Yan Feifan left the Little Red House and returned to the director’s office of the plastic surgery center, where he did a detailed analysis of the trainee’s examination data.
Running all over the place today was truly annoying for Yan Feifan; he could only console himself by thinking of it as exercise.
「Just after 5:00 PM」
As Yan Feifan was immersed in his world of consciousness, simulating and optimizing the next day’s surgical plan, he suddenly felt a tickle on his nose.
He snapped his focus back and saw a familiar face pull back abruptly.
It was Chan Weiwei from the Dawn Charity Fund.
Standing up straight with her hands behind her back, Chan Weiwei quickly crumpled a small piece of paper in her hand into a ball.
She said, looking embarrassed, "Um... I knocked just now, but no one answered, so I came in on my own."
"It looked like you were spacing out just now!"
"Dr. Yan, are you okay?"
Seeing her look of genuine concern, Yan Feifan had no choice but to pretend that nothing had just happened.
"I’m fine. I was just lost in thought about something."
Yan Feifan offered an explanation for himself, then asked, "Are you here to see me, or Mr. Wang?"
"I’m here to see you."
Chan Weiwei sat down on the sofa across from Yan Feifan, her legs together in an elegant posture. She chuckled lightly. "Dr. Yan, your prediction was spot on. Yuanyuan’s low-grade fever really did go down."
Yan Feifan said nonchalantly, "The inflamed wound was debrided, and we used the best anti-inflammatory medication. It’s normal for it to be effective."
Chan Weiwei said in a complimentary tone, "It may seem like a small thing to you, but the local hospital couldn’t get that inflammation under control."
Yan Feifan said flatly, "That’s because they were hesitant and didn’t dare to perform a thorough debridement."
"Ms. Chan, did you come looking for me just for this?"
The smile on Chan Weiwei’s face widened. "Of course not. I have some big news to share with you."
"Dr. Yan, Tuantuan’s parents have finally agreed to donate his organs!"
Yan Feifan was slightly taken aback and asked, "What conditions did you offer them?"
Chan Weiwei said with some difficulty, "As for the specific conditions, Dr. Yan, it’s not convenient for me to disclose that. I have a confidentiality agreement with them."
"However, I can guarantee two things: one, there was no coercion, and two, I didn’t violate any relevant national laws or regulations."
Yan Feifan let out a soft "Oh" and said, "In that case, I won’t ask any more questions."
He then added happily, "This way, we can save at least seven or eight lives."
Chan Weiwei also smiled. "A doctor told me the tissue matching results will be out tonight."
"We’re planning to do a live stream tonight and have a transplant expert talk about organ donation, tissue matching, and other medical knowledge."
"Dr. Yan, would you be able to participate in the live stream tonight?"
Yan Feifan waved his hand in refusal. "I have two surgeries tomorrow. I need a good rest tonight."
Chan Weiwei said with understanding, "I get it."
After a pause, she spoke again, her tone filled with admiration. "Dr. Yan, I learned a lot about you today."
"The more I learned, the more I realized just how incredible and amazing you are."
Yan Feifan said modestly, "Ms. Chan, you flatter me. What you’ve heard from others must be exaggerations."
Chan Weiwei chuckled. "Getting a world-renowned neurosurgeon like Dr. Kevin Vega to express his admiration is hardly an exaggeration."
At this point, she hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Um, Dr. Yan, I have a bit of an imposition to ask of you..."
Yan Feifan cut her off directly. "Ms. Chan, if it’s about a patient, please don’t say any more."
"My work schedule is packed. I really don’t have the spare capacity to take on other patients."
Chan Weiwei pursed her lips into a smile. "Dr. Yan, don’t worry, I’m not asking you to treat someone."
"It’s just a small favor I need your help with..."