Two cries of “Watch out!” One came from Yu Suye, her voice filled with panic and urgency.

The other came from Wang Chuan.

His voice was laced with disbelief and anger.

At that moment, Yan Feifan’s gaze shifted to his right.

He saw a glint of cold light flash past where his right hand had just been.

‘That’s…’

Yan Feifan’s gaze sharpened.

It was a slender, short-handled scalpel used for cosmetic surgery.

But where the handle should have been facing him, the tip of the blade now was.

‘The scalpel is razor-sharp…’

In an instant, goosebumps erupted all over his body.

The short-handled scalpel hung in mid-air. Jio Xin, who was holding it, seemed to snap out of her daze.

She stared at the hand gripping the scalpel, her eyes wide with disbelief and confusion.

Then, as the realization of what she had just done washed over her, Jio Xin began to tremble uncontrollably.

“I… I… I wasn’t myself…”

“I… I don’t know what happened…”

Before Jio Xin could finish, a sudden, powerful force pulled at her scrubs.

She was yanked, stumbling, away from her station.

The next moment, Wang Chuan stood in her place.

“Leave the operating room. Do not leave the center. Await further instructions.”

Jio Xin steadied herself and opened her mouth to explain, but the wary, threatening look from Wang Chuan made her stop.

She gave Yan Feifan a deep bow, turned, and dragged her heavy feet out of the operating room, one step at a time.

A moment later, the briefly interrupted surgery resumed as if the incident had never happened…

The surgery ended at 5:21 PM.

At 6:34 PM, an exhausted Yan Feifan, supported by Yu Suye, walked out of the south entrance of the hospital.

Just as Yu Suye was about to hail a taxi, a black Porsche Cayenne with temporary license plates pulled up slowly beside them.

At the same time, the front passenger window rolled down, and Tian Yu’s head popped out.

She leaned out, waving her hands excitedly. “Mr. Yan, Ruoruo and I picked up the car this afternoon!”

“Mr. Yan, you look so, so tired.”

As she spoke, Tian Yu opened the passenger door, hopped out, and helped Yu Suye guide Yan Feifan into the back seat.

Yan Ziruo, leaning over the driver’s seat, saw her younger brother collapse into the back seat like a pile of mud, and her heart ached for him.

“Feifan, how did you get this exhausted?”

Yu Suye answered for him, “Ruoruo, it was an almost nine-hour surgery. Feifan pushed through the whole thing without a break.”

“What? Was it that guy Wang Chuan?” Yan Ziruo’s eyebrows shot up in anger.

“It wasn’t Mr. Wang’s fault…”

Yu Suye quickly explained, “Feifan was the one who insisted. He said he could handle the entire surgery, so he didn’t take any breaks.”

“And he really did make it through.”

“But he collapsed the moment the surgery was over.”

Yan Feifan was too tired to even speak. He pointed a finger at Yu Suye beside him, then at Yan Ziruo in the driver’s seat.

“Feifan, what are you trying to say?” Yu Suye asked, confused.

As expected of the older sister who grew up with him, Yan Ziruo immediately guessed his meaning.

“He means he wants you to drive.”

Feeling untrusted, Yan Ziruo got out of the driver’s seat and sat next to Yan Feifan in a huff.

Though Yan Ziruo was angry, her hands weren’t idle.

She lifted one of Yan Feifan’s legs onto her lap and began to knead and massage it.

Back when Yan Feifan was in a coma, Yan Ziruo had specifically learned how to give full-body massages to prevent his muscles from atrophying. She used to give him one or two every day.

Tian Yu, sitting on his other side, followed her lead and began massaging his arm.

Yan Ziruo was massaging him, but this time she applied much more force, making Yan Feifan grimace in pain.

“You haven’t even fully recovered yet, so what are you trying to prove?”

“Feifan, I’m warning you. If you work yourself into the ground again, I won’t take care of you like I did before.”

“I’ll just let you fend for yourself.”

Yan Feifan said in a low voice, “Sis, I wasn’t trying to prove anything. I really thought I could last, that’s why I didn’t take a break!”

Yan Ziruo retorted angrily, “Not trying to prove anything? Just look at the state you’re in! You’re a useless heap, no different from a dead dog.”

Yan Feifan chuckled. “Any doctor would be this tired after a nine-hour surgery.”

“And for another, being around family I can rely on makes it easy to let the exhaustion take over. What felt like a five suddenly feels like a ten.”

Yan Ziruo snorted, but the pressure of her massage lessened considerably.

“This car, paid in full, came out to about 1.3 million.”

“Feifan, this time, our bank account is really, truly empty.”

Yan Feifan let out a soft “oh” and asked, “Sis, how did the negotiations go? Are there any results yet?”

“Speaking of the partnership negotiations, here!”

Yan Ziruo grabbed her briefcase, took out two sealed manila envelopes, and tossed them onto Yan Feifan’s lap.

“These are the proposals from Baining Medical Technology and Baiyulan Group.”

“Their terms are all written out clearly inside. You can read them and decide for yourself…”

As she spoke, the car drove into the Zuimo Court District.

A few minutes later, in his room, Yan Feifan tore open the first large envelope and took out the single page inside.

This was Baiyulan Group’s proposal. It laid out a few straightforward conditions for the partnership.

A ten million exclusive technology licensing fee.

Assistance in establishing a data analysis model until the surgical robot can put this puncture and injection technology into practical use.

Assistance with the promotional work for the surgical robot.

Priority for future collaborations.

Priority for advertising.

Yan Feifan put down the proposal and tore open the second envelope.

Inside were two A4-sized pages.

A one-time payment of six million for the exclusive technology transfer rights.

Provide no fewer than one hundred puncture and injection treatment plans within one year; Baining Medical Technology will be responsible for providing patient medical records.

If more treatment plans are needed for modeling, an additional five thousand will be paid for each extra puncture plan provided.

Assist the technology development team in completing the application and implementation of this technique on the surgical robot.

A one-time bonus of two million upon reaching the standard for practical application.

After it is put into practical use, for every puncture and injection surgery completed by the surgical robot, receive a ten percent commission of the company’s revenue from that surgery, for a period of ten years.

Priority rights for future collaborations.

Priority for advertising.

Sponsorship for research and development: Depending on the scale and potential applications of a research project, they will provide additional funding of at least ten percent of whatever R&D funds Mr. Yan secures.

This sponsorship comes with no strings attached.

Valid for five years.

After five years, a decision on whether to continue this sponsorship agreement will be made based on the quality of the research results from that five-year period.

Yan Feifan placed the two proposals side-by-side on his desk, contemplating which one to choose…

「Affiliated Hospital, Plastic Surgery Center, Director’s Office.」

Wang Chuan’s face was ashen as he stared at Jio Xin, who stood before him.

“I’ve reviewed the surveillance footage repeatedly. If Yan Feifan hadn’t pulled his hand back in time…”

“That scalpel would have sliced the base of his index finger.”

“Jio Xin, you’ve been with me for six years. In all that time, you’ve never once made a mistake or had an accident.”

“So tell me, why did you do it?”

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