At 8:40 PM, Yan Feifan and Yu Suye walked out of the operating room together and were immediately surrounded by more than a dozen people.
"Doctor, how is my daughter?"
"Will she make a full recovery? Will she be disfigured?"
"Doctor, when can we see her?"
Yan Feifan met the concerned gazes of the victim’s family and explained, "The patient’s severed nose tip, lower right cheek, and severed right index finger have all been successfully reattached."
"The operation went smoothly."
"To prevent infection, the patient will be transferred to the ICU for twenty-four hours of observation."
"In a little while, you will be able to see the patient from outside the ward, through the window..."
The incredibly unlucky victim was a twenty-three-year-old woman whose nose tip, a palm-sized piece of her cheek muscle, and her right index finger had been sliced off by a kitchen knife thrown from a high-rise building.
When the victim was brought into the operating room, her facial wounds looked terrifying—truly gruesome.
Her nose was just two bloody holes, a small section of her cheekbone was exposed on the right side of her face, and her right gum line was completely visible.
In essence, however, treating her facial injuries was a matter of a reattachment and suturing procedure.
For Yan Feifan, it wasn’t a particularly difficult operation.
If it hadn’t been for the call from Ye Lin, and the chance to operate alongside Yu Suye, Yan Feifan wouldn’t have even wanted to take the case.
First, he cleaned the victim’s wounds. Then, he flushed the residual blood from the blood vessels of the severed facial tissue. After that, he began suturing everything back together, piece by piece.
It took Yan Feifan a total of six hours to complete the surgery on the victim’s nose and face. He then waited patiently for Yu Suye to finish reattaching the index finger before they left the operating room together...
After answering all the family’s anxious questions, Yan Feifan saw Mr. He Pengfei, the station chief, walking over in his police uniform.
"Did you catch the person who threw the kitchen knife?"
Mr. He nodded. "My colleagues from that district said it was a young couple on the ninth floor who were arguing."
"The wife threw the kitchen knife impulsively. The husband dodged, and the knife flew off the balcony!"
Mr. He shook his head and sighed. "For one kitchen knife... not to mention having to pay hundreds of thousands in medical expenses, she’s also looking at a sentence of at least a year or two."
"Throwing things from high-rises should be heavily penalized."
Yan Feifan stated his opinion, then asked, "Mr. He, this case of throwing an object from a high-rise isn’t from the district you’re in charge of."
"Are you here waiting for me specifically?"
Mr. He explained, "Not specifically. I came over to investigate some witness statements, and it just so happens there’s something I need to inform you about."
He paused for a moment, then said with a smile, "Mr. Yan, the suspect in the Ren’ai Hospital patient fraud case, that nurse Sun Ying, has been captured in Chengyu."
"Our people have already set out overnight. We expect to have her escorted back by tomorrow."
Yan Feifan said happily, "Justice has long arms. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. He."
Mr. He chuckled. "It’s our duty. You can’t really call it hard work."
Then, he asked casually, "Mr. Yan, I hear you’re planning to learn to drive and get your license?"
The topic was a sore spot for Yan Feifan.
"Yeah. If I learn to drive myself, it’ll be more convenient when emergencies come up."
"I just haven’t been able to free up any time."
Yan Feifan had been thinking about clearing a full day to find an empty lot and really practice driving.
He felt that with his ability to run immersive simulations in his mind, one day of practice would be more than enough.
The problem was, finding that one free day was proving to be a real challenge.
Mr. He said flatteringly, "That just proves you’re devoted to your patients, Mr. Yan. Healing the sick, saving lives, and putting others before yourself."
Yan Feifan replied modestly, "I’m not as noble as you make me sound. It’s just that a lot of things have been piling up recently."
"I should have some free time a little later on."
Mr. He quickly jumped in, "Mr. Yan, if you need any help with learning to drive or getting your license, you can just tell me."
He added, "Cheating is out of the question, of course. And I’m sure you wouldn’t need to anyway, Mr. Yan."
"But I can definitely help you save some unnecessary time and trouble."
"Well, thank you in advance, Mr. He..."
Yan Feifan offered a polite remark. Seeing that the man had no intention of leaving, he asked directly, "Mr. He, is there something else you wanted to talk to me about?"
At this question, Mr. He looked a little embarrassed. "Mr. Yan, there is indeed something I was hoping you could help me with."
"Please, go ahead, Mr. He!"
Mr. He sighed softly. "Mr. Yan, it’s like this..."
"There’s a young man in my district. He’s a bit rebellious and unconventional—tattoos on his face and body, nose ring, lip ring, earrings—but he’s not a bad person. He’s actually quite warm-hearted and loyal..."
After a moment’s hesitation, Mr. He added vaguely, "The young man works at a bar as a bartender, and he has privately reported some criminals and illegal activities to us."
Hearing this, Yan Feifan couldn’t help but wonder. ’Is this the type of character you always see in movies and TV shows? An informant?’