Overpowered Resident Doctor

Chapter 558: Chapter 557: Please Understand

The Comprehensive Teaching Building wasn’t far from the Little Red House, so Yan Feifan decided to take a look, and maybe catch a quick nap in his office.

After changing his clothes, he and Yu Suye walked out of the surgical area and met Feng Jian, who was waiting for them.

Feng Jian’s left eye and the left corner of his mouth were slightly swollen, and he had some scrapes on his cheek. He explained to Yan Feifan, somewhat embarrassed.

’The other person was actually hurt worse than I was.’

’It was just that the other person was a woman, so it wouldn’t have been right to hit her in the face. I could only attack non-lethal areas on her body.’

’If it had been a real life-and-death struggle, and I’d used my arm-breaking and sleeper-hold techniques, I could have finished her in a move or two.’

Yan Feifan simply smiled and nodded.

A few minutes later, the three of them arrived on the ninth floor of the Little Red House.

Yan Feifan discovered that the door to his office had been changed to one of solid red wood. On it was a matte bronze plaque engraved with a few words.

"Yan Feifan Studio."p>

Yu Suye pressed her right index finger against the fingerprint scanner on the lock. "Feifan," she said, "I set the passcode in a style you like—the thirtieth to the thirty-fifth digits of pi."

Yan Feifan grunted his assent and was the first to step inside after Yu Suye opened the door.

The first thing he saw was a light blue antechamber, about ten square meters, partitioned off by a wall of carved wooden panels.

In front of the partition, two smaller desks stood side-by-side, complete with chairs and office computers.

Against the west wall stood a water cooler, a vertical filing cabinet, and a two-door locker with a combination lock.

"Feng Jian, and your students or medical assistants, can work here, greet patients, and wait for your instructions."

Yu Suye explained briefly before sliding open the door to the inner room.

Yan Feifan walked in to take a look.

He found that the inner room seemed much larger and brighter than before.

The twenty-odd-square-meter room was clearly divided into three functional areas: an office space, a reception area, and a personal hygiene area.

The office space contained a minimalist desk and chair, a multi-functional examination chair, and a six-tiered shelving unit for medical supplies.

The reception area, adjacent to a floor-to-ceiling window, was furnished with a simple sectional sofa and a glass coffee table.

The personal hygiene area was in the east corner. The sink was placed outside the bathroom, which was enclosed by frosted glass.

Yan Feifan was satisfied with the placement of the sink.

As a surgeon, he had to wash his hands at least a dozen or two times a day, so it was naturally more convenient to have the sink as close as possible.p>

The east wall was lined with floor-to-ceiling cabinets and bookshelves.

A single-door refrigerator stood in the corner of the west wall, near the window.

On the walls hung several silk banners from former patients and an electronic clock.

Yan Feifan scanned the room, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Su Ye, the main reason I wanted this office was for resting. Am I still expected to sleep on the sofa?"

"Feifan, don’t be so impatient."

Yu Suye giggled, pushed the desk and chair aside, and walked over to the wardrobe against the east wall. With a tug...

a hidden double bed was easily pulled down.

"Feifan, this will be your home base from now on."

Yu Suye explained with a smile, "Your sister and I figured that you’ll have plenty of colleagues and patients looking for you here in the future, and having a bed sitting out would be an eyesore."

"So, do you like this design?"

Yan Feifan nodded lightly. "I’m satisfied. You and my sister were very thoughtful."

He sat on the bed to test the mattress’s softness, then lay back and stretched out his body.

"It’s just past five. I can still get a short nap in..."

Yu Suye opened one of the wardrobe doors, took out two pillows and a blanket, and lay down on the bed with Yan Feifan...

The celebratory dinner for Yan Feifan’s surgical demonstration, hosted by the Plastic Surgery Center, was held at the Jinxiu Grand Hotel.

Wang Chuan had originally wanted to keep the business in the family, so to speak, by holding it at Meng’s Private Kitchen.

Unfortunately, the private restaurant didn’t have a dining hall large enough to seat one or two hundred people, so he had to abandon the idea.

Nearly seventy of the plastic surgeons who had attended the demonstration came to the dinner.

Aside from the staff on duty, nearly everyone else from the Plastic Surgery Center—forty to fifty medical and office personnel—was in attendance.

Another twenty to thirty people also came, representing corporate sponsors, hospital administration and logistics, and other departments.

As for Yan Feifan, he brought a whole entourage with him: his sister, Yu Suye, Tian Yu, plus Zeng Ni, Xv Fang, Feng Jian, and the others.

Naturally, Yan Feifan sat with Wang Chuan and the other VIPs at the head table, which could seat eighteen.

Yan Ziruo and Yu Suye warmly invited Lin Qian, Qi Xiuping, Meng Yao, and Ye Lin to join them, filling up another table.

Ning Shan, who was also at the head table, couldn’t help but marvel as she looked at the youthful Yan Feifan.

The last hour or two had given her an even deeper understanding of him.

Ning Shan had also managed to get some information from Wang Chuan.

’This Yan Feifan fellow is just dabbling in plastic surgery for fun; his real ambitions lie elsewhere.’

’This was both a relief and a crushing blow.’

’The very thing she pursued so tirelessly, he obtained with ease—and didn’t even care about it.’

’That was the difference between a true genius and an ordinary person. The finish line of her own efforts was his starting point. The gap was immeasurable.’

She collected her complex emotions, then stood up and walked over to Yan Feifan.

"Mr. Yan, forgive the interruption. When I was young and foolish, I had an eyelid plastic surgery..."

As she spoke, Ning Shan pointed to her right eye and blinked. "Although the shape of the eye looks fine," she continued, "when I fall asleep and my muscles relax, the right eyelid unconsciously retracts, causing the eye to open again."

"For years, I’ve had to wear a sleep mask to rest."

Ning Shan asked, her voice full of hope, "Mr. Yan, can you fix it?"

She quickly added, "Mr. Yan, this isn’t a test. Your stunning performance in the operating room today already won me over, along with everyone else here."

"I am genuinely asking for your help."

An embarrassed look returned to Ning Shan’s face. "Because my right eye opens when I sleep, some people have given me nicknames like Haitun Ning and Owl."

Yan Feifan suppressed a laugh and gestured with his hand. "Let me examine it first."

With her permission, Yan Feifan began his examination. As soon as his fingers touched her right eyelid, he could feel that, compared to the left, some muscle bundles of the levator palpebrae and orbicularis oculi were somewhat tangled and tense.

Repairing and adjusting it would require extremely delicate manipulation, but for someone with Yan Feifan’s skill, it wasn’t a difficult task.

Yan Feifan still spoke with a note of caution. "Dr. Ning, I can give it a try. If you’re amenable, we can return to the Plastic Surgery Center after the banquet for a minor procedure."

Ning Shan’s voice quivered with excitement. "Mr. Yan, thank you. Thank you so much."

"It’s just that I have surgeries scheduled for the next few days. How about I come find you after I’m done with my work?"

It was only a minor surgery, so Yan Feifan readily agreed.

Ning Shan had just happily returned to her seat when another middle-aged doctor at the head table stood up.

"Mr. Yan, I have a patient... due to a mistake and a moment of carelessness on my part, the surgical outcome was poor."

"I’ve felt incredibly guilty about it and have been hoping to make amends."

"But my skills have progressed slowly over the years, and I’ve never felt up to the task..."

Hearing this, Wang Chuan quickly stood up to interrupt. "Dr. Zhu Yi, and everyone else, I’m sure you all know by now..."

"Besides being a plastic surgeon, Mr. Yan is also a neurosurgeon, a brain surgeon, and a trauma surgeon."

"In the near future, you’ll also be hearing that Mr. Yan has become a cardiac surgeon, a general surgeon, and more."

"This surgical demonstration is, in effect, Mr. Yan’s graduation ceremony from the Plastic Surgery Center."

"Starting today..."

Wang Chuan said, his expression somewhat complex, "Mr. Yan’s primary time and energy will be shifting to new surgical fields."

"So please, everyone, understand..."