Chapter 657: Chapter 656: Call Me Chuan from Now On

Yan Feifan’s freelance surgery at the British Consulate General went, all in all, quite smoothly.

Accompanied by Feng Jian, he took a car sent by the consulate and had an unimpeded journey straight inside the consulate compound.

Yan Feifan first exchanged a few simple pleasantries with the British Consul General and Counsellor to Binhai.

Then, citing the need to avoid potential stomach upset, he politely declined their invitation to a work dinner and went straight into work mode with the medical team from Wellington Hospital in the United Kingdom.

The patient was a man in his fifties.

This time, they didn’t pull any tricks, like covering the patient’s face with medical tape to hide his features.

Yan Feifan began his work methodically.

First, he performed a percutaneous biopsy to sample the brain tumor tissue and waited for the lab results. Then he performed the core procedure—the percutaneous injection—and waited for the dehydrated ethanol to take effect.

During this process, which lasted three hours and twenty minutes, Yan Feifan had a fairly in-depth medical discussion with the British surgical specialist in charge of the brain tumor resection, and he gained some insights.

After finishing his part of the procedure, Yan Feifan had hoped to stay and observe his counterpart’s surgical technique, but to his surprise, he was politely asked to leave.

This left him quite displeased.

’It felt like a lack of professional courtesy, as if they were burning the bridge after crossing it.’

This also led Yan Feifan to make a decision.

In the future, for any similar surgeries, he would bring his own surgical team and refuse any outside participation for the entire procedure.

Although Yan Feifan wasn’t worried about others stealing his techniques, this extra layer of protection would make his methods seem more mysterious and high-end.

Furthermore, with a larger team, he could demand a much higher fee.

After all, he would have a team to support from now on.

In a foul mood, Yan Feifan acted out of pique and rejected the Consul General’s invitation for a late-night snack. He once again took the consulate’s courtesy car back to his residence at Zuimo Court.

As soon as he got home, his stomach growling, Yan Feifan declared he was starving to death and asked his sister to cook him a bowl of noodles.

He used this time to draw a simple sketch of the patient’s face from memory and sent it to his contact, Li Yun, at the relevant department...

"Feifan, I’ve got to hand it to you. You left on an empty stomach and came back on an empty stomach."

Yan Ziruo teased, placing a large bowl of noodles with vegetables, seaweed, shredded pork, shrimp, egg, and wontons in front of Yan Feifan.

"Is British food really that bad?"

"Don’t tell me the Brits were too cheap to feed you."

"I was afraid they’d poison me!"

Yan Feifan bluffed, changing the subject. "Did Su Ye go back to Jingcheng?"

Yan Ziruo hummed in acknowledgment. "Her flight was a little after seven this evening. I took her to the airport."

After a pause, she exclaimed, "Feifan, Su Ye and I made time today to talk with the chief designers from three different interior design companies."

"They’re going to visit the villa in the Academician District this weekend and should have design proposals and quotes for us by next week."

"Then, we can pick the one we like best..."

Mouth full of noodles, Yan Feifan mumbled, "You and Su Ye can handle the renovation, Sis. Just do what you think is best."

Yan Ziruo huffed. "I knew you’d just wash your hands of it!"

After a pause, she asked nonchalantly, "Feifan, the official announcement about the personnel changes came out today. Wang Chuan isn’t the director anymore."

"Did you notice if he seemed down at all?"

Hearing his sister’s question, Yan Feifan realized he hadn’t really paid special attention to Wang Chuan on this particular day.

He recalled, "This afternoon, we were busy talking with Mr. Shi Min about the work team and some of my affairs."

"I didn’t sense that the Director was feeling down or that anything was wrong."

Yan Ziruo shot him a sidelong glance. "He has to put on a brave face in front of others, no matter how down he feels."

"And with you, he’s always played the role of a mature, steady senior. How could he let you see his vulnerable side?"

Yan Ziruo sighed softly. "He’s probably off somewhere drowning his sorrows right now."

"It can’t be that bad, can it?"

Yan Feifan sounded doubtful. "It’s just a department director position. If he really can’t let it go, he could just open his own cosmetic surgery clinic."

"It’s not like he doesn’t have the ability to."

Yan Ziruo glared at him. "And you think a dense, clueless guy like you can possibly understand what he’s really thinking?"

"Feifan, give him a call first. See how he’s doing, and ask what he’s up to."

Yan Feifan took another two bites of noodles and said casually, "Sis, it’s almost eleven at night. Whatever it is, we can talk about it tomorrow."

Seeing that her brother wasn’t complying, Yan Ziruo’s eyebrow shot up, and her tone became threatening. "Feifan, are you going to make that call or not?"

Yan Feifan knew that any more futile resistance would be met with a merciless physical blow from his sister.

He quickly grabbed his phone, muttering unhappily, "Why don’t you call him yourself? It’s not like you don’t know him."

Just as his sister raised her hand, Yan Feifan swiftly dialed the number.

But after the call connected, the voice that came from the phone was a recorded message saying the user’s phone was off.

"Call Yanyan’s number!"

Following his sister’s command, Yan Feifan dialed Yanyan’s number.

After five rings, the call was answered.

"Feifan, is the surgery done?" It was Wang Chuan’s voice.

"Director, my part is done, and I’m back home."

Yan Feifan explained, then asked, "Director, why was your phone turned off?"

Wang Chuan sighed lightly over the phone. "I got a lot of miscellaneous calls tonight. It got annoying, so I just turned it off."

"Hey, Feifan, I’m not the director anymore. If you keep calling me that, it could cause misunderstandings."

"How about this, from now on, call me..."

Wang Chuan seemed to struggle with what to suggest. He was quiet for a moment before speaking again.

"Calling me Dr. Wang is too formal. A lot of people call me Mr. Wang or Chuan."

"Feifan, you can call me Mr. Wang or Chuan from now on!"

Yan Feifan immediately refused. "How could I do that? That’s completely improper and shows no respect for seniority."

"Director, you have been a true teacher to me."

"From now on, I’ll call you Teacher."

"No, you can’t call me Teacher!"

Wang Chuan sounded quite resistant on the phone. "He who is accomplished is the teacher. Feifan, your skills have already far surpassed mine."

"Besides, I didn’t actually teach you that much, and I had my own motives when I did."

"Hearing you call me Teacher makes me feel guilty and ashamed."

Yan Feifan insisted, "One can be a teacher for even a single word of wisdom. Director, the knowledge you’ve taught me is far more than just a single word."

Just then, Yan Ziruo suddenly cut in, "Feifan, just call him Chuan. It’s trendy these days to use names that make people sound younger."

"Calling him Chuan also sounds more friendly."

After saying that, Yan Ziruo spoke towards the phone, "Chuan, what are you up to?"

"Ziruo is there too!"

Wang Chuan greeted her over the phone, then said slowly, "The night view is nice tonight, and it’s quite cool."

"I’m on the terrace, sipping wine and enjoying the scenery."

Yan Ziruo said, "Oh," then advised, "Don’t drink too much. It’s not a big deal, losing the director position."

Yan Ziruo reached out, took Yan Feifan’s phone, and continued to console him.

"You led the plastic surgery center to become one of the top three in the country. You’ve already proven yourself..."

Seeing his sister had taken over the call, Yan Feifan went back to eating his noodles.

By the time he finished his noodles, his sister, who had been pacing in the living room, came over and tossed the phone back to him.

"Wang Chuan is fine. We were worried for nothing."

Yan Feifan muttered under his breath, "I wasn’t worried in the first place."

In a good mood, Yan Ziruo said, "Oh, and Mr. Wang told me something funny..."

"He said someone approached him, wanting him to act as a middleman. They’re willing to offer a hundred million to buy our villa in the Academician District."

Yan Feifan asked in surprise, "Is that villa worth a hundred million?"

"Of course it is!"

Yan Ziruo exclaimed excitedly, "A detached villa in a bustling part of the city center is incredibly rare, and the surrounding area is so nice."

"And ours is the only one with a transferable property title."

"Chuan said that people would be scrambling to buy it, not just for one hundred million, but even for two or three hundred million..."

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