The next morning, Yan Feifan woke up at six o'clock sharp as usual.
The first thing he did after getting up was to wake Tian Yu, who was sleeping with his sister.
Yan Ziruo woke up as well, and they all got out of bed together.
She needed to accompany Tian Yu to the subway and then see her onto the connecting bus, lest the girl, who had no sense of direction and was still half-asleep, get herself lost.
The three of them had breakfast together at a small shop by the entrance of their residential complex.
After breakfast, Yan Feifan parted ways with them and went to the director's office of the hospital's plastic surgery center, where he found Wang Chuan looking immensely proud.
"Feifan, you never cease to surprise us. You can even take the lead on a major operation like a digit replantation."
Yan Feifan said, a little smugly, "Mr. Wang, the situation was special, so I had to step up. I didn't expect the surgery to go so surprisingly well."
Wang Chuan smiled. "Mr. Chen was praising you to the skies. He also said the patient's post-op results are quite good. The replanted digit can already perform simple flexion and extension."
Simple flexion and extension of a replanted digit only requires the contraction of the muscles connected to the tendons, which is relatively easy to achieve.
However, the recovery of touch and sensation in the severed digit would take at least three to five months, or even longer.
But for this particular operation, the fact that the replanted digit had restored blood flow, had survived, and possessed basic motor function meant the surgery was a success.
Since this was his first digit replantation surgery, Yan Feifan naturally hoped the patient's finger function would recover as much as possible.
He had already learned that the patient was a skilled carpenter who was building custom furniture at a client's home when the accident occurred.
If the function of the man's left thumb couldn't be mostly restored, it would definitely affect his woodworking skills.
"Feifan, to be able to complete such a surgery at your age is incredible. You can be proud, but don't get complacent."
Wang Chuan advised, "This is just one small step toward your grand goal."
Yan Feifan chuckled lightly. "Mr. Wang, Mrs. Qin told me the same thing. I've got it under control; I won't get arrogant or complacent."
Wang Chuan grew more and more pleased with Yan Feifan. He said, "I've said it before: if you do something that makes me satisfied and proud, I'll treat you to a great meal."
He thought for a moment, then mused, "This reward can't be a casual one. I'll take you out for an authentic French dinner."
"However, that French restaurant requires reservations, and a meal there takes at least two or three hours."
"Today is definitely out. Let's tentatively set it for... Friday night?"
Yan Feifan replied nonchalantly, "Sure, Mr. Wang. Whenever is convenient for you..."
For the remainder of the time, the two discussed the surgical plan for Zhang Han's nose reconstruction.
It was mainly Yan Feifan talking while Wang Chuan listened, occasionally interrupting to ask about specific details...
At nine o'clock, Yan Feifan went to Qin Ying's medical research office.
He noticed that Mrs. Qin was also being much kinder to him, and it was quite obvious.
For example, when Mrs. Qin criticized him, her tone was a degree or two softer than when she criticized Yu Suye.
Mrs. Qin also told him that the national badminton player, Guo Fan, had adjusted his schedule and would come to the Affiliated Hospital next week for a detailed examination...
Yan Feifan had lunch with his sister.
This time, Yan Ziruo didn't chat with him while they ate. Instead, she urged him to finish his food quickly.
In Yan Ziruo's words, an emergency could pop up at any moment, so it was better to fill his stomach first.
Yan Feifan smiled, saying that the hospital was huge and full of capable people. Opportunities like yesterday, where he was needed to put out a fire, were very rare.
However, he couldn't win against his sister, so he had no choice but to finish his meal as quickly as possible.
As soon as he finished, Yan Ziruo, who was leisurely eating her vegetables, asked, "Feifan, is it possible for Xiaoyu to get into Bin University Affiliated High School through connections?"
"Did she talk to you about this?"
Yan Ziruo hummed in agreement. "She mentioned it briefly. And said you gave her a lecture."
"Feifan, the Affiliated Hospital, Binhai University, and the Affiliated High School are all part of the same system."
"Don't you think Mr. Wang or Mr. Liu could put in a word with the Affiliated High School?"
"If Xiaoyu can get into the Affiliated High School, it would be a huge benefit for her future development."
Yan Feifan was pessimistic. "With Xiaoyu's brains, even if she got into the Affiliated High School, she'd just end up at the bottom of the class."
"The pressure would be immense. It wouldn't necessarily be good for her physical and mental development."
Yan Ziruo shot back, "But she'd have you, wouldn't she?"
"If Xiaoyu attends the Affiliated High School, she can live with us."
"If you tutor her for half an hour to an hour every day, her grades would be sure to shoot right up."
Yan Feifan scoffed. "Sis, surely you've heard the saying 'you can't carve rotten wood'?"
He had barely finished speaking when his sister smacked him on the head.
"Don't you dare talk about Xiaoyu like that."
Yan Feifan said plaintively, "But I'm just stating a fact."
"She's not that smart to begin with, and she's a bit of a glutton and lazy. The whole 'diligence makes up for lack of talent' thing doesn't apply to her."