"It’s like the poem: ’A single sword’s flash chills fourteen provinces.’ With this move, Feifan will draw his sword, knock them all flat, and make them all submit from the heart."
"Will they be taking that orally?" Yan Ziruo asked with a smile.
Wang Chuan shook his head. "Getting them to admit it verbally will be very difficult."
"After all, huge commercial interests are at stake."
"If they openly admit they’re not as good, it’s tantamount to handing over the most high-end market segment, like celebrities and entertainers, to us."
"And that high-end market is the most profitable one."
Yan Ziruo let out an "Oh" of understanding.
Just then, Yan Feifan’s phone rang.
He picked it up and saw it was a call from Miao Quan, the director of the neurology department. He quickly answered it.
"Mr. Miao, I’m surprised to get a call from you. Is something wrong?"
"Even if something was up, I wouldn’t call you!"
Miao Quan said huffily over the phone, "I’ve only just now managed to completely sort out the trouble you caused for me last time."
Hearing this, Yan Feifan gave a guilty chuckle.
The last time, he had taken a risk and used a trick to prove a murderer was only faking a mental illness. The defendant’s lawyer had seized on a small loophole, demanding the evaluation be overturned and a new psychiatric assessment conducted.
Although the court ultimately didn’t accept the demand, the reputation of the Affiliated Hospital’s Forensic Psychiatry Assessment Center was called into question because of the incident.
The psychiatry department only managed to get past it after a period of rectification and re-evaluation.
"Kid, I also heard about what you went through over the weekend."
"You, ever since you came back to work, it’s just been one thing after another, big and small."
"Come by my office in the next couple of days. I’ll give you a counseling session."
Yan Feifan quickly refused. "Mr. Miao, thank you for your concern, but I’m perfectly fine. I don’t need any counseling at all."
"Besides, my surgery schedule is packed. I don’t have the time."
Miao Quan huffed over the phone, "You rascal, every time I ask you to come see me, you make all sorts of excuses and act all reluctant. Are you afraid I’ll find something wrong with you?"
"No way! My mental state is perfectly fine!" Yan Feifan couldn’t help but raise his voice.
Miao Quan huffed again on the phone and said, leaving no room for argument, "Then just make time to come see me in the next couple of days."
"I have something else I need to see you about, anyway."
Since he put it that way, Yan Feifan had no choice but to agree.
He ended the call and was surprised to hear soft snoring.
It was only then that Yan Feifan, Wang Chuan, and the others realized that Tian Yu and Yanyan had both fallen asleep in their wicker chairs.
Yan Ziruo couldn’t help but laugh. "No wonder this one has been so quiet tonight. Turns out she was so tired she fell asleep."
Wang Chuan stood up and gently picked Yanyan up in his arms.
"Let’s call it a night. Get some rest."
The Yan siblings and Yu Suye all stood up and agreed.
Yan Ziruo and Yu Suye exchanged a look, then glanced at the softly snoring Tian Yu.
"You get her? Or should I?"
Yan Feifan laughed. "That girl is dead weight. Better to let her get up herself."
As he spoke, he reached out and flicked Tian Yu on the forehead...