Building a private hospital to make money off foreigners was something Yan Feifan supported in principle.
As for how he would support it, and to what extent, that would depend on his availability and the specific terms of cooperation proposed by the other party.
Besides, this private hospital would take a year or two to build and fully equip. Meanwhile, Yan Feifan’s medical skills were improving at a breakneck pace.
It was too early to discuss something that was one or two years away.
However, Yan Feifan didn’t have a very good impression of Fuhai Heaven and Earth.
The previous scaffolding collapse incident indicated that the project had major problems with its construction management.
Wang Chuan, Zhong Xinyi, Yan Feifan, and the others chatted casually for a little while longer before Mrs. Hua came to inform them that lunch was ready.
After lunch, they all went back to their rooms to rest.
Yan Feifan hadn’t slept well the previous night. The moment he entered the guest room, he kicked off his shoes, flopped onto the bed, and didn’t want to move an inch.
He felt someone tugging his ear and opened his eyes to see the young girl, Tian Yu. He shot her a glare.
"Shouldn’t you be in your room taking a nap? What are you doing causing trouble?"
"My shoulders and neck are still burning. How am I supposed to sleep?"
Tian Yu explained in a sweet voice, then asked expectantly, "Mr. Yan, the middle school entrance exam results come out tomorrow."
"Can you pull some strings and check them early?"
Yan Feifan rolled over onto his stomach and said stuffily, "Will knowing your scores a day early add fifty points to your total?"
"Just wait patiently until tomorrow!"
Just then, Yan Ziruo’s voice chimed in. "Feifan, do you think Yanyan’s mother never treated her scars because she feels guilty and is blaming herself?"
"Maybe."
Yan Feifan gave a perfunctory reply, then rolled over to see his sister, Yu Suye, and Xiaoyu all sitting cross-legged on the bed.
"Aren’t you guys tired at all?"
"Not at all!"
Yan Ziruo replied, then sighed softly. "I didn’t expect Yanyan’s mother to be so beautiful, elegant, and a strong career woman."
"Now that Yanyan’s face is better, that thorn between her and Mr. Wang is gone. Do you think they’ll get back together?"
Yan Feifan rolled his eyes. "Sis, asking me about something like this is like asking a blind man about colors."
Yan Ziruo said with a look of disdain, "Aren’t you the closest to Mr. Wang?"
"Hasn’t he ever dropped any hints to you?"
Yan Feifan shook his head. "Why would he tell me something so private?"
"Sis, why are you so curious about this?"
Yan Ziruo’s expression hardened. "Hmph," she snorted. "Mr. Wang and Yanyan are our friends. Shouldn’t we be concerned about something this important?"
Then she mused aloud, "They’re both so outstanding, and neither has remarried all these years. Maybe they’ve never forgotten each other."
"I don’t think so."
Yu Suye chimed in, "A while ago, when Jia Xin from the plastic surgery center had her operation, it was obvious Mr. Wang was overly concerned."
"Besides, at the dining table just now, I didn’t see Mr. Wang and Yanyan’s mother interact or even make much eye contact."
"That’s true!"
Yan Ziruo agreed, then shook her head. "Maybe it’s because we were there, and they felt awkward?"
"Or maybe they’re like an old married couple and don’t feel the need?"
She turned back to Yan Feifan and asked for confirmation, "Feifan, you’re the most observant. What do you think is going on?"
Yan Feifan was speechless. "Sis, how am I supposed to figure something like that out?"
He yawned again and urged, "I’m going to sleep. Sis, go back to your own room and ponder it there."
Yan Ziruo got angry and reached out to pinch Yan Feifan’s cheek.
"Forget about sleeping!"
"We’re on vacation today and tomorrow, no work. Are you trying to save up your energy to do something naughty?"
At these words, Yu Suye blushed so hard the red spread all the way to her neck.
Just then, music started playing from somewhere on Tian Yu.
The young girl pulled her phone out of her pocket, glanced at it, and muttered, "An unknown number. It must be a sales call."
As she spoke, she hit the reject button and asked with a grin, "Mr. Yan, that Apple computer Mrs. Zhong gave me is too expensive..."
She was halfway through her sentence when her phone rang again.
It was the same unknown number.
This time, Tian Yu answered it and put it on speakerphone.
"Is this Tian Yu from Jiu Middle School?" a middle-aged man’s voice asked.