As Yan Feifan and the others walked into the courtyard of the Wang Family villa, they saw a woman with short hair, dressed in a casual pantsuit, standing with a warm smile in the foyer.
Yanyan trotted forward and threw her arms around the woman in a hug.
This was undoubtedly Mr. Wang’s ex-wife and Yanyan’s mother, Zhong Xinyi.
She had a chic short haircut, and at one meter seventy, her figure was exceptionally well-maintained, without a single ounce of excess fat.
Her lightly made-up features were quite delicate and beautiful, and she bore a noticeable resemblance to Yanyan.
A closer look, however, revealed fine lines around the corners of her eyes and mouth, betraying the passage of time.
Yan Feifan observed her lower jaw, mentally fine-tuning the surgical plan for Yanyan’s reconstruction.
A moment later, the mother and daughter ended their hug, and Zhong Xinyi turned her attention to Yan Feifan, Yu Suye, and the others.
"Oh, you must be Xiaoyu, right?"
"Why have you been crying...?"
Yu Suye took Tian Yu to the bathroom to clean the sting.
Yan Feifan, Yan Ziruo, Wang Chuan, Zhong Xinyi, and Yanyan gathered in the living room, chatting over tea.
"Mr. Yan, I’ve heard so much about you from this father and daughter over the past few months."
Zhong Xinyi said gratefully, "Mr. Yan, thank you. I’ve seen a clear change in Yanyan recently."
"You’re the one who has filled her with confidence and hope!"
Yan Feifan said modestly, "Mrs. Zhong, you’re too kind."
"I haven’t actually done much so far. Yanyan’s transformation is mainly thanks to Mr. Wang’s efforts."
Zhong Xinyi chuckled. "He’s her father. It’s only right that he does everything he can for her."
She put an arm around Yanyan’s shoulder and sighed softly. "I’ve heard Yanyan’s voice and laughter more in these past few months than in the last several years combined."
"You deserve so much of the credit for that, Mr. Yan!"
Since Yanyan was present, Wang Chuan quickly changed the subject. "Xinyi, how long are you back for this time?"
"It’ll be longer this time. At least ten days to two weeks."
Zhong Xinyi added, "I’m here to conduct a site inspection for a commercial real estate project in Binhai. I’m hoping to secure the deal."
"Which one?" Wang Chuan pressed.
"Fuhai Heaven and Earth!"
Hearing this, Wang Chuan asked for confirmation, "You mean Fuhai Heaven and Earth? The commercial complex near the Affiliated Hospital that’s currently getting its exterior renovated?"
"That project must be worth billions, right? You can’t secure that."
"Have you become that powerful?"
Zhong Xinyi shot Wang Chuan a look. "I’m just the representative sent to inspect it. The person actually putting up the money is someone else."
Wang Chuan let out a soft "oh" of realization. "That makes more sense. No matter how fast your business is growing, it couldn’t be *that* explosive."
Zhong Xinyi huffed. "Wang Chuan, if negotiations go smoothly, I plan to acquire several thousand square meters myself. I’m going to open a private hospital."
"A private hospital?"
Wang Chuan’s brow furrowed. "Xinyi, this is a huge undertaking. Why didn’t you discuss it with me?"
"Opening a private hospital in China isn’t a simple thing to do."
"Besides, with a hospital in a prime location like Fuhai Heaven and Earth, I doubt you could even cover the rent."
Zhong Xinyi glared at him again and said in a low, serious voice, "It will be a hospital primarily for foreigners."
"For the American middle class, even with health insurance, the high cost of a serious illness can be financially devastating."
"The quality of medical care in China is excellent. Our surgeons’ technical skills, in particular, surpass those at many major hospitals in the United States."
"What we mainly lack is some of the most cutting-edge medical equipment, as well as certain experimental drugs and treatments."
Zhong Xinyi took a sip of water from her cup and continued, "While the main flow of international medical tourism is still toward developed countries in Europe and America, China is gradually becoming a destination for some."
"Most importantly, many American health insurance plans will reimburse expenses for medical treatment received abroad."
"I plan to leverage the Affiliated Hospital’s medical resources to cater to the American middle class."
Wang Chuan mulled it over for a moment. "Xinyi, isn’t that a bit too idealistic?"
"Many foreigners are deeply prejudiced against us. Some still think we can’t afford to eat or clothe ourselves, that we don’t have televisions or refrigerators."
"When it comes to something as serious as their health, would they really risk coming to China for treatment?"
Zhong Xinyi looked at Yan Feifan and chuckled. "Isn’t Mr. Yan a perfect example?"
"Every two weeks, an elite member of American society comes all the way to China just to have him perform their surgery."
"Feifan is an exception!"
After saying this, Wang Chuan’s expression suddenly darkened. He demanded, "Zhong Xinyi, don’t you get any funny ideas involving Feifan."
Zhong Xinyi scoffed. "Wang Chuan, don’t be so crude. What do you mean, ’funny ideas’?"