Chapter 394 - 393: Eventful

Chapter 394: Chapter 393: Eventful

"Achoo..."

On Tuesday morning, a few sudden sneezes from Yan Feifan sent Yan Ziruo and Yu Suye into a flurry of activity.

They first dug out the electronic thermometer to take Yan Feifan’s temperature.

After seeing that Yan Feifan’s temperature was normal, they started worrying about the electronic thermometer’s accuracy and pulled out an old-fashioned mercury one.

Under his sister’s close supervision, Yan Feifan, who was holding the thermometer under his arm, found the situation amusing. "You two are overreacting," he said. "It’s just a few sneezes from some dust or pollen."

"Even if I did have a low-grade fever, that would be normal."

"Getting a cold and a fever two or three times a year is perfectly common. It even helps boost your metabolism and kill off viruses and bacteria."

But Yan Ziruo looked serious. "Yan Feifan, stop grinning. Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on."

"The first sign of a decline in physical fitness and immunity is catching colds and fevers easily."

"Mr. Yu just said you were running on fumes, and now you have a fever..."

"Stop, stop..."

Yan Feifan quickly cut her off. "Sis, the way you’re talking, it sounds like I’m on my deathbed."

"I know perfectly well whether I have a fever or not."

"I’m perfectly healthy..."

Just then, Yan Feifan suddenly noticed Yu Suye’s cheeks were a bit flushed. "Su Ye, you’re not the one with a fever, are you?"

At his words, Yan Ziruo pointed the electronic thermometer at Yu Suye’s forehead.

"38.1!"

Yu Suye pouted and explained, "I think I set the AC too low last night and kicked off my blanket in my sleep."

Yan Ziruo said with a hint of disdain, "Su Ye, you’re a grown woman. How can you still kick off your blankets like a child?"

Yu Suye felt a little indignant at that. ’You’ve got some nerve,’ she thought. ’Don’t you know you toss and turn all over the bed when you’re asleep?’

But she only thought it, she didn’t say it.

Yan Feifan said with concern, "Su Ye, we have some fever-reducing medicine at home. Take a couple of pills after breakfast."

Yu Suye giggled. "No need for medicine! With my constitution, I’ll just drink some hot water and power through it..."

A few minutes later, Yan Feifan took out the mercury thermometer from under his arm and looked at it. 37.5.

The number made Yan Ziruo let out a sigh of relief. She then chided, "Feifan, be more careful next time. Don’t go around scaring people with your sneezes..."

This was the second day of Yan Feifan’s new work schedule.

When he arrived at the neurosurgery department, he found that Mr. Lo had even skipped his customary rounds.

Lo Jun first asked a few questions about Yan Feifan’s health before getting straight to the point and starting the morning’s lesson.

Teaching a student like Yan Feifan was incredibly easy.

There was no need for processes like providing inspiration, explanations, or derivations to deepen his understanding. He could just be fed the raw information, cram-style.

After all, Yan Feifan had a photographic memory and could remember everything he was taught. He just needed to go back and slowly digest it all.

Of course, Lo Jun also understood the importance of balancing work and rest. After an hour of teaching, they took a break for some casual chat.

"Feifan, since there are quite a few people attending the seminar, we’ve discussed it with Baining Hospital. The seminar will be held at both our Affiliated Hospital and Baining Hospital."

"They’ll be a week apart. We’ll go first."

Yan Feifan let out an "oh" as Mr. Lo continued, "Although Mr. Shi and his team haven’t yet developed a simple and effective at-home pain management method, the current volunteers’ pain has been reduced to a tolerable level, so they can go home to recuperate."

"We’re thinking of continuing the project trial and starting the second round of eight-person surgeries next week."

"Mr. Shi can continue the anesthesia team’s unfinished research on pain management methods with these eight individuals."

Yan Feifan said "oh" again, then added with concern, "Sir, in that case, the volunteers will have to be hospitalized for at least two weeks to get through the painful period with the help of anesthesiologists."

"The cost..."

Lo Jun said with a hint of resignation, "Including the various pain management experiments from Mr. Shi’s team, the cost is nearly five times higher than we originally projected."

"Right now, we can only hope that the anesthesia team led by Mr. Shi can actually develop an effective and simple pain management method."

"That would also count as a research outcome for our project."

"If that pain management method can be widely adopted, it might even bring us some unexpected revenue."

Yan Feifan said hopefully, "Let’s hope so..."

After ten minutes of chatting, the lesson resumed...

「At the plastic surgery center, in the director’s office.」

Wang Chuan asked Lin Qian and Qi Xiuping, who were standing before him, "Has Feifan spoken to you about the matter of the disabled children from the welfare home?"

Lin Qian was the first to answer. "Director, we spoke on the phone last night. This is a rare training opportunity, and I will cherish it."

Qi Xiuping also declared, "Director, I will cherish it as well."

Wang Chuan pointed to a stack of files on his desk, twenty to thirty centimeters thick. "These are the files on the disabled children that the welfare home just sent over."

"You two pick one."

Seeing the eager looks on Lin Qian and Qi Xiuping’s faces, Wang Chuan warned, "Don’t bite off more than you can chew. Prioritize stability."

"Don’t think that just because Feifan seems soft-spoken and easygoing, his standards aren’t high. In fact, they’re higher than anyone’s."

"If you mess up once, you won’t get a second chance."

"Understand?"

Lin Qian and Qi Xiuping’s expressions turned serious. They said in unison, "We will act within our abilities and give it our all..."

Just after three in the afternoon, Meng Yao, who was heading to her evening shift, got into Ye Lin’s MINI at the entrance of her residential complex.

"Ye Lin, thanks for picking me up for work."

"Mrs. Meng, no need to thank me. I was having lunch with a friend and realized the restaurant wasn’t far from your place, so I came by since it was on the way."

Ye Lin explained, then asked, "Mrs. Meng, do you know which big celebrity is coming in tonight?"

Meng Yao said softly, "I don’t know either."

"Mr. Yan said he doesn’t know who it is either, only that they were referred by Ding Xuan. It’s probably another big shot."

Ye Lin said with a regretful look, "That’s the one bad thing about our job. We know so much about these big celebrities, but we have to keep it all to ourselves."

Meng Yao warned her sternly, "Ye Lin, don’t you dare let anything slip to your friends just to show off for a moment."

"The confidentiality agreements we signed aren’t just for show. They could really bankrupt us."

Ye Lin chuckled. "Mrs. Meng, I know what’s at stake. I’m just venting to you."

"Um..."

She then asked tentatively, "Mrs. Meng, if friends ask you about getting plastic surgery, what do you usually tell them?"

Meng Yao chuckled lightly. "Simple. I tell them all the bad things about plastic surgery and try my best to talk them out of it."

"What if they insist on getting it done?" Ye Lin pressed.

Meng Yao smiled. "Then that’s up to them. But I would never introduce, recommend, or refer a doctor to them."

"The results of plastic surgery are very subjective. Whether they’re good or bad is all in their head. I don’t want to become the target of their complaints."

"Sigh..."

Ye Lin said with a troubled expression, "It’s my fault for not having any experience before. I praised Mr. Yan too much."

She added, "I mean, I was just telling the truth. The results of Mr. Yan’s plastic surgeries are truly impeccable."

"Now I have a few friends who are pestering me to death to get Mr. Yan to perform plastic surgery on them."

"The problem is, the Director gave a strict order: no one is to privately refer surgeries to Mr. Yan. Anyone caught will be fired on the spot."

"Mrs. Meng, what do you think I should do?"

Meng Yao gave a faint smile. "There’s a simple solution: scare them off with the price."

"These days, the plastic surgeries Mr. Yan accepts are either for celebrities or they’re major, challenging operations."

"The fees for those surgeries start at several hundred thousand, at least."

Ye Lin’s eyes lit up, and she smiled. "That’s right! Mr. Yan doesn’t even bother with minor surgeries anymore."

"A fee of several hundred thousand is more than enough to scare them off..."

Around five in the afternoon, Yan Feifan received another call from Lu Yao.

"The patient has agreed to come to Binhai for the surgery. However, he’s demanding to change the lead neurosurgeon."

"He’s going to ask a neurosurgery expert from the United States to be the lead surgeon."

Yan Feifan said, displeased, "In terms of surgical skill alone, domestic surgeons are more than a cut above their foreign counterparts because of their extensive practical experience."

"Why is that guy so difficult?"

"I’ll say what I said before: he can take it or leave it..."