Overpowered Resident Doctor

Chapter 529: Chapter 528: A Definite Answer

After nine o’clock that evening, when the Tian family’s banquet ended, Yan Feifan, his uncle, and Feng Jian all went to the restroom.

As soon as they entered the men’s restroom, Yan Feifan couldn’t help but say, "Uncle, I’ve really got to hand it to you."

"How long have you and Mrs. Xia even known each other? And you’ve already made such a rash decision to get married?"

"It’s a complete joke!"

Shu Lei chuckled. "Is it really that short?"

"Feifan, I once had two crewmate colleagues. They went on a blind date, got engaged, and then got married, all in less than two weeks."

"And plenty of migrant workers go on blind dates before the Spring Festival, get married right after, and then head off to work in another city together."

Shu Lei sighed lightly. "Besides, at my age, I don’t have all the time in the world like you young people."

"Once you’ve found the right person, you just get straight to the point and get married."

"If they don’t agree, you hurry up and find the next one."

Yan Feifan rolled his eyes. "Uncle, that just sounds like a partnership of convenience, not the love-filled proposal you just gave."

Shu Lei laughed heartily. "You little punk, you just don’t get it, do you? This is what love is like at our age."

"Both sides have feelings for each other and are satisfied with each other’s circumstances, so they get together."

"Love doesn’t have to be some passionate, earth-shattering affair."

After a pause, Shu Lei’s expression turned worried. "It’s just... I do feel like it was a bit rash."

"I have this feeling of having gone from the frying pan into the fire."

"The frying pan?" Yan Feifan was a bit confused.

Shu Lei shot Yan Feifan a sideways glance. "I’m talking about your sister. Being hounded by her endless questions and supervision all day is no picnic."

"Hey, Feifan, let’s get this straight. If I ever get beaten to a pulp, you have to promise to come save me!"

Yan Feifan chuckled softly. "Of course. You’re my uncle, my own flesh and blood. I won’t let you get beaten to a pulp."

Just as Shu Lei was nodding in satisfaction, Yan Feifan continued, "I’ll give Mrs. Xia a crash course..."

"...on how to inflict severe pain without causing any permanent damage..."

After taking care of business, Yan Feifan and the other two were the first to arrive at the elevators, where they waited for the others.

A moment later, a girl about Xiaoyu’s age walked over, accompanied by a few people. She was cupping her chin, her eyes welling with tears.

The group included old and young alike; they looked like a family of three generations out for dinner.

Seeing the girl’s pitiful expression, Yan Feifan couldn’t help but ask, "What happened to her? Did she get scolded?"

"She let out a huge, huge sneeze, and her jaw popped out."

The elegant woman who answered must have been the girl’s mother. She was trying her hardest to keep a straight face and not burst out laughing.

But her poorly-suppressed expression just made the girl stomp her foot in frustration.

Yan Feifan found it amusing, too.

"Actually, the force of a human sneeze is incredibly powerful. The throat, chest, and abdominal muscles contract in sequence, building on each other’s strength."

"The air in your body is compressed and then suddenly expelled through your nose and mouth. The resulting airflow can reach speeds of nearly 100 miles per hour, spraying droplets several meters away. That’s comparable to a major typhoon."

Yan Feifan offered this bit of trivia and then continued, "When you sneeze, your mouth inevitably opens as wide as it can. With the powerful vibration from the airflow, it’s possible for your jaw to become dislocated."

He raised a hand and offered, "I’m a doctor from the Affiliated Hospital. If you don’t mind, I can help reset it."

"If it’s not too much trouble, thank you so much," the girl’s mother replied politely, then gestured to her daughter.

"Xixi, come here, quick!"

Meeting Yan Feifan’s gaze, the girl shuffled forward bashfully.

Yan Feifan cradled the girl’s chin with one hand. He gripped the joint at the front of her jawbone with his thumb, index, and middle fingers, aimed it toward the socket, and gave it a sudden forward push.

With a crisp CLICK of bone, the girl’s jaw was successfully reset.

But the jarring mix of relief and pain that followed was too much for the girl to bear, and tears streamed down her face.

Yan Feifan withdrew his hand, not forgetting to add a warning, "For the next two weeks, don’t sing, don’t open your mouth wide to eat or drink, and when you yawn or sneeze, hold your chin to keep it from dislocating again."

Just then, the elevator doors opened.

The family expressed their gratitude to Yan Feifan and were the first to enter the elevator to go down.

Yan Feifan’s group waited another minute or two before the three members of the Tian family, along with Yan Ziruo, Yu Suye, and Mrs. Xia, finally arrived...

They split into three groups at the hotel entrance.

Mrs. Tian, who hadn’t been drinking, drove Mr. Tian and Xiaoyu home.

Shu Lei and Mrs. Xia went back to Xinfeng Restaurant together.

Feng Jian drove the Yan siblings and Yu Suye back to Zuimo Court.

Once back at their place, the Yan siblings and Yu Suye went to wash up. With three bathrooms in the house, they didn’t get in each other’s way.

While Yan Feifan was brushing his teeth, his sister barged right in.

"I can’t believe it, Uncle is getting married. It feels like a dream."

Yan Ziruo sighed with emotion, then asked, "Feifan, did it stir up any feelings for you?"

With his mouth full of toothpaste foam, Yan Feifan mumbled, "Uncle’s proposal was just a physiological impulse driven by dopamine."

"Still, I’m happy to see our plan succeed so quickly."

"Relatively speaking, Mrs. Xia is more intimidating than we are. I’m optimistic about Uncle’s future."

Yan Ziruo slapped Yan Feifan lightly. "That’s not what I’m asking about. Feifan, don’t you have any... thoughts in that department?"

"You and Su Ye are basically living together now."

"I noticed that while Uncle was proposing, Su Ye kept stealing glances at you."

Yan Feifan rinsed his mouth and gave a non-answer. "There’s a natural order to things. After Uncle gets married, Sis, it’ll be your turn."

Yan Ziruo rolled her eyes and said smugly, "Please. I’m gorgeous, have a villa and a luxury car, and am worth hundreds of millions. How could any ordinary man be worthy of me?"

"I’m in no rush to find a boyfriend!"

"The eldest sister is like a mother, and my biggest worry is you, Feifan."

"If you would just hurry up and marry Su Ye, and have a kid or two, then all my worries would disappear."

Yan Feifan scoffed, saying with a hint of impatience, "Sis, just stay out of my business with Su Ye."

"How can I not worry?"

Growing anxious, Yan Ziruo said with a serious expression, "Feifan, everyone in the entire hospital knows you and Su Ye are together."

"Besides, Su Ye has already broken ties with her family."

"Feifan, what are you really thinking?"

"You can afford to drag your feet, but Su Ye is a woman. You need to give her a clear answer."

Yan Feifan scratched his head and confessed, "Sis, I really like Su Ye. I feel... comfortable with her."

"It’s just... it’s just that when I think about marriage, I get scared."

"And when I think about kids, I panic even more!"

Yan Ziruo reached out, touched her brother’s face, and sighed. "I know. Mom and Dad’s separation left you with a deep psychological scar."

After a moment of silence, she suggested, "Let’s not talk about marriage for now. You could get engaged first, to give Su Ye some peace of mind..."

Up in the attic, Yu Suye finished washing up, leaned against the headboard, and picked up a medical book from the nightstand to flip through.

A moment later, Yan Feifan walked in, hugging a pillow.

"I have the phalloplasty surgery tomorrow, so I need to conserve my strength and spirit. I’m just here to sleep!"

Yan Feifan added, "And sleeping with you is... comfortable."

Yu Suye’s face blossomed into a smile. She scooted over, patted the empty space beside her, and said, "Come on, I’ll pat you to sleep..."