Yan Feifan completed the injection of sixteen radioactive seed particles in thirty-six seconds.

After finishing the sutures on the patient Mr. Zhou’s neck incision, Yan Feifan left the operating room and went to the locker room’s bathroom, where he immediately took a hot shower.

In reality, showering couldn’t reduce the radiation damage he had already received, but it could wash away any irradiated dust that had settled on his body.

This effect, however, was minuscule—purely for his own peace of mind.

Yan Feifan showered for over half an hour, only coming out when he felt he looked much fairer and more handsome.

With only a bath towel wrapped around his waist, Yan Feifan saw Yu Suye, who had entered the locker room at some unknown point, sizing him up with sparkling eyes.

Yan Feifan’s reaction wasn’t slow. He immediately opened his locker and, in a bit of a panic, started throwing on his clothes.

“Hehe, we’re both doctors—surgeons, at that. What kind of body haven’t we seen? What are you so flustered about?”

“It’s not like you’ll lose a piece of flesh!”

Yan Feifan finally managed to get his underwear on, followed by his shirt.

As he buttoned his shirt, he retorted with some annoyance, “Well, I don’t see you generously showing your body off to others.”

Yu Suye moved a little closer to Yan Feifan, her cheeks flushing slightly, and said in a sweet, alluring voice, “I can show it generously to you.”

“The question is, I’m afraid you wouldn’t dare to look!”

Yan Feifan was left speechless for a moment, then said, slightly irritated, “You’re a girl. You shouldn’t make jokes like that so casually.”

Yu Suye chuckled, leaned against the lockers, and said, “My grand-uncle is here. He’s waiting for you.”

She suddenly reached out, poked Yan Feifan’s chest, and said with a click of her tongue, “You look skinny, but you do have some muscle on you.”

Before Yan Feifan’s expression could sour, Yu Suye giggled and ran out, tossing a sentence over her shoulder.

“I’ll be waiting for you outside.”

By the time Yan Feifan had finished getting ready and left the locker room, he had also received news that the elderly Mr. Zhou had woken up smoothly with normal vital signs.

It would take at least a week for the radiation therapy to take effect and show noticeable results.

What the patient needed to do now was build up his nutrition, let the wound heal, and maintain muscle vitality in his limbs through massage to prevent atrophy.

Beyond that, all they could do was wait patiently.

Yan Feifan followed Yu Suye to an elegantly decorated office, where he saw a ruddy-faced old man with hair as white as a crane’s and the complexion of a youth.

The handsome old man was sitting ramrod straight at his desk, dressed in a tailored tunic suit. Yan Feifan bowed respectfully to him and said, “Mr. Yu, hello!”

“I’m Yu Suye’s colleague, Yan Feifan.”

Mr. Yu nodded in acknowledgment.

He sized Yan Feifan up with bright eyes, then pointed to a pulse pillow on his desk.

“That girl, Su Ye, has told me all about your situation.”

“Let me take your pulse first.”

Yu Suye attentively brought over a chair so Yan Feifan could sit next to Mr. Yu…

Mr. Yu spent two or three minutes reading the pulse in Yan Feifan’s left wrist, then another two or three minutes on his right.

After the pulse-taking, Mr. Yu fell into silent contemplation. Yan Feifan asked worriedly, “Mr. Yu, is my condition very serious?”

Mr. Yu pulled down Yan Feifan’s eyelids to take a look, then said slowly, “Xiaoyan, your body is superficially full, but your five viscera and six bowels are severely deficient.”

“That’s not a major issue. With one or two years of proper recuperation, it can be mended. It won’t affect your lifespan.”

“However…”

Yan Feifan looked into the old man’s eyes, terrified he was about to say something like, ‘Your brow is dark; you don’t have long to live.’

“It’s just that your Heart Sutra is obscure, suggesting palpitations, but your eyes and brow are clear, which doesn’t quite fit.”

Seeing the old man’s puzzled expression, Yan Feifan’s mind reeled.

Although Yan Feifan had studied modern medicine and knew very little about Traditional Chinese Medicine, he did understand some of the basics.

For example, he knew that in TCM there are twelve main meridians, and one of them, the Heart Sutra, governs the spirit.

‘An obscure Heart Sutra… doesn’t that mean I have symptoms of a mental illness?’

‘Thinking of Yiyi, Erer, and Sansan… this man before me is a true master of Traditional Chinese Medicine.’

Yan Feifan was filled with awe, but he said evasively, “Mr. Yu, to be honest, I have indeed been feeling mentally exhausted.”

“And sometimes…”

Yan Feifan hesitated for a moment before vaguely admitting, “I even have vivid hallucinations, seeing people who aren’t there.”

“Mr. Yu, in your opinion, can my condition be treated?”

Mr. Yu smiled faintly and said, “Xiaoyan, this is mainly due to overexerting your mind.”

“In the words of you young people, it’s like your CPU is constantly overclocked, and the hardware just can’t keep up.”

“After overclocking, you become extremely exhausted, so naturally, hallucinations frequently occur.”

Yan Feifan couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘This old man is quite interesting.’

Then he heard Mr. Yu admonish him seriously, “The body is the vessel for the mind, and the foundation for its efficient operation.”

“If you keep overclocking, your body will eventually disintegrate.”

“How about this…”

Mr. Yu said thoughtfully, “I’ll write you a prescription to first strengthen your foundation.”

“With a strong physique, your other problems might just solve themselves.”

Yan Feifan stood up again and bowed sincerely. “Thank you for the diagnosis and treatment, Mr. Yu…”

Yan Feifan only had a moment to glance at the prescription Mr. Yu wrote before Yu Suye snatched it away.

She declared that the herbs for this prescription had to be prepared and decocted at her family’s apothecary to ensure their potency.

Yan Feifan didn’t care where the herbs were prepared.

But the thought of having to take this medicine for three months gave him a headache.

Moreover, after three months, the prescription would be adjusted based on another pulse reading, and he’d have to continue taking it.

The only thing Yan Feifan was thankful for was that he didn’t have to take it every day—only one dose every five days.

After all, many herbs used in Chinese medicine grow in the ground for years and years. They either have some level of toxicity or exceed heavy metal limits.

If he had to drink Chinese medicine every day, even if his stomach could handle it, his liver and kidneys wouldn’t be able to…

After bidding farewell to Mr. Yu, Yan Feifan walked out of the office. He looked down the somewhat empty hallway and said, “Su Ye, didn’t you say my visit this time was like challenging your dojo?”

“How come I don’t see any of your brothers and sisters, all fired up and ready to defend the Yu Family’s honor?”

“Don’t even mention it!”

Yu Suye said, frustrated by their lack of spirit, “They all chickened out.”

“Chickened out?” Yan Feifan pressed.

Yu Suye sighed. “You’re not even twenty-five, and you can perform the Puncture Injection Skill that even attending neurosurgeons can’t do.”

“You can also perform severed finger reattachment surgery.”

“And your plastic surgery skills are at the attending level, if not even better.”

“Once they saw your file, they just wilted. They said only a monster could do what you do.”

Yu Suye said glumly, “We can’t very well have the main doctors from our uncles’ generation compete against you.”

“Since they can’t compare, they can only stay far away from you.”

Yan Feifan couldn’t help but laugh. “I was actually worried about that. Since there’s no academic exchange session…”

“I guess I can head back to Binhai early today.”

Yu Suye pouted like a little girl and said, “Feifan, about that liver cancer patient my hospital director uncle mentioned…”

“Have you figured out a puncture plan yet?”

“My uncle, the director, said that if you can pull it off, there will be a huge reward in it for you…”

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