Although Wang Chuan claimed to trust Yan Feifan a hundred percent, he couldn’t sit still after being in the family waiting area for less than ten minutes. He paced back and forth incessantly. Several times, he walked up to the quarantine doors of the surgical area, wanting to go in, but stopped himself at the last moment.

Seeing him like this, Zhong Xinyi and Yan Ziruo couldn’t help but shake their heads and smile.

“He’s tying himself in knots!”

“Exactly!” Yan Ziruo chimed in, then changed the subject. “Mrs. Zhong, since you’ll be staying in Binhai for quite a while this time, why don’t you take this opportunity to have the old scar on your arm treated as well?

“Since you’re going to open an international hospital in Binhai with a focus on plastic surgery, it wouldn’t look good to still have a frightening scar on your own arm, would it?”

Stroking her right arm, Zhong Xinyi said slowly, “There’s no rush for mine. Let’s wait until Yanyan’s surgery is over!” Pausing for a moment, she suddenly smiled and asked, “Ziruo, I heard you don’t have a boyfriend yet. What kind of guy are you looking for?

“Do you want me to introduce one to you?”

The question made Yan Ziruo fidget. “Actually, some colleagues have tried to set me up, and there are doctors pursuing me, but no one has caught my eye yet,” she said unnaturally, sighing softly. “Perhaps, like Feifan, I harbor a deep-seated fear and resistance toward marriage and starting a family.”

“Oh,” Zhong Xinyi replied. “Ziruo, in your situation, it’s best to find someone familiar, someone whose background you know well. Transitioning from friends to lovers will spare you that fear and resistance.

“Right now, there happens to be a guy who is absolutely perfect for you.”

“Who?” Yan Ziruo stared at Zhong Xinyi with wide eyes.

Zhong Xinyi gestured with her eyes toward a spot not far away and chuckled. “He’s right in front of you.”

Yan Ziruo couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp. “Mrs. Zhong, Yanyan’s appearance is about to be restored,” she said, her voice tinged with panic. “Shouldn’t you and Chuan be getting back together?”

Zhong Xinyi exhaled softly, looking at Wang Chuan, who was still pacing nearby. “When we separated back then, it wasn’t just because of Yanyan!

“The reason I took Yanyan to the African Grassland to relax was that our relationship was already in crisis.

“I have a rather domineering personality, while Wang Chuan lacked ambition. After we got married, we argued constantly.”

Yan Ziruo was genuinely surprised. “Mrs. Zhong, you have a domineering personality? And Chuan lacks ambition? I can’t tell at all!”

Zhong Xinyi smiled faintly. “After so many years, people always change a little.” She then lamented, “If it weren’t for the tragic accident with Yanyan forcing his hand, Wang Chuan would probably just be an unremarkable chief physician in trauma surgery right now—or perhaps even just an associate chief physician.

“It goes to show that human potential is forced out by circumstances.

“Without being pushed to the brink, no one knows how much energy they have inside them or what they can achieve.”

Looking at Wang Chuan with a face full of sympathy, Yan Ziruo said slowly, “He must have had a really hard time all these years, hasn’t he?”

“Hardship is relative,” Zhong Xinyi said coolly, before changing the subject. “For so many years, he and I have been bound together by Yanyan. Getting along as friends has actually been quite nice.

“Besides, I have a lot of ties in the United States now, so the chances of me returning permanently are slim.

“He and I will never get back together…”

Wang Chuan finally stopped pacing and sat back down beside Zhong Xinyi.

“Since you’re so anxious, why don’t you just go inside and watch in the operating room? It’s not like anyone is stopping you!” Zhong Xinyi teased.

Faced with her teasing, Wang Chuan snorted softly, then said in frustration, “I’m scared!”

This answer shocked both Zhong Xinyi and Yan Ziruo. Looking dejected, Wang Chuan explained, “In the past, I had no choice, so being scared was useless.

“Now that I can rely on Feifan, I’ve suddenly lost the courage to watch a scalpel carve into Yanyan’s body.

“I don’t know why I’ve become such a coward either.”

“Chuan, when we have no way out, our only choice is to be brave,” Yan Ziruo said, deeply empathizing with him. “Just like when Feifan was in a coma, I was filled with endless terror and anxiety, but I could only grit my teeth and endure it.

“But ever since he woke up, I’ve become completely dependent on him for everything.”

A look of self-reproach crossed her face as she continued, “Now that I think about it, I feel a bit ashamed.

“Feifan’s body has never fully recovered, and I suspect my overreliance on him has a lot to do with it.”

Wang Chuan nodded gently. “Feifan’s repeated successes have given us confidence and peace of mind…

“But they’ve also made us increasingly reliant on him, placing higher and heavier expectations on his shoulders.

“In turn, this has only worsened his psychological burden.”

Meeting Yan Ziruo’s gaze, Wang Chuan said, “Ziruo, we need to make some changes.

“Aside from not putting pressure on Feifan or becoming a burden to him, we must do our best to create a safe and peaceful haven for him…”

Yan Ziruo rolled her eyes and said gloomily, “That’s going to be hard. Feifan has been highly self-sufficient since he was little. I don’t even know where to begin.”

Zhong Xinyi chuckled and joked, “That’s easy. Just find a good man and get married so Feifan won’t have to worry about you anymore…”

Treating Yanyan’s old scars and performing the crucial facial nerve dissection didn’t take Yan Feifan too much time. Over two hours later, he finished the surgery and walked out of the surgical area. Before he could even speak, Wang Chuan squeezed past the quarantine doors and bolted toward Operating Room 3, where Yanyan was.

After wrapping up his work at the Plastic Surgery Center, Yan Feifan and his sister Ziruo headed to the Trauma Surgery Department. Judging by the time, Taotao’s procedure was also nearing its end. As his most likely blood relatives, it was only right and proper for the siblings to make an appearance. They had been chatting casually with their anxious uncle and Qingyu for less than ten minutes when they saw Yu Suye emerge from the surgical area’s quarantine doors.

“The surgery was a success!” she announced. “Taotao has been moved to the anesthesia recovery room. Once he wakes up and undergoes a quick examination, he can return to the ward.”

After giving a brief update on the surgery, Yu Suye turned her gaze to Yan Feifan. “Feifan, I got a call from my aunt in the United States this morning. She said she’ll be coming to Binhai this Friday.”

“Oh?” Yan Feifan casually asked. “She’s arriving so early. Is she planning to take a trip back to Jingcheng?”

Yu Suye shook her head. “That’s a sensitive topic, so I didn’t ask over the phone. Let’s wait until she gets back.”

Just then, a man’s voice suddenly rang out from behind Yan Feifan. “Ruoruo, is that you?”

The voice sounded faintly familiar to Yan Feifan. He turned to look, and his gaze instantly narrowed. He saw a young man, about 1.7 meters tall with slicked-back hair, striding over. The man seemed to notice Yan Feifan’s stare and met his gaze.

“Ah, Feifan, it’s you! It’s been so long!” Flashing a wide smile, the man opened his arms to give Yan Feifan a passionate hug.

To Yan Feifan, however, the guy’s smile was as terrifying as the devil’s grin. He hurriedly took a step back, dodging the embrace.

“Fan Jiyong, why aren’t you staying put in Canada? What are you doing back here?” Yan Feifan asked with disgust in his voice. He then glanced around, his face full of vigilance. “Where’s that sister of yours? Did she come back with you too?”

This guy and his twin sister had been a nightmare during Yan Feifan’s childhood. Back then, Yan Feifan had suffered endlessly from their bullying!

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