At 7:00 p.m., the Hao Junpeng Medical Research Center published an announcement online. The announcement stated that following an investigation, the center had determined that Yin Ke, one of its doctoral students, had acted out of personal grudges and jealousy. Colluding with Dai Wenli, Xu Yanfeng, Zheng Xingfu, and others, Yin Ke had posted a massive amount of manipulated facts and false statements online over the past two days, launching a vicious smear campaign against Yan Feifan. With the Affiliated Hospital’s approval, the research center had officially dismissed Yin Ke, Dai Wenli, Xu Yanfeng, and Zheng Xingfu. Additionally, the center offered its deepest apologies to Mr. Yan for its poor management and stated its willingness to bear all responsibilities.

As the announcement circulated online, the heated discussions surrounding Yan Feifan rapidly cooled down. In truth, even before this announcement was published, the online narrative regarding him had already begun to shift the day before. The source of this reversal was a leak revealing that he charged foreigners a million US Dollars and that his plastic surgery procedures started at three million. Netizens quickly pushed this revelation to the top of trending topics. To the surprise of many, the majority of the comments were full of praise.

They argued that charging a million US Dollars or starting at three million was exactly the right approach. They believed he should milk wealthy foreigners and celebrities for every penny. They also pointed out that foreigners and celebrities were no fools. On the contrary, wealthy individuals were often even more shrewd. The fact that they agreed to these prices proved one thing: Yan Feifan’s medical skills were worth every cent.

By today, various institutions and companies had begun to step forward to vouch for Yan Feifan. Regarding the villa in the Academician District, the Binjiang Military District issued a brief but powerful statement. They clarified that the Central Military Commission had specially approved the villa as a reward for Mr. Yan, honoring his immense contributions to the military as a recipient of a First-Class Merit. The Baiyulan Group also jumped on the bandwagon, announcing that the villa in the Phoenix Mountain Villa was a donation from the group to Mr. Yan. Furthermore, the National Health Commission provided an explanation regarding the overseas training program for a hundred young doctors. They pointed out that this was a targeted scheme orchestrated by people with ulterior motives to trick and coerce Yan Feifan into practicing medicine abroad.

The Baining Group also released a press release detailing the numerous medical collaborations between the group and Mr. Yan. The Extraordinary Medical Technology Company issued an announcement clarifying that Yan Feifan was merely one of the major shareholders who had invested capital and technology, rather than the actual controlling entity of the company. At the same time, Extraordinary Technology took the opportunity to plug a promotional advertisement for their products. As for the Affiliated Hospital where Yan Feifan worked, they had immediately debunked the rumors on their official website and public account shortly after the leaks went viral, laying out the facts and reasoning logically. The hospital dedicated a significant portion of their statement to detailing Yan Feifan’s medical achievements and his consistent involvement in charitable activities.

Backed by the support of numerous authoritative institutions and powerful companies today, the online discourse surrounding Yan Feifan experienced a complete reversal. Coupled with the Hao Junpeng Medical Research Center’s penalty and apology announcement that evening, the foundation for the numerous accusations against him was completely dismantled. This caused the online criticisms to melt away faster than snow under boiling water. However, the previous leaks and heated discussions were still somewhat based on facts. Although the reversal led many to acknowledge Yan Feifan’s medical skills and contributions, labels such as “cold-blooded,” “highly paid,” “money-grubbing,” and “mansion owner” seemed to have permanently attached themselves to him.

At 7:30 p.m., inside a small private room on the second floor of the Xinfeng Restaurant, He Junxing was having dinner with his cousin who had rushed over from the suburbs.

“Junxing, I heard from your mom that you’re managing a charitable fund worth fifty or sixty million at the Affiliated Hospital?”

He Junxing quickly corrected him. “Don’t listen to my mom’s nonsense. You know my educational background and skill level perfectly well. Manage it? How is that even possible?

“I’m just working part-time for the fund, doing odd jobs and running errands.”

The square-faced man with a buzz cut nodded, chuckling softly. “I figured as much.

“Hey, this part-time gig at the charitable fund—you’re not just volunteering and working for free, are you?”

He Junxing smiled, giving a vague answer. “Mr. Yan gives me a few thousand in subsidies every month.”

His cousin questioned this. “Only a few thousand?

“With a fund worth tens of millions, the interest from the bank alone is hundreds of thousands a month. They only give you a few thousand? Isn’t that a bit stingy?”

“That’s not how it works,” He Junxing explained. “I’m just running errands and doing odd jobs. The workload isn’t heavy. I’m already very satisfied with a few thousand in extra income every month.”

His cousin looked at him with disdain. “You’re satisfied with just a few thousand more? Added to your regular salary, you only take home a little over ten thousand, right? Has it even broken twenty thousand?

“With the little money you make, when will you ever be able to afford a house in the downtown school district?

“In another two or three years, your son will be ready for elementary school. Do you really want him going to school in the suburbs?”

He Junxing waved his hand. “Let’s not talk about this. The better school district houses in the city center start at least at seventy or eighty thousand per square meter. A wage earner like me shouldn’t even dream about it.”

His cousin took a sip of yellow wine and snorted lightly. “The internet says that Mr. Yan makes millions off a single surgery. If he casually let a little slip through his fingers, it would be enough for you to buy a house.”

He Junxing took a bite of food and said, “If Mr. Yan earns a lot, it’s because he’s highly skilled. There’s no reason for him to share it with me.

“Besides, Mr. Yan hasn’t treated me poorly.”

After a brief pause, He Junxing changed the subject. “You mentioned you had something important to discuss with me. What is it?”

His cousin took another sip of wine, answering with a question of his own. “Junxing, since you work for that charitable fund, you must have some say, right? Like choosing which patient gets funded?”

He Junxing shook his head. “I don’t have decision-making power. At most, I receive the application materials and pass them on. Mr. Yan makes the final call.

“And I also verify the authenticity of the application materials!”

His cousin’s eyes lit up as he asked for confirmation. “You’re responsible for verifying the materials?”

He Junxing nodded. “You could say it’s one of my primary duties.”

“That’s perfect!” His cousin slapped his thigh in excitement. “Junxing, do you remember the guy who ran the little shop in the neighboring village when we were kids?”

He Junxing thought for a moment. “I have a faint impression of him. What about him?”

His cousin sighed softly. “Esophageal cancer. He’s so skinny he barely looks human anymore. Sigh…”

He Junxing quickly spoke up to manage expectations. “Our fund doesn’t accept applications for late-stage cancer.

“We only assist patients with difficult family backgrounds and complex conditions who still have a relatively high hope of being cured.

“Furthermore, the patient can’t be too old.”

“Your assistance requirements are a real pain in the ass!” his cousin complained, adding in disappointment, “I was just trying to be a good person. I wanted to apply for aid for him through your charitable fund.

“Since it won’t work, forget it!”

He suddenly smiled slyly. “However, Junxing, there is something I need to tell you.”

“What is it?” He Junxing pressed.

His cousin lowered his voice. “That guy’s daughter contacted an online crowdfunding platform for him.

“The crowdfunding platform’s people came to their house to verify things, gave their approval, and in the end, they successfully raised two hundred and fifty thousand.

“And guess what happened next?

“Out of that two hundred and fifty thousand, the daughter took out one hundred thousand and gave it to that verification officer.”

His cousin met He Junxing’s gaze, his tone coaxing. “Junxing, you’re sitting on a gold mine.

“As long as you play your cards right, wouldn’t getting the money to buy a house be a breeze?”

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