Overpowered Resident Doctor

Chapter 585: Chapter 584: How Is This Possible?

Flowers, school supplies, pretty clothes, and all sorts of stuffed animals a little girl could want. Yuanyuan, who was being discharged today, received enough gifts to fill the trunks of two cars.

All these gifts, along with everyone’s well wishes, moved Yuanyuan to no end. Dressed in new clothes and sitting in her wheelchair, she kept saying "thank you" over and over.

The farewell atmosphere reached its peak when the superstar Ding Xuan appeared.

Yuanyuan’s face was a picture of disbelief. After getting confirmation that it was really her, she was so excited that tears welled up in her eyes.

Since it was getting crowded, Yan Feifan, who had been in the first wave to offer his gifts and blessings, had already stepped out of the hospital room.

He, Chen Yu, and a few others stood in the hallway outside, waiting for the final farewell.

"Hey, Mr. Yan, did you miss me?"

Yan Feifan watched as Zhao Xiaoting, who had arrived with Ding Xuan, rushed toward him with open arms. He extended a finger and tapped her on the forehead.

"Keep your distance. No touching. This is a hospital, you know!"

Forced to a halt, Zhao Xiaoting shook a small fist at Yan Feifan and pouted aggrievedly. "It’s not right for you to treat a beautiful, cute, and charming future A-list superstar like this."

Yan Feifan scoffed softly and retracted his hand.

"Aren’t you filming a TV series? How do you have time to be here?"

Zhao Xiaoting sidled a little closer to Yan Feifan and said with a grin, "Xuan is the star and an investor in the series. She brought me along for another business event."

She then changed the subject, asking, "Mr. Yan, I heard all about your surgical observation session last week. They say you left countless plastic surgeons in awe."

"I also heard you’re not going to do plastic surgery anymore?"

"Is that true?"

Yan Feifan explained quietly, "I’ll still perform plastic surgery, just less of it. I won’t be taking on run-of-the-mill cases anymore."

Zhao Xiaoting’s eyes darted around, and she asked in a low voice, "So, can I interpret that as: as long as the price is right and the connections are there?"

Yan Feifan shot her a look but didn’t deign to reply.

Zhao Xiaoting giggled and patted her chest. "That’s a relief. It’s fine as long as you’re still taking plastic surgery cases."

"I was thinking that in the future, I could use my friendship with you to get to know more celebrities in the industry."

Seeing that Yan Feifan was about to glare at her, Zhao Xiaoting said in a delicate and pitiful voice, "Mr. Yan, I’ll just be borrowing your name, not making any promises or deceiving anyone. At most, I’ll just connect them with you."

"Mr. Yan, it’s really hard for a newcomer to make it in the film and TV industry. You have to beg everyone you know for resources."

Yan Feifan retorted, "Haven’t you latched onto Ding Xuan’s coattails?"

Zhao Xiaoting lowered her voice. "Xuan has a lot of connections she needs to take care of. I sort of joined halfway, so I’m not as close to her as the others."

"Besides, the main roles in any film or TV show are always the result of competition and compromise between multiple parties."

"So in this industry, it’s naturally the more connections, the better."

Yan Feifan let out a soft "oh." A thought occurred to him, and he said, "If you ever run into Shen Daoran at some event, mentioning my name to him might help you a little."

"Whoa, the film industry mogul Shen Daoran!"

Zhao Xiaoting’s eyes lit up as she said, "Hehe, I’ll remember that."

"Feifan, thank you..."

A few minutes later, surrounded by a crowd, Ding Xuan walked out of the hospital room accompanied by Chan Weiwei and left the hospital.

Zhao Xiaoting left with Ding Xuan as well.

With the superstar’s departure, the time finally came for Yuanyuan to leave the hospital.

Staff from the Dawn Charity Foundation would be sending two cars to take Yuanyuan and her family back to their hometown.

Yan Feifan, Chen Yu, Wang Chuan, and the others stood in front of the plastic surgery center, waving goodbye until the car carrying Yuanyuan and her family drove out of the hospital.

Seeing the people in charge of photos and video put away their cameras, Yan Feifan knew.

’The grand farewell performance was finally over.’

He glanced around but didn’t see Chan Weiwei. It was also past the 10:30 time they had agreed on last night. He said to Wang Chuan beside him, "Mr. Wang, that Mr. Deng hasn’t shown up. Maybe he’s not coming."

"I’m going to the medical imaging archives to watch surgery videos."

Wang Chuan let out a soft "oh" and asked casually, "Did someone save you a spot in the archives?"

Yan Feifan replied casually, "No, I’ll go try my luck."

"Then don’t even bother wasting your time!"

Wang Chuan stopped Yan Feifan. "It’s Saturday, so there are already a lot of people there to observe and study. I’m sure even the single-person cubicles in the main hall are all taken."

He then advised, "Feifan, you should have someone go queue up early in the morning to save one for you."

"There are only a dozen or so observation rooms. If you don’t do that, you’ll never get one."

This frustrated Yan Feifan.

Hospital regulations stipulated that only officially employed doctors were qualified to use the observation rooms.

That meant neither Feng Jian nor Duan Yu was qualified to wait in line.

As for Xv Fang, he was busy working on a sleep study project with Dr. Qiu Ge.

Yan Feifan said with a sigh of resignation, "Then I’ll come queue up early tomorrow morning, I guess!"

Wang Chuan suggested, "Should I have Qi Xiuping queue up for you?"

Yan Feifan shook his head. "No, it’s fine. I shouldn’t trouble others with something I can do myself."

Just then, a high-end, stately Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly pulled up in front of the plastic surgery center.

A stocky man in a suit hopped out of the front passenger seat and opened the rear door.

Following him, a short-haired man got out of the car. He looked to be in his fifties, stood at most 1.7 meters tall, and had a thin, unattractive face. He was dressed in a simple, solid-colored silk jacket of Chinese design with a round collar and a front placket.

This was Mr. Deng Shao, a man from Hang City who ranked high on the Forbes Rich List.

Yan Feifan, with Duan Yu in tow, took the initiative to walk up and greet him.

"Mr. Deng, hello!"

Deng Shao gave Yan Feifan a light clasp-fist salute and said, "Mr. Yan, my apologies. There was some traffic on the way, so I’m a little late."

"Not at all, it’s only been a few minutes!"

Yan Feifan made a welcoming gesture. "Mr. Deng, let’s go to an office upstairs to talk."

"Alright. After you, Mr. Yan."

Accompanied by a male assistant in a suit, Deng Shao followed Yan Feifan to the director’s office in the plastic surgery center.

The two parties took their seats in the reception area, host and guest.

On Yan Feifan’s side, Mr. Wang and Duan Yu sat with him.

Deng Shao got straight to the point. "Time is precious, so I’ll cut to the chase. Mr. Yan, my reason for coming here is still to ask you to travel to the United States and perform surgery on a business partner of mine."

"Mr. Yan, I know what your concerns are..."

As he said this, Deng Shao took a certificate from his assistant and handed it over.

Yan Feifan only needed a single glance before his eyes widened in shock.

It was a medical license from the United States, clearly printed with the English transliteration of Yan Feifan’s name, as well as his passport number.

"How is this possible?"

Yan Feifan was genuinely stunned. This was something that many doctors who immigrated to the United States couldn’t obtain even after years of hard work.

And it had only been a few days.

Besides, for someone of Deng Shao’s stature, presenting him with a fake certificate would be far beneath his dignity and status.

Deng Shao was very pleased with Yan Feifan’s astonished reaction.

"Mr. Yan, I can guarantee that this certificate is real. You can verify it on the official government websites in the United States."

Yan Feifan flipped through the certificate in his hands and asked once more, "How is this possible?"

Deng Shao gave a slight smile. "To put it simply, it’s a matter of money and connections, combined with your own skill, Mr. Yan, which has earned recognition from the relevant authorities in the United States."

"After all, the famous neurosurgeon over there, Dr. Kevin Vega, has been singing your praises."

"Therefore, the US authorities expedited your medical license, Mr. Yan, and had it delivered to me as quickly as possible."

At this point, Wang Chuan, who had also been examining the certificate closely, remarked, "It doesn’t look like a forgery."

"Mr. Deng, just what kind of big shot is this partner of yours?"

Deng Shao said with a placid expression, "He’s not really a big shot. Just a billionaire who happens to know a few influential senators and congressmen."

"Mr. Yan, Mr. Wang... in a capitalist country, the privileges and conveniences the wealthy can enjoy are beyond the imagination of many people..."