「1:30 PM, Binhai University Affiliated Hospital.」
Ma Hongchen stared at the two urinalysis reports in his hands, noticing that "Tetrahydrocannabinol" was specially marked as a detected substance.
"Mr. Wang, is this... that... marijuana?"
Wang Chuan nodded and let out a sigh.
Ma Hongchen’s face turned livid. He strode toward his son and daughter.
Ma Yufeng and Ma Weixia saw that the situation had turned sour, but they didn’t dare to run.
They quickly crouched on the ground, covering their heads and begging for mercy. "Dad! Dad! We didn’t know!"
"We were tricked! We really didn’t mean to..."
"OW... Dad... OUCH..."
The Yan siblings watched on. ’He’s really hitting them,’ they thought. ’He’s kicking and stomping, and he’s not even sparing his daughter this time...’
Fortunately, after a few blows, Wang Chuan stepped in and pulled Ma Hongchen away.
"Mr. Ma, the detected levels aren’t high. I’m sure this was their first time."
"These days, some social circles are a mess, and some people have bad intentions. You should have your children be more careful about the friends they make."
Ma Hongchen took a deep breath and said, "You’re right, Mr. Wang."
"It’s my fault, too. I thought they were grown up and didn’t need me to be on their case all the time like I used to be."
"Sigh..."
Ma Hongchen let out a long sigh and walked closer to Yan Feifan.
"Mr. Yan, your medical skills are extraordinary. I’m completely convinced."
"If it weren’t for your Eyes of Golden Flame, for you seeing that something was wrong with them, we might not have found out until they were addicted and their lives were ruined."
"Mr. Yan, thank you!"
As he said this, Ma Hongchen executed a deep sixty-degree bow.
This time, Yan Ziruo, who was standing nearby, didn’t try to stop him.
’My brother deserves this bow,’ she thought.
Next, Ma Hongchen was taking his son and daughter for a more detailed and comprehensive check-up.
Meanwhile, the Yan siblings and Xiao Man needed to return to Zuimo Court to deal with the repairs for the MG.
Before they had even walked out of the hospital, Yan Ziruo received a text message from her bank.
When she saw the text message notifying her that 600,000 had just been transferred into her account, she was so excited she grabbed Yan Feifan’s arm and started jumping up and down.
"The extra 100,000 must be a thank-you for your diagnosis."
"Little brother, we’re rich now! We don’t have to pinch pennies and live so frugally anymore."
"Oh, Mrs. Man, did you get your money?"
Xiao Man took her phone out of her small leather handbag to check, then chuckled. "I got it too. One hundred thousand!"
"Looks like we hit the jackpot today, haha..."
After a pause, Xiao Man asked curiously, "Ruoruo, are you still going to buy that A3?"
"Why not buy a MINI instead?"
Yan Ziruo shook her head. "I’m not buying a car anymore. I’ll invest this money and save it for when Feifan gets married."
"Sis, you’re really not buying a car?" Yan Feifan was surprised and happy, but also a little skeptical.
Yan Ziruo shot him a look. "Really. I’m not buying one."
"The only reason I was getting that A3 was to make it more convenient for you to get to and from work."
"Now that we’ve moved to Zuimo Court, we’re so close to the hospital. Riding a bike to work is actually more convenient than driving."
"Besides..."
Yan Ziruo huffed with a hint of complaint. "Besides, you’re a nervous wreck in the car. Driving with you chattering in my ear is just pure torture."
Yan Feifan said sheepishly, "Sis, you can’t blame me for being nervous. It’s mainly because your driving skills... still have room for improvement."
That remark earned him a few light punches...
At 3:20 PM, Yan Feifan received a call from Wang Chuan. He said that Mr. Yue Wangdao, the man Yan Feifan had mentioned before, had really come to the plastic surgery center to make a donation.
"He came with Mr. Qee Sheng. After hearing about what happened with you yesterday, he even increased his donation to one million."
Yan Feifan couldn’t help but say, "Well, that’s some unexpected good news."
Wang Chuan chuckled over the phone. "Good deeds are contagious."
"Mr. Yue also specifically requested that this donation be earmarked for the project to help children at the orphanage who have deformities or disabilities."
"He also said that every expenditure from the fund requires your signature."
Yan Feifan let out a soft "oh" and said, "Mr. Wang, I will take this responsibility seriously and make sure every penny is spent where it’s needed."