With mountains, woods, and water, the Yan siblings, Yu Suye, Song Yi, and Wang Chuan were having a rather delightful time, drinking ice-cold beer and soft drinks while eating fragrant barbecue.
However, due to her masseter muscle problem, Yanyan was eating food prepared at home and kept in an insulated cooler.
The only slight imperfection was that the rain was still coming down.
This severely limited their range of activities.
But the rain also brought relatively cool weather, unlike the unbearable heat of the past few days.
After their barbecue lunch, the Yan siblings, Song Yi, and Wang Chuan were comfortably reclining on the folding beach chairs Wang Chuan had brought, gazing at the mountain scenery shrouded in the dense rain outside the awning.
There were only four beach chairs.
Yu Suye, who hadn’t rested last night, and Yanyan had gone into the RV to get some sleep.
Wang Chuan reached out, picked up a large red apple from the fruit basket on the folding table, and gestured with it toward Yan Feifan.
"Feifan, how’s that heart bypass patient from yesterday?"
Yan Feifan waved his hand, indicating he didn’t want the apple, and replied, "He held on for three hours until the blood arrived for the surgery."
"I checked this morning. They said he has left the ICU."
Wang Chuan nodded and casually tossed two apples to Yan Ziruo and Song Yi, respectively.
"Feifan, how are you feeling about the collaborative manhood reconstruction surgery you guys have on Monday?"
"Are you confident about it?"
Yan Feifan said thoughtfully, "Director, I’m confident that we can complete the surgery successfully."
"Our main concern is whether the reconstruction will actually function as intended."
"And whether it’ll be durable in the long run."
At that moment, Song Yi, who was on the beach chair on the other side of Yan Ziruo, had gotten the gist of the manhood reconstruction surgery from Yan Ziruo’s whispered explanation.
She couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise, "You’re putting a bone in it? Doesn’t that mean he can do it anytime, anywhere?"
"And for as long as he wants?"
Yan Feifan couldn’t help but chuckle. "In theory, yes."
"But theory is just theory. Psychological factors, physical stamina, wear and tear—all sorts of things will affect its endurance. It’s not like he can just go wild without any consequences."
Song Yi laughed again. "Feifan, if your method proves viable, it’ll be a godsend for a lot of rich women."
"I bet you’ll have an endless stream of people coming in for the surgery."
Yan Feifan said in a serious tone, "Song Yi, we’re researching this surgery to solve problems for patients with erectile dysfunction or those with injuries from various causes."
"It’s not meant to serve some people’s base entertainment needs."
Wang Chuan took a crunchy bite of his apple and said slowly, "Feifan, you’re still young."
"If your surgical concept proves effective, I can guarantee you that most of the people who come for it will be healthy men with... special objectives."
"In today’s society, money is the ultimate motivator!"
Yan Feifan opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn’t say anything to refute it...
The group chatted casually.
But as soon as his mind and body truly relaxed, the fatigue hidden in every cell of Yan Feifan’s body flooded to the surface.
Before long, he was asleep...
When Yan Feifan woke up again, he found a blanket covering him. The sky had grown a bit dark, and the rain was still drizzling.
He turned his head and saw that the other beach chairs had been put away. His sister, Wang Chuan, Song Yi, and Yanyan were sitting around a folding table, chatting and drinking tea.
A beach chair wasn’t nearly as comfortable as a bed, after all. Yan Feifan felt sore all over, and his bladder was uncomfortably full.
He stood up and started to stretch.
"Brother Feifan, you’re awake!"
Yanyan turned to look at Yan Feifan and said with a light laugh, "It’s past six in the evening now."
"We were just discussing whether to camp here for the night or head over to my place."
Yan Feifan just grunted in acknowledgment and dashed out into the light rain.
This made Yanyan call out worriedly, "Hey, Brother Feifan..."
Yan Ziruo cut her off. "Yanyan, don’t worry about him. He’s just going into the woods to relieve himself."
It dawned on Yanyan, and a blush crept onto her face.
A moment later, she saw Yan Feifan emerge from the woods, scraping the mud from the soles of his shoes on the ground as he walked back quickly.
"The ground in the woods is so muddy your feet sink right in."
Back under the awning, Yan Feifan brushed the rainwater from his hair and continued his analysis, "The dirt road we came in on is probably a muddy mess too."
"Our SUV should be fine getting out, but the RV might be a little risky."
Wang Chuan chuckled. "In that case, there’s no need to risk heading back. Let’s just camp here and leave when the weather improves."