Overpowered Resident Doctor

The melodious saxophone rendition of "Jasmine" began to play from Yan Feifan.

It was his phone, ringing.

Yan Feifan, who had been agonizing over how to respond to Yu Suye, pulled out his phone with lightning speed.

"Yan Feifan, don't you dare try to stall…"

"It's a call from Mr. Chen!"

Yan Feifan's simple sentence was enough to make the anxious Yu Suye fall silent.

She watched with wide eyes as Yan Feifan placed the phone on the dining table and put it on speaker.

"Brat, a chef just chopped off his own index finger. Get your little girlfriend here in ten minutes."

"Or I'm finding someone else."

Before Yan Feifan could even react, Yu Suye had already leaned close to the phone and shouted, "Mr. Chen, five minutes, five minutes! Mr. Chen, I only need five minutes…"

With that, Yu Suye shot up from her seat and ran out.

She was so frantic she ran in a blind panic, nearly knocking a tray out of a colleague's hands…

Watching her disappear out of the cafeteria door, Yan Feifan rubbed his still-aching left hand and grumbled, "She's so strong. She should be an orthopedist, not a trauma surgeon."

Yan Feifan then looked at his sister and complained, "Sis, why are you meddling? All your ideas are terrible."

Yan Ziruo chuckled. "Su Ye is such a great catch, and it's so rare for her to like you. I just wanted to take this opportunity to help you trick a wife into marrying you."

"Feifan, you don't really have zero feelings for her, do you?"

Yan Feifan said stiffly, "None."

"She's a violent person. If we were actually together, I'd get beaten up every day."

"Add you to the mix, and there'd be two tigresses in the house."

Yan Ziruo glared at him and huffed, "When have I ever actually hurt you? Even when you made me really, really mad."

Yan Feifan muttered under his breath, "Every single time, I thought it hurt."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, nothing!" Yan Feifan mumbled evasively.

Yan Ziruo snorted heavily, then said in a heartfelt tone, "Feifan, I can tell. Su Ye really, truly likes you."

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. An opportunity like this won't come again."

Yan Feifan said, a little impatiently, "Sis, stop worrying about me and Su Ye."

"You should hurry up and find a boyfriend so you can get married yourself."

Seeing his sister looked ready to hit him, Yan Feifan quickly stood up and said, "The two entertainers I have an appointment with should be here soon."

"I should get to the plastic surgery center…"

Yan Feifan went to the plastic surgery center and first took a stroll through the inpatient ward. He checked on the recovery of Wang Dongdong, Qiqi, Jingjing, and others, then went to the room of An'an, the girl with amnesia.

Inside the room, An'an was kneeling on the hospital bed, leaning over the small, foldable overbed table and drawing on a piece of paper with crayons.

Yan Feifan walked closer and saw that she was drawing a man in a white lab coat.

He knew at a glance that she was drawing him.

Because the person in the drawing was very skinny, like a beanpole.

An'an noticed Yan Feifan's arrival and quickly covered the drawing with her small hands, saying shyly, "Doctor Brother, it's not finished yet. I can give it to you tomorrow."

Yan Feifan smiled and said, "Okay, I'll look at it tomorrow."

"An'an, you need to sleep early tonight."

An'an nodded her little head and said with an expectant look, "Mrs. Gu said that after I sleep tonight, Doctor Brother will do my surgery tomorrow."

"After the surgery, I'll be pretty!"

Yan Feifan patted her head and said, "As long as you're a good girl, you'll definitely become pretty, just like a little princess."

After chatting with An'an for a few more minutes, Yan Feifan left the inpatient area and went to the empty director's office.

He checked the time. It was almost twenty minutes before his seven-thirty appointment with the two entertainers, so he took out his phone and dialed Song Yi's number.

"I heard you signed a settlement agreement with that Cheng guy?"

A soft "mhm" came from the phone.

After waiting a moment without any further response, Yan Feifan had no choice but to speak again. "You got into this mess because you were helping me. It's not right for you to be the one paying for it."

"Song Yi, that guy's medical bills, the compensation, your sports car repairs, and any other losses—I'll take care of all of it."

"Did you come into money?"

Song Yi's voice was full of skepticism. Yan Feifan said, a little proudly, "I just signed a partnership with a medical technology company. I'll have a few million coming in in a few days."

"It's more than enough to cover the costs of this incident."

Song Yi's voice came through the phone again. "A few million isn't that much money in Binhai. You should just keep it for yourself."

"I already told you, helping you this time was my way of repaying half the debt I owe you for saving my life. There's no reason for you to pay."

Hearing her say that, Yan Feifan didn't insist on the matter.

He changed the subject. "My sister said she'd like to treat you to a meal to express her gratitude."

"If it's not a good time for you…"

Before the words were even out of Yan Feifan's mouth, Song Yi's voice came from the phone.

"I'm very busy, but I can still make time for a meal."

"Tell me. Time and place!"

Her crisp agreement took Yan Feifan by surprise.

His dinner invitation had been more of a polite gesture than a sincere offer.

"If you're free tomorrow night, I know a private kitchen that makes fantastic home-style food…"

After setting a specific time and place with Song Yi, Yan Feifan heard a KNOCK KNOCK at the door.

He ended his call with Song Yi and opened the office door to find a young man with a square, heroic-looking face standing outside.

With him was a woman about 1.65 meters tall, with an oval face, a slender frame, and a weary expression.

"Hello, are you Mr. Yan?"

Yan Feifan nodded in response to the young man's question, then stepped aside and gestured for them to come in…

The two were Fang Naiwen and Du Yumei, both talented but not yet famous actors discovered by Mr. Gao.

Yan Feifan chatted casually with them and learned that both were professionally trained, though they had graduated from second-tier arts academies.

They had struggled for a few years, still only landing minor supporting roles.

Still, their situation was a bit better than Shen Qing's…

Yan Feifan talked with them until almost ten o'clock.

By this time, the severed finger reattachment surgery that Yu Suye was performing should be nearing its end.

After seeing them off, Yan Feifan straightened up his things, left the plastic surgery center, and slowly made his way toward the trauma surgery department.

He thought as he walked.

'How should I respond to Yu Suye's proposal?'

He didn't want to just register their marriage like they were playing house, but he also didn't want to provoke Yu Suye and get beaten up.