Overpowered Resident Doctor

「3:10 PM, Emergency Department.」

In a treatment cubicle, Yu Suye had just finished dressing the wound of a construction worker whose chest had been cut open by a flying saw blade. Just as she sat down to rest for a moment, a shadow fell over her as someone walked in.

She looked up and immediately jumped to her feet in surprise.

"Mom, what are you doing here?"

The woman Yu Suye called Mom was tall—at least five-foot-seven—with an elegant figure, a full bust, and a slender waist.

Her hair was swept up in a high bun, and her features bore a strong resemblance to Yu Suye’s—she was strikingly beautiful.

If one didn’t look too closely at the fine wrinkles around the corners of her eyes and mouth, you could easily mistake her for a young woman in her thirties.

"If I hadn’t come, you’d be seeing your father or your grandfather right now."

The beautiful woman replied, sizing up the treatment cubicle. She shook her head and sighed. "It’s so messy and small. This place is a far cry from Baining Hospital."

"I really don’t understand why you’d want to come all the way out here to suffer."

Yu Suye chuckled. "Mom, it might look messy to you, but in my eyes, it’s all perfectly organized."

"I can grab any medicine, instrument, or piece of equipment I need to save a patient at a moment’s notice."

"Mom, wait a second..."

Yu Suye ran out to speak with the deputy director on duty, then led her mother, Su Ru, to the teaching and research office on the second floor.

She poured her mother a glass of water and asked, "Did my brother go back and tell the family everything about what’s going on with me?"

Su Ru shook her head. "Your brother didn’t spill the beans. On the contrary, he was quite loyal and tried to cover for you."

"It was only at the very end, when he saw he couldn’t hide it any longer, that he told them everything, down to the last detail."

After a pause, Su Ru asked with a worried expression, "Su Ye, answer me honestly. You and that young doctor, the one surnamed Yan... are you already... living together?"

Yu Suye answered frankly, "Mom, we’re living under the same roof, but we’re not sleeping in the same bed yet."

A flicker of anger rose in her, and she couldn’t help but retort, "Are you all that concerned about my chastity and innocence?"

"Mom, you didn’t happen to bring a chastity belt with you, did you?"

Su Ru’s expression darkened. "Su Ye, how can you speak to your mother with that kind of attitude?" she chided.

Her tone softened slightly. "If a girl doesn’t respect herself, a man won’t truly value you. He’ll just play around with you."

Yu Suye snorted. "Even if I didn’t respect myself, that guy Feifan wouldn’t give me the chance anytime soon."

Not wanting to discuss this topic with her mother, she asked bluntly, "Mom, just tell me why you’re here."

"Are you here to convince me to break up with Feifan?"

"Or to drag me back to Jingcheng?"

Su Ru was silent for a moment before saying, "According to your father and your grandfather, it’s both."

She let out a soft sigh. "Su Ye, first, tell me, what’s so great about this young doctor, Feifan, that made you fall for him so quickly?"

"So much so that you couldn’t wait to throw yourself at him and move in under his roof?"

"I know for a fact your standards are exceptionally high."

Yu Suye said, a bit shyly, "Mom, because of the long time he spent in a coma, Feifan is very thin. He’s nothing at all like the tall, strong, tough-guy type I always imagined."

"But somehow, without even realizing it, I found myself falling for him. I just really want to be with him."

"If I had to give a reason, the main one would have to be his talent."

"Mom, you have no idea how incredible he is..."

Watching her daughter’s eyes light up as she talked about Yan Feifan, Su Ru’s heart sank lower and lower.

She knew her own daughter, of course.

Su Ru knew her daughter had fallen for that boy completely. This wasn’t, as she had initially suspected, just a way to use him as a shield to resist the family’s arranged marriage.

’This is very dangerous.’

If they handled this poorly, her daughter might just leave home and strike out on her own. After all, there was a precedent.

Su Ru listened anxiously as her daughter listed all the boy’s good qualities, then said slowly, "Your Mr. Bin came by the house a few days ago and mentioned him. He praised him to the high heavens, saying his future is limitless."

"Come to think of it, I suppose your Mr. Bin’s words had a hidden meaning, didn’t they?"

Yu Suye chuckled again. "Mom, Feifan will definitely become a world-renowned doctor."

"Our Yu Family’s foundation was built by my great-great-grandfather alone, wasn’t it?"

Su Ru sighed. "Not every famous doctor can achieve what your great-great-grandfather did."

"Even if Yan Feifan has limitless potential, he still needs time to grow. The benefits from the Lu Family, on the other hand, are right in front of us."

"Your grandfather and your father can’t wait that long."

Yu Suye’s expression hardened, and she said angrily, "Mom, let me be clear. If you approve of my relationship with Feifan, then you’ll gain a great doctor with a boundless future."

"If you don’t, then you’ll lose a daughter..."

There were six patients with hand tendon injuries in total. Every one of them had old, improperly healed wounds. Some had hands curled up like chicken claws, unable to straighten; others had difficulty bending or extending their fingers, or suffered from constant pain.

Chen Yu treated them one by one. It took her anywhere from one to two hours to resolve a single patient’s problems.

From one in the afternoon until seven at night, Yan Feifan simply stood by Mrs. Chen’s side, doing nothing but watching.

He didn’t lift a finger to help, not even once. It was all Mrs. Chen’s students who were assisting and bustling about.

Stretching her wrists and arms and twisting her waist, Chen Yu walked out of Treatment Room 3. She stripped off her sterile gown and tossed it into the designated medical waste bin by the door.

Treating these tendon injuries didn’t require a standard operating room. Because blood loss was minimal and there was no need for general or spinal anesthesia, the procedures could be performed directly in a sterilized trauma treatment room.

Chen Yu raised her hands, stretching her body as much as she could, and looked at Yan Feifan with a half-smile.

"You’ve watched the treatment for five patients’ tendon injuries. The next one is your turn."

"So, are you still confident in yourself?"

Yan Feifan was silent, unsure how to answer.

’I still haven’t figured out what I’ve truly gained from observing for so long...’

Due to the unique properties of tendons, different types of ruptures and injuries require different suturing methods.

For example, the figure-eight suture is suitable for flat, wide tendons where the two ruptured ends are of equal thickness.

The double-cross suture is used for tendons that won’t be under much tension after being sutured.

The weaving suture is suitable for tendons with ends of different thicknesses and is used for suturing tendons outside the tendon sheath.

Additionally, there are the buttonhole suture, the Kessler suture, the loop suture, the Kleinert suture, and so on.

In treating the old injuries of these patients, Chen Yu had to cut one or even all of the previously sutured tendons and then re-suture them.

In Yan Feifan’s opinion, the suturing methods Chen Yu used to treat the five patients’ tendons were never the optimal choice.

He analyzed that Mrs. Chen was doing this for two reasons. First, she was deliberately trying to confuse him.

Second, with Mrs. Chen’s level of skill, the specific suturing technique she used had no necessary correlation with the final outcome.

In other words, what Mrs. Chen wanted him to grasp wasn’t the suturing techniques, but something else.

But as Yan Feifan replayed Mrs. Chen’s procedures in his mind again and again, he couldn’t seem to find anything special about them...

For a moment, Yan Feifan was completely baffled...