he was wearing—high-end Air Jordans.

"Bo Nan, lock the door!"

The youth in the Air Jordans ordered the last one who entered the office, then turned back to Yan Feifan and sneered, "Yan Feifan, so you know why this is happening, I’m here to get even for my little sister."

With that, the youth in the Air Jordans waved his hand and shouted imperiously, "Guys, get him! Beat the shit out of him!"

"I want him beaten so bad his own mother won’t recognize him..."