In Binhai, mid-June was the rainy season.
It wasn’t raining tonight, but the sky was oppressively overcast.
Driven to the attic by the foul stench of durian, Yan Feifan stepped out onto the terrace and was imdiately hit by the humid, stuffy air.
He walked to the railing, glanced at the glowing lights of Binhai University to the east and the residential buildings ahead, then turned his gaze back to Yu Suye beside him.
"Su Ye, if you want to eat durian, you don’t have to hold back."
Yu Suye smiled faintly. "For , durian is a take-it-or-leave-it kind of fruit. Being with you is what’s most important."
"My favorite is a sweet, crisp apple."
After a pause, she asked, "Feifan, do you really not have any hobbies of your own?"
"Work is my hobby!" Yan Feifan replied directly.
Yu Suye leaned against the railing, looking ahead. "During my ti at the family academy, we had to cultivate one sport and one artistic specialty from a young age."
"My sport was badminton. My artistic specialty was the piano."
"The piano?" Yan Feifan was a little surprised.
Yu Suye humd in affirmation. "Back then, among the few of us girls, half chose the piano, and the other half chose the violin."
She lifted her hands, her fingers nimbly miming the playing of a few notes, then sighed softly. "I haven’t played the piano in years. I’ve probably forgotten most of it."
"I rarely play badminton anymore, either."
Yan Feifan suggested, "Su Ye, you could drag my sister to the badminton court. It would be a way to help her get so exercise, too."
"You’re not going to play badminton with ?" Yu Suye asked with a pout.
Yan Feifan said in all seriousness, "For a novice, a sport like badminton can easily injure the wrist and fingers."
"These hands of mine..."
Yan Feifan held up his right hand and said rather smugly, "Can’t get injured. The health of many patients depends on them."
Yu Suye couldn’t help but laugh. "Listen to you. Why don’t you get your hands insured for a few million?"
Yan Feifan grunted in agreent and said with great solemnity, "You’ve just reminded . I really should consult an insurance company and see if they offer that kind of policy."
Yu Suye gave a soft scoff, then suddenly let out a little "Ah!" Her voice was full of excitent. "Feifan, your perspective sketches of the intraspinal tumor were incredibly realistic and vivid."
"You could take up drawing as a pasti and hobby."
She continued trying to persuade him, "Feifan, working day in and day out, year after year, will eventually wear us down."
"Using a hobby to soothe our pent-up frustrations will allow us to face tomorrow in a better state of mind and body."
Yan Feifan said casually, "When I’m in a bad mood and need to blow off steam, I go sing karaoke."
"Taking up drawing as a hobby, sketching internal organs, bones, tumors, and whatnot... that wouldn’t relieve much stress, would it?"
Yu Suye rolled her eyes. "Who told you to draw all that stuff that gives people imnse pressure?"
"If you draw so flowers and plants, beautiful scenery, or handso n and pretty won, you’ll naturally relax."
"I’m not very good at drawing those things you ntioned."
Yan Feifan admitted honestly, then added, "Nude sketches of beautiful won and handso n, though, I can do that."
Yan Feifan’s words made Yu Suye’s face flush red.
The lighting on the terrace wasn’t all-encompassing, so Yu Suye turned her face into the shadows.
"Feifan, you have a great foundation in sketching. You’ll get the hang of it with a little practice."
"As for the beautiful woman’s nude body..."
Yu Suye paused, then humd as quietly as a mosquito, "When you’ve practiced your drawing skills and gotten really good, I’ll be your model..."
Those words instantly made the atmosphere on the terrace a bit charged...
Looking at Yu Suye, who had her head lowered and didn’t dare to et his gaze, Yan Feifan couldn’t help but lick his lips.
Just as he was about to speak, he heard the pitter-patter of footsteps.
The sound of those light, quick steps was clearly Tian Yu’s.
Sure enough, before she even arrived, Yan Feifan heard her voice, along with the "Jasmine" ringtone from a phone.
"Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan, phone, phone..."
Yan Feifan took the phone from Tian Yu’s other hand—the one not holding a piece of yellow durian flesh—and waved her away with disgust, signaling her to leave quickly and not pollute the environnt.
He glanced at the phone. It was a call from Director Chen Yu...
"Feifan, your girlfriend Su Ye did a fantastic job. That guy took the bait and contacted ."
"No matter how many tis I refused, telling him it was just a concept still in the theoretical and experintal stages and that the clinical surgery would be extrely risky..."
"He insisted, again and again, on joining our trial."
"Just now, he pressed his thumbprint on the agreent. We just have to wait for him to recover a bit, and then he can be our guinea pig."
After a short pause, Chen Yu added over the phone, "Of course, I didn’t go too far."
"His fee for this experintal surgery will be calculated based on the actual investnt and cost of dical supplies. We won’t be making a profit off him."
"Oh, and give your girlfriend my complints..."
After hanging up, Yan Feifan chuckled at Yu Suye, whose complexion had returned to normal. "Director Chen said they’ve already signed the clinical trial agreent with the guinea pig."
"Hey, how did you manage that?"
Yu Suye giggled, looking a bit smug. "I didn’t do much. I just casually dropped a few lines about our research project while chatting at the nurse’s station in the trauma surgery inpatient departnt."
"Right away, a nurse asked if that guy could regain his manhood through our project."
"I answered vaguely that there was a good chance."
"I didn’t say anything more than that."
Yu Suye giggled again. "Nurses are generally quite gossipy, and our research project is pretty eye-catching."
"I figured a curious and kind-hearted young nurse would surely leak the news to our guinea pig."
"And just as I expected, it was all settled in less than two days."
Yu Suye checked her watch. "It’s past ten. I should head to the hospital for my night shift."
Yan Feifan looked up at the sky and held out a hand to feel the night breeze. "It’s probably going to rain, and if it does, it might not stop by tomorrow."
"You should drive to the hospital..."
Yu Suye humd a soft agreent.
Holding his breath, Yan Feifan walked Yu Suye downstairs, grabbed the keys to the Cayenne, and saw her out the door.
He closed the door, turned around, and found his sister, Song Yi, Xiaoyu, and Yu Chuanbai blocking his way in the foyer, all with mischievous smiles on their faces.
Yan Ziruo bellowed, "Feifan, you’re a doctor! What kind of foul sll haven’t you encountered?"
As she spoke, she revealed the right hand she had been hiding behind her back.
In her hand was a piece of yellow durian flesh.
"We think your refusal to eat durian is just all in your head. It’s actually very sweet and fragrant."
"Feifan, just eat one bite!"
"You’ll fall in love with it after one bite."
Yan Feifan shook his head with great determination!
Yan Ziruo took a step closer and threatened, "Feifan, you see what we’re planning, don’t you?"
"This ti, you’re going to eat it whether you want to or not."
"Are you going to be a good boy and take a bite? Or should I feed you a bite?"
Yan Feifan assessed the situation, his sharp gaze sweeping over Xiaoyu, Song Yi, and Yu Chuanbai one by one. He said coldly, "I’ll give you all a piece of advice: what goes around cos around."
"I am a doctor, and a very skilled one at that."
"It would be a very simple matter for to whip up so dicine another day to give you diarrhea and gas, a rash on your face, or itchy skin."
Hearing this, Tian Yu imdiately backed down, pouting. "Mr. Yan, this isn’t fun anymore if you’re going to be like that."
"Feifan, you’re such a sore loser!" Yan Ziruo was even more indignant.
Yan Feifan scoffed. "I don’t recall saying I wanted to play this childish ga—"
Before he could finish his sentence, sothing was shoved into his mouth.
Song Yi clapped her hands and looked at the constantly gagging Yan Feifan with a wicked grin. "Feifan, I’m not scared of your threats."
"Bring it on..."
"So? How is it?"
"Does the durian taste good..."
As she said this, Song Yi realized sothing seed wrong.
Yan Feifan was still gagging uncontrollably, bending over more and more. His right hand was pounding on his chest while his left arm began to claw at the air...
"Feifan, Feifan, what’s wrong with you?"
Yan Ziruo asked with concern and reached out to grab her brother’s flailing left hand, but she suddenly grabbed at empty air.
Yan Feifan pitched forward and collapsed onto the floor.
"Feifan, don’t scare ..."
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