After leaving the Plastic Surgery Center, Yan Feifan went to the Trauma Surgery Departnt to see Peng Jun, who had already been admitted.
This ti, he wasn't accompanied by Mrs. Xia, the owner of Xinfeng Restaurant, but by his wife and a cousin.
After carefully reviewing all of Peng Jun's test results, Yan Feifan scheduled his total right thumb reconstruction surgery for Wednesday evening.
As Yan Feifan left the hospital room, he unexpectedly ran into Zhao Dongsheng.
The two of them went to the end of the hallway to talk.
Seeing no trace of worry on his face, Yan Feifan asked, "Is that whole thing with Zhiyin Beauty over?"
Zhao Dongsheng nodded, saying with lingering fear, "I wasn't among those called in by the hospital's disciplinary departnt to explain themselves this ti."
He added with a sigh, "I've realized it's better to just be honest. You can live with a clear conscience."
"Don't get greedy, or you'll eventually have to pay the price."
Zhao Dongsheng then said apologetically, "It's a good thing you didn't accept my invitation to work part-ti at Zhiyin Beauty back then, Feifan."
"Otherwise, my offense would have been much more serious."
Yan Feifan chuckled lightly. "Don't worry about it. You had good intentions at the ti."
"So, what's happening with Zhiyin Beauty now?"
"What else? It's been shut down for reorganization!"
Zhao Dongsheng said with a sigh, "Dr. Tan Yerong really miscalculated this ti, trying to take advantage of our Affiliated Hospital."
"With our hospital's connections and influence in the dical community, all it takes is a little pressure and his costic surgery clinic can't possibly stay in business."
"He'll probably have to either shut down completely or move sowhere else to start over."
After a mont of silence, Zhao Dongsheng sighed again. "Feifan, I knew you were good, but I didn't realize you were *this* good."
"You can even perform severed finger reattachnts. You've completely left , an attending physician, in the dust."
Yan Feifan said humbly, "It's mainly because Mrs. Qin is a great teacher, and Mr. Chen was willing to give a chance."
"By the way, what about Dr. Yeu Quan?"
Zhao Dongsheng looked around and lowered his voice. "He left the hospital last week. The rumor is he went to the neighboring Su City."
"Feifan, there's a rumor going around that he didn't resign in a fit of anger. He supposedly made a mistake and was ordered to leave by Mr. Chen."
"Is that true?"
Yan Feifan answered vaguely, "You'll have to ask Mr. Chen about that yourself to find out."
Zhao Dongsheng shook his head like a rattle drum. "I wouldn't dare."
"Mr. Chen was recently disciplined by the hospital and is in a terrible mood. Unless it's absolutely necessary, no one dares to show their face in front of him."
Yan Feifan felt helpless about the disciplinary action.
Just because soone filed a complaint and the Health Commission sent soone to investigate, the hospital casually slapped him with a derit.
This reminded Yan Feifan of what Yu Youhai had said that morning.
As a public institution, the Affiliated Hospital had many parties to answer to and was heavily restricted when it ca to acting expediently.
'But then again, there's the saying that nothing can be accomplished without rules and standards.'
Yan Feifan was now a little unsure whether it was better to have more rule by man, or if strict managent was more appropriate.
After parting with Zhao Dongsheng, Yan Feifan went back to Qin Ying's dical research office, but he didn't run into Mrs. Qin or see Yu Suye.
He saw it was nearly six in the evening, so he went straight to the hospital's main administration building to wait for his sister to get off work so they could go ho together.
He only waited a few minutes before he saw his sister walk briskly out of the office building, a bag slung over her shoulder.
Getting off work on ti was perfectly normal for the staff in the hospital's finance, administration, and logistics departnts.
"Feifan, take a guess how much you got paid for last month!"
Hearing this, Yan Feifan realized it was May 12th. Payday was supposed to be on the 10th, but since that was a Saturday, it had been delayed until today.
Seeing the excited look on his sister's face, Yan Feifan ventured a bold guess, "Over twenty thousand?"
"Way more than that!"
Yan Ziruo hooked her arm through her brother's and giggled as they walked. "Feifan, you'll never guess. It was over forty-two thousand."
"I checked your pay stub. The surgical allowance from the Plastic Surgery Center alone was thirty thousand."
"You only did three or four surgeries at the Plastic Surgery Center last month, right?"
Yan Feifan grunted in agreent and explained, "My surgical fee standard at the Plastic Surgery Center is based on that of an associate chief physician."
Yan Ziruo exclaid, "I know that!"
"If you were doing surgeries at the Plastic Surgery Center every day, you'd be making at least two or three hundred thousand a month."
"All those doctors at the Plastic Surgery Center are loaded."
Yan Feifan smiled. "Of course. Haven't you seen the underground parking garage at the Plastic Surgery Center? It's filled with nice cars that cost anywhere from six or seven hundred thousand to over a million."
Yan Ziruo said a bit indignantly, "A simple double eyelid surgery costs hundreds or even thousands. The Plastic Surgery Center is such a rip-off."
Yan Feifan chuckled. "Costic procedures like eyelid surgery and nose jobs aren't exactly necessities."
"The prices are high, yet so many people still get them done. You could say it's a case of willing buyers and willing sellers."
"However..."
Yan Feifan ca to the Plastic Surgery Center's defense. "The reconstructive surgeries the center takes on from other departnts—for facial disfigurent due to accidents, illnesses, and so on—are priced very low."
"You could say the prices are more than fair!"
Yan Ziruo exclaid again, "In that case, Feifan, couldn't I save a ton of money by disfiguring myself first and then getting plastic surgery?"
Yan Feifan couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Sis, are you being dense?"
"Do you think the results of a reconstructive surgery for disfigurent are the sa as a ticulously detailed costic procedure?"
"Let put it this way..."
Yan Feifan explained, "Reconstructive surgery just makes your features look about average."
"Costic surgery, on the other hand, is about taking your looks from a six or a seven out of ten to an eight or a nine."
"What you're paying the plastic surgeon for is that skill."
Yan Ziruo huffed twice, then changed the subject. "Feifan, the tea and the red wine are all ready."
"I got Biluochun tea. I didn't know how to buy it, so I had Mr. Wang introduce to Mr. Ma from the Jinxiu Grand Hotel, and he bought it for ."
"It's a 250-gram package, for twelve thousand yuan a can."
"Mr. Ma said he got it through his connections. That's the inside price; the market price is supposedly sixteen thousand."
Yan Feifan couldn't help but complain, "It's just leaves you steep in water. It's not like drinking it will make you a god. The price is just ridiculous."
Yan Ziruo shot him a look, seizing the opportunity to retort, "This is also a case of a willing buyer and a willing seller."
"High-end tea is a necessity for gift-giving."
She continued, "As for the red wine, Mr. Wang delivered six bottles. He said it's from Margaux Vineyard, one of the top ten wineries in France."
"He gave us a 'friendly price' of fifteen thousand a bottle."
After a pause, Yan Ziruo reminded him, "Feifan, I've already arranged for you to collect your research and developnt allowance, and also for the issuance of the three hundred thousand yuan cashier's check."
"Just find so ti tomorrow to go to the hospital's research finance office to take care of it."
Yan Feifan humd in acknowledgnt and said thoughtfully, "Sis, since we're free tonight, why don't we deliver the wine and the tea?"
"The sooner we get it done, the sooner I can stop worrying about it."
Yan Ziruo agreed, then rembered sothing. "Feifan, we have to make so many deliveries in one night, and we don't have a car."
Yan Feifan thought for a mont and decided, "We'll rent a car and ask Yu Suye to be our driver."
"Her driving skills are decent enough."
He added, "She's also a pretty good fighter. She could moonlight as our bodyguard..."
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