Overpowered Resident Doctor

A little past three in the afternoon, Sun Xinping, the executive director of Sunshine Film and Television, arrived at a teahouse near his company and walked straight into a private room on the second floor.

He saw the person who had invited him, Wu Qize of Lingnan Cultural Investment, staring blankly at his teacup with a furrowed brow.

Sun Xinping sat down across from Wu Qize and said with a hint of schadenfreude, "Mr. Wu, you should be a very busy man right now. How do you have the leisure to fly all the way to Binhai and invite me for tea?"

Wu Qize let out a long sigh. "Mr. Sun, it’s all too obvious. Please, don’t mock me."

"I know your company has worked quite a bit with the Affiliated Hospital’s plastic surgery center, and you’ve also worked with that doctor, Yan Feifan."

He cupped his hands and bowed slightly. "Mr. Sun, I beg you, please tell me everything you know. For the sake of our past relationship, save me from this disaster."

Wu Qize quickly poured Sun Xinping more tea and lamented, "I’ve invested hundreds of millions in Xiao Wenjin."

"A blockbuster movie is waiting for a Spring Festival release."

Sun Xinping recalled the not-so-smooth and unpleasant collaboration with Yan Feifan concerning one of his actors, Shao Jun.

He sighed. "To be honest, Dr. Yan Feifan is truly talented and his skills are top-notch, but he’s also a really difficult person to deal with."

"I mean, Mr. Wu, how did you guys manage to provoke him?"

Wu Qize sighed heavily again. "Those clueless bastards who deserve to be drawn and quartered just saw Yan Feifan as some ordinary plastic surgeon they could push around."

"Sigh..."

Wu Qize lamented, "Now that things have come to this, I did a little digging and found out that this young genius doctor is an incredible figure with unbelievably deep connections."

"Mr. Sun, please help me. You can’t just watch me go down in flames!"

Sun Xinping snorted coldly to himself. ’Back when you were making a fortune off your cash cow, Xiao Wenjin, you were so arrogant you looked down on everyone.’

On the surface, however, he wore a look of concern. "Mr. Wu, first tell me exactly what happened. I need to have a clear picture of the situation."

Wu Qize picked up his teacup, drained it in one gulp, and said bitterly, "Honestly, it wasn’t a big deal. It was quite simple, really. But those brainless idiots and their reckless actions blew it completely out of proportion."

After a brief pause, he began to explain to Sun Xinping.

Last night, Xiao Wenjin was doing a shoot by the sea when his foot slipped and he fell on the rocks, getting several cuts on his face.

Wu Qize gestured with his finger from the outer corner of his own left eye down to his cheek.

"The main one was here, a five- or six-centimeter-long gash. It bled a lot and looked pretty scary."

"Xiao Wenjin was terrified of being disfigured and insisted again and again that the best and most skilled plastic surgery expert—that is, Dr. Yan Feifan—had to be the one to treat him."

Wu Qize sighed softly. "Mr. Sun, you’ve probably heard a thing or two about Xiao Wenjin’s temper. He’s been spoiled rotten. His team and the film crew had no choice but to go along with him."

"His team just assumed that with Xiao Wenjin’s top-tier celebrity status, Yan Feifan would come running the moment he got the call."

"They never expected that he would just flat-out refuse..."

Sun Xinping cut in, "What about the private jet and the million-yuan medical fee?"

Wu Qize explained, "Mr. Yan never mentioned any of that. He rejected the invitation right from the start."

"That was just an arrangement they came up with on their own."

"After being rejected, the person who contacted Mr. Yan naturally got a harsh scolding from Xiao Wenjin."

"As for that troublemaking Weibo post..."

Wu Qize slammed his hand on the tea table in anger. "It was probably that director. He must have heard some rumors, added his own assumptions, and tried to piggyback on the hype of Xiao Wenjin’s injury, so he just posted it."

"No one ever expected..."

"...that the Binhai fan club would react so violently, blocking Mr. Yan’s car at the hospital entrance, surrounding him, and causing a huge scene."

Wu Qize attentively refilled Sun Xinping’s tea again. "Mr. Sun, that’s the whole story. It’s not really a big deal..."

"Not a big deal?"

Sun Xinping cut him off, mocking him. "You’ve surely seen the videos of the incident circulating online, right?"

"Ten or twenty people were stomping on the roof of the car. It’s a good thing that car was well-made. If it had been crushed, someone definitely would have died."

"Mr. Wu, you know as well as I do that the higher-ups are very unhappy with the current fan culture. They’ve held meeting after meeting, telling us to pay attention to fan management."

"Today’s incident will definitely be made an example of."

Wu Qize said with a worried expression, "Mr. Sun, to be honest, I’m not afraid of being made an example of for poor fan management. At worst, I’ll just have to sacrifice a few high-level executives from the company."

"But, Mr. Sun, a special task force from the Ministry of Public Security has taken over the entire case. Now I’m completely out of my depth."

Sun Xinping hmphed. "The reason this case was escalated directly to the Ministry of Public Security is all because of Yan Feifan."

He lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "His Puncture Injection Skill is one-of-a-kind in the entire world. It has miraculous effects in treating brain and spinal tumors. Rumor has it that a certain national leader..."

Sun Xinping gave him a knowing look, then continued, "He also works closely with the military, operating on patients sent by them every week."

"Let me tell you, the patients the military sends are always accompanied by a squad of guards. Their identities are top secret."

"And a guy as important as Yan Feifan was almost killed by your idiotic stunt."

"Tell me, how could the higher-ups not be furious?"

Sun Xinping spread his hands and gestured as he spoke. "No matter how famous Xiao Wenjin is, to the country, he’s just an entertainer."

"An entertainer versus a great doctor of the nation—isn’t it obvious who is more important?"

"Unless..."

"Unless what?" Wu Qize asked nervously.

Sun Xinping lifted his teacup, took a slow sip, and said, "Unless Xiao Wenjin’s own record is squeaky clean and there’s no dirt for them to dig up."

Wu Qize completely deflated. "No dirt? How is that possible? I’ve had to clean up his messes several times."

"In that case..."

Sun Xinping met Wu Qize’s gaze and said in a grave and earnest tone, "Mr. Wu, trying to bail Xiao Wenjin out is impossible. You should just cut your losses now..."

At this very moment, Yan Feifan was in an operating room in the Little Red House, performing a full-face plastic surgery on Xia Min.

As expected, the surgical plan Xia Min ultimately chose was the Chinese style.

Yan Feifan could sense that Xia Min was somewhat reluctant about her choice.

He knew it was because of his own improper conduct the day before, which had led Xia Min to lock onto this choice prematurely.

Faced with Xia Min’s slight reluctance, Yan Feifan felt it wasn’t his place to persuade her, nor did he know how. He could only strive for even greater perfection during the surgery...

Berry and Zhu Jian, serving as his surgical assistants, helped Yan Feifan while attentively observing his technique.

Including this one, they had now observed this type of surgery up close three times.

The more they understood, the more they appreciated the exquisite precision of his scalpel work and the meticulousness of his planning. Every seemingly casual incision had its own brilliant purpose.

As they watched their teacher’s fluid and effortless technique, the two were both mesmerized and shaken.

They felt that at their current level, they would likely never achieve even a tenth of their teacher’s skill in their entire lifetimes.

"Zhu Jian..."

Hearing his teacher’s voice, Zhu Jian mentally reviewed his own actions as he asked, "Teacher, did I do something wrong?"

Yan Feifan glanced at him. "Something just occurred to me."

"Tomorrow, all of you will come with me to the cardiac surgery training lab. We’ll borrow their equipment and specimens, and I’ll teach you a lesson..."