Yan Feifan was very tempted by Ouyang Yanran’s collaboration proposal.

However, he politely stated that this was a significant matter for him and that he would need to consider it carefully before giving her an answer.

‘I should at least consult Mr. Wang first,’ Yan Feifan thought. ‘He knows Ouyang Yanran better than I do.’

Unconsciously, he had already come to see Mr. Wang as a trustworthy father figure.

When he got home, Yan Feifan noticed his sister wasn’t there. He figured she had gone to the gym again.

He made himself a simple dinner, using the chore as an opportunity to clear his mind and let his brain rest.

After dinner, Yan Feifan returned to his room and once again contemplated Liou Ming’s ethanol ablation injection plan.

Although there was a successful precedent, Liou Ming’s vertebral canal tumor was quite different from Pan Lirong’s.

The depth of the puncture and the dosage of the injection were matters where the slightest deviation could lead to disastrous consequences.

Yan Feifan didn’t dare to be the least bit complacent, striving to perfect the puncture plan…

The next morning, at nearly eight o’clock, Yan Feifan arrived at Mr. Lo’s office.

He found that besides Zheng Ling, Zhu Haifeng, and Tang Jun, there were several unfamiliar faces.

“Xiaoyan, come and meet a few seniors from the world of neurosurgery…”

Lo Jun, beaming, began to make introductions for Yan Feifan. “This is Dr. Wang Man from Ren’ai Hospital… Dr. Song Baolin from City First People’s Hospital, and Dr. Fu Dongqiu from Huashan Hospital.”

“And this is Dr. Jia Liping from Eastern Hospital…”

Adopting the posture of a junior, Yan Feifan greeted each of them as Mr. Lo made the introductions.

However, their responses—empty praises like “young talent” and “the light of medicine”—made Yan Feifan a little uncomfortable.

He made an excuse about needing to prepare for surgery and quickly escaped.

As Yan Feifan walked out of Mr. Lo’s office, he saw Yu Suye jogging over.

“Feifan, Feifan! My Uncle Youbin, along with one of my cousins, and the patient’s son and daughter, landed over half an hour ago. They’re on their way to the hospital now.”

Yan Feifan let out a soft “oh” and said nonchalantly, “Let them come. The surgery is in the teaching operating room this time, so they can watch as they please.”

Noticing Yu Suye’s flushed face and how she was panting slightly, Yan Feifan belatedly asked, “Su Ye, are you nervous about this?”

Yu Suye froze for a moment, her face suddenly turning even redder.

She stammered a little. “I-I am a little… nervous. After all, they’re family elders who made a special trip here, flying in early… just to observe the surgery.”

“I’m putting myself in your shoes.”

“Heh heh, Feifan, you don’t have to be nervous.”

Yan Feifan said, slightly exasperated, “I wasn’t nervous to begin with.”

Yu Suye gave another awkward smile and fell into step beside him. “Feifan, just like last time, I’ll be your assistant.”

“No need.”

Yan Feifan shook his head. “It’s a job a junior nurse can handle. There’s no need to waste your time.”

Yu Suye insisted, “It’s very necessary.”

“If a junior nurse accidentally mixed up the order of the syringes with different doses of ethanol, it would be a disaster.”

“With me there to double-check, you’ll be more at ease, won’t you?”

“I’ll check them myself…” Yan Feifan tried to explain.

“Aiya…”

Yu Suye reached out, took Yan Feifan’s arm, and started pulling him along, pouting coquettishly. “What? Are you really going to refuse an attending physician as your assistant?”

“Come on, let’s go…”

「Around nine in the morning」

Wang Chuan parked his car in his exclusive spot in the underground garage of the plastic surgery center building.

He got out of the car, and as his left foot hit the ground, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through his left calf.

Wang Chuan grimaced in pain.

“Are you alright?”

Hearing the voice, Wang Chuan quickly replaced his grimace with a pleasant expression as warm as a spring day and turned toward the sound.

He saw Ouyang Yanran, dressed in a form-fitting short skirt that gave her a very alluring professional look, as she walked around a Bentley and approached him.

“My calf suddenly cramped up.”

Wang Chuan explained casually, then asked, “Yanran, this is an unexpected visit. Is something wrong?”

Ouyang Yanran stepped closer. “Chuan, I got the data you asked me to look into last time—the daily consumption numbers for all types of sutures at Zhiyin Beauty over the past year. I had one of my salespeople get it for me!”

As she spoke, she pulled two A4 pages, folded in half, from her small handbag and handed them over.

“Here you go!”

Wang Chuan took the papers, unfolded them, and his expression immediately darkened as he looked them over.

Then, a smile reappeared on his face. He put the papers into his briefcase and said, “Yanran, thanks. I’ll buy you a drink some other time.”

Ouyang Yanran gave a small smile. “Chuan, you don’t have to wait for another day. There’s a chance to thank me today.”

Wang Chuan raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So you came prepared, Yanran. Tell me, what is it? I’ll see if I can do it.”

Ouyang Yanran chuckled softly. “It’s not a difficult task for you.”

“It’s about that genius student of yours, Yan Feifan.”

“His surgical design for using anhydrous ethanol injections to assist in vertebral canal tumor removal—I want to adapt it for a surgical robot.”

Wang Chuan pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded. “Now that you mention it, I think that’s very feasible. Only a robot could achieve Feifan’s inhuman level of precision and accuracy.”

“Hey, Yanran…”

Wang Chuan asked, a hint of confusion in his voice, “But you’re not in charge of the surgical robot R&D project at Baiyulan Group, are you?”

Ouyang Yanran hummed in agreement. “Surgical robots are the future, and the group has invested a massive amount of capital into R&D in this area.”

“We have a prototype now, but we still lack an entry point for promotion that hospitals will readily accept.”

“I personally believe that Mr. Yan’s surgical plan is a fantastic entry point.”

She met Wang Chuan’s gaze and said earnestly, “Chuan, my position at Baiyulan Group is somewhat marginalized.”

“I want to use this opportunity to squeeze my way into the core project of intelligent surgical robots.”

“Chuan, please help me persuade Mr. Yan.”

“Did he already refuse you?” Wang Chuan asked.

Ouyang Yanran shook her head. “I only just brought it up with Mr. Yan last night. His response was that he needed to consider it carefully.”

“Chuan, you’re his teacher. He’ll definitely give serious consideration to what you say.”

Wang Chuan said thoughtfully, “This could be a mutually beneficial arrangement.”

“However, Yanran, I have to be upfront about this…”

Wang Chuan said with a serious expression, “I’ll help put in a few good words, but ultimately, it comes down to the benefits. If the terms you propose aren’t suitable, it won’t even get past me.”

Ouyang Yanran promised, “Chuan, don’t worry.”

“Given the unparalleled talent Mr. Yan has demonstrated, we’re interested in establishing a long-term, win-win cooperative relationship with him. Naturally, we will show our utmost sincerity.”

Wang Chuan nodded in satisfaction, then warned her, “This matter depends on Feifan’s own decision. Don’t you dare pull any underhanded tricks on him.”

“If you affect his passion for medicine…”

At this, Wang Chuan’s gaze hardened, and he said in a cold voice, “Then don’t blame me for disregarding our past relationship!”

A sudden chill ran through Ouyang Yanran’s heart.

Wang Chuan’s piercingly cold gaze made her feel a sense of fear.

She was stunned for a moment. Seeing his gaze soften again, she gave him a coquettish glance and said in a sweet voice, “Chuan, you know I’m not that kind of person.”

“Oh, Mr. Yan’s surgery is about to start.”

“Chuan, do you want to go over and watch with me?”

Wang Chuan thought for a moment. “I have a scheduled plastic surgery consultation in a bit. I’ll just walk you over.”

“When Feifan sees you with me, he’ll get the message.”

“Alright!” Ouyang Yanran replied, sounding a little resigned.

Not far from Inpatient Building No. 6, a group of six or seven men and women hurried past them.

Ouyang Yanran got a clear look at them and said in surprise, “That’s Yu Youlian from the Yu Family of Jingcheng and Baining Medical Technology.”

“Don’t tell me she’s also here for Mr. Yan?”

Ouyang Yanran couldn’t help but worry, and she quickened her pace…

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