Just as Xiao Man expected, the golf club was indeed crowded today. Many people had come with their families or friends.
However, after wandering all over the course, Xiao Man didn’t run into a single business owner she knew or recognized.
Yan Feifan, on the other hand, did run into someone.
It was the middle-aged man with the potbelly, the one Yan Ziruo had almost hit with her car last Sunday.
He saw the man, and the man saw him too.
In fact, the potbellied man, who was chatting and playing golf with three friends, even waved at him.
Yan Feifan didn’t have a good impression of the man.
However, if he could get the man to make a generous donation—to cough up some cash, so to speak—he would be more than happy to oblige.
Yan Feifan turned and walked toward him, with Xiao Man hurrying to catch up.
The potbellied man sized up Yan Feifan as he approached and said with a light laugh, "You’re Yan Feifan, the doctor from the Affiliated Hospital. I haven’t misremembered, have I?"
Yan Feifan gave a slight nod.
The potbellied man then asked, "Are you here to play golf, too?"
Seeing the two start a conversation, the potbellied man’s three friends took off their gloves. They got some bottled water from the attendant staff and started chatting while taking a break.
Yan Feifan answered directly, "No, I’m here to fundraise for charity."
Xiao Man stepped forward and said with a sweet smile, "Hello, sir! I’m Xiao Man, a reporter from the Social News Department of Binhai Satellite TV."
"And your name is, sir?"
"Yue Wangdao!" the potbellied man said, stating his name.
"Mr. Yue, it’s a pleasure to meet you!"
After the brief pleasantry, Xiao Man immediately launched into her introduction. "The Affiliated Hospital’s Plastic Surgery Center has a charitable program performing reconstructive surgery for children with deformities and disabilities from the city orphanage. The goal is to help them grow up healthy and confident."
"However, the program is limited by its funding and can’t help as many children with deformities and disabilities as we’d like."
"Sir, would you be interested in learning more about this charitable program?"
Yue Wangdao took the brochure Xiao Man handed him, glanced through a few pages, and then gave it back to her.
He looked at Yan Feifan and asked, "Are you a plastic surgeon?"
Yan Feifan shook his head. "I’m a surgeon, currently doing a training rotation in the Plastic Surgery Center."
Yue Wangdao suddenly asked, "Do you know a Dr. Qee Sheng?"
Yan Feifan nodded in response. "The head of the Diagnostics Department. I studied under Mr. Qi for a while."
Upon hearing this, Yue Wangdao held out his hand, and a young man standing behind him immediately passed him a cell phone.
Yue Wangdao tapped the phone screen a few times and dialed a number.
"Dr. Qee, beautiful day for golf, isn’t it? Are you out on the course?"
"Oh..."
"Dr. Qee, I wanted to ask you about someone. A young doctor named Yan Feifan, do you know him?"
"I see... right... right..."
"I just happened to hear his name mentioned and thought I’d ask."
"Alright, I won’t keep you. We’ll have to settle the score on the course another day..."
Yue Wangdao ended the call, handed the phone back to the young man behind him, and looked at Yan Feifan again.
"Dr. Qee thinks very highly of you."
He chuckled. "Since you’re Dr. Qee’s star pupil, and our meeting was rather dramatic... you could even call it fate."
"I’m definitely going to support your charitable program."
"However..."
Yue Wangdao mused for a moment, then asked, "Do you play golf?"
Yan Feifan shook his head again. "No, I’ve never played before."
"I see..."
Yue Wangdao pointed to a golf hole about five meters away. "It doesn’t matter that you don’t play. We’ll do something simple."
"If you can putt from here and sink it in one shot, I’ll donate one hundred thousand to your program."
"You get ten chances. I’ll donate for every successful shot."
"If you make all ten, that’s one million."
"And if you miss every shot..."
Yue Wangdao paused deliberately before chuckling. "I can’t let you walk away with nothing. You’ll still get a hundred thousand as a consolation prize."
His three friends, their interest piqued, also gathered closer.
Yan Feifan eyed the distance to the hole.