"What I’m proposing is a mutually beneficial partnership, okay?"
"The international medical tourism market is currently worth nearly three hundred billion US dollars, and a huge portion of that comes from Chinese citizens traveling abroad for care."
"Wouldn’t it be great for us to partner up and bring some of that foreign money here instead?"
Zhong Xinyi then revealed, "And I’ll be frank with you, Wang Chuan, I’m already in the final stages of negotiation with an American health insurance provider."
"With that insurance company providing a safety net, a top-tier surgeon like Mr. Yan on board, excellent treatment outcomes, and relatively low prices, I’m confident I can make it a success."
Wang Chuan snorted heavily. "That’s a nice little plan you have, but reality can be cruel."
Zhong Xinyi retorted, "Wang Chuan, I didn’t get where I am today just by dreaming pretty dreams."
"I have the guts to act on them!"
Wang Chuan said mockingly, "Oh, you’ve got guts, all right. More than most."
"If it wasn’t for me, you would’ve..."
He stopped himself abruptly. Turning to Yan Feifan, he warned in a very serious tone, "She and I are separate people. You don’t owe her any favors on my account."
"Feifan, this so-called partnership to make money off foreigners... just hear her out, but don’t let her talk you into anything."
His words made Zhong Xinyi so angry she had the urge to roll up her sleeves and fight, but with her daughter and guests present, she forced herself to hold back.
Just then, Yu Suye and a freshly changed Tian Yu walked over.
"Does it still hurt?"
Facing everyone’s concerned looks, Tian Yu smiled bashfully. "Mr. Yan’s method worked great. It barely hurts anymore."
Zhong Xinyi stood up, smiling. "I knew you would all be here, so I brought some gifts."
"Yanyan, come with Mom and help me get the gifts..."
Tian Yu’s gift was the latest MacBook.
Yu Suye and Yan Ziruo each received a set of all-natural botanical skincare products.
Yan Feifan’s gift, however, was a set of microsurgical instruments from S&T of Switzerland, a world-renowned company in the field.
Inside the long, rectangular case lay rows of microsurgical clamps, forceps, and other instruments of various models, all gleaming with a captivating metallic sheen. Yan Feifan found he couldn’t look away.
Just as a chef loves a perfectly suited set of knives, Yan Feifan was instantly smitten the moment he saw these surgical instruments.
The only thing was, this exquisite set of instruments was damn expensive.
"Mrs. Zhong, this gift is far too valuable. I can’t accept something worth hundreds of thousands."
Zhong Xinyi chuckled. "’A craftsman must first sharpen his tools to do his work well.’ A renowned surgeon like you deserves to use the very best instruments."
At the side, Wang Chuan snorted softly.
Yanyan tugged on Zhong Xinyi’s arm. "Mom, my face will be healed soon. Why don’t you let Mr. Yan perform reconstructive surgery on your scars, too?"
Hearing this, Wang Chuan sighed softly and explained to Yan Feifan and the others, "Years ago, Xinyi was also injured in the attack when she was saving Yanyan."
"She was left with some rather large scars on her legs and arms."
"She has always refused to have surgery for them."
Hearing this, Yan Feifan understood. ’So that’s why Zhong Xinyi was wearing long pants and sleeves in the middle of summer.’
Zhong Xinyi reached out and stroked the top of Yanyan’s head, saying gently, "Mom’s not in a hurry. We’ll talk about it after you’ve fully recovered..."