In a suite at the Armed Police General Hospital guest house, Yan Feifan had just finished washing up when a man in a suit came to see him.
The patient had woken up.
Soon after, a staff member brought Yan Feifan his breakfast.
Mutton soup, small steamed buns, a boiled egg, and two side dishes.
Yan Feifan leisurely finished his breakfast. He glanced at the time—it was already past five in the morning. He figured it was about time.
He used the room phone to call his sister’s mobile.
The phone only rang twice before it was answered.
Yan Feifan told his sister that he had been brought to the Armed Police General Hospital to treat a car accident victim.
The patient was an on-duty member of the Armed Police who had been injured in the line of duty. He was in critical condition with a brain hemorrhage.
He had mainly used his specialized puncture technique to aspirate the blood that had pooled in a critical part of the patient’s brain.
"My part is done now. I’m leaving the rest to the neurosurgery experts at the Armed Police General Hospital."
Yan Feifan took a sip of water and continued, "I’m at the guest house of the Armed Police General Hospital now. I’m planning to get some more sleep."
"You guys don’t get to go camping often, so make sure you have a good time."
He had barely finished speaking when Wang Chuan’s voice came through the phone. "The weather’s still bad today. It’s drizzling."
"We’re planning to head back after we finish breakfast."
Yu Suye’s voice immediately followed, "Feifan, should we pick you up on our way? Or will you head back on your own after you’ve had enough sleep?"
Yan Feifan thought for a moment. "It’s better if you pick me up on your way," he said.
"I’m just in pajamas and a jacket. I don’t have my phone or a single cent on me."
Yan Ziruo’s voice came over again. "Feifan, in that case, we won’t leave so early."
"We’ll come get you around eleven-thirty, and we can all have lunch together. That way, you can get some proper sleep..."
Yan Feifan had a good, long sleep, waking up again at 11:20 AM.
However, he had to wait until 12:30 PM for the trio—his sister, Yu Suye, and Song Yi—to finally arrive, looking rather disheveled.
They were splattered with mud, and you couldn’t even tell the original color of their shoes.
Yan Ziruo said miserably, "Feifan, you have no idea. That trail was soaked from the rain for a whole day and night. It was an absolute nightmare to drive on."
"It took both our SUVs working together, pulling and hauling, plus us laying down branches on the path, just to finally get out of there."
Yan Feifan chuckled. "Even if your first camping trip wasn’t perfect, it’s definitely going to be a memorable one. A rare experience, you could say."
"Let’s go home..."
The group returned to Zuimo Court, had a casual lunch at a nearby restaurant, and then went home.
Yan Ziruo and Yu Suye were exhausted from the morning’s ordeal, and they hadn’t slept well the night before. After getting home and taking a hot shower, they each went to their rooms to catch up on sleep.
Yan Feifan, on the other hand, went back to his bedroom, turned on his computer, and looked through the brain tumor patient’s case file sent by Mr. Vega.
The patient also had a very difficult cranial base tumor, with its specific location and size being quite similar to the case of the overseas Chinese, Zhou Yan.
Yan Feifan guessed that Kevin Vega was probably playing it safe, wanting to have a few successful collaborations first.
He briefly analyzed this patient’s tumor information, then went through his work schedule for the next week.
The following week, Yan Feifan’s schedule was quite packed.
All day Monday: Phalloplasty surgery.
Wednesday: Two intrathecal tumor puncture and injection surgeries.
Thursday: Surgery for a disabled child from the welfare institute.
Friday morning: An extra intrathecal tumor injection and puncture surgery for Lo Jun.
Friday afternoon: Full facial plastic surgery for an entertainer from Korea.
Sunday: Three intrathecal tumor puncture surgeries at Baining Hospital.
’Sigh, might as well cram it all into one week.’
Yan Feifan muttered to himself and replied to Mr. Vega’s email.
He told him in the email that the brain tumor patient’s surgery could be scheduled for next Saturday.
Yan Feifan clicked send and noticed another new message in his inbox.
It was from Baining Hospital, containing the medical files for the three intrathecal tumor patients scheduled for next Sunday.
He opened the files and quickly scanned through them. The file of one female patient caught his attention.
This patient’s name was Yein Yajie, forty-one years old, and her occupation was a housekeeper.
Her information was an exact match for the mother Yein Xiaomei had described. ’It has to be her.’
’I didn’t expect that silver-haired weirdo to actually be a man of his word.’
Yan Feifan’s impression of the silver-haired weirdo improved, just a little.