Chapter 753: Chapter 752: Money Over Life

Confronted with his sister’s revelation about possible under-the-table payments in the neurosurgery department, Yan Feifan hesitated for a moment, then said with a troubled look, "Sis, if this rumor has reached you, it means more than one person knows."

"This rumor will obviously reach the hospital’s disciplinary committee too. Just let them verify whether it’s true or not."

"Let’s just... let’s just pretend we never heard about it!"

Yu Suye nodded in agreement. "Feifan, I think playing dumb is the right way to handle this."

"Mr. Lo is your teacher, so it really wouldn’t be appropriate for you to take the lead in investigating this matter."

Yan Ziruo said indignantly, "That may be true, but if it is, then it’s infuriating."

"Feifan, when you perform these surgeries, you always charge the standard hospital rates. You only make a little over a thousand in surgical allowance per operation."

"But look at him, charging one patient five hundred thousand."

Yan Feifan gave a small laugh and said, "Sis, it’s just a rumor for now. It hasn’t been proven."

"These days, there are countless stories with twist after twist."

"Sis, without any solid evidence, you shouldn’t take it too seriously yet."

Yan Ziruo huffed, "Where there’s smoke, there’s fire. I’m pretty sure it’s true."

"Feifan, don’t forget that six-hundred-thousand reward incident from before. Those patients are more than willing to spend money to get on the surgery list."

"Oh, Su Ye..."

Yan Ziruo then enthusiastically suggested, "You should also investigate things thoroughly over at Baining Hospital."

"This kind of thing is probably unavoidable over there, too."

Yu Suye said confidently, "Ziruo, Feifan, those kinds of under-the-table payments won’t happen at Baining Hospital."

"You’re so sure?" Yan Ziruo looked skeptical.

Yu Suye nodded and said with a serious tone, "The ancestor from the Yu Family who founded the modern Baining Hospital despised doctors who used their profession for personal gain. He established strict family rules."

"Anyone who does something like that will be removed from the family’s genealogical records."

"Once expelled from the family, never mind the damage to one’s reputation, the financial losses alone are immense."

"Doctors from the Yu Family aren’t so short-sighted as to pick up a sesame seed only to lose a watermelon."

Yan Ziruo let out a soft "oh" and said, "Since the Yu Family is so well-off, it’s natural that your moral standards and self-discipline are higher."

She suddenly giggled, patting her brother’s shoulder. "Feifan, you should just marry into the Yu Family."

"With such a powerful family backing you up, your children and grandchildren will have nothing to worry about."

Yan Feifan didn’t want to deal with his sister’s whims. He mumbled sullenly, "Let’s eat!"

Yu Suye giggled. "With your medical achievements, Feifan, you wouldn’t have to officially marry into the family so openly."

"Um... um... as long as you’re willing to let one of your children have the surname Yu and be entered into the Yu Family’s genealogy, that would be enough."

Yan Feifan ignored her comment as well...

After dinner, Yan Feifan was urged back into his hospital bed. Yan Ziruo and Yu Suye sat on either side, chatting with him to keep him company.

"Oh, Feifan, I forgot to tell you something..."

Yan Ziruo exclaimed, "Song Yi asked me to tell you some good news to lift your spirits."

"Sales of the smart IV controller surpassed one million units today."

"Song Yi said their goal is to break five million units in sales by the end of the year, aiming for 1.5 billion in revenue."

Yan Ziruo said excitedly, "If we achieve that goal, Song Yi said we’ll not only recoup our entire investment but also make a profit of over one hundred percent."

"A hundred percent profit in half a year! In two or three years, we’ll be certified billionaires! Mwahaha..."

Yan Feifan couldn’t help but chuckle. "Sis, that’s not how the math works. The market has a limited capacity."

"Assuming one controller per hundred people, the total market capacity in the country is only a little over ten million units. And in the future, we have to consider new competitors, price wars, and so on."

"So, we’re only able to achieve such dazzling results this year because of our first-mover advantage and large-scale distribution."

Yan Ziruo scoffed and pouted, "Oh, so you’re the only one who knows anything? Feifan, don’t forget, besides the domestic market, there’s the international market too."

"In two or three years, once the domestic market is saturated, we’ll release an upgraded version. By then, the old products will be worn out or broken and will need to be replaced anyway."

"It’s a cycle that will bring in a continuous stream of profit."

"As for competitors..."

Yan Ziruo said grandly, "That’s easy..."

"Feifan, you just put the word out: anyone stubborn enough to jump in and compete with us, you’ll put them on a blacklist and refuse to treat them."

"Let’s see who dares to choose money over their own life then!!"

Yan Feifan couldn’t even be bothered to roll his eyes at his sister.

’She’s always saying such ridiculous things!’

’He was even considering giving his sister a brain scan. Her IQ seemed to be running a bit low.’

But Yu Suye giggled and said, "That’s actually not a bad idea. Tsk, tsk, a once-in-a-century medical genius, after all."

"Those rich people aren’t short on ways to make money."

"Can they really guarantee that they or their family members will never need to beg you for help, Feifan?"

Yan Feifan was left speechless.

"Su Ye, how did my sister infect you with her low IQ? I’m just a surgeon, not some kind of god."

The moment he finished speaking, a small fist appeared right in front of his nose.

"Yan Feifan, are you itching for a beating again?"

Yan Ziruo waved her small fist again, threatening, "How dare you say I have a low IQ and call me stupid. Don’t think I won’t hit you just because you’re a patient."

Yan Feifan quickly pulled the blanket over his face.

"I’m sleepy after dinner. I’m going to take a nap. You two go do whatever you want, just don’t disturb my rest..."

What Yan Feifan didn’t expect at that moment was that someone was, in fact, already plotting to get their hands on the IV controller.

On the airport expressway heading back to the city, a Rolls-Royce Phantom was speeding along.

In the back seat, Liao Guili was sizing up his son, Liao Ziqiang, who had just returned from the United States.

His gaze was completely captivated by his son’s large, straight, and prominent nose.

On its own, the nose was quite impressive—large, high, and straight—but on his son’s face, it looked a bit out of place and disharmonious.

It even made Liao Guili feel that his son had become somewhat of a stranger.

He then noticed that his son’s surgically repaired upper lip was a bit tight, causing the left corner of his mouth to curve upward slightly.

Although this gave his son’s expression a hint of a smile, to Liao Guili, it looked more like a sneer.

He said, somewhat disingenuously, "Not bad, not bad. As expected of a famous top plastic surgeon from Hollywood. You look much better in person than you did on video calls."

"That Yan Feifan is all hype. I bet this is the best he could have done for you, too."

At the mention of Yan Feifan’s name, Liao Ziqiang’s expression turned cold.

He changed the subject. "Dad, while I was in the United States, I did a lot of thinking. I feel like I’ve really been fooling around and wasting my time these past few years."

"Dad, I’ve decided to start something myself, to learn and gain experience as I go."

"Good! That’s great!"

Liao Guili’s face lit up with joy. "I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time."

"Ziqiang, are you going to come help me at the company, or..."

"I’ve found a great project!"

Liao Ziqiang cut his father off, his gaze shifting to his younger brother in the front passenger seat. "Zili, did you bring the thing I asked for?"

"I brought it. Here!"

Liao Ziqiang took an object, about half the size of his palm and resembling a power bank, from his brother. He asked casually, "Zili, your leg?"

Liao Zili replied enthusiastically, "I can run and jump, and it doesn’t hurt at all anymore."

Liao Ziqiang let out a soft "oh" and showed the object to his father. "Dad, this is an IV controller."

"It just hit the market recently and is very popular."

"I had someone take it apart to study it. The technology isn’t very advanced; the real work is in the integration."

"But with a sample, it’ll be quite easy for us to make a copy with a few minor modifications."

"Dad, the medical supply market is a huge one... it’s a market that can prosper for decades, even centuries..."

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