Chapter 405: Chapter 404: Witnessing Firsthand
With cover from a few young colleagues in the emergency department, Yan Feifan retreated to Qin Ying’s medical research office, physically isolating himself completely from the pleading family.
A short while later, Yan Feifan received word.
He was told that colleagues from the hospital’s medical affairs department had come and persuaded the large family to leave the emergency department building.
A few minutes later, Qin Ying and He Junxing arrived at the office together.
After getting a brief rundown of the situation, Mrs. Qin immediately laid into Yan Feifan.
"Honestly, are you stupid or are you smart?"
"How could you possibly give them an answer... right there in public?"
"You should have told them to submit an application, and that a decision would be made after a careful review and investigation."
Mrs. Qin poked Yan Feifan on the forehead in frustration and warned, "When you’re surrounded by that many family members, aren’t you afraid one of them might do something desperate out of hopelessness?"
"Mrs. Qin, I doubt that would happen..."
When Yan Feifan saw Mrs. Qin’s gaze turn sharp, he gave an awkward smile and quickly shut his mouth.
Mrs. Qin snorted coldly and turned her criticism on someone else.
"That Liu Jin... getting lucky and becoming director must have made him an idiot. He should have just used your name. How could he actually make you run the charity fund?"
"You’re going to be constantly cornered by patients’ families."
Mrs. Qin shot Yan Feifan another glare and asked, "Your Extraordinary Fund—have you established its scope of aid and its review criteria yet?"
"And what about the organizational structure? The bylaws...?"
Seeing the clueless look on Yan Feifan’s face, she knew he hadn’t done any of the prep work.
"Feifan, running a charity fund is no simple task. The slightest misstep, and you’ll find yourself in a huge mess."
Yan Feifan explained softly, "Mrs. Qin, for now, the fund is only targeted toward disabled children in the welfare homes. We haven’t started offering aid to patients from the general public yet."
Mrs. Qin’s expression soured again. "Feifan, are you telling me you plan to wait until it’s already started before you do the prep work?"
Yan Feifan quickly shook his head. "No, no."
"Mrs. Qin, for one, I don’t have time for this right now. For another, I admit I was negligent. It just didn’t occur to me."
"Mrs. Qin, it’s my fault."
Mrs. Qin softened her tone slightly. "Actually, it’s not your fault."
"You’re already swamped with studying and performing surgeries. When that guy Liu Jin handed the fund over to you, he should have been more thorough and assigned a professional to help you manage it."
She thought for a moment, then said, "Having a fund at your disposal has obvious benefits. When you come up with a novel medical idea, having money lets you do a lot of things."
Mrs. Qin then looked at He Junxing, who was standing to the side. "Feifan, you can have Mr. Ho help you with the fund’s administrative tasks."
"He’s been diligent and hardworking lately, and his work is reasonably meticulous. While his formal education is lacking, he’s not slow on the uptake. He can spend more time studying at night to improve himself."
An embarrassed look crossed He Junxing’s face, especially when she mentioned his level of education.
He couldn’t really help it.
He had been too playful and immature in his youth, just barely graduating high school before joining the army.
Although he had earned an associate’s degree through self-study in recent years.
But the three people before him all held doctorates, and they were the best of the best in their fields.
His associate’s degree from self-study was nothing in comparison.
He Junxing met Mrs. Qin’s gaze as she continued, "There isn’t much of a future for you as my assistant."
"With your aptitude, after a few years of hard work, the most you could hope for is a nursing license. A medical license is out of the question."
"Feifan, on the other hand, has a great future ahead of him."
"Of course, the choice is still yours!"
He Junxing considered this for a moment, then bowed slightly to Mrs. Qin and said with great solemnity, "Dr. Qin, thank you for your recognition and recommendation!"
He then turned to Yan Feifan. "If Dr. Yan doesn’t find me too slow, I can handle running errands and any menial tasks that don’t require much brainpower."
Yan Feifan said happily, "Then I’ll be relying on you, Mr. Ho."
"Alright, first, let’s gather some regulations and bylaws for other charitable foundations. We can use them as a reference, to have a model to follow."
He added a reminder, "There isn’t much to do with the fund right now, so you should continue to prioritize Mrs. Qin’s work."
"Once things get busier, we can make further adjustments to staffing and responsibilities."
A bright smile spread across He Junxing’s face. "Dr. Yan, I understand. I won’t neglect my duties, whether they’re for Dr. Qin or for you..."
Just then, Mrs. Qin interrupted with a stern expression, "Alright, you two can discuss these trivial matters after work."
"Let’s get down to business."
Mrs. Qin said in a serious tone, "That patient over in the trauma surgery ward—I went to see him yesterday."
"His physical recovery is going reasonably well. He’s strong enough to undergo a ten-hour phalloplasty."
"Feifan, how are your preparations coming along?"
Yan Feifan replied earnestly, "Mrs. Qin, after the last two weeks of instruction from Mr. Lo and Mr. Wang on fine-branch nerves, I can now handle the neural grafting aspect of the phalloplasty on my own."
Mrs. Qin nodded, satisfied. "Let’s aim for one more dry run next week."
"If there are no major issues, we’ll begin the clinical trial. Our guinea pig is already getting a bit antsy."
At this, Yan Feifan couldn’t help but exchange a glance with Yu Suye. ’It’s not the guinea pig who’s antsy,’ he thought. ’It’s you, Mrs. Qin...’
After a morning of practice, Yan Feifan and Yu Suye headed to Staff Cafeteria 1 for lunch as usual.
Just as the two of them got their food, they saw Yan Ziruo and Song Yi arriving at the cafeteria.
The four of them ended up taking a small, empty table.
As soon as they sat down, Yan Ziruo couldn’t wait to announce, "Feifan, the test results are in! Song Yi just has mammary hyperplasia."
Yan Feifan just said, "Oh," and noticed that Song Yi was blushing and wouldn’t meet his eyes, her gaze constantly darting away.
Song Yi kept her head down and mumbled, "The doctor also said that given my family history of breast cancer, I need to come in for regular check-ups."
"I also need to do more self-exams, eat a balanced diet, exercise, get enough sleep, and try to stay cheerful."
"And..."
Song Yi sighed. "The results also showed some abnormalities in my liver function. My transaminase, bilirubin, and gamma-glutamyl transferase levels are a little high."
"The doctor prescribed a bunch of medication and told me not to stay up late or drink, and to watch my diet and exercise."
Yan Feifan, for his part, wasn’t embarrassed at all.
Speaking in his doctor-voice, he gave her a serious warning. "Song Yi, neither potential breast cancer nor liver issues are minor problems."
"If it turns into cancer, with modern medicine, we can only manage it. There’s no complete cure."
"You have to take this seriously."
"As for the company..."
Yan Feifan suggested, "You should only be responsible for the big-picture strategy and approving major decisions. Let Yu Chuanbai handle everything else."
"He’s in his prime and has plenty of energy."
Yu Suye pouted. "You guys are working the poor guy to death," she said, a hint of complaint in her voice. "That’s my brother you’re talking about."
Song Yi couldn’t help but laugh. "Su Ye, you should ask your brother. I’m sure deep down he’d love nothing more than to have the whole company handed over to him..."
Just then, Yan Feifan’s phone rang.
He took it out and saw it was another call from that guy, Lu Yao.
"What is it now?" Yan Feifan’s tone was impatient.
"Dr. Yan, the patient is taking a flight to China today."
"He’s coming with a neurosurgery expert from Johns Hopkins Hospital, who says he wants to witness..."
