Yan Feifan chuckled. "Mr. Tang is still skilled. Like they say, you live and you learn. After this setback, he’ll surely settle down and build up Zhiyin Medical Beauty step by step."
"Let’s hope so!"
Wang Chuan sighed wistfully and dropped the topic, turning instead to discuss the plastic surgery plan for the female trainee arriving tomorrow.
Wang Chuan looked over the three mock-ups for different surgical approaches that Yan Feifan pulled up on the computer, and he once again felt the difference between Yan Feifan and Tang Zheng.
When Yan Feifan did something, Wang Chuan always felt at ease, reassured.
As for Tang Zheng, Wang Chuan always had a lingering worry in his heart.
This different feeling was something Yan Feifan had earned, one surgery after another, with only pleasant surprises and never disappointments.
Tang Zheng, on the other hand, had given him both surprises and disappointments.
Overall, the number of surprises and disappointments wasn’t high. Most of his work was good, or at least acceptable.
To be fair, Tang Zheng’s performance—with its failures and successes, but mostly consistent quality—was what one should expect from an excellent young doctor.
Yan Feifan, however, was a freak of nature, far beyond merely ’excellent.’
Watching Yan Feifan lost in thought, Wang Chuan thought to himself, ’You kid, you’ve drastically raised my standards for young doctors. It’s hard for me to tolerate their clumsy performances anymore.’
Suddenly, the melody of "Jasmine" began to play.
Yan Feifan picked up his phone and saw it was another call from Dr. Qin Feng.
"Mr. Yan, I have to trouble you again..."
Before the other man could finish, Yan Feifan cut him off. "Mr. Qin, my schedule is a bit tight recently. I don’t have time to take on any freelance surgeries at the moment. Please understand."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Feng’s voice came through the phone again.
"Mr. Yan, don’t be so quick to refuse. The patient I’m talking about is a national hero who has rendered meritorious service to the country."
Yan Feifan replied in a serious tone, "Mr. Qin, my schedule is completely full for the next two weeks."
"If he can wait, then it will have to be after that."
"If he can’t wait, then you’ll have to figure something else out, Mr. Qin."
After a moment of silence, Qin Feng’s voice sounded again. "Mr. Yan, can’t you squeeze in a little time?"
"The patient’s condition... I don’t think he can wait two weeks."
Yan Feifan hardened his heart and slowly replied, "Mr. Qin, I have family and friends. I have people who love me, and people I love."
"I’m still young. I want to enjoy my life."
"I love my job as a doctor, and I do my best to save every patient I take on, but it’s not my entire life."
"Mr. Qin, please understand..."
P.S.
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