Overpowered Resident Doctor

At 6:30 PM, Yan Feifan, Yan Ziruo, and Yu Suye arrived early at the private home-style restaurant.

"Is it confirmed that Xiaoyu isn’t coming this weekend?"

Tian Yu, who came over every weekend without fail, was unexpectedly not coming this time, and Yan Feifan found it a little strange.

Yan Ziruo chuckled. "Mrs. Tian is having a bit of morning sickness. Xiaoyu said she’s staying home to help out, and she also wants to buckle down and study so she won’t disappoint you."

Yan Feifan huffed, his tone disdainful. "She’s feeling the pressure, huh?"

"If the big one doesn’t shape up, she’ll be demoted to a second-class citizen once the little one arrives."

Yan Ziruo chuckled. "What second-class citizen? Mr. Tian has always treated Xiaoyu like the apple of his eye."

She added with a note of regret, "I was hoping Xiaoyu could help us rate Mrs. Su’s cooking. Too bad she isn’t coming."

Yan Ziruo reminded them, "Tomorrow evening, Mrs. Su will be coming over to do a trial run for a full banquet. You two had better not be late."

"I can’t make any promises!" Yan Feifan mumbled evasively.

Yu Suye said, "I’ll do my best, Mrs. Yan!"

Yan Ziruo glared at them. "This dinner is also a formal welcome for Mrs. Su. You two had better be good and get off work on time."

Yan Feifan and Yu Suye both chorused, "Oh."

Noticing that Yan Ziruo had brought another bottle of red wine from France, Yan Feifan asked curiously, "Sis, just how many bottles of this red wine did you get from the director?"

Yan Ziruo smiled. "I forgot to tell you."

"Considering you’ll need to treat guests and give gifts in the future, I bought another six bottles from the director at a discount."

Yan Feifan couldn’t help but roll his eyes. "I bet more than half of those bottles will end up in your stomach, won’t they?"

Yan Ziruo shot him a look, had the waiter open the red wine, and poured it into a decanter to let it breathe for a while.

Just then, Yu Suye spoke up slowly. "Feifan, that night when Song Yi recklessly crashed her car into Cheng Lezhi... while it was unusual, you could explain it as a righteous act done in the heat of the moment."

"However, the fact that she’s willing to pay hundreds of thousands in compensation out of her own pocket, rather than accept your money, is what’s puzzling."

"Feifan, she doesn’t like you too, does she?"

Yan Ziruo was also puzzled by this question.

She knew full well that although her brother had some connection with the Song siblings, it wasn’t deep enough to warrant this.

Yan Ziruo had a similar suspicion.

But with Yu Suye present, she had to tiptoe around the subject.

She just sighed to herself from time to time. ’My awkward brother actually has two amazing girls interested in him. Maybe it’s true that fortune favors the foolish?’

Now that Yu Suye had broached the subject, Yan Ziruo quickly chimed in, "Feifan, when it comes to matters of the heart, you can’t be fickle—eating from your bowl while eyeing what’s in the pot."

"Song Yi... she doesn’t actually like you too, does she?"

Yan Feifan had no choice but to tell the truth. "You’re both reading way too much into this. Song Yi is just repaying a debt of gratitude."

He then explained, "Sis, you know how I went to the High-Tech District a while back to do something for Song Yan?"

"Was that the night someone committed suicide by jumping off a building in the High-Tech District?"

"That’s right," Yan Ziruo recalled. "That did happen."

"Feifan, don’t tell me that person’s suicide had something to do with you?"

Yan Feifan nodded. "It was related, in a way. The person almost landed right on top of me and Song Yi..."

He continued, "I dodged, and I instinctively pushed Song Yi aside. The person landed right between us."

"So Song Yi thinks I saved her life."

It dawned on both Yan Ziruo and Yu Suye at once, and at the same time, they felt a bone-deep sense of lingering fear.

’Damn it, Feifan had another brush with death...’

At 6:50, Song Yi arrived.

Song Yi’s appearance this time took Yan Feifan by surprise.

The Song Yi he’d seen in the past always wore heavy, glamorous makeup. Tonight, however, she wore only light makeup. Her outfit was also less flashy than usual, instead looking much more casual and refreshing.

However, this also revealed to Yan Feifan the reason she used to wear such heavy makeup.

Her complexion wasn’t great.

Although the light makeup helped to cover it up, Yan Feifan could still tell that Song Yi’s complexion was a bit sallow and rough.

He suspected it was likely due to her brother’s influence, leading her to keep an unhealthy, irregular schedule.

After some pleasantries, the group took their seats.

Yan Ziruo handed the menu to Song Yi, explaining, "This private kitchen specializes in refined home-style cooking. The dishes might seem ordinary, but they taste exceptionally good."

"Please, Miss Song, take a look and pick out a few dishes you like."

Song Yi said politely, "I don’t have any dietary restrictions, and I’m not a picky eater. Mrs. Yan, you’re familiar with this place, so you can just go ahead and order."

After a little more back-and-forth, Yan Ziruo told the waiting server they could begin serving the dishes she had pre-ordered.

At this point, Yan Feifan asked with concern, "Song Yi, regarding the news that broke this evening about Xue Jisheng being caught while trying to flee, was your family’s company implicated?"

Song Yi shook her head. "That guy once approached my brother for an investment, but my brother turned him down."

"The main reason is that most of our company’s funds come from investors, and the money is earmarked for our own R&D. We’re not allowed to invest it elsewhere."

Yan Feifan murmured an "oh" of relief. "That’s good."

"I saw the announcement this evening. It said the funds involved were as high as ten billion, affecting nearly a hundred investment firms and individuals."

Song Yi said wistfully, "There are so many scammers nowadays, and their schemes are getting more and more sophisticated. You can’t just invest in something unless you know the people involved through and through."

Yan Ziruo agreed. "Tell me about it. There are scammers everywhere."

"For a big company, a loss of a few tens or hundreds of millions won’t break them. But for a small family, losing a few hundred thousand or a few million is a world-ending disaster."

"Feifan, I’ve decided. I’m going to put our family’s money into a conservative investment plan at the bank. We’ll just take the three or four percent annual return and have peace of mind."

Song Yi said softly, "With Mr. Yan’s medical skills and future achievements, I doubt anyone would dare to scam him, and his future income is also guaranteed."

"Mrs. Yan, your investment strategy could stand to be a bit more aggressive."

She then looked at Yan Feifan and asked, "Mr. Yan, you doctors are all well-connected. If you come across any solid investment projects, perhaps you could introduce me."

"I have some capital that’s currently sitting idle."

Yan Feifan shook his head. "I don’t have any good projects to recommend."

Song Yi pressed on, "Even if you just have a creative idea of your own, you should mention it. It could turn into a great startup."

"I don’t have any..."

Yan Feifan started to say, but cut himself off. "Actually," he said thoughtfully, "I do have one."

"When I first woke up after my injury, it was hard for me to move around. Whenever I was on an IV drip, someone had to stay and watch it."

"Or at least someone had to be constantly mindful of it."

Yan Ziruo interjected, "At the time, I had to work, so Feifan could only be looked after by a nurse during the day."

"And because of a nurse’s carelessness, his blood backed up into the IV line twice. One of those times, it was over a hundred milliliters."

"I was furious!" Yan Ziruo said, growing indignant all over again.

Yan Feifan continued, "The nurses are busy. It’s normal to get distracted for a moment."

He went on, "I thought to myself back then, ’It would be great if there were a smart IV controller.’"

"It could precisely control and adjust the infusion speed and volume, prevent blood backflow, and also send a reminder via wireless signal or sound when the infusion is about to end."

"Also..."

Yan Feifan added, "It should also have an automatic warming feature. Those IV drips were freezing me to death."

Yu Suye nodded in agreement. "The warming function is a must. Especially when it’s cold, a lot of people getting IVs shiver from the cold."

Song Yi nodded, murmuring thoughtfully, "A smart infusion controller... The technical hurdles to creating one probably aren’t that high."

"The main issues would be cost and user-friendliness. I can have my people run a feasibility analysis."

"Mr. Yan, any other new ideas?"