The next morning, Yan Feifan woke up at six o'clock sharp as usual.
The first thing he did after getting up was to wake Tian Yu, who was sleeping with his sister.
Yan Ziruo woke up as well, and they all got out of bed together.
She needed to accompany Tian Yu to the subway and then see her onto the connecting bus, lest the girl, who had no sense of direction and was still half-asleep, get herself lost.
The three of them had breakfast together at a small shop by the entrance of their residential complex.
After breakfast, Yan Feifan parted ways with them and went to the director's office of the hospital's plastic surgery center, where he found Wang Chuan looking imnsely proud.
"Feifan, you never cease to surprise us. You can even take the lead on a major operation like a digit replantation."
Yan Feifan said, a little smugly, "Mr. Wang, the situation was special, so I had to step up. I didn't expect the surgery to go so surprisingly well."
Wang Chuan smiled. "Mr. Chen was praising you to the skies. He also said the patient's post-op results are quite good. The replanted digit can already perform simple flexion and extension."
Simple flexion and extension of a replanted digit only requires the contraction of the muscles connected to the tendons, which is relatively easy to achieve.
However, the recovery of touch and sensation in the severed digit would take at least three to five months, or even longer.
But for this particular operation, the fact that the replanted digit had restored blood flow, had survived, and possessed basic motor function ant the surgery was a success.
Since this was his first digit replantation surgery, Yan Feifan naturally hoped the patient's finger function would recover as much as possible.
He had already learned that the patient was a skilled carpenter who was building custom furniture at a client's ho when the accident occurred.
If the function of the man's left thumb couldn't be mostly restored, it would definitely affect his woodworking skills.
"Feifan, to be able to complete such a surgery at your age is incredible. You can be proud, but don't get complacent."
Wang Chuan advised, "This is just one small step toward your grand goal."
Yan Feifan chuckled lightly. "Mr. Wang, Mrs. Qin told the sa thing. I've got it under control; I won't get arrogant or complacent."
Wang Chuan grew more and more pleased with Yan Feifan. He said, "I've said it before: if you do sothing that makes satisfied and proud, I'll treat you to a great al."
He thought for a mont, then mused, "This reward can't be a casual one. I'll take you out for an authentic French dinner."
"However, that French restaurant requires reservations, and a al there takes at least two or three hours."
"Today is definitely out. Let's tentatively set it for... Friday night?"
Yan Feifan replied nonchalantly, "Sure, Mr. Wang. Whenever is convenient for you..."
For the remainder of the ti, the two discussed the surgical plan for Zhang Han's nose reconstruction.
It was mainly Yan Feifan talking while Wang Chuan listened, occasionally interrupting to ask about specific details...
At nine o'clock, Yan Feifan went to Qin Ying's dical research office.
He noticed that Mrs. Qin was also being much kinder to him, and it was quite obvious.
For example, when Mrs. Qin criticized him, her tone was a degree or two softer than when she criticized Yu Suye.
Mrs. Qin also told him that the national badminton player, Guo Fan, had adjusted his schedule and would co to the Affiliated Hospital next week for a detailed examination...
Yan Feifan had lunch with his sister.
This ti, Yan Ziruo didn't chat with him while they ate. Instead, she urged him to finish his food quickly.
In Yan Ziruo's words, an ergency could pop up at any mont, so it was better to fill his stomach first.
Yan Feifan smiled, saying that the hospital was huge and full of capable people. Opportunities like yesterday, where he was needed to put out a fire, were very rare.
However, he couldn't win against his sister, so he had no choice but to finish his al as quickly as possible.
As soon as he finished, Yan Ziruo, who was leisurely eating her vegetables, asked, "Feifan, is it possible for Xiaoyu to get into Bin University Affiliated High School through connections?"
"Did she talk to you about this?"
Yan Ziruo humd in agreent. "She ntioned it briefly. And said you gave her a lecture."
"Feifan, the Affiliated Hospital, Binhai University, and the Affiliated High School are all part of the sa system."
"Don't you think Mr. Wang or Mr. Liu could put in a word with the Affiliated High School?"
"If Xiaoyu can get into the Affiliated High School, it would be a huge benefit for her future developnt."
Yan Feifan was pessimistic. "With Xiaoyu's brains, even if she got into the Affiliated High School, she'd just end up at the bottom of the class."
"The pressure would be imnse. It wouldn't necessarily be good for her physical and ntal developnt."
Yan Ziruo shot back, "But she'd have you, wouldn't she?"
"If Xiaoyu attends the Affiliated High School, she can live with us."
"If you tutor her for half an hour to an hour every day, her grades would be sure to shoot right up."
Yan Feifan scoffed. "Sis, surely you've heard the saying 'you can't carve rotten wood'?"
He had barely finished speaking when his sister smacked him on the head.
"Don't you dare talk about Xiaoyu like that."
Yan Feifan said plaintively, "But I'm just stating a fact."
"She's not that smart to begin with, and she's a bit of a glutton and lazy. The whole 'diligence makes up for lack of talent' thing doesn't apply to her."
Yan Ziruo pulled rank as the older sister. "It's precisely because Xiaoyu's foundation is weak that we need to create a superior external learning environnt for her."
"Feifan, regarding her getting into the Affiliated High School, whether it's possible or not, you have to try for . Pull so strings."
"Do you understand?"
Yan Feifan said helplessly, "Alright, I'll ask about the feasibility..."
At 12:50 PM, Yan Feifan, who was waiting at the entrance of the ergency hall, saw Yu Suye arrive right on ti.
"I was starting to think you'd gotten cold feet and run away!"
Yu Suye gave an embarrassed smile. "Of course not. I just took a little extra ti to prepare."
"It's just, Feifan, Mr. Tan is probably very busy, right? If we just show up unannounced, will he have ti to see us?"
Yan Feifan started walking north, calling out, "Don't worry, just follow . I made an appointnt for you last night..."
The psychiatry building was located in the northernmost part of the hospital grounds.
It was arguably the most tranquil area in the Affiliated Hospital, complete with a small garden exclusively for the psychiatry departnt.
The psychiatry departnt had its own outpatient clinic offering psychological counseling services to the public. The inpatient wards primarily housed suspected psychiatric patients needing a diagnosis, patients with short-term, treatable ntal illnesses, and so on.
Patients requiring long-term treatnt were transferred to the Binhai ntal Disease Sanatorium, located in the Binhai East Suburb.
Yan Feifan also knew that the psychiatry departnt housed a national-level forensic psychiatric evaluation center.
Yan Feifan led Yu Suye through the hospital, and after rounding a large building, they arrived at a sixteen-story, cream-colored structure.
This was the psychiatry building.
To be honest, Yan Feifan was quite intimidated by this place.
Before he was cleared to return to work, Mr. Miao had personally conducted his ntal health evaluation.
At the ti, Mr. Miao had instructed Yan Feifan to co see him once a week.
After starting work, he'd been so busy, working from before sunrise to after sunset. But the main reason was that he genuinely didn't want to co here, so Yan Feifan hadn't been back even once.
'There are so many people in the psychiatry departnt, what are the odds?'
Yan Feifan muttered to himself, then braced himself and led Yu Suye into the lobby of the psychiatry building.
The mont he entered the building, Yan Feifan cursed his bad luck. With a SWISH, he turned, bent down, grabbed Yu Suye by the waist, and hid behind her.
"Feifan, what are you doing?" Yu Suye was bewildered.
"Su Ye, quick, take a look..."
"The man who just ca out of the elevator—pot-bellied, about five-foot-five, round face, bald, greasy glasses—where did that old guy go?"
Yu Suye's mouth fell open. Not daring to make a sound, she quickly sidestepped to the left.
Yan Feifan imdiately followed her, also shifting one step to the left.
As he moved, a pair of n's black leather shoes appeared before his eyes.
His gaze traveled up to a pair of dark, pin-striped trousers.
Further up, the hem of a white coat...
A white coat stretched taut over a large belly...
A prominent double chin...
A round face...
Square-frad glasses...
Still hunched over, Yan Feifan forced what he hoped was his most endearing smile. "Mr. Miao, hello there!"
"Sir, I'm just accompanying a colleague to see Mr. Tan. I have a surgery waiting for in a bit."
"You're busy, so please don't mind us."
Mr. Miao smiled coldly. "Yan Feifan, I don't care why you're here."
"You've walked right into my crosshairs. Now that you're here, you're not leaving..."
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