Chapter 334 - 333: Use on the Cutting Edge

Chapter 334: Chapter 333: Use on the Cutting Edge

When Yan Feifan called Dr. Qiu Ge, he didn’t bother carefully choosing his words.

He had only to mention it briefly, and Dr. Qiu Ge, taking the hint, extended an invitation.

Yan Feifan guessed, ’Dr. Qiu Ge must have figured it out.’

’Whether she was hosting one guest or a whole flock, it made no difference. Adding Mrs. Chen and Mr. Qin to the guest list for tonight’s dinner wouldn’t be a problem.’

’The more people who came, the more favors she could curry, anyway.’

At six-thirty in the evening, after meeting up with his sister, Yan Feifan walked to the Jinxiu Grand Hotel with Qin Ying, Chen Yu, and Yu Suye.

On the way, Yan Feifan dialed Zhao Xiaoting’s number.

"What’s up? I was busy just now, so I couldn’t pick up."

"I know, I figured."

Zhao Xiaoting’s voice was cheerful over the phone. "Mr. Yan, your medical skills are so superb and your technique so exquisite, you must be swamped!"

Infected by her cheerful mood, Yan Feifan chuckled. "No need for the flattery. Just get to the point."

"Hee hee..."

Zhao Xiaoting giggled over the phone before continuing, "My senior, Susu—her facial expressions are back to normal now, and she’s even gotten a bit prettier. It’s really surprised a lot of people."

"Especially those few who gloated over her misfortune and kicked her while she was down."

"Mr. Yan, you have no idea how horrible those people were before..."

Yan Feifan interrupted bluntly, "Get to the point."

"Oh, oh, right, the point..."

Zhao Xiaoting said hurriedly, "Mr. Yan, there’s someone in the industry, an A-list celebrity, the kind who even has her own film and television investment company."

"She’s having a little trouble with her nose and was hoping you could take a look..."

Yan Feifan replied directly, "I’m very busy these days. Let’s talk about it some other time."

"Oh, I see..."

Zhao Xiaoting’s voice was laced with disappointment. "Well, I’ll contact you again in a while then."

She couldn’t help but add, "Mr. Yan, if you happen to get some free time unexpectedly, please be sure to contact me first."

"Mr. Yan, I’ll be honest, I have selfish reasons for this."

Zhao Xiaoting rushed to explain, "If I can use this opportunity to get friendly with this big star and have her give me a leg up, my life would get so much easier."

"Mr. Yan, please, just take pity on a little actress like me. If it’s convenient, just help me out this once."

"I’ll repay you."

Yan Feifan was amused. "Didn’t your senior, Susu, give you a hand?"

"Sigh. Susu is still trying to make it herself. Her own resources are limited, so there’s very little she can share with me."

"Mr. Yan, please, I’m begging you..."

Yan Feifan and his group arrived at the Thousand Island Restaurant in the Jinxiu Grand Hotel and entered a large, lavishly decorated private room that had its own lounge area and restroom.

They had arrived quite early; only Dr. Qiu Ge and her husband were there.

After exchanging pleasantries and taking their seats, Dr. Qiu Ge began to tell Yan Feifan about Ren Xiaobao’s recovery.

"In just a little over three weeks, his previously suppressed physical development has had a rebound growth spurt. He’s grown two centimeters taller."

"And thanks to Mr. Tan’s counseling, he’s become much more cheerful and bright. We can often hear him laughing now..."

While she was speaking, Liu Jin arrived.

Another round of pleasantries followed.

Noticing Mr. Liu’s triumphant air, Yan Feifan couldn’t help but ask, "Mr. Liu, has the hospital president position been decided?"

Seeing everyone at the table turn to look at him in unison, Liu Jin quickly waved his hand dismissively. "Not at all, not at all!"

"Feifan, don’t listen to rumors."

"Until the organization makes an official announcement, all ’inside information’ is unreliable and subject to change."

Yan Feifan suddenly recalled something. "Mr. Liu, last Sunday, on my way to the Armed Police General Hospital, a patient’s family member told me on the phone that her husband is a classmate and friend of our hospital’s incoming Party Committee Secretary."

Liu Jin’s expression tightened. "Feifan, tell me the details. Which patient was it, exactly?"

Yan Feifan replied succinctly, "A patient of Dr. Zheng Ling from Neurosurgery. She said he’s a government official from Kunzhou."

Liu Jin mused, "The Party Committee Secretary is appointed directly by the higher-ups after an organizational review and evaluation."

"It’s possible for that candidate to be selected a step ahead of the president."

After a pause, he chuckled. "But that’s not something we need to worry about."

"Ah, Feifan, Mr. Lo came to see me today about the national seminar for your Puncture Injection Skill..."

Liu Jin then turned to Qiu Ge and continued, "Dr. Qiu, Feifan’s Puncture Injection Skill also shows outstanding results in cranial tumor removal surgeries."

"You have firsthand experience with this."

"I was thinking, could this live demonstration and seminar be co-hosted by the Neurosurgery and Cranial Surgery departments?"

Qiu Ge nodded lightly. "Mr. Yan’s Puncture Injection Skill does indeed produce astonishing results in cranial tumor removal surgeries."

"However, Mr. Liu, I’m only one doctor. I can’t speak for the entire Cranial Surgery Department."

Liu Jin chuckled. "I’ll be the one to speak with your department head, Mr. Qin."

He added pointedly, "Mr. Qin isn’t getting any younger, and he rarely performs surgery anymore."

"It might be time to consider letting him focus his full attention on teaching."

Qiu Ge exchanged a look with her husband and chimed in, "It’s true that in recent years, Mr. Qin has been dedicating more of his energy to training the younger doctors..."

Just then, the door opened and another person walked in. It was Wang Chuan.

After greeting everyone, Wang Chuan sat in the empty seat next to Liu Jin.

"Mr. Liu, you’re just the man I wanted to see. I have to talk to you about something."

Wang Chuan complained, "Why has the quota for our Plastic Surgery Center suddenly increased so much for the second half of the year?"

"You know our center has gone through some changes recently. We’ve lost several people."

Liu Jin gave a wry smile. "Mr. Wang, the hospital had no other choice."

"You’re well aware of the grim economic situation our country is facing."

"Here at the hospital, that’s manifested as a significant rise in patients from every department failing to pay their medical fees in the first half of the year."

"Your Plastic Surgery Center is the only one whose first-half revenue has remained as strong as ever. In fact, it even grew a little compared to the same period last year."

Liu Jin then pointed a finger at Yan Feifan. "And while the Plastic Surgery Center may have lost a few people, it also gained someone."

"Feifan here can do the work of ten people."

Wang Chuan just shook his head. "Feifan is incredible, sure, but the problem is he doesn’t belong exclusively to our Plastic Surgery Center."

"I can’t just work him to death."

Wang Chuan gestured with his eyes toward Qin Ying and Chen Yu, saying in an exaggerated tone, "Some people are keeping a very tight watch over him."

Liu Jin chuckled, completely unsympathetic. "Don’t be silly. Use him where it counts most—have him perform cosmetic surgery for high-end clients."

Yan Feifan couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

’These people are unbelievable,’ he thought. ’They’re talking about me, yet they’re completely ignoring my existence.’

Just then, Yan Feifan’s phone rang again.

He picked it up and saw it was a call from Pan Lirong, a former patient who had sponsored him with six million yuan.

Yan Feifan took his phone over to the room’s lounge area and answered the call.

"Mr. Pan, hello!"

"Mr. Yan, I’m sorry to bother you."

"My nephew was out of line and offended you and your friends. I’m calling to apologize."

"Your nephew offended me?" Yan Feifan was completely baffled.

"He’s the new landlord of Xinfeng Restaurant..."