Overpowered Resident Doctor

Chapter 422: Chapter 421: A Conflict Triggered by a Single Sentence

At noon, Yan Feifan had lunch with his sister and Yu Suye.

After he recounted the morning’s events, Yan Ziruo said in approval, "Feifan, you did the right thing. You’ve matured."

"China is a society built on personal connections. We can’t just shut ourselves off from the world."

"Some things you just have to do, even if you don’t want to."

Yu Suye added softly, "Patients pulling strings to get connections... they’re truly relentless. My brother said he’s received plenty of requests for favors just because he’s my brother."

Yan Feifan smiled. "Isn’t there that sociological theory? That you can connect to anyone in the world through six people. Patients will always find a way to get to me through someone I know."

He then added with a sigh, "You ask me for a favor, I ask you for one. I help others, and others, in turn, help me."

Yan Ziruo chuckled. "Feifan, it’s a good thing you chose to become a doctor. You have enough capital to ask others for favors."

"If you’d gone into any other field, with your antisocial, aloof, and proud personality, you’d probably hit a wall everywhere you turned."

Yan Feifan scoffed lightly and said with a touch of smugness, "Sis, gold shines no matter where you put it."

"Someone like me would be as dazzling as the sun in any industry."

Yan Ziruo just pursed her lips and huffed, "Keep on bragging. Don’t forget the old saying: a man’s greatest fear is choosing the wrong career."

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After a pause, she changed the subject. "Hey, Feifan, have you contacted Mr. Liang from Cardiothoracic Surgery?"

Yan Feifan took a sip of his seaweed and egg drop soup. "I have. They’re coming to the hospital early this Friday for an examination and to handle the admission paperwork."

"Mr. Liang will work overtime on Saturday to perform the surgery on the child."

Yan Ziruo said happily, "Great! After lunch, I’ll tell Jee Mingzhi so he can let his relative know."

"Oh, Feifan..."

Yan Ziruo asked curiously, "I heard that for this septal defect repair surgery, Dr. Zhou Xian from Cardiothoracic Surgery is the most famous."

"Is that true?"

Yan Feifan asked back, slightly displeased, "Did *that guy* tell you that?"

Yan Ziruo quickly shook her head and explained, "A colleague in finance told me. She said Dr. Zhou is the best at this type of surgery."

Yan Feifan snorted. "Dr. Zhou is indeed the most proficient at septal defect repair surgeries, but that doesn’t mean he’s the best at it in the Cardiothoracic department."

"As a cardiothoracic expert, Mr. Liang often performs highly difficult, widely recognized surgeries like aortic arch replacement and congenital heart defect repairs."

Yan Ziruo asked, a little confused, "Isn’t a heart transplant the most difficult cardiothoracic surgery?"

Yu Suye explained, "Ziruo, organ transplants like heart transplants have now become standardized procedures."

"In terms of difficulty, they’re at least a level below the two examples Feifan just gave."

Yan Ziruo murmured an "oh," and then heard her brother continue, "Besides, it’s heart surgery on a child. With Mr. Liang as the lead surgeon, he can properly handle any unexpected situations that might arise during the operation."

"Of course..."

Yan Feifan added casually, "The reason I didn’t approach Dr. Zhou in the first place is that I don’t know him well. We’re not on speaking terms."

Yan Ziruo chuckled again. "So not knowing him well is the real reason, huh? And here you were giving me that whole high-and-mighty explanation."

Yu Suye defended him, "Ziruo, having Mr. Liang lead this septal defect repair is definitely a better choice than Dr. Zhou."

Just then, a voice abruptly cut in.

"Is that your own opinion, or did someone tell you that?"

Yan Feifan followed the voice and looked up to see a short-haired woman in her early thirties with a flat nose and thick lips standing beside Yu Suye, her expression cold.

He didn’t recognize her.

’But since she’s eating in the employee cafeteria, she’s almost certainly one of the hospital’s medical staff.’

Her words were filled with a questioning tone that Yan Feifan did not like. Not at all.

He retorted bluntly, "What does this have to do with you?"

The flat-nosed woman whipped her gaze toward Yan Feifan and said loudly, "What do you mean, what does it have to do with me?"

"Dr. Zhou is my mentor."

"His skill in septal defect repair surgery is recognized by the department, by the entire hospital, and widely acknowledged by the public."

"Mr. Yan, you may have achieved some success and been put on a pedestal by many, but you can’t just casually belittle a senior colleague, especially when it comes to a widely accepted fact."

Her words were harsh, instantly making Yan Ziruo and Yu Suye glare at her in anger.

’It was just a casual conversation, but this crazy woman had to show up and make a big deal out of nothing.’

Just as the two of them were about to retaliate, they saw Yan Feifan wave a hand at them. He began to speak, "At the Affiliated Hospital, I’ve only ever heard the saying: ’For septal defects, see Zhou Xian; for the duodenum, count on Peng Ling.’"

"I’ve never once heard that Dr. Zhou’s septal defect repair surgery is the best in the entire department."

Yan Feifan met the flat-nosed woman’s gaze and asked slowly, "Are you sure Dr. Zhou is number one in this type of surgery?"

"Of course he’s number one!"

The flat-nosed woman questioned angrily, "Mr. Yan, is there a problem with your comprehension skills?"

"The saying goes, ’For septal defects, see Zhou Xian.’ When patients look for a doctor, they’re obviously looking for the best one. Why would they seek out number two or number three?"

Yan Feifan gave a faint smile. "This is the age of marketing. The most famous name isn’t necessarily the best."

"The simplest example is plastic surgeons. The so-called experts plastered all over advertisements are all from private cosmetic clinics."

"And we’re all aware of their skill level."

The flat-nosed woman’s breathing grew heavy. She said angrily, "Don’t you dare compare Dr. Zhou to those plastic surgeons."

"That saying, ’For septal defects, see Zhou Xian,’ wasn’t created by an ad campaign! It’s word-of-mouth reputation built up by patients, spreading from one to the next. It’s the highest praise and recognition for Dr. Zhou."

Yan Feifan secretly pursed his lips at her words.

’He didn’t believe for a second that there wasn’t someone with a vested interest secretly promoting that phrase. Patients leave after their surgery is done. At most, out of gratitude, they might send the doctor a silk banner. For a surgery like septal defect repair, a patient wouldn’t be able to judge which doctor is slightly better or worse. The people who spread that saying must be industry insiders. Colleagues in the same department are competitors to some extent, so they most likely wouldn’t be the ones promoting him. The ones hyping this up are either the man himself, or his assistants, students, and friends. Besides, septal defect repair isn’t a particularly difficult surgery. It’s just that there are a lot of patients with this congenital condition. Any doctor with real ambition would look down on using such a common, non-innovative surgery to brandish their technical skills. Even someone like him, Yan Feifan, would definitely be unhappy if he were confined to the domain of his unique puncture and injection surgery...’

In that moment, a lot went through Yan Feifan’s mind. Though he didn’t say anything, it showed on his face.

The flat-nosed woman caught the look of disdain on Yan Feifan’s face and, in a fit of anger, slammed her hand on the dining table.

"Yan Feifan, you refuse to acknowledge Dr. Zhou’s skill in this surgery, yet you go and suck up to Mr. Liang."

"Do you dare come with me to the Cardiothoracic department and let qualified doctors make an impartial judgment?"