Overpowered Resident Doctor

"A new idea?"

Yan Feifan thought for a moment before continuing, "Even a top-tier hospital like the Affiliated Hospital, which ranks among the best in the country, has yet to achieve fully intelligent and digital management of the entire patient experience."

"Registration and admission still use an RF card system, and examination and lab reports still need to be printed out on paper."

Yan Feifan proposed, "Perhaps we could design a smart watch or wristband to enable completely paperless management of the patient’s journey, from initial registration and examination to hospitalization, treatment, and finally, discharge?"

Song Yi pondered this and said, "Mr. Yan, an integrated management system like this—from the management software and hardware to the terminal devices like smart wristbands used by patients, medical staff, and logistics personnel—doesn’t present much of a technical or equipment challenge today."

"The main problem lies in promotion and implementation."

"It involves too many conflicting interests. Even if a hospital director were to push for it with all their might, there’s no guarantee it would be implemented smoothly."

Yan Feifan didn’t just bury his head in medical research.

He had been at the hospital for many years and knew that the Affiliated Hospital was no paradise. The struggles for power and profit between various factions were quite intense.

Yan Feifan sighed softly. "I was being too idealistic."

But Yu Suye suggested, "This integrated patient management system could first be promoted in smaller hospitals with simpler internal politics—for example, private hospitals that are looking for a gimmick, or those with advanced management philosophies that aim for high-quality service."

"Once it gains some recognition in the industry, we can gradually expand to larger hospitals with more complex interpersonal and financial relationships."

Song Yi glanced at Yu Suye a few times and nodded in agreement. "That’s a good development strategy as well."

She shifted her gaze back to Yan Feifan. "As for this smart IV controller, I personally think it has great market potential."

"Just based on the smart temperature control function alone, when the weather is cold, patients receiving an IV drip definitely wouldn’t mind spending an extra dollar or two to rent this little device."

"Mr. Yan, if a professional market analysis report deems it feasible, would you be willing to work on this project with me?"

’This...’

Yan Feifan couldn’t help but turn to his sister for her opinion.

Yan Ziruo smiled. "I personally think this IV controller is quite a good idea too."

"If the unit price isn’t too high, small community and private clinics would be willing to buy it to compete for patients."

"Feifan, I think you should give it a try and invest in it."

Yan Ziruo added, "Besides, with your abilities, you won’t have to worry about your future income. Even if the investment fails, you won’t go hungry."

Yan Feifan let out a sound of acknowledgement and said to Song Yi, "If you’re willing to take the lead, I can invest."

"I just recently received an income of six million."

He then stressed, "Song Yi, I can only invest some money and, at most, offer a few suggestions for the product."

"I won’t be involved in the business management, marketing, promotion, or anything else. I don’t have the time."

Song Yi gave a faint smile. "No operator likes investors meddling in company management."

"Mr. Yan, you can rest assured and just focus on your medical skills."

"The greater your achievements, the better we can leverage your influence in the industry."

At this point, Yu Suye also stated her position. "I also have several million in funds that I can invest in this project."

"As long as the product’s quality and functionality are guaranteed, my family’s Baining Medical Group can be one of the first users. We can also leverage Baining’s sales channels to quickly promote it."

Fearing that Song Yi wasn’t aware of Baining Group’s status in the industry, Yan Feifan explained, "Baining Group is a medical conglomerate that integrates hospitals, pharmaceutical production and R&D, and medical equipment production and R&D."

"Among its holdings, the group’s Baining Pharmaceutical and Baining Medical Equipment are publicly listed companies."

"The group’s Baining Hospital, located in Jingcheng, is known as the best private hospital in the country."

Song Yi let out a soft "oh" and nodded. "With such a powerful industry background and connections, I think our chances of succeeding are nearly one hundred percent..."

Just then, a waiter began to serve the dishes.

As expected, the flavor of the food also earned Song Yi’s approval and praise.

The group ate, drank, and chatted, reaching a basic consensus on the idea of the three of them starting a project company together.

Yan Feifan was also quite excited about this project.

He felt it was, at the very least, far more reliable than investing in a cosmetic surgery hospital.

With the business talk concluded, they moved on to casual conversation.

Yan Feifan learned that the house in Zuimo Court, which the Song siblings had bought from Sun Yao and his family, had already undergone simple renovations.

However, because Song Yan’s health required a more controlled environment, the house needed to be left vacant for a while longer to air out the formaldehyde before they could move in.

During the idle chatter, the topic of Cheng Lezhi naturally came up.

Yan Ziruo took a sip of red wine and asked, "Song Yi, have any of the Cheng Family members come to cause trouble for you?"

"Cheng Lezhi’s mother and maternal grandmother even came to the neurosurgery department to make a scene with Feifan, but they were kicked out by security."

A cold glint flashed in Song Yi’s eyes as she said softly, "There was a mediator who is on fairly good terms with both my family and Mr. Cheng."

"With his mediation, we reached a settlement without much trouble..."

Yan Ziruo said indignantly, "That’s mainly because your compensation terms were too generous. For an injury like Cheng Lezhi’s, a hundred thousand would have been the absolute most."

Song Yi said nonchalantly, "I just considered it paying to avoid further trouble."

"Hey, have Cheng Lezhi’s people talked to you guys?"

"Of course not!"

Yan Ziruo said angrily, "The only time was when Mr. Cheng happened to run into Feifan and offered a few empty pleasantries."

"Other than that, and the one time Cheng Lezhi’s mother and grandmother came to harass Feifan, we haven’t seen a shadow of them to this day."

Yu Suye also spoke with a hint of injustice in her voice, "They probably think that whoever got hurt is automatically in the right."

"Plus, since Mr. Cheng is the hospital director, they probably also believe that even if Feifan is unhappy about it, he just has to endure it."

Yan Feifan spoke up to console them. "The police have already taken over this matter, so we don’t need to worry about it."

"The hit-and-run case alone is enough to land that guy in prison for a few months."

Yan Ziruo scoffed, "Feifan, don’t be so naive."

"He can spend some money to get the victim’s forgiveness, and that victim’s injuries weren’t serious to begin with."

"With Mr. Cheng’s connections, if he pulls a few strings, Cheng Lezhi might just get a suspended sentence."

Song Yi picked up her glass of red wine, took a sip, and said slowly, "I know a thing or two about punks like Cheng Lezhi, who think they can get away with anything because of their family background."

"If someone digs deeper, they’ll probably find other bad things he’s done."

"Once the news that he’s being investigated by the police spreads, perhaps there will be people who want to kick him while he’s down, or other victims might come forward."

Yan Ziruo said hopefully, "I hope so. A scumbag like Cheng Lezhi deserves a harsher punishment and a serious lesson..."

Just then, Yan Feifan’s phone rang.

He picked it up and saw it was a call from Chen Yu.

"Mrs. Chen..."

Yan Feifan had barely gotten half a word out after answering the call when Chen Yu cut him off bluntly.

"Get to the hospital as fast as you can."

"A friend’s child just had their left hand severed by a thin line, something like a fishing line or a kite string."

"I had a drink with dinner, so I can’t perform the surgery."

"Kid, it’s a critical moment. I need you to step up..."