Chapter 111: Crafty Minds
On Monday morning, the mont Yan Feifan opened his eyes, he reached for the phone on his nightstand and began scrolling through the trending topics on several major websites.
A screenshot of an email was sitting around the thirteenth or fourteenth spot on the trending lists.
This email had actually been sent by Wang Chuan, the director of the plastic surgery center, to his many colleagues at the Affiliated Hospital through the internal mail system.
The email read, "To all my friends and colleagues, thank you for your concern for my daughter. I would like to update you on the situation..."
In the email, Wang Chuan first described the entire incident in full detail, then recounted the results of the negotiations at the police station.
At the end of the email, he wrote, "The other party pointed out that their daughter and son are both children, while our side had an adult present. They claim we should have been able to handle the matter properly and avoid the severe consequences that followed."
"Therefore, they hold us primarily responsible for their daughter’s injury and their son’s epileptic seizure."
"They are demanding one million in compensation for their daughter’s various expenses and five million for their son’s."
"We have categorically rejected this unreasonable demand and have decided to cease negotiations and resolve this through legal channels."
"Attached is the surveillance footage from the night of the incident. Please, my friends and colleagues, judge for yourselves who was in the right and who was in the wrong..."
Yan Feifan browsed online and found that along with the screenshot of the email, the surveillance video was also circulating.
He was pleased to see that the comnts section under every post, report, and video was incredibly active.
The ones with fewer comnts still had one or two hundred, while the more popular ones had three or four thousand.
Yan Feifan specifically clicked on the video with the most comnts and found that the vast majority of them were furiously condemning the bratty kids.
"She was just minding her own business on a walk, and he deliberately pulled off her face covering. For a brat like that, being scared to death would be getting off easy."
"Fifteen isn’t that young. To actually mock soone’s disfigurent... getting hit is letting him off easy. If it were , I would’ve just strangled him."
"Where there are bratty kids, there are bratty parents. Look at their demands! Not a shred of remorse, and they have the gall to ask for six million."
An observant netizen pointed out, "Did everyone notice? When that boy bumped into the girl, she subconsciously reached out to catch him. You can tell she’s a kind-hearted person."
Another netizen comnted, "This woman is a beast! She took on four or five delinquent youths by herself and didn’t even lose ground. That final push was especially epic. Aweso!"
Of course, so netizens criticized her for resorting to violence first, arguing that she should have used reason, especially since the other party were underage kids.
Yan Feifan quickly scanned the comnts and saw that the overwhelming majority of opinions condemned the bratty kids and their entitled parents.
Almost everyone seed to loathe and detest bratty kids.
He also found so information online that was allegedly leaked by an insider.
This information revealed that the young woman who had scared the bratty kid into fainting had suffered a terrible accident in her childhood that left her face severely disfigured.
Her father, Dr. Wang Chuan, who sent the email, was originally an outstanding trauma surgeon at the Affiliated Hospital. For his daughter’s sake, he resolutely transferred to the plastic surgery departnt.
Now, this father has beco one of Binhai’s top plastic surgery experts, yet he still lacks the ability to restore his own daughter’s appearance.
Normally, the young woman stayed at her family’s ho in the suburbs. For several years now, she hadn’t stepped foot outside.
That night was her best friend’s birthday.
She had finally mustered the courage to leave her ho voluntarily for the first ti.
But she never expected...
During this ti, her family and friends have been by her side constantly, terrified that she might despair and do sothing foolish...
Below this exposé, there was a flood of identical comnts: "Bratty kids should die."
Yan Feifan found another exposé that leaked the specific details of the bratty kids’ parents.
This article pointed out that the father of the two brats was nad Sun Yao and lived in the well-known upscale residential community, Zuimo Court.
He owned a company called East Asia Sanitary Ware Sales Co., Ltd.
The article also nad the specific sanitary ware brands his company distributed and the locations of its stores in several major ho-furnishing malls.
As Yan Feifan read through dozens of articles related to the incident, he suddenly realized sothing.
His and his sister’s presence in the incident had been significantly downplayed. The focus of public attention had been skillfully guided toward Yanyan and Wang Chuan, as well as the bratty kids and their parents.
Yan Feifan put down his phone, got out of bed, and after washing up in the bathroom, gently pushed open the master bedroom door.
Yesterday evening, Yan Ziruo and Tian Yu had been driven back to Zuimo Court by Mrs. Hua.
However, Yan Ziruo’s fever hadn’t completely subsided yet.
Yan Feifan saw his sister, who always tossed and turned in her sleep, lying diagonally across the large bed. The blanket was mostly covering her, but one foot was sticking out.
He went over to cover her foot with the blanket, rubbed his hands together, and then placed his palm on his sister’s forehead.
’Still a low-grade fever!’
Seeing that his sister was sleeping soundly, Yan Feifan didn’t wake her. He went to the kitchen and started making breakfast.
As he was about to start cooking, he received a call from Xiao Man.
"Feifan, sothing this big happened, and you didn’t tell right away?"
"Are you not treating like a sister and a friend?"
Yan Feifan quickly apologized, "Mrs. Man, you’re right, my mistake. I was mainly thinking at the ti that we could negotiate a friendly resolution."
"I didn’t expect them to be so unreasonable and make such an outrageous demand."
Xiao Man snorted over the phone. "With kids like that, you should have known their parents’ character wouldn’t be much better."
"This incident is a hot topic online right now. I’ll add so more fuel to the fire and try to get it covered on the noon or evening news."
Yan Feifan said earnestly, "Mrs. Man, thank you!"
"There’s no need for formalities between us."
Xiao Man replied, then added in an excited tone, "Mr. Jing said the cochlear implant will be delivered to the hospital by Wednesday or Thursday, so Lu can have her surgery this week..."
After hanging up with Xiao Man, Yan Feifan hurried to make breakfast.
He stir-fried two light dishes that his sister liked, then cooked two small bowls of wonton and shrimp noodles with greens.
After setting the dishes and noodles on the dining table, Yan Feifan ran to the master bedroom to wake his sister.
He helped his groggy sister, who was sitting up in bed, put on a jacket and urged her, "Sis, get up and eat. You can co back and sleep more after."
"I’ll call in a day off for you at work!"
Yan Ziruo yawned and shook her head. "No need to call in sick. I’m just a little under the weather, I can still manage to work."
Yan Feifan thought for a mont and said, "Alright, it’s your call."
"If your fever gets worse or you feel more unwell at work, it’ll be more convenient to see a doctor anyway..."
Before he could finish, Yan Ziruo kicked him in the leg.
"It’s first thing in the morning! Is that any way to jinx your sister?"
Yan Feifan rolled his eyes. "Sis, judging by the quickness of that kick, I can see I was worried for nothing..."
After having breakfast with his sister, Yan Feifan rushed to the hospital, but he was still a little late. It was already 7:15.
Wang Chuan didn’t criticize him, though.
He first asked about Yan Ziruo’s condition, then said grimly, "Feifan, I’ve been quietly investigating for the past two days. What you said about the low-quality sutures being passed off as good ones... it’s true."
His face was cold and his eyes held a murderous glint as he said, "I’ve been a bit too lenient these last couple of years. So people have gotten very crafty..."
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