On Tuesday, Yan Feifan received the dical records for two more patients with spinal canal tumors from Mr. Lo.
The thought of having to design puncture injection plans for a total of five patients this week gave Yan Feifan a bit of a headache.
While it was true that he was becoming more skilled with each procedure and gaining more experience, Yan Feifan’s perfectionist nature drove him to strive for flawlessness every ti.
For every single puncture injection plan, Yan Feifan would run simulation after simulation, making improvent after improvent. The ntal toll was truly imnse.
Yan Feifan sotis thought, ’Those historical accounts of strategists dying from ntal exhaustion, completely burning out... that must be a real thing.’
’Maybe one day, he’d kick the bucket for the sa reason.’
At that mont, more than anyone, Yan Feifan looked forward to the surgical robot being developed by Baining dical Technology hitting the market sooner rather than later.
’That would make his life so much easier...’
"Xiaoyan, you’re spacing out again. Have any brilliant ideas?"
Hearing Lo Jun’s question, Yan Feifan snapped back to reality.
He realized that everyone in the office—Wang Chuan, Wa Wei, Lin Qian, and Qi Xiuping—was looking at him.
"Mr. Lo, this ti I was really just spacing out. I wasn’t thinking about anything."
A ripple of soft laughter went through the office.
Lo Jun shook his head and chuckled. "You little rascal, that’s going a bit too far."
"We’re all here discussing the progress and next steps for our research project, and you’re slacking off, lost in your own world."
He then turned to Wa Wei and instructed, "Make sure you have four empty beds for in the inpatient departnt by Saturday."
"And the first batch of four trial patients must be selected with extre care. We can’t afford any mistakes in the initial phase."
Wa Wei quickly replied, "Director, I’ll do my best."
Lo Jun grunted in acknowledgnt, then turned to Wang Chuan with a light laugh. "Mr. Wang, you have it much easier."
"You’re in charge of an entire building. Just stick a few extra beds in the hallway, and you’re all set."
Wang Chuan gave a wry smile. "Mr. Lo, it’s not as easy as you make it sound. Everyone’s got their own problems."
"The hospital just gave us another assignnt. I’m already getting a headache just thinking about it."
Lo Jun let out a hearty laugh. "Your departnt is a major source of profit for the hospital. Your revenue is needed to cover the deficits of many other departnts."
He exchanged a glance with Wang Chuan. "Shall we call it a day?"
"Let’s call it a day."
Wang Chuan agreed, stood up, and prepared to leave.
Seeing this, Lin Qian and Qi Xiuping quickly rose to their feet and followed Wang Chuan out.
Yan Feifan also got up to see them off...
Out in the hallway, Wang Chuan stopped and said to Yan Feifan, "Feifan, I spoke with Dr. Qu last night."
"He’s willing to take on the child’s corrective surgery."
"So, have the child’s parents co in on Friday morning to handle the admission paperwork."
"We’ll do the surgery that night."
Yan Feifan nodded in acknowledgnt.
He returned to Mr. Lo’s office to find him on the phone.
A mont later, Lo Jun ended the call, put down his phone, and looked at Yan Feifan with a beaming smile.
"Between last night and now, I’ve received no fewer than ten calls. They were all from mbers of the national neurosurgery association from all over the country."
"They all called to ask for verification after reading the paper you published in the Bin University Newspaper."
After a brief pause, Lo Jun continued, "Feifan, you’ve already perford ten of the vertebral tumor puncture injection surgeries."
"Every single one of them was a success."
"The patients’ post-operative conditions are several tis better than the prognosis for traditional surgical thods."
"Xiaoyan, I think it’s absolutely necessary to organize a national live-demonstration and seminar."
Yan Feifan, who instinctively shied away from trouble, quickly tried to refuse. "Sir, is that really necessary?"
Lo Jun said with a serious expression, "How could it not be necessary? This is a godsend for patients and neurosurgeons all over the country!"
"It’s also a great opportunity for you to make a na for yourself."
"As for the specific preparations..."
Lo Jun said thoughtfully, "You don’t need to worry about it."
"I’ll coordinate with the Binhai dical Branch, the hospital, the dical school, and other departnts."
"As for the funding for this seminar, I’m sure Baining dical Technology would be more than happy to sponsor it..."
And just like that, a seminar that was never part of Yan Feifan’s plans was enthusiastically set in motion, all thanks to Mr. Lu’s fervent promotion...
At six in the evening, Yan Feifan, for a change, got off work on ti.
He went to the ergency departnt to pick up Yu Suye, and when they reached the hospital’s south gate, he saw a black Cayenne SUV already waiting by the curb.
When Yan Feifan reached the car, he saw his uncle in the driver’s seat and his sister in the passenger seat.
His uncle was also dressed up today.
He wore light-colored pants and a short-sleeved, slim-fit, striped shirt. His developed muscles made the shirt look a little tight.
A large pair of sunglasses was pushed up onto his high forehead.
"Little Fanfan, hurry and get in the car. Ruoruo says we’re going to Xinfeng Restaurant nearby for dinner."
Yan Feifan protested, "Uncle, I’m all grown up now. Can you please stop calling by my pet na?"
Shu Lei chuckled. "If I don’t call you by your pet na, then what should I call you? Feifan? Yan Feifan? Mr. Yan?"
"I still think ’Little Fanfan’ rolls off the tongue better."
"Besides, no matter how old you get, as your elder, I’ll always have the right to call you by your pet na."
"Now get in the car, Little Fanfan."
Speechless, Yan Feifan got into the backseat of the Cayenne with Yu Suye, who was trying to suppress a smile...
The Xinfeng Restaurant, owned by Mrs. Xia, wasn’t far from the Affiliated Hospital—just a ten-minute drive north.
It was a mid-range restaurant.
Although Mrs. Xia had enthusiastically invited Yan Feifan over on multiple occasions, this was his first ti visiting.
The main reason was that it was a Hunan restaurant.
"Hunan cuisine?"
Shu Lei looked at the restaurant’s sign and the strings of red chili peppers used as decoration, and asked doubtfully, "I don’t eat spicy food, and if I rember correctly, you two can’t handle it either."
"Why did we suddenly decide on a Hunan restaurant?"
Yan Ziruo explained with a perfectly straight face, "Uncle, you spend years at sea, so your body must have accumulated a lot of dampness."
"Eating chili peppers is an effective way to expel that dampness."
"See? Aren’t I a considerate niece?"
Shu Lei chuckled, then snorted. "Ruoruo, you’re certainly considerate. But let’s make a deal: whatever dish I eat, you have to eat the sa."
"Let’s go."
With Shu Lei in the lead, the group strode into the three-story restaurant.
After Yan Ziruo gave their reservation number for a private room, a server led them upstairs.
Just as they were turning onto the staircase to the second floor, a surprised and happy voice called out.
"Mr. Yan!"
Yan Feifan looked toward the voice and saw a pretty young woman in a waitress uniform running up the stairs toward them.
It was Liu Yan, the young woman who had undergone a minor scar removal surgery on her face.
Now, with that unsettling scar gone from her face, she had blossod into a beautiful young woman from Hunan.
Her entire deanor seed more lively and cheerful as well.
"Mr. Yan, are you here for...?"
Yan Feifan explained, "My uncle is a sailor, and he just returned from a voyage, so I brought him here to try your restaurant’s food."
"Are you not working in the kitchen anymore?"
Liu Yan’s face was all smiles. "I’m working in the main hall on the first floor now."
She then turned to the server who was leading them and called out, "Lingling, take Mr. Yan and his party to the VIP room on the third floor."
Before the other server could ask, Liu Yan quickly explained, "Mr. Yan is a very important guest of Mrs. Xia’s."
"I’ll let Mrs. Xia know..."
Shu Lei sat at the large, round banquet table, which could seat at least fourteen or fifteen people, and took in the rather upscale decor of the private room.
"Ruoruo, I think I finally understand why you brought here. You’re trying to use Little Fanfan’s connections to score a free al, aren’t you?"
He leaned closer to Yan Ziruo and asked in a serious tone, "Ruoruo, be honest with your uncle. Is Little Fanfan really doing well for himself?"
"You’re not the type to take advantage of small things like this."
"Or... do you have so ulterior motive?"
Just then, the door to the private room pushed open.
A glamorous, curvaceous woman in a short qipao walked in, her every movent graceful.
Shu Lei forgot all about his conversation with Yan Ziruo. His eyes widened, his gaze locked onto the woman in the qipao...
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