The next morning, after making breakfast, Yan Feifan had to call out to Yan Ziruo again and again before she finally emerged from her room.
Her hair was a mess, her eyes were bloodshot, and she couldn’t stop yawning.
"Feifan, you were right."
"I was up all night listening to Yin Yue cry her eyes out, and I spent the whole time trying to console her. I didn’t get a wink of sleep until after four in the morning!"
Yan Ziruo took the glass of warm water her brother handed her, gulped it down, and said indignantly, "They only got married a few days ago! Forget a honeymoon, it hasn’t even been a full week."
"That bastard isn’t even human."
Yan Feifan placed a peeled, hard-boiled egg into his sister’s bowl of congee and said nonchalantly, "He’s a producer for Binhai Satellite TV’s variety shows. With that much power, all those starlets and models who want to get famous are bound to be thinking of ways to seduce him."
"It’s a temptation few men could resist, I imagine."
Yan Ziruo sighed. "Actually, when a few of us girls were chatting privately, we all agreed that Yin Yue wouldn’t be able to keep a handle on him."
"We just didn’t expect it to happen so soon."
Yan Ziruo suddenly asked, "Feifan, what would you do if my future husband cheated on me?"
"He wouldn’t dare!" Yan Feifan replied simply and decisively.
"Why wouldn’t he?"
Yan Ziruo’s imagination ran wild. "What if your brother-in-law is a handsome, tall, second-generation rich kid? There are so many temptations in society these days."
"Didn’t you just say that few men can resist temptation?"
Yan Feifan said calmly, "I’m a doctor. And a very good one."
"I would demonstrate a few techniques for him—methods that would leave no trace for a medical examiner, making them rule the death as sudden or from an acute illness."
Yan Feifan added, "It’s fine not to love, but it’s not fine to harm."
"If he hurt you, I would be merciful and let him choose which fatal disease he’d like to have."
Yan Ziruo’s eyes crinkled with a delighted smile, and she reached out to pat Yan Feifan’s head.
"I’m so lucky to have a genius little brother like you."
"Oh, wait..."
Another thought occurred to Yan Ziruo, and she said worriedly, "Feifan, if you act like this, aren’t you going to scare my future husband away from marrying me...?"
When Yan Feifan arrived at the Affiliated Hospital, he found that the office Mr. Liu had arranged for them was on the east side of the third floor of the East Gate Emergency Building.
The brass nameplate on the office door had already been installed.
Qin Ying Medical Teaching and Research Office!
Yan Feifan pushed the door open and saw that the office was quite spacious, at least 650 square feet.
The office was divided into three main sections.
The eastern section held four desks, along with a bookshelf and a wardrobe.
The northwestern area was dominated by a large workbench, about seven by ten feet in size, with a small sink in the corner.
The southwestern area was furnished with a sectional sofa, a coffee table, a water cooler, and a mobile whiteboard.
’So the southwest area must be a reception and teaching area,’ Yan Feifan thought.
He was pleased to see that the sofa was quite large; pushed together, it could definitely sleep two people.
’If I’m tired from work or it gets too late, I should be able to rest or crash here for the night.’
Inside the office, Yu Suye, who had arrived a bit earlier, was cleaning and wiping down the desks with a tall, square-faced man who had a crew cut, thick eyebrows, and large eyes.
The square-faced man, who looked to be about thirty, enthusiastically introduced himself to Yan Feifan.
His name was He Junxing, and he was a former army medic.
After being discharged two years ago, he had joined the Affiliated Hospital to work in administration and logistics.
Now, he had been assigned to provide service and logistical support for Mr. Qin, Mr. Yan, and Dr. Yu.
After the brief introduction, Yan Feifan joined in on the cleaning...
At five minutes to nine, Qin Ying arrived at the office, carrying a simple handbag.
Yan Feifan and Yu Suye barely had time to greet her before they had to scramble to catch a small plastic bag Mr. Qin tossed to them.
Yan Feifan looked down at the sticky object and realized the plastic bag contained a small bundle of thin intestines.
"This is a fresh set of chicken intestines. I’ve cut it into seven or eight pieces. Your task is to suture them back together."
"The requirements are: you must use a different suturing technique for each section, and you must complete the task quickly and well."
At this, Qin Ying saw the two of them standing frozen. Her expression darkened, and she snapped, "What are you gawking at? Are you waiting for me to serve you tea?"
Yan Feifan and Yu Suye hurried over to the workbench.
However, there were no sterile gowns, surgical gloves, or suturing instruments.
With no other choice, Yan Feifan led Yu Suye and He Junxing down to the emergency hall on the first floor.
Relying on his familiarity with the staff, he managed to borrow two sets of surgical attire and suturing kits for the time being, telling He Junxing to replace them after getting supplies from the warehouse...