Yan Feifan replied earnestly, "Mrs. Qin, after the last two weeks of instruction from Mr. Lo and Mr. Wang on fine-branch nerves, I can now handle the neural grafting aspect of the phalloplasty on my own."
Mrs. Qin nodded, satisfied. "Let’s aim for one more dry run next week."
"If there are no major issues, we’ll begin the clinical trial. Our guinea pig is already getting a bit antsy."
At this, Yan Feifan couldn’t help but exchange a glance with Yu Suye. ’It’s not the guinea pig who’s antsy,’ he thought. ’It’s you, Mrs. Qin...’
After a morning of practice, Yan Feifan and Yu Suye headed to Staff Cafeteria 1 for lunch as usual.
Just as the two of them got their food, they saw Yan Ziruo and Song Yi arriving at the cafeteria.
The four of them ended up taking a small, empty table.
As soon as they sat down, Yan Ziruo couldn’t wait to announce, "Feifan, the test results are in! Song Yi just has mammary hyperplasia."
Yan Feifan just said, "Oh," and noticed that Song Yi was blushing and wouldn’t meet his eyes, her gaze constantly darting away.
Song Yi kept her head down and mumbled, "The doctor also said that given my family history of breast cancer, I need to come in for regular check-ups."
"I also need to do more self-exams, eat a balanced diet, exercise, get enough sleep, and try to stay cheerful."
"And..."
Song Yi sighed. "The results also showed some abnormalities in my liver function. My transaminase, bilirubin, and gamma-glutamyl transferase levels are a little high."
"The doctor prescribed a bunch of medication and told me not to stay up late or drink, and to watch my diet and exercise."
Yan Feifan, for his part, wasn’t embarrassed at all.
Speaking in his doctor-voice, he gave her a serious warning. "Song Yi, neither potential breast cancer nor liver issues are minor problems."
"If it turns into cancer, with modern medicine, we can only manage it. There’s no complete cure."
"You have to take this seriously."
"As for the company..."
Yan Feifan suggested, "You should only be responsible for the big-picture strategy and approving major decisions. Let Yu Chuanbai handle everything else."
"He’s in his prime and has plenty of energy."
Yu Suye pouted. "You guys are working the poor guy to death," she said, a hint of complaint in her voice. "That’s my brother you’re talking about."
Song Yi couldn’t help but laugh. "Su Ye, you should ask your brother. I’m sure deep down he’d love nothing more than to have the whole company handed over to him..."
Just then, Yan Feifan’s phone rang.
He took it out and saw it was another call from that guy, Lu Yao.
"What is it now?" Yan Feifan’s tone was impatient.
"Dr. Yan, the patient is taking a flight to China today."
"He’s coming with a neurosurgery expert from Johns Hopkins Hospital, who says he wants to witness..."