A little after eleven in the morning, in the Diagnostics Department of the Affiliated Hospital.
When Yan Feifan saw Yan Ziruo push the door open, he asked curiously, "Sis, why are you back at the hospital? Aren’t you supposed to be resting at home or out shopping with your friends?"
Yan Ziruo glanced around the empty office and asked, "Feifan, why are you the only one here? Where are your colleagues?"
Yan Feifan explained, "They’re from other departments. When there’s nothing going on here, they go back to their own departments to work."
Yan Ziruo just said, "Oh."
She hopped onto Yan Feifan’s desk, propping up her tilted body with one hand while pointing to her nose with the other.
"Feifan, take a look. Is the tip of my nose a little big?"
"And my eyes, aren’t they a bit narrow?"
Yan Feifan rolled his eyes and asked, puzzled, "Sis, why are you suddenly asking about this?"
Yan Ziruo sat up straight, her expression falling. "Little brother, the director of the plastic surgery center, Wang Chuan, called me into the hospital."
"He found out I was the one who gave the plastic surgery information to that big entertainment blogger."
"You’ll never guess this, little brother..."
Yan Ziruo lowered her voice and said conspiratorially, "It turns out Zhao Yuqi got her plastic surgery done right here at our hospital."
"Can you believe the coincidence?"
She added excitedly, "And what’s more, your analysis of her procedures was spot on. Completely and totally correct."
"Little brother, you’re amazing."
Yan Feifan processed his sister’s words for a moment, then asked with a worried look, "Sis, did Director Wang Chuan call you in to hold you accountable?"
Yan Ziruo shook her head. "He thinks an insider from the plastic surgery center leaked Zhao Yuqi’s information to me."
"He’s demanding I give up the person’s name."
"But there’s no one for me to give up!"
Yan Ziruo snorted. "So I just insisted that I made up all the plastic surgery details myself."
Yan Feifan reminded her, "Sis, you could just tell him the truth."
"No way!"
Yan Ziruo said firmly, "That guy ignored me at first, trying to intimidate me. Then he resorted to threats and bribes..."
"I could tell he was a bad guy right away."
"Besides, he doesn’t believe someone could identify specific plastic surgery procedures just from a photo."
"Feifan, what if he’s the type who gets jealous of talent and is completely unscrupulous? What if he finds out about your gift and tries to sabotage you?"
Yan Ziruo warned her brother, "I’ve heard plenty of stories in the office about medical geniuses being framed by their colleagues."
"Little brother, you don’t have enough power to protect yourself yet."
"So let him aim all his fire at me. I can’t let you get dragged into this. Worst case, I’ll just quit this hospital job."
"It’d be easy enough for me to find a finance job somewhere else."
Yan Feifan said dismissively, "Sis, you’re overthinking things. It’s not that dark in the hospital."
Yan Ziruo said with a serious expression, "Doctors compete for fame and fortune, too. And wherever there’s competition like that, there will be people who play dirty."
"Feifan, you can’t be too careful around people."
She placed a hand on Yan Feifan’s shoulder. "You just focus on your work. I won’t let this messy business involve you or distract you."
Yan Ziruo added a reminder, "Feifan, you should keep an eye on him. He also threatened to mess with your professional title evaluation."
Yan Feifan said confidently, "When my skills and qualifications are enough for a promotion, he won’t be able to stop me."
A relieved smile spread across Yan Ziruo’s face. "With your overwhelming talent, plus the fact that you’re a treasure in the eyes of many of the hospital’s top doctors, I’m not worried about your promotion."
"Still, Feifan, you need to be careful."
"It’s not the thief you fear, it’s being targeted by one."
Yan Feifan grunted in acknowledgment.
Just then, Yan Ziruo spoke again. "Oh, I forgot to mention something. That guy also seriously warned me not to tell anyone that Zhao Yuqi had her surgery here."
"And you’re telling me anyway?" Yan Feifan was a bit speechless.
Yan Ziruo giggled. "You’re my dear little brother, not just anyone. It’s better for you to have all the information so you can make your own decisions."
Yan Feifan nodded. "Sis, I’ll keep it a secret."
Then, Yan Ziruo suddenly jumped back to their previous topic. "Hey, Feifan, hurry up and tell me. Is the tip of my nose a little big? And my eyes, are they a bit narrow?"
Yan Feifan stared at his sister’s face for a moment, then said seriously, "Not at all, Sis. Your features are perfect."
"Tell me the truth!"
"They really are perfect, I’m not kidding!" Yan Feifan insisted.
Yan Ziruo’s eyes widened as she threatened, "Yan Feifan, are you looking for a beating?"