Chapter 573: Chapter 572: An Elder at Home

Every summer, during the nearly month-long military training for its incoming class, Bin University Medical College invites academicians, renowned professors and scholars, and medical experts to give lectures to the new students.

It was a way of getting the new students pumped up.

The fact that Yan Feifan received this invitation was a testament to the medical college’s recognition of his surgical achievements, and it was a considerable honor.

Furthermore, since the invitation came from his alma mater, Yan Feifan gladly accepted.

He put down his phone, only to hear Wang Chuan say with a hint of sourness, "In all these years, the medical college has never once invited me."

Yan Feifan smiled with a touch of smugness. "Director, what can I say? You’re a renowned expert in plastic surgery."

"The medical college has to consider the bigger picture, like guiding values, even though plastic surgery is the first choice for many medical students."

Wang Chuan grunted twice and asked, "Feifan, what do you plan to talk about with those freshmen?"

Yan Feifan thought for a moment, then said, "They don’t know much about medicine yet, so I’ll talk to them about cutting-edge medical research and development trends."

"As it happens, I’ve learned quite a bit about intelligent surgical robots recently. I’ll focus on that."

Yan Feifan chuckled. "It’ll give them some extra motivation to study. In the coming decades, most of the work done by ordinary doctors will be replaced by AI doctors and robots."

"Only the most capable doctors will be indispensable!"

Wang Chuan shook his head and laughed. "Feifan, that’s a bit alarmist. There might not be a qualitative breakthrough in artificial intelligence software development for hundreds of years."

Yan Feifan retorted, "Director, the future is hard to predict."

"History shows that human technological progress isn’t always linear. Sudden leaps are also possible."

"Perhaps in the near future, a scientist’s flash of inspiration or an accidental mistake could lead to earth-shattering changes in our technological framework."

Not wanting to argue over such a theoretical issue, Wang Chuan said perfunctorily, "Perhaps."

"Perhaps geniuses like you, who can drive rapid technological advancements, will emerge in other fields of research too."

Yan Feifan said, a little embarrassed, "Director, I can only perform surgeries with a bit more refinement and precision. I haven’t made any truly groundbreaking achievements in medicine itself."

Wang Chuan chuckled. "Feifan, don’t be so modest. For us doctors, saving lives and helping patients recover so they can return to their lives and work is a major achievement in itself."

"As for groundbreaking medical research, isn’t the hypnotic audio study you’re leading an effort in that very direction...?"

After dinner, they tidied up the dining table and moved to the living room, chatting casually over tea and fruit.

Around 9:00 PM, Yan Feifan received an unexpected call from Chan Weiwei, the executive director of the Hang City Dawn Charity Foundation.

During the call, she proposed that the plastic surgery center schedule the discharge for Yuanyuan, one of the twins, for this Saturday.

Chan Weiwei also specifically mentioned that the Dawn Charity Fund’s spokesperson, the famous celebrity Ding Xuan, and the fund’s largest contributor, Mr. Deng Shao, would both be present at Yuanyuan’s discharge ceremony.

Yan Feifan knew immediately that the Dawn Fund was planning to use the buzz around Yuanyuan for one last promotional push.

After getting a nod of approval from Wang Chuan, Yan Feifan agreed to her request.

In any case, the Dawn Charity Fund would be settling all of Yuanyuan’s expenses, including her hospitalization, down to the last cent.

Just as Yan Feifan was about to end the call, Chan Weiwei’s voice came through the phone again.

"Dr. Yan, might I have the honor of asking you to pull some strings for me?"

"What kind of strings?" Yan Feifan asked casually.

"Dr. Yan, it’s like this. Mr. Deng has a business partner who has unfortunately been diagnosed with a brain tumor."

"And you, Dr. Yan, are the foremost authority in this field. We were hoping to trouble you for your help."

Yan Feifan considered the relationship and cooperation between them.

This cooperation mainly involved the reconstructive and corrective surgeries for disabled and deformed children from the welfare home, which the Dawn Fund had just begun to sponsor. All of these surgeries were now scheduled at the plastic surgery center.

Although Yan Feifan himself no longer took on such charity cases, the young doctors at the plastic surgery center desperately needed them.

Their growth depended on a large volume of surgical practice.

"Director Chan, send the person’s medical records to my email. I’ll take a look first before deciding."

"Thank you so, so much."

Chan Weiwei exclaimed excitedly over the phone, then added hurriedly, "Just a moment, I’ll send his medical records over right away."

"However, there’s one more thing I need to explain to you."

After a slight pause, Chan Weiwei’s voice, now tinged with embarrassment, sounded again.

"Dr. Yan, this patient is an American."

"He has a weak heart and a severe fear of flying, so he can’t take a plane."

"So, we’ll need you to go abroad to treat him."

This made Yan Feifan frown.

’He’s all the way in the United States. The round trip, plus the surgery, would take at least three or four days.’

’Most importantly, my medical license isn’t recognized in the United States.’

Take Dr. Kevin Vega, for example. After coming to our country, all he needed was for the Affiliated Hospital to file some paperwork with the municipal health commission, and he could practice medicine and perform surgery at the Affiliated Hospital.

However, for a domestic doctor going to the United States or other countries in Europe and America, it wasn’t nearly that easy.

You had to study all over again, pass their relevant exams, and complete an internship. Without three to five years of effort, you couldn’t dream of easily obtaining a medical license issued by them.

Yan Feifan knew that many doctors who went from China to Europe and America either changed careers or ended up practicing medicine illegally.

"Assistant Chan, in my situation, going to the United States to perform surgery would be illegal practice."

"I’m sorry, but unless he can find a way to come to the Affiliated Hospital, I can’t treat this patient."

"Hey, Dr. Yan, don’t be so quick to refuse..."

Chan Weiwei said urgently over the phone, "Dr. Yan, we’ve given your concerns serious thought."

"Please rest assured, we will make absolutely foolproof arrangements in this regard. We will ensure you don’t run into any trouble."

"Also, for the treatment fee, the other party is willing to pay one million US Dollars."

Back in the day, that one million might have tempted Yan Feifan to take the risk, but now, it wasn’t a huge amount of money to him.

"Director Chan, there’s no such thing as a ’foolproof’ arrangement in this world, especially when I’d be performing a high-risk brain tumor surgery."

"There’s no reason for me to take that risk."

"Director Chan, let’s just drop the matter..."

After saying this, Yan Feifan ended the call without waiting for a response.

Wang Chuan, who had been sitting to the side and listening quietly, nodded in satisfaction. "Feifan, you handled that well."

"A wise man doesn’t stand under a crumbling wall. In your current position, there’s really no need for you to go to the United States to perform surgery in secret."

"American laws are quite aggressive. If they ever found out about this and a judge issued a warrant for your arrest, you probably wouldn’t be able to travel abroad for the rest of your life."

Wang Chuan added a reminder, "There’s something else to be wary of. If you did this, it would be like handing them leverage over you."

"Your relationship with them isn’t nearly strong enough for that."

It was as if a light bulb went on for Yan Feifan. "Director, I honestly wouldn’t have thought of that if you hadn’t mentioned it."

Yan Ziruo refilled Wang Chuan’s tea and admonished with a serious expression, "Feifan, if you run into anything in the future, discuss it more with the Director."

"No matter how smart you are, it can’t make up for a lack of experience. If you’re not careful, you’ll fall into a pit someone else has dug for you."

Yan Feifan grinned playfully. "I know, I know."

"An elder in the family is like a treasure. From now on, I’ll treat the Director as our elder, as a treasure to be cherished."

These words made Wang Chuan instinctively touch his own face. He said, with a hint of displeasure, "Ziruo, Feifan, am I really that old?"

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