Currently, there were only seventy to eighty hospitals in the entire country capable of performing liver transplants, just over ninety for kidney transplants, and about twenty-odd for heart and lung transplants each.
There were only a few hundred doctors in the whole country who could perform organ transplant surgeries.
Their combined annual service capacity only allowed for a little over 10,000 organ transplant surgeries.
As one of only a dozen or so top-tier hospitals in the country capable of performing all types of organ transplants, the Affiliated Hospital naturally attracted a great number of patients in need of such procedures.
"Teacher, regarding the organ donation, I’ve already had someone ask, but I haven’t received a clear answer yet."
"I’ll look for an opportunity to persuade them in the next few days..."
Not long after ending the call with Liu Jin, Yan Feifan received the female trainee from Korea.
Accompanied by her two managers and her mother, she arrived at the plastic surgery center with Director Wang Chuan.
Yan Feifan had expected there might be a language barrier, but to his surprise, the female trainee’s Mandarin was quite fluent.
The trainee explained that she had been studying Mandarin since she was eight years old.
Among the three cosmetic surgery plans Yan Feifan had proposed, she and her companions clearly stated that they wanted to choose the plan that included creating small dimples.
This scratched a particular itch for Yan Feifan.
It was also the design plan he favored the most.
Therefore, during the subsequent facial examination, Yan Feifan was especially thorough with this endearing girl who would bow at the slightest provocation.
Moreover, throughout the entire interaction, Yan Feifan felt particularly respected.
The female trainee, her mother, and her two managers were all very polite, basically speaking to him with a slight bow.
Even when they raised questions, they did so in a consultative and inquisitive tone.
Yan Feifan found this very agreeable.
After seeing the female trainee and her group to their hospital room on the top floor, Yan Feifan couldn’t help but complain to Wang Chuan, "Director, if only everyone in our country were as polite as them. It would make life so much more pleasant."
Wang Chuan just laughed and said, "Feifan, their politeness comes from acknowledging your status as an expert."
"In their country, they have a very strict social hierarchy, as well as a clear distinction between seniors and juniors in the workplace."
"With your status as a resident doctor, if you were in their country, you’d have to bow and greet any doctor who outranks you or who started their career before you did."
"You’d have to wait your turn for everything based on seniority, and you’d also be stuck with the hardest, most grueling work."
Yan Feifan imagined himself bowing non-stop every day. ’I’d definitely end up with a strained back,’ he thought.
Yan Feifan came to a realization and said, "You’re right. In a country that’s overly concerned with etiquette, they make demands on others, but also on themselves."
"Things are good for us now. Everyone is equal, we don’t have too much red tape, and everyone is more relaxed..."
At 5:46 in the evening, two ambulances with out-of-town license plates, along with two SUVs, slowly drove into the Affiliated Hospital through the south gate.
The seven-year-old twin girls and their family had finally arrived safely at their destination.