Overpowered Resident Doctor

Chapter 624: Chapter 623: Mending the Relationship

The twenty to thirty people who had previously been swarming Shen Daoran for autographs and photos were, in fact, all doctors from various places who had come to attend the observation session and seminar.

They had personally witnessed the effects of Yan Feifan’s intraspinal tumor puncture injection and were completely astounded, so they eagerly came over to wait, hoping to have a further discussion with Yan Feifan at the first opportunity.

They hadn’t expected a pleasant surprise: they ran into the famous celebrity Shen Daoran, who had come with his friend to express his gratitude.

As renowned doctors in their own right, they all possessed a certain level of decorum.

They stood quietly to the side, not stepping forward to interrupt the conversation between Shen Daoran, Xu Xing, and Yan Feifan.

But the moment the two had said their goodbyes and left, the doctors rushed forward and unceremoniously surrounded Yan Feifan.

"Mr. Yan, I’m Zhang Wangwei from Ji Province. I’d like to invite you to Ji Province Provincial People’s Hospital to give an academic lecture."

"Mr. Yan, this time of year, the scenery on our great plains is at its most beautiful, and the hand-pulled mutton is at its most delicious."

"Mr. Yan, the wild mushrooms from our Hei Province are out of this world..."

Surrounded by the crowd, Yan Feifan listened as so many people clamored to invite him, thinking to himself, ’Northerners really are more enthusiastic and direct.’

He spotted a lull in the conversation and shouted, "Thank you all for your generous invitations, but my schedule is tight. I won’t be able to go anywhere for the foreseeable future."

"Please forgive me! My apologies!"

After a brief pause, Yan Feifan shouted again, "As for medical matters, let’s wait until the discussion session tonight to talk in detail."

According to Baining Hospital’s agenda, the observation for the intraspinal tumor removal surgery was scheduled from ten in the morning until four in the afternoon today.

From four to six in the evening, there was a buffet dinner.

From six-thirty to nine-thirty at night, the seminar and discussion.

The next day, Saturday, from nine in the morning to noon, would be the observation for the cranial tumor puncture injection surgery.

From two to four in the afternoon was a live-streamed broadcast of Yan Feifan performing a procedure to remove a bullet from a lumbar vertebra using a multifunctional robotic surgical arm.

Yan Feifan clasped his hands and bowed to the surrounding crowd again, continuing, "Everyone, everyone, I’m a bit tired and hungry right now. Please allow me to get something to eat and rest for a bit!"

Hearing this, the people around him knew he wasn’t exaggerating. They were aware that he had flown in from Binhai early in the morning and had performed two surgeries back-to-back without a break.

They couldn’t very well keep pestering him unreasonably, so they watched as Yan Feifan left, accompanied by Feng Jian and Yu Nanxing.

Yu Nanxing led Yan Feifan and Feng Jian straight to the hospital cafeteria.

They had been collaborating for some time now, so Baining Hospital knew that Yan Feifan disliked socializing and noisy gatherings.

So this time, even though it was during the event, Baining Hospital still arranged a private room for Yan Feifan, with only Yu Nanxing to accompany him.

Of course, people like Yu Youhai and Yu Youlian were busy hosting the many guests who had arrived that day and couldn’t get away.

They had no choice but to send Yu Nanxing, who was on relatively familiar terms with Yan Feifan, to accompany him for the duration.

Yan Feifan settled down in the private room, took a few sips of water, and then had Feng Jian open the scroll tube that Professor Xu Xing had given him.

Inside the tube was a scroll about seventy to eighty centimeters tall.

Yan Feifan slowly unrolled the scroll, revealing a horizontal banner with four words written in semi-cursive script: "Great Physician, Utmost Sincerity."

Yu Nanxing glanced at the signature and exclaimed in delight, "Ah, it’s a masterpiece by Mr. Xie Qing..."

Yan Feifan looked at the beautiful, pleasing calligraphy—four words written with fluid, powerful strokes that seemed to leap off the page—and asked Yu Nanxing, "Is this Xie Qing very famous?"

Yu Nanxing hummed in affirmation and explained, "As far as I know, he’s a professor at the Central Academy of Fine Arts and the vice chairman of the Chinese Calligraphy Association."

"Mr. Yan, his calligraphy is very famous; it’s said that a single character is worth ten thousand in gold. This is a banner with large characters, so each one is definitely worth more than that."

Yan Feifan gave a soft "oh."

He wasn’t particularly interested in the banner’s value and said casually, "As long as it’s by a famous artist, that’s fine. I’ll take it back and hang it at home or in the villa to add a touch of scholarly air."

Yu Nanxing watched with envy as Feng Jian rolled up the banner and put it back in the scroll tube, then asked, "Mr. Yan, I hear your goal is to become an all-around surgeon?"

Yan Feifan waved his hand dismissively and said with a self-deprecating tone, "You’re too kind. That was just some arrogant nonsense I spouted a while back when I didn’t know any better."

"I’m well aware that the main focus of any single surgical department is enough to keep me studying for a lifetime."

After a pause, Yan Feifan sighed softly and added, "Right now, it’s more like I’m going through another round of rotations in the major surgical departments."

"I’m just trying to learn as much as I can from the senior doctors in each department and hopefully achieve some proficiency in one minor surgical category."

Yu Nanxing fought the urge to roll his eyes. ’Damn,’ he thought, ’that goal is plenty arrogant too.’

’These days, the attending physicians in every department make their name based on just one minor surgical category.’

’Take your teacher, Qin Ying, for example. She’s a famous surgeon in trauma and sports medicine, but what really made her renowned is the niche procedure of finger replantation.’

’But your goal? To become accomplished in a minor category in *every* surgical department.’

’And if we use the standard of achievement you’ve already reached in plastic surgery, trauma surgery, and neurosurgery...’

At this thought, Yu Nanxing felt a jolt.

’When I really think about it, this guy’s techniques for intraspinal and brain tumor punctures are unparalleled, second to none.’

’At the plastic surgery observation conference a while ago, his skills were universally recognized by the entire field of plastic surgery.’

’As for trauma surgery, that girl Yu Suye mentioned that both Dr. Qin Ying and Dr. Chen Yu have said there’s nothing left they can teach Yan Feifan, and that in many ways, the student has surpassed the masters.’

Thinking of this, Yu Nanxing immediately corrected his attitude, casting aside the bit of defiance he had felt in his heart.

The man before him was no ordinary hospital genius who could be measured by common standards.

In just a few short months, he had achieved so much in the fields of plastic surgery, trauma surgery, and neuro-oncology.

Who could possibly predict Yan Feifan’s future?

Yu Nanxing sat up straight, his expression reverent as he said, "Mr. Yan, you are a rare medical talent. What we think is impossible might be effortless for you."

"Your goal of becoming an all-around surgeon isn’t arrogant at all."

After a pause, Yu Nanxing added, as if casually, "Mr. Yan, my uncle, Yu Youze, is also quite well-known nationwide in the field of ophthalmology."

"Mr. Youze said that if you ever become interested in ophthalmology, Mr. Yan, you’re welcome to discuss it with him."

Hearing this, Yan Feifan began to understand.

This was Baining Hospital’s way of making amends for the incident with Yu Youyi. They were sending Yu Youze, another of the "Four Surgical Jades of the Yu Family," to build a closer relationship with him.

He replied very politely, "Thank you for Dr. Yu Youze’s kind offer. When I rotate to ophthalmology, I will certainly come and seek Dr. Yu’s guidance..."

Just then, a waiter pushed open the door to the private room and began serving the food.

And Yan Feifan was indeed quite hungry.

For the rest of the meal, the three of them focused on eating, with casual conversation on the side.

After lunch, Yu Nanxing led Yan Feifan and Feng Jian to a deluxe suite in the guesthouse that Baining Hospital maintained on its grounds to rest.

Shortly after two in the afternoon, having taken a short rest, Yan Feifan went to Baining Hospital’s Inpatient Building No. 3 to visit Li Zenglin and review his physical examination data...