Chapter 390 - 389: Better Safe Than Sorry

Chapter 390: Chapter 389: Better Safe Than Sorry

It was nearly seven in the evening when Yan Feifan’s group of four returned to their residence at Zuimo Court from Jingcheng.

They were tired, hungry, and thirsty, but fortunately, Du Qiu had prepared a rather sumptuous dinner.

In addition, a guest had come over to bum a meal—Wang Chuan!

"Mr. Wang, you’re just in time. I have something important to tell you."

As soon as she saw him, Yan Ziruo, as if she had just found her rock, rattled on about the results of Mr. Yu’s pulse diagnosis for Yan Feifan.

She said worriedly, "Mr. Wang, ’an oil lamp about to run dry.’ Just listen to how scary that sounds! Feifan is only twenty-five."

"Mr. Wang, tell me, what are we going to do?"

Yan Feifan quickly tried to defend himself. "Mr. Wang, don’t listen to my sister’s exaggerations. It’s not as scary as she’s making it sound."

"I’ll just be more careful from now on and get more exercise."

"Besides, Mr. Yu prescribed me many doses of Chinese medicine."

He then added, feigning heartache over the cost, "My medicine, plus my sister’s, cost us tens of thousands. It’s like all of today’s hard work was for nothing."

Wang Chuan, however, said with a solemn expression, "I know of that Mr. Yu. He’s a true National Medical Master."

"If he said that, then it can’t be taken lightly. We must take this seriously."

"How about this..."

Wang Chuan said thoughtfully, "Feifan, for the time being, you should reduce your workload as much as possible and focus on your studies."

"I’ll go talk to Mr. Lo, Mr. Qin, and the others."

Yan Feifan grimaced. "Mr. Wang, is that really necessary? I feel like my body is getting better and better."

Wang Chuan warned sternly, "With something like this, it’s better to be safe than sorry. You can’t joke around with your life."

"You rest and recuperate for a while first. Then we’ll have Mr. Yu check your pulse again and see what the results are..."

And just like that, Wang Chuan made the final decision.

Next, they washed their hands and sat down at the table for dinner.

As they ate and talked, Wang Chuan learned the details of Mr. Yu’s diagnoses for Yan Ziruo and Song Yi as well.

"Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes treating illnesses before they appear, preventing problems before they arise."

Wang Chuan comforted them, "You two need to take this seriously as well. Taking a year or two to properly care for your health so you can live to a healthy ninety-nine is a pretty good deal."

Yan Ziruo pouted and huffed, "I don’t want to become one of those old fossils people talk about."

"My ideal is to eat, drink, and live comfortably until I’m sixty or seventy. That’s more than enough for me."

"At that age, I’ll still be able to get around and take care of myself. Then, I’ll just get some sudden illness or have an accident and—poof—be gone in an instant."

Yan Feifan scoffed and teased, "Sis, once you reach that age, you’ll definitely want to live another five hundred years."

Yan Ziruo shot him a glare. "Feifan, you should worry about getting your own body back in shape first."

"I have another ideal, and that’s for you to handle my funeral."

"Alright, you two are getting more and more morbid."

Wang Chuan interrupted, "I came over tonight for two reasons. One was to bum a meal, and the other was for something else."

He ladled himself another bowl of winter melon and dried shrimp soup and continued, "Feifan, someone from Huarong Medical Beauty came looking for you today, demanding an explanation..."

After Wang Chuan finished explaining the so-called conventional "unwritten rule," Song Yi and Yan Ziruo were indignant.

"What kind of bullshit rule is that?"

Yan Ziruo fumed, "So the people whose surgeries failed just deserve to live the rest of their lives with a ruined face?"

Song Yi, filled with righteous indignation, chimed in, "Exactly! Mr. Wang, what you’re doing is completely unreasonable."

Wang Chuan patiently explained, "Well... this is just a tacit understanding among the few top medical beauty clinics in the country."

"We still accept patients whose procedures at smaller clinics have failed."

He elaborated, "Each of our clinics has at least a dozen or two plastic surgeons. While their skill levels vary, they each have their own specialties. In terms of overall comprehensive strength, we are definitely top-tier in the country."

"For patients with failed procedures, the clinic will naturally try to find a solution internally first, working together to resolve it."

"A problem that an entire clinic’s combined effort can’t solve is something other clinics of a similar level most likely can’t solve either."

Realization dawned on Yan Ziruo. "Mr. Wang, so it’s not that you don’t want to take these cases, but that you don’t have the ability to? You can’t handle them?"

Song Yi immediately added, "Does that mean Feifan’s skill alone surpasses the combined efforts of an entire top-tier medical beauty clinic?"

Wang Chuan let out a laugh. "Feifan is an anomaly. His detailed understanding of human anatomy and his comprehensive abilities are unrivaled, giving him extraordinary skill in plastic surgery."

Song Yi said, confused, "Mr. Wang, if Feifan’s skills can completely dominate other medical beauty clinics, then you don’t have to abide by the unwritten rule, right?"

"You could keep taking on their failed cases and let the Affiliated Hospital’s plastic surgery center surpass all the others, becoming number one in the country overnight!"

Wang Chuan glanced at Yan Feifan and said with a hint of regret, "I’d like to do that too, but Feifan’s ambitions don’t lie in this field."

"I have to think about the long-term future of the plastic surgery center. If we break the rules and get targeted by the entire medical beauty industry, it will be very troublesome."

Song Yi nodded in understanding. "That’s true. It would indeed be a waste for Feifan to use his medical talents solely on plastic surgery."

Yu Suye said seriously, "Once Feifan’s training period is over, his main focus will be on cutting-edge medical research."

"He is destined to leave a significant mark on the history of medicine."

Yan Feifan swallowed the food in his mouth and couldn’t help but say, "Su Ye, you’re putting a lot of pressure on me by saying that."

Yu Suye gave a radiant smile and said, "Feifan, you’re already on that path."

"As long as you keep going, success will just be a natural by-product."

At this point, Wang Chuan chimed in again, "Feifan, you can still take on any plastic surgery cases you want in the future."

"However, for patients from clinics like Huarong Medical Beauty, you’ll need them to sign a supplementary agreement."

"Also, that Dr. Ling who came looking for you wants to have a contest of skills with you."

Yan Feifan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Mr. Wang, how does he want to compete?"

"An arena match? A head-to-head competition?"

Wang Chuan chuckled. "It’s not as serious or formal as you think. He’s probably just unconvinced and skeptical and wants to observe one of your surgeries with his own eyes."

"At our level, just by watching someone’s specific techniques on the operating table, you can tell who has the superior skill."

Yan Feifan said, "Oh," then added, "Tang Qing’s customized cosmetic surgery is scheduled for next week. We could let him..."

He thought for a moment, then changed his mind. "There’s a young nurse in the Emergency Department who wants full facial plastic surgery."

"If she doesn’t change her mind, let Dr. Ling observe her surgery."

Wang Chuan grunted in agreement, then said in a serious tone, "Feifan, for next week, just follow your current work schedule."

"After I discuss things with Mr. Lo and Mr. Qin, we’ll rearrange a new study and work plan for you."

"We’ll try... to get you two days off a week."

Yan Feifan said quickly, "Mr. Wang, I don’t need two days off. One day a week is more than enough."

Yan Ziruo reminded him, "Feifan, you can’t even guarantee yourself one day off a week right now."

"Hey, didn’t you say you wanted to go on a camping trip soon?"

"When were you thinking of going?"

Well...

Yan Feifan thought for a moment and said, "Next weekend?"