Overpowered Resident Doctor

The total reconstruction surgery on the patient's right thumb, led by Yan Feifan, began at 6:50 PM!

For this surgery, the surgical assistant was Yu Suye, and the scrub and circulating nurses were Meng Yao and Ye Lin from the plastic surgery center, respectively.

The supervising physicians were the two attending physicians, Chen Yu and Qin Ying.

The location of the surgery was the general surgery department's teaching operating room.

The Affiliated Hospital had a total of six teaching operating rooms, evenly distributed among the main departments for rotational teaching use.

The teaching OR located in the general surgery department was the closest one to the trauma surgery department.

Since the timing was relatively convenient—the period after dinner—many students and doctors were on their breaks.

Furthermore, it was a rather eye-catching procedure like a total thumb reconstruction.

As a result, even before the surgery began, the observation deck was already packed with students and young doctors.

Many had even come early to save a seat, bringing their takeout dinners with them.

According to the hospital's tiered surgical management regulations, a Level 1 surgery like replantation of a severed digit required a resident physician like Yan Feifan to operate under the supervision of a senior physician.

Therefore, as the supervising physicians, Chen Yu and Qin Ying also followed hospital regulations. They scrubbed in, donned their surgical attire, and prepared to take over the operation completely if Yan Feifan ran into any trouble.

However, just over half an hour after the surgery started, the two of them moved to a spot three or four meters away from the operating table and stopped their direct supervision.

They even had someone bring them stools and, quite brazenly, sat down.

"Qin Ying, I know why you arranged for Feifan to perform this surgery in the teaching OR."

Qin Ying glanced at Chen Yu and asked coolly, "And why is that?"

"You're indignant about the disciplinary action the hospital gave me. You want them to see Feifan's skills and realize he can't be judged by ordinary standards."

Chen Yu added with a scornful tone, "Though your intentions may be good, I won't be thanking you for it."

"I couldn't care less about this slap-on-the-wrist punishment."

Qin Ying scoffed and said sarcastically, "Chen Yu, you're really full of yourself, aren't you?"

"You're overthinking it. I just want Feifan to make a name for himself."

"Besides, during one of my big lectures, I promised those students I would demonstrate a surgery like this for them."

Chen Yu simply rolled her eyes and ignored Qin Ying.

After a short while, Qin Ying spoke up, "What about that niece of yours?"

Chen Yu replied coldly, "She doesn't need your concern. Her surgery went smoothly, with less than ten milliliters of blood loss. She'll be discharged in three or four days."

Qin Ying let out a soft laugh. "I'm not concerned about her. I'm just warning you, stop trying to scare Feifan with your niece."

"Don't you even take a look? Are they a good match?"

The mention of her relative made Chen Yu flare up instantly.

"Qin Ying, my niece's obesity was caused by an illness. In another month or two, she'll be back to her charming, lovable self."

"Feifan might be talented, but with that emotionally detached personality of his, he wouldn't make a good husband."

"When I introduce Xiaomin to him, I'm making a sacrifice on my niece's part to save that boy from dying alone."

Qin Ying gave a cold smile. "Dying alone?"

"Chen Yu, you underestimate Feifan."

"A truly talented person will never lack for outstanding admirers and suitors."

"Admirers, maybe! But suitors?"

Chen Yu shook her head in disbelief, then added sarcastically, "Unless they have ulterior motives, interested in the more practical and material things Feifan possesses."

Qin Ying gestured with her eyes toward the operating table and asked teasingly, "Would *she* have ulterior motives for being interested in Feifan?"

"Yu Suye?!"

Realizing who Qin Ying was looking at, Chen Yu was a little surprised.

"Qin Ying, are you sure?"

Qin Ying snorted. "Of course, I'm sure. I'm a woman, and I've been in love before."

"The way that girl, Su Ye, keeps stealing glances at Feifan—that's exactly how someone filled with adoration acts."

"Those two are a perfect match—a talented man and a beautiful woman. They're made for each other. You should stop trying to force your Xiaomin on him."

Chen Yu said defensively, "My Xiaomin is no slouch either."

"In another two or three months, after she recovers..."

At this point, Chen Yu's confidence wavered, and she couldn't continue.

The truth was, this Yu Suye standing right before her held a completely crushing advantage in terms of looks, figure, talent, and family background.

Just then, the words that reached Chen Yu's ears made her furious, as if her liver was aching with anger.

"A dignified attending physician couldn't find a thing for years, yet Feifan diagnosed the condition at a single glance."

"How embarrassing. If it were me, I'd have bought a block of tofu and killed myself with it long ago..."

While Yan Feifan was engrossed in his surgery, Wang Chuan had already arrived at Apartment 701, Unit 1, Building 9 of Zuimo Court with several movers.

Entering the living room, he stroked the familiar snooker table, and a flood of memories came rushing back.

"Director, how good are you at snooker?"

Pulled from his reverie by Yan Ziruo's question, Wang Chuan said with a hint of pride, "It's just an amateur hobby. I can't compare to the pros."

"My highest break is 122 points."

He added, "A maximum break in snooker is 147 points."

"Getting a 147 is extremely rare. The vast majority of professional players will never achieve a maximum break in an official match in their entire lives."

Yan Ziruo said flatteringly, "Oh, Director, with a score of 122, you must be a top expert among amateurs."

"It's just average!"

Wang Chuan replied modestly, then bent down and pulled a small toolbox from underneath the table.

He took out a hammer and other tools and began to carefully dismantle it himself.

Yan Ziruo was surprised to discover that the table must have been designed with disassembly in mind, incorporating some kind of latch mechanism.

With Wang Chuan's precise taps, these latches slid out bit by bit.

Seeing Wang Chuan kneeling on one knee, Yan Ziruo couldn't help but think of the experiment he had performed on his own calf.

"Director, your left leg...?"

Wang Chuan replied casually, "It's fine now."

"Director Lo Jun has already applied for a research grant for this experiment, so I won't need to self-harm anymore."

Yan Ziruo said with feeling, "Feifan said that nerve surgery is very painful, and the pain lasts for a long time."

"Director, you are a great father."

Wang Chuan laughed heartily. "I wouldn't dare call myself great. I just did what a father should do."

"I should also thank you for often chatting and playing games with Yanyan. She's become much more lively and cheerful now."

Yan Ziruo said, a little embarrassed, "I didn't really do much. I just played with Yanyan."

"In games, I'm a total noob. Yanyan is the one carrying me."

Wang Chuan laughed again. "It doesn't matter if you're a noob or not. The most important thing is that you have fun playing together."

"Are you going to Phoenix Tail Mountain this weekend?"

"I'll prepare all sorts of ingredients for a barbecue!"

Yan Ziruo asked with concern, "Barbecue? But Yanyan can't eat that!"

Wang Chuan waved his hand. "We can't always make special arrangements for her. It'll just make her feel uncomfortable."

"Besides, even if she can't eat it, she can still do the grilling."

Yan Ziruo said, "Oh. Sunday is Feifan's birthday, so we can't go to Phoenix Tail Mountain. Why don't you have Yanyan come here?"

"We can have a barbecue on the terrace and throw a birthday party."

"No problem!"

Wang Chuan agreed, then asked, "What about a birthday gift for Feifan?"

Yan Ziruo said quickly, "You don't need to get anything. Really, don't."

"If you get Feifan a gift, he might not even be happy about it."

'Great, another birthday I have to remember, and now I'll have to reciprocate with a gift later. What a hassle.'

Wang Chuan stopped what he was doing, thought for a moment, and chuckled. "You know, with his personality, that's exactly what he'd think."

Yan Ziruo laughed as well. "It's enough for everyone to just get together, eat, drink, and have a good time."

Then, she remembered something else and said, "We've decided to buy another car. Feifan said he wants one with good safety features."

"Feifan also said he wants to learn to drive. He says riding in cars driven by us women terrifies him."

"Director, do you have any recommendations?"

Wang Chuan laughed again. "Feifan's been scared into having a phobia."

He then said thoughtfully, "So-called 'safe cars' are always closely linked to their price."

"With Feifan's career trajectory, he could become famous in the medical world in just a year or two."

"Ziruo, why not just go all out and buy a luxury car..."