Overpowered Resident Doctor

Chapter 602: Chapter 601: Letting Go

Liu Jin, Qin Ying, Lo Jun, and Chen Yu did want to see things with their own eyes. The story had been blown so out of proportion, sounding both sensational and bizarre, that it was impossible not to feel a little rattled.

After seeing him in person and confirming that Yan Feifan was indeed alright, they were finally able to put their minds at ease. They tactfully took their leave together, not wanting to intrude any longer on his reunion with family and friends.

After Liu Jin and the others left, Yan Feifan got into the Cayenne. At his sister’s constant urging, he let an anxious Su Ye examine and treat the wound on his left leg.

They knew about his leg injury and had come prepared, bringing medical supplies for debridement, disinfection, and dressing the wound.

Yu Suye rolled up Yan Feifan’s left pant leg and carefully peeled back the medical gauze covering the injury, revealing a long, red, and swollen centipede-like wound on his calf.

The frightening sight of the wound made Yan Ziruo, who had just managed to calm down, burst into tears again.

"Feifan, does it hurt a lot?"

Yan Feifan put on a nonchalant front and said manfully, "Sis, it doesn’t really hurt anymore."

"Hey, what’s wrong with all of you?"

He suddenly noticed that it wasn’t just his sister. The eyes of Yu Suye, Tian Yu, Song Yi, and even Mrs. Xia had all turned red.

Wang Chuan, who was standing outside the car door, squeezed in to get a look at the wound.

He said with a heavy sigh, "Feifan, Yanyan’s mother told us everything... about how you cleaned and stitched up your own wound."

"She even sent us a photo..."

"What photo?" Yan Feifan asked, his curiosity piqued.

Tian Yu took over, her voice choked with sobs. "Mr. Yan, it was the bag of saline solution... the one you bit on to endure the pain."

"Mrs. Zhong said you cleaned and stitched your own wound without any anesthetic because you were rushing to operate on Miss. Yu. She said the pain made your entire body convulse."

"Mrs. Zhong said it was so upsetting she couldn’t even bear to watch."

Tian Yu wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and continued, "We saw it in the photo..."

"Mr. Yan, the plastic bag... you’d bitten clean through it, and it was covered in bloodstains."

Yan Feifan reached out and gently tapped Tian Yu’s nose. He gave a small smile and said, "Mrs. Zhong was exaggerating."

"In the ER, I’ve treated patients with similar wounds directly, without any anesthetic."

Yu Suye couldn’t help but retort, "That’s for wounds that don’t require sutures, or maybe just one or two stitches."

"This wound of yours needed twelve stitches..."

As she spoke, large teardrops began to fall from Yu Suye’s eyes.

Yan Feifan reached out to wipe away her tears. "I was in such a hurry then, I didn’t have time to think about the pain. I really didn’t feel it that much."

"It’s all over now, and I’m fine. Don’t cry."

"That goes for the rest of you, too. No more tears..."

Yan Ziruo shot her brother a glare. She, along with Song Yi, Mrs. Xia, and the others, quietly watched Yu Suye tend to the wound.

The way Yan Feifan had treated the wound, though rushed, was a clear testament to his extraordinary technical skill.

After a careful examination, Yu Suye found no issues. She disinfected the wound again, applied some anti-inflammatory and antiseptic ointment, and gave it a fresh dressing.

Once his wound was redressed, the group split into two cars and headed back to Zuimo Court.

Du Qiu had already prepared a lavish dinner.

At the dinner table, Yan Feifan recounted his trip to the United States—the rescue mission and his near-death experience—from his firsthand perspective.

Of course, he omitted the part about an American police officer who had tried to kill him, aiming and firing his gun.

Even without that detail, his story was terrifying enough. He described thugs spraying innocent bystanders with gunfire, a person next to him getting their head blown off, cars crashing and flipping over, and being trapped in the middle of a shootout. It was more than enough to make the women gasp in horror, their hearts pounding with vicarious fear.

Yan Ziruo said, still shaken, "Feifan, the world outside China is terrifying. It’s so much safer here at home."

"Don’t ever go abroad again. Just stay here and practice medicine."

Yan Feifan agreed emphatically. "You don’t realize how safe and stable it is here at home until you leave."

"Don’t worry, Sis. In the future, I wouldn’t go again no matter how much money they offered."

Wang Chuan said softly, "It’s like the old saying goes: surviving a great disaster ensures future blessings. Feifan dodged another bullet, so his future is sure to be bright."

After a pause, he changed the subject. "Feifan, about that business with Secretary Meng... what do you want to do?"

Yan Feifan scoffed. "What do I want to do? What *can* I do?"

"I’m just a lowly resident. He’s the high-and-mighty hospital Party Secretary. There are way too many levels of bureaucracy between us."

"It’s not as if I can deal with him just because I want to."

Wang Chuan rolled his eyes, mimicking Yan Feifan. "You kidder. Stop being so sarcastic."

"Are you an ordinary resident?"

"An academician from the medical academy probably doesn’t have as much influence as you do."

With another small smile, Wang Chuan continued his analysis. "For this matter, all you need to do is show up alive and well. You won’t have to personally handle the fallout."

"I imagine our Mr. Liu won’t pass up such a golden opportunity to get rid of his rival for good."

Yan Feifan waved his hand dismissively, adopting the air of an enlightened master. "Director, after another walk along the edge of life and death, I’ve learned to let a lot of things go."

His gaze slowly swept over his sister, Yu Suye, Tian Yu, his uncle, Mrs. Xia, Song Yi, Feng Jian, and the others.

"Living a peaceful, ordinary life with family and friends... there’s no greater happiness."

"As for everything else, let it go with the wind."

Wang Chuan looked skeptical. "Feifan, have you really let it all go?"

Yan Feifan nodded. "Director, in the space between life and death, there is great fear, but also great enlightenment."

"I won’t be so fixated on money anymore, nor will I sweat the small stuff."

Wang Chuan drew out a long, "Ohhh..." He looked at Yan Ziruo and said, "Well, since Feifan is so enlightened now, I think we can tell him about that other thing."

"We can’t hide it from him forever, anyway."

As Yan Feifan watched in confusion, Yan Ziruo stood up from the table, left the dining room, and went into her bedroom.

When she came back, she was holding an envelope.

Yan Feifan took the envelope, pulled out the letter inside, and unfolded it.

The moment he read it, a muscle in his cheek began to twitch.

"Feifan, calm down, calm down..."

Yan Ziruo quickly stroked her brother’s head, comforting him softly, "Feifan, didn’t we decide a long time ago to treat him as someone irrelevant? A stranger? Like he’s already dead to us?"

"A person like that isn’t worth getting angry over!"

Yan Feifan took a few sharp breaths. Facing the concerned looks from everyone at the table, he suddenly broke into a smile.

"You’re right. A man like that isn’t worth my anger."

"If he had feigned concern and put on some phony act of fatherly love, I’d actually be in a tough spot."

"But seeing him act so despicably actually makes it easier for me to let go."

Yan Feifan flicked the letter with his finger. "This lawyer’s letter did remind me, though..."

"...I need to write up a will, or at least have one notarized. That way, if something unexpected really does happen to me, some irrelevant person won’t get a windfall..."

「At that very moment」

Meng Huaxin, accompanied by his chief of staff, was in a car rushing toward City Hall.

Sitting in the back seat, Meng Huaxin’s face was grim.

He had received a personal call from the supervising deputy mayor, ordering him to come to City Hall at once.

He could hear the undisguised fury in the deputy mayor’s voice, which filled Meng Huaxin with a dreadful anxiety...