Chapter 497: Chapter 496: Private Hospital
As Yan Feifan and the others walked into the courtyard of the Wang Family villa, they saw a woman with short hair, dressed in a casual pantsuit, standing with a warm smile in the foyer.
Yanyan trotted forward and threw her arms around the woman in a hug.
This was undoubtedly Mr. Wangâs ex-wife and Yanyanâs mother, Zhong Xinyi.
She had a chic short haircut, and at one meter seventy, her figure was exceptionally well-maintained, without a single ounce of excess fat.
Her lightly made-up features were quite delicate and beautiful, and she bore a noticeable resemblance to Yanyan.
A closer look, however, revealed fine lines around the corners of her eyes and mouth, betraying the passage of time.
Yan Feifan observed her lower jaw, mentally fine-tuning the surgical plan for Yanyanâs reconstruction.
A moment later, the mother and daughter ended their hug, and Zhong Xinyi turned her attention to Yan Feifan, Yu Suye, and the others.
"Oh, you must be Xiaoyu, right?"
"Why have you been crying...?"
Yu Suye took Tian Yu to the bathroom to clean the sting.
Yan Feifan, Yan Ziruo, Wang Chuan, Zhong Xinyi, and Yanyan gathered in the living room, chatting over tea.
"Mr. Yan, Iâve heard so much about you from this father and daughter over the past few months."
Zhong Xinyi said gratefully, "Mr. Yan, thank you. Iâve seen a clear change in Yanyan recently."
"Youâre the one who has filled her with confidence and hope!"
Yan Feifan said modestly, "Mrs. Zhong, youâre too kind."
"I havenât actually done much so far. Yanyanâs transformation is mainly thanks to Mr. Wangâs efforts."
Zhong Xinyi chuckled. "Heâs her father. Itâs only right that he does everything he can for her."
She put an arm around Yanyanâs shoulder and sighed softly. "Iâve heard Yanyanâs voice and laughter more in these past few months than in the last several years combined."
"You deserve so much of the credit for that, Mr. Yan!"
Since Yanyan was present, Wang Chuan quickly changed the subject. "Xinyi, how long are you back for this time?"
"Itâll be longer this time. At least ten days to two weeks."
Zhong Xinyi added, "Iâm here to conduct a site inspection for a commercial real estate project in Binhai. Iâm hoping to secure the deal."
"Which one?" Wang Chuan pressed.
"Fuhai Heaven and Earth!"
Hearing this, Wang Chuan asked for confirmation, "You mean Fuhai Heaven and Earth? The commercial complex near the Affiliated Hospital thatâs currently getting its exterior renovated?"
"That project must be worth billions, right? You canât secure that."
"Have you become that powerful?"
Zhong Xinyi shot Wang Chuan a look. "Iâm just the representative sent to inspect it. The person actually putting up the money is someone else."
Wang Chuan let out a soft "oh" of realization. "That makes more sense. No matter how fast your business is growing, it couldnât be *that* explosive."
Zhong Xinyi huffed. "Wang Chuan, if negotiations go smoothly, I plan to acquire several thousand square meters myself. Iâm going to open a private hospital."
"A private hospital?"
Wang Chuanâs brow furrowed. "Xinyi, this is a huge undertaking. Why didnât you discuss it with me?"
"Opening a private hospital in China isnât a simple thing to do."
"Besides, with a hospital in a prime location like Fuhai Heaven and Earth, I doubt you could even cover the rent."
Zhong Xinyi glared at him again and said in a low, serious voice, "It will be a hospital primarily for foreigners."
"For the American middle class, even with health insurance, the high cost of a serious illness can be financially devastating."
"The quality of medical care in China is excellent. Our surgeonsâ technical skills, in particular, surpass those at many major hospitals in the United States."
"What we mainly lack is some of the most cutting-edge medical equipment, as well as certain experimental drugs and treatments."
Zhong Xinyi took a sip of water from her cup and continued, "While the main flow of international medical tourism is still toward developed countries in Europe and America, China is gradually becoming a destination for some."
"Most importantly, many American health insurance plans will reimburse expenses for medical treatment received abroad."
"I plan to leverage the Affiliated Hospitalâs medical resources to cater to the American middle class."
Wang Chuan mulled it over for a moment. "Xinyi, isnât that a bit too idealistic?"
"Many foreigners are deeply prejudiced against us. Some still think we canât afford to eat or clothe ourselves, that we donât have televisions or refrigerators."
"When it comes to something as serious as their health, would they really risk coming to China for treatment?"
Zhong Xinyi looked at Yan Feifan and chuckled. "Isnât Mr. Yan a perfect example?"
"Every two weeks, an elite member of American society comes all the way to China just to have him perform their surgery."
"Feifan is an exception!"
After saying this, Wang Chuanâs expression suddenly darkened. He demanded, "Zhong Xinyi, donât you get any funny ideas involving Feifan."
Zhong Xinyi scoffed. "Wang Chuan, donât be so crude. What do you mean, âfunny ideasâ?"
"What Iâm proposing is a mutually beneficial partnership, okay?"
"The international medical tourism market is currently worth nearly three hundred billion US dollars, and a huge portion of that comes from Chinese citizens traveling abroad for care."
"Wouldnât it be great for us to partner up and bring some of that foreign money here instead?"
Zhong Xinyi then revealed, "And Iâll be frank with you, Wang Chuan, Iâm already in the final stages of negotiation with an American health insurance provider."
"With that insurance company providing a safety net, a top-tier surgeon like Mr. Yan on board, excellent treatment outcomes, and relatively low prices, Iâm confident I can make it a success."
Wang Chuan snorted heavily. "Thatâs a nice little plan you have, but reality can be cruel."
Zhong Xinyi retorted, "Wang Chuan, I didnât get where I am today just by dreaming pretty dreams."
"I have the guts to act on them!"
Wang Chuan said mockingly, "Oh, youâve got guts, all right. More than most."
"If it wasnât for me, you wouldâve..."
He stopped himself abruptly. Turning to Yan Feifan, he warned in a very serious tone, "She and I are separate people. You donât owe her any favors on my account."
"Feifan, this so-called partnership to make money off foreigners... just hear her out, but donât let her talk you into anything."
His words made Zhong Xinyi so angry she had the urge to roll up her sleeves and fight, but with her daughter and guests present, she forced herself to hold back.
Just then, Yu Suye and a freshly changed Tian Yu walked over.
"Does it still hurt?"
Facing everyoneâs concerned looks, Tian Yu smiled bashfully. "Mr. Yanâs method worked great. It barely hurts anymore."
Zhong Xinyi stood up, smiling. "I knew you would all be here, so I brought some gifts."
"Yanyan, come with Mom and help me get the gifts..."
Tian Yuâs gift was the latest MacBook.
Yu Suye and Yan Ziruo each received a set of all-natural botanical skincare products.
Yan Feifanâs gift, however, was a set of microsurgical instruments from S&T of Switzerland, a world-renowned company in the field.
Inside the long, rectangular case lay rows of microsurgical clamps, forceps, and other instruments of various models, all gleaming with a captivating metallic sheen. Yan Feifan found he couldnât look away.
Just as a chef loves a perfectly suited set of knives, Yan Feifan was instantly smitten the moment he saw these surgical instruments.
The only thing was, this exquisite set of instruments was damn expensive.
"Mrs. Zhong, this gift is far too valuable. I canât accept something worth hundreds of thousands."
Zhong Xinyi chuckled. "âA craftsman must first sharpen his tools to do his work well.â A renowned surgeon like you deserves to use the very best instruments."
At the side, Wang Chuan snorted softly.
Yanyan tugged on Zhong Xinyiâs arm. "Mom, my face will be healed soon. Why donât you let Mr. Yan perform reconstructive surgery on your scars, too?"
Hearing this, Wang Chuan sighed softly and explained to Yan Feifan and the others, "Years ago, Xinyi was also injured in the attack when she was saving Yanyan."
"She was left with some rather large scars on her legs and arms."
"She has always refused to have surgery for them."
Hearing this, Yan Feifan understood. âSo thatâs why Zhong Xinyi was wearing long pants and sleeves in the middle of summer.â
Zhong Xinyi reached out and stroked the top of Yanyanâs head, saying gently, "Momâs not in a hurry. Weâll talk about it after youâve fully recovered..."