A few minutes later, Yan Feifan left the hospital room, feeling a little disappointed.
He had come with a small sense of anticipation.
Yan Feifan had thought that because of the successful surgery and his own rapid recovery, Zhou Yan might make a generous donation to the Extraordinary Fund or to medical research.
He hadn’t expected the man to just be thinking about business partnerships.
During their conversation, Yan Feifan had considered whether to bring up an international collaboration for the infusion controller.
At the last moment, he decided against it.
Yan Feifan knew that true success at home would naturally lead to recognition abroad.
If he could build up the domestic market, the international market would naturally follow.
If the domestic market failed, then everything else would be pointless.
’I shouldn’t bite off more than I can chew. For now, it’s best to go all-in on establishing the domestic market first...’
Yan Feifan left the Little Red House and went straight to the trauma surgery department.
The first thing he did was check on the guinea pig’s recovery.
The success of this surgery was of great importance, so he couldn’t afford to be careless.
The guinea pig’s temperature was a little high, and his penis was swollen like a carrot grown in barren soil.
This was all normal.
Yan Feifan observed it carefully and found no dark patches or spots on the swollen penis that would indicate blood stagnation or foretell tissue necrosis.
Satisfied, he left the guinea pig’s room and went to the trauma surgery department’s office area.
Just as he approached the door to the director’s office, he heard an angry roar from within.
"What do I usually teach you?"
"Are you a complete idiot?"
"You can’t even perform such a simple surgery properly? Now the patient needs an amputation. Just you wait for the inquiry and the lawsuit."
Yan Feifan quickly stopped in his tracks, turned around, and went to the first-floor reception and treatment hall to help out.
He asked around and learned that a chef had come in that morning.
The previous Thursday night, the chef had nearly severed the index finger of his left hand. One of Mr. Chen’s students, an attending physician, had treated him.
The chef came to the hospital today, saying his finger had been hurting for the past few days.
An examination revealed that the half-severed index finger on his left hand had turned black and become necrotic, leaving no choice but amputation.
Knowing the reason Mr. Chen was scolding that person, Yan Feifan could only hope it wasn’t a case of medical malpractice caused by the doctor’s own negligence.
Otherwise, it was highly likely that Mr. Chen would kick the guy out.
Just then, Yan Feifan’s phone rang.
He took out his phone and saw it was a call from He Junxing.
"Mr. Yan, the twins and their family are expected to arrive at our Affiliated Hospital tomorrow evening..."