Overpowered Resident Doctor

Time flew, and soon it was Tuesday.

During lunch, the Yan siblings, Yu Suye, Lo Jun, anesthesiologist Shi Zonglu, and others all gathered in Dr. Wang Chuan’s office at the plastic surgery center.

They ate the takeout Wang Chuan had ordered while listening to their lawyer, Jiang Jie, report on the operational inspection and financial audit of Luo’s Private Kitchen.

Mr. Jiang stated that after two or three busy days, the accounting firm had finished calculating the private kitchen’s finances up to the end of the previous weekend.

Including the profits relinquished by the couple, Luo Jianjun and Hu Ling, all the investors present could receive a net profit of nearly seventeen percent of their respective investments.

This figure made them both happy and regretful.

Even without the profits from Luo Jianjun and his wife, a return of over eight percent in just over six months was considered quite good in the current climate.

And that wasn’t even counting the unrealized gains from the property itself…

After reporting on the financial assessment, Mr. Jiang distributed several documents to the group.

Yan Feifan took them and saw one was an asset investment agreement and the other was an authorization agreement.

He skimmed through them. Both agreements concerned transferring the money and profits invested in Luo’s Private Kitchen into the international hospital that would be established at the same location.

They also authorized Wang Chuan to represent them in negotiating the complete buyout of Luo’s Catering Company with Luo Jianjun and his wife.

The group, having already discussed the matter, signed the agreements without any fuss.

In terms of profit potential, the ceiling for a private hospital was countless times higher than that of a restaurant.

Their only regret was that they would likely never get to eat such delicious home-style cooking again…

After signing the agreements and discussing the transfer for a little longer, the group finished their lunch and left the plastic surgery center together before their afternoon shifts began, each returning to their own work.

Wang Chuan followed Yan Feifan to the Little Red House.

Today was the day of Tang Zheng’s final incisional examination—the day his nutrient drip tube would be removed and he would be moved out of the sterile ward…

Yan Feifan used a scalpel to make an incision on the skin of Tang Zheng’s right cheek, clamped it with surgical forceps, and gently peeled it back…

He couldn’t help but hold his breath during the process.

Yan Feifan felt like he was opening a blind box.

Although Yan Feifan was quite confident, at the true moment of reveal, he still felt a mix of excitement and slight nervousness.

He glanced at Wang Chuan beside him and saw that he was staring intently at his every move.

The incised skin was finally peeled back.

What met their eyes was a field of red in varying shades.

This was a color Yan Feifan liked to see.

He switched to surgical tweezers and a dissector, probing deeper into the muscle tissue for a more detailed examination…

The first site, the second site…

Yan Feifan found that the blood flow in the grafted vessels was normal, with no signs of blockage or necrosis.

All the grafted nerves also showed a healthy color, indicating they had regained their viability.

However, it would still take three to five months of recovery before these nerves could become fully functional.

At this result, both Yan Feifan and Wang Chuan let out a long, simultaneous sigh of relief.

At this point, Yan Feifan could proudly announce it.

The reconstructive surgery for severe localized facial trauma was finally a success!

Suppressing his excitement, Yan Feifan tossed the instruments in his hand onto the metal tray beside him and instructed his assistant, Zhu Jian.

“The rest is up to you.”

With that, he took three steps back from the operating table, turned, and left the operating room directly.

Wang Chuan followed him out as well.

Zhu Jian moved into the chief surgeon’s position and began carefully removing the drip tubes from Tang Zheng’s face…

Wang Chuan followed Yan Feifan to the changing room to get dressed, then accompanied him to his office on the ninth floor.

After drinking a glass of water, Wang Chuan stammered incoherently, “Yanyan… time… Feifan… the surgery…”

Yan Feifan said thoughtfully, “Chuan, we can schedule the nerve division for Yanyan’s face soon.”

“As for the specific time, you can decide.”

Wang Chuan nodded, let out another breath, and said, “I’ll go home tonight and discuss it with Yanyan.”

He then began calculating aloud, “One and a half to two months for the nerves to cultivate in vivo, then the facial repair surgery, followed by another two months of recovery, and then further cosmetic surgery.”

“In five or six months, Yanyan will be able to go wherever she wants, just like other girls her age.”

Imagining Yanyan’s recovered appearance, Wang Chuan felt his nose tingle, on the verge of tears.

He had been waiting for that day for far too long!

He turned his head to look away, not wanting Yan Feifan to see him lose his composure.

Just then, Wang Chuan heard Yan Feifan’s voice.

“Chuan, if Yanyan really does go running wild everywhere after she recovers, you’ll probably be even more worried then than you are now.”

Having composed himself, Wang Chuan met Yan Feifan’s gaze and chuckled softly.

“Feifan, I’ve already made a plan.”

“Once Yanyan has fully recovered, I’m going to take a long vacation of at least six months to travel with her to the ends of the earth, both at home and abroad.”

“I need to make it up to her for all these years she’s spent like a prisoner, unable to even step out the door.”

“And at the same time, I’ll let myself completely relax.”

Wang Chuan said with a sly grin, “After six months of compensatory, non-stop fun, it’ll be enough to make Yanyan want to go back to being a homebody.”

After a pause, he suddenly asked, “Feifan, Ouyang Yanran extended an invitation to you on behalf of the Baiyulan Group.”

“What are your thoughts on that?”

Yan Feifan shook his head. “No particular thoughts. My main focus right now is on learning and self-improvement. The Affiliated Hospital is still the most suitable place for me.”

“As for the future…”

He thought for a moment, then said, “I consider myself a rather sentimental and grateful person. As long as the conditions offered by the Affiliated Hospital aren’t too bad, I most likely won’t leave.”

Wang Chuan said, “Oh,” then asked, “Well, have you ever thought about starting your own hospital in the future?”

Yan Feifan shook his head again. “I’ve never considered it. Running a hospital is incredibly complex. Why would I spend so much energy on that?”

“I’d rather use that time to perform another surgery.”

“As for money, what I earn from performing surgeries, my shares in Song Yi’s company, and my collaboration with Bai Ning Medical Technology should be more than enough.”

At this point, a thought struck him. “Chuan, how did you know about the invitation from Baiyulan?”

“Did my sister tell you?”

Wang Chuan grunted in affirmation. “Don’t worry, your sister told me not to spread it around.”

Yan Feifan rolled his eyes. “I told my sister not to tell anyone about this.”

Wang Chuan’s expression turned serious. “Feifan, am I an outsider in your eyes? If that’s how you see me, I’ll be really hurt.”

“No! No!”

Yan Feifan quickly explained, “Chuan, I don’t see you as an outsider. I’m just complaining that my sister is a big mouth.”

“I was planning to tell you about it myself.”

Wang Chuan chuckled. “Feifan, I’m just kidding. In truth, at your current level, you don’t need to be afraid of any rumors or gossip.”

“Even if this gets out, the hospital’s leadership will be the ones getting nervous. It might even help you secure more benefits.”

Yan Feifan waved his hand dismissively. “I’m quite satisfied with my current situation. I don’t want outsiders to think I’m greedy.”

Just then, Yu Beihua knocked and entered.

Seeing that Wang Chuan was also there, he reported, “Teacher, Researcher Zhang Run from Su Province has arrived.”

Hearing this, Yan Feifan immediately understood.

It wasn’t just Zhang Run who had arrived; the old director from Baining Hospital had come with him…