Overpowered Resident Doctor

Chapter 645: Chapter 644: Where There’s a Will

On Tuesday morning, after finishing breakfast, Yan Feifan was getting ready to leave when he called out to Yan Ziruo, "Sis, get me a bottle of Maotai. I’m planning to go ask someone to be my mentor this afternoon!"

Yan Ziruo let out an "Ah?" and asked tentatively, "Feifan, with your status now, do you still need to bring a gift to ask someone to be your mentor?"

"Can’t you just bring a couple of bottles of red wine? A single bottle of Maotai is over a hundred thousand, you know."

Yan Feifan explained, "I’m the one asking for a favor, after all. It’s best to show some humility. A substantial gift will make things go more smoothly."

"Hurry up, Sis."

Yan Ziruo hemmed and hawed for a moment before confessing, "My dear brother, I already traded all those bottles of Maotai to Mr. Wang for red wine."

She then explained, "None of us like drinking baijiu, anyway."

"Besides, Mr. Wang is going through a rough patch. With these bottles of Maotai, he can give them as gifts to grease some wheels."

"Also, we’ve eaten plenty of the expensive seafood he’s sent over lately."

After a pause, Yan Ziruo asked again, "Feifan, does it absolutely have to be Maotai? I could go ask Mr. Wang for one of the bottles back."

Yan Feifan waved his hand dismissively. "No, forget it, Sis. I’ll have Feng Jian go to a store and buy a few new bottles. That’ll have to do."

He couldn’t help but add, "Sis, you should really drink a little less."

"It feels like we’re going through an awful lot of red wine at home. You’ve already bought more three times, just from what I’ve seen."

Yan Ziruo defended herself in an aggrieved tone, "Feifan, I’m not the only one drinking it!"

"Su Ye has a glass or two every day to unwind..."

Overhearing this, Yu Suye quickly jumped to her own defense. "Ziruo, I do not drink it every day! It’s just one glass every two or three days, that’s all."

Yan Ziruo shot her a sidelong glance and continued, "And our younger uncle often helps himself without asking. He’s taken two or three bottles that I know of."

"And then you have Song Yi and Zeng Ni. Those two drink plenty every time they come over."

Yan Feifan tried to reason with her. "Sis, I’m not telling you to quit drinking, even though alcohol isn’t very good for you."

"It’s just that you should drink in moderation."

"I know you can hold your liquor really well, but just because you don’t get drunk doesn’t mean it’s not doing any harm to your body."

Yan Ziruo chuckled. "Feifan, you don’t need to lecture me about that. I know my limits."

"I only have a glass or two each day."

She then urged, "It’s time for you to go. Get going..."

On the car ride to the hospital, Yu Suye held her phone up in front of Yan Feifan’s face and gave it a little shake.

"This picture was posted in our work group chat. It’s Zhou Xian in the locker room after his surgery, laughing and crying."

"A lot of people are saying he’s finally made it."

Yan Feifan sighed softly and said, "For Dr. Zhou, not failing last night’s surgery was just the first step."

"We still have to see how the patient recovers over the next month."

"No infection, no severe rejection, and the heart is functioning normally. Only when all that happens can he consider it a true success."

Yu Suye leaned closer to Yan Feifan and asked with a smile, "I seem to recall Dr. Zhou saying that if he succeeded, he would ask to take you as his master."

Yan Feifan scoffed lightly. "That was just a joke he made in the heat of the moment. You’re not taking it seriously, are you?"

"He’s so much older, and he’s already an associate chief physician. How could I possibly accept him as a student?"

Yu Suye giggled. "Seniority doesn’t matter in learning; the one who has achieved mastery is the teacher."

"With your current medical achievements and status, no one would find it strange for you to take on a few assistants and students."

Yan Feifan rolled his eyes. "Another Xv Fang? No thanks. I don’t need that kind of trouble."

He then changed the subject. "Now that Ms. Chen has been promoted to vice president, her primary duties will undergo a major adjustment, and that’s going to affect you, too."

"Su Ye, have you thought about formally transferring your employment to the Affiliated Hospital?"

"Well..."

Yu Suye looked conflicted. "I have thought about it, but the Yu Family is the one that trained me. I can’t make a decision like this so casually."

"I need to discuss it with my elders..."

As they spoke, the Cayenne they were in arrived near the Affiliated Hospital’s Neurosurgery Department.

Yan Feifan instructed his driver, Feng Jian, to go buy a case of the best authentic Maotai that morning, and then got out of the car.

As soon as he got out, he saw Pan Jichuan hurrying over to him.

"Mr. Yan, Binhai University’s semester officially starts next Monday..."

Pan Jichuan quickly explained his reason for coming. "We’re planning to hold a celebration for Mr. Shi Min’s thirtieth year of teaching next Saturday."

"You’ll have time to attend, won’t you, Mr. Yan?"

Yan Feifan nodded. "I’ll make time for it next Saturday."

Pan Jichuan said with a broad smile, "Mr. Shi will be so happy to see you there."

After a pause, he said with a sincere expression, "Mr. Yan, I happened to notice Dr. Yu asking about Dr. Peng from the Oral Surgery Department in the work group chat."

"My father is on pretty good terms with Dr. Peng."

"Mr. Yan, is there anything I can do to help?"

Pan Jichuan continued to explain, "Mr. Yan, after you pointed out those ingrained bad habits in my surgical technique last time, I’ve been working hard to correct them."

"There have been some setbacks, but I’d say I’ve made some progress."

A joyful expression appeared on his face. "My father and several of the senior doctors have been praising me nonstop, saying I’ve finally had a breakthrough."

Pan Jichuan scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed. "It was a moment of vanity, I suppose. I didn’t dare tell them all my progress was thanks to your guidance."

Hearing this, Yan Feifan couldn’t help but crack a small smile.

When Pan Jichuan saw Yan Feifan smile, he knew his little act of playing the humble fool had been effective.

He then declared eagerly, "Mr. Yan, if you or Dr. Yu need me to run any errands or help with anything, please don’t hesitate. You have to give me a chance to repay you properly."

Yan Feifan didn’t think too much about it and said directly, "Yu Suye was asking about Dr. Peng because I want to consult him about some aspects of lisp correction surgery."

"Dr. Pan, if you could ask him on my behalf through your father, that would be perfect."

Pan Jichuan immediately slapped his chest. "Mr. Yan, it’s a small matter! I’ll go find my dad right now."

"This matter..."

He said after a moment’s thought, "I’ll definitely have an answer for you before the afternoon shift starts, Mr. Yan!"

Yan Feifan replied politely, "Thank you for the trouble."

"Thank you, Dr. Pan. And please pass on my thanks to your father as well."

Pan Jichuan waved it off. "Don’t mention it, Mr. Yan. It’s nothing..."

Watching Yan Feifan walk into the Neurosurgery Department, Pan Jichuan pulled out his phone and dialed his father’s number.

"Dad, the intel we had was correct. Mr. Yan really does want to consult Dr. Peng about lisp correction surgery."

"I already promised Mr. Yan I’d have an answer for him by noon. Whether this can happen or not is all up to you now, Dad..."

"Oh, I get it. Okay, Dad, I’ll wait to hear from you..."

Pan Jichuan hung up, couldn’t help but glance back at the entrance to the Neurosurgery Department, then clenched his fist and gave a triumphant pump.

He had spent two arduous weeks diligently correcting the fine details of his surgical technique according to Yan Feifan’s pointers. The effusive praise he received from his father and several senior doctors as a result only strengthened his resolve to learn from Yan Feifan.

Leaving aside Yan Feifan’s unparalleled surgical skills, one could benefit immensely just from his hawk-like eye for spotting problems.

And that was to say nothing of Yan Feifan’s formidable research abilities.

’Where there’s a will, there’s a way!’

Pan Jichuan was a firm believer in this saying.

Lately, he had been quietly gathering information on Yan Feifan and the people in his circle.

That was how he knew Yu Suye had been asking about Dr. Peng in their work group chat.

He also knew that He Junxing, who handled logistics for Qin Ying’s research lab, had requested tongue specimens from the specimen room for Yan Feifan to use for practice.

Pan Jichuan also understood that this whole affair of finding a mentor wasn’t that big of a deal to Yan Feifan himself.

However, if he took the initiative and handled it for Yan Feifan, he could, step by step, earn his goodwill and friendship.

The more Pan Jichuan learned about Yan Feifan, the more certain he was of one thing.

Although Yan Feifan seemed cold, arrogant, and unapproachable, he was actually quite easy to get along with.

Moreover, as long as you were good to him, he would be good to you in return.

However, Pan Jichuan was also keenly aware of one thing.

When it came to his work, Yan Feifan was absolutely meticulous.

He had learned from Meng Yao and Ye Lin that whenever Yan Feifan was operating, no one dared to be the least bit careless.

In the operating room, a narrow-eyed, sharp glare from Yan Feifan was terrifying. Even Mr. Wang couldn’t withstand it.

And that suited Pan Jichuan just fine.

His determination to follow Yan Feifan wasn’t so he could ride his coattails; it was so he could become a renowned doctor in his own right.