Overpowered Resident Doctor

Chapter 551: Chapter 550: Overt and Covert Struggles

Standing in a corner of the hallway outside the director’s office, Yan Feifan heard He Pengfei’s voice coming from his phone.

"Mr. Yan, according to Director Qee Sheng, you were invited to assist with Zhou Guangji’s medical diagnosis?"

Yan Feifan replied softly, "You could say that."

He Pengfei let out a soft "oh" over the phone, then asked, "Mr. Qi said that you proposed and led the preparations for the scenario reenactment test."

"But because of an emergency surgery later on, you handed over the actual testing process to Dr. Zhu Xiangdong and Dr. We Xin."

"Is that correct?"

Yan Feifan answered directly, "That’s correct. Dr. Qin Feng, who performed the emergency surgery with me last night, can attest to that."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Pengfei’s voice came through the phone again. "Mr. Yan, that’s all the questions I needed to verify on my end. Sorry to take up your valuable time."

’That’s it...’

Not only did they not show up in person, but the verification over the phone was so perfunctory. It all felt a bit surreal to Yan Feifan.

"Mr. He, is that really all?"

"But this is about a person’s life."

He Pengfei chuckled over the phone. "Mr. Yan, we’ve already conducted a detailed investigation and collected evidence."

"Based on the information, interview records, and related evidence we’ve gathered, our preliminary conclusion is that this was a medical accident. There’s no suspicion of it being a criminal case."

"Therefore, for you, Mr. Yan, a simple routine verification is all that’s required."

"Of course..."

He Pengfei added, "If you, Mr. Yan, know of any circumstances or details regarding Zhou Guangji’s death that we should be aware of, you can tell me now."

"No, no..."

Yan Feifan quickly demurred, "I only found out about this terrible accident after my surgery last night. I wasn’t informed of the specific details until today."

"You just never know if an accident or tomorrow will come first."

He Pengfei sighed on the other end, then changed the subject. "Mr. Yan, that gambling ring we busted will be going to trial soon."

"Please have that relative of yours who was scammed prepare proof of their losses in the next few days and come to our station to verify and confirm the details as soon as possible."

Yan Feifan quickly agreed...

According to the plastic surgery center’s schedule, Yan Jiaojiao was to undergo a public facial and physical examination at four in the afternoon.

The plastic surgeons who had arrived early for the next day’s surgical observation and seminar could witness the entire examination process firsthand.

They were even permitted to perform hands-on examinations themselves.

At 3:40 PM, thirty to forty plastic surgeons from both the local area and out of town, gathered at the center, witnessed the first meeting of the year for the three great titans of the nation’s plastic surgery community.

From Jingcheng came Huarong Medical Beauty, led by Vice President Ling Weidong, with a total of four chief physicians.

From Guangshen, the Baiyun Medical Beauty Group was led by a vice president, Dr. Ning Shan, who brought five chief physicians.

As the host, the plastic surgery center’s party was headed by Wang Chuan and Yan Feifan, who led the center’s core physicians like Qiu Ming and Wang Zhi Lin, as well as a crowd of assistants and students, to welcome them.

The three parties met in the first-floor lobby of the plastic surgery center. For a moment, it was a three-way standoff, with each group radiating a powerful presence.

As for the other plastic surgeons from various hospital departments or cosmetic clinics, they very consciously formed a circle on the outside, watching the open and hidden struggles as the three sides vied for dominance.

Yan Feifan stood beside Wang Chuan, enduring the scrutiny of dozens of pairs of eyes with a look of calm composure.

However, a closer look at his eyes would reveal that they were bright but vacant.

The guy had already zoned out completely.

Yan Feifan hated these kinds of social events more than anything, but as the absolute star of the show, he couldn’t just disappear.

Annoyed, he came up with a clever trick.

Yan Feifan devoted a sliver of his attention to the outside world, responding to greetings and pleasantries with perfunctory grunts, while the majority of his mind was immersed in perfecting tomorrow’s surgery.

This method of splitting his focus not only gave Yan Feifan inner peace but also unintentionally made him seem aloof, giving him the proud and stylish air befitting a young, famous plastic surgeon who had shot to fame overnight.

He dared to do this because the hosting duties were primarily handled by Director Wang Chuan; all Yan Feifan had to do was offer a polite greeting now and then.

Ning Shan shifted her scrutinizing gaze to Wang Chuan’s face. "Director Wang, you’ve practically sent us a written challenge. Are you that confident you can claim the top spot this time?"

Wang Chuan chuckled. "I don’t harbor such unrealistic fantasies. I know you’re all stubborn as mules and will never admit defeat."

"I invited you all here this time..."

Uncharacteristically, Wang Chuan declared flamboyantly, "simply to open your eyes and let you witness the true pinnacle of human fine motor skills."

Ning Shan scoffed, her voice laced with contempt. "Wang Chuan, aren’t you afraid a Binhai typhoon will sprain that tongue of yours?"

"The pinnacle of skill?"

Ning Shan’s gaze swept over Yan Feifan again as she continued, "I admit, Mr. Yan is young and accomplished. To achieve such remarkable medical success at his age, he truly deserves the title of a medical genius."

"But to claim he’s reached the pinnacle? Wang Chuan, you’re making some pretty bold statements."

Wang Chuan put on a serious expression. "You’re right. I got carried away and misspoke. My apologies, everyone."

"I need to correct myself..."

Under everyone’s watchful gaze, Wang Chuan announced loudly, "Mr. Yan is so young, so of course he still has plenty of room for improvement."

"In other words, he hasn’t reached the summit, the absolute pinnacle."

"However, the level Mr. Yan is demonstrating now has already reached the limit for me, for you, for him..."

Wang Chuan pointed a finger at his own nose, then at Ning Shan, then at Ling Weidong, before making a sweeping gesture at everyone else around them.

"And the ceiling for everyone else here..."

"Which is to say, Mr. Yan’s current level *is* the pinnacle that we can never reach."

Ning Shan looked at him as if he were a fool and shook her head. "Wang Chuan, you’re making less and less sense. Are you becoming delusional?"

She turned her gaze to Ling Weidong, who was standing to the side, and chuckled. "That ’pinnacle’ is your exclusive title, isn’t it?"

"Mr. Extreme, aren’t you going to say something?"

Ling Weidong’s face darkened at her words.

The moniker "Mr. Extreme" was by no means a compliment; it was steeped in sarcasm.

This was because when Ling Weidong performed cosmetic surgery, he focused too much on specific areas and details. He could perfect a nose, mouth, or eyes to the extreme, but he tended to neglect overall harmony and unity.

That’s why people in the industry called him "Mr. Extreme" behind his back.

Ling Weidong retorted without ceremony, "I say, Haitun Ning, you’re not a child anymore. Must you always try to win a war of words?"

"The operating table is where skills are truly proven. Only real ability will convince us."

Ning Shan shot Ling Weidong a fierce glare, then nodded. "You’re right, I got caught up in it. We’ll find out tomorrow whether it’s the pinnacle or not."

She looked back at Wang Chuan and urged, "Well, Director Wang Chuan, is everyone here? Can you take us to see the patient now?"

"We’ve all come a long way and we’re tired. The sooner we finish the examination, the sooner we can get to our hotels and rest."

Wang Chuan made a welcoming gesture and smiled faintly. "President Ning, if you please! President Ling, please!"

"Everyone, this way please..."

Lin Qian, following the crowd toward the stairs, tugged on Qi Xiuping beside her and whispered, "Hey, do you know the story behind the name ’Haitun Ning’?"

Just then, a middle-aged doctor walking in front of her turned his head and explained softly, "Let me tell you..."

"Dolphins are animals that sleep with half their brain at a time, so one eye always stays open."

"As for Dr. Ning, she had eye surgery some years ago that had some minor flaws. When she sleeps at night, one of her eyes stays open, too..."