Overpowered Resident Doctor

Chapter 533: Chapter 532: Let Me Off the Hook

The replantation surgery on Dr. Gon’s left thumb finished a little after midnight. Yan Feifan and Yu Suye decided not to return to Zuimo Court.

The two went to the director’s office in the plastic surgery center, washed up briefly, and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Around eight in the morning, the couple was woken up for breakfast. It was then they learned from his sister that a serious confrontation had occurred outside the operating area last night.

"That Mr. Qin is such a shameless old man. So unscrupulous!"

Before her brother could even ask, Yan Ziruo said indignantly, "Feifan, he later proposed that *you* should be the one to decide. You were to choose whether to continue Dr. Gon’s thumb replantation or go perform the aspiration and injection surgery for his brain tumor patient..."

Yu Suye couldn’t help but interrupt. "Sis, we were in the operating room last night, but no one came in to tell us about this."

"That’s because Mr. Hou stopped them."

Yan Ziruo declared, "Mr. Hou said it wasn’t an easy decision to make."

"’If Yan Feifan didn’t treat the brain tumor patient, who was in mortal danger, he would be heartless. But if he abandoned his colleague mid-surgery, he’d be disloyal.’"

"’If someone else performed the thumb replantation for Dr. Gon and there were any flaws, Dr. Gon would inevitably hold a grudge.’"

"’So, let’s not put Yan Feifan in such a difficult position.’"

Yan Ziruo vividly imitated Mr. Hou’s tone. After finishing, she put her hands on her hips and continued, "’Our hospital operates on a primary surgeon responsibility system. Since Yan Feifan has already started as the primary surgeon, we should not interrupt him.’"

"And just like that, Mr. Qin slinked away."

Yan Ziruo huffed, "Feifan, you’ve only been back at work for a few short months, and now it seems like this whole huge hospital can’t function without you."

Yu Suye chuckled lightly. "Sis, isn’t that a good thing? Being indispensable is much better than being optional."

Yan Feifan took a sip of the soy milk his sister had brought and asked, "What happened to that brain tumor patient?"

Yan Ziruo shook her head. "I don’t know, and I couldn’t be bothered to ask."

She then advised, "Feifan, don’t go looking for more responsibility. The hospital gets several brain tumor patients every day. You could work yourself to death and still not be able to save them all."

Yan Feifan rolled his eyes at his sister. "Sis, you don’t have to think of me as some kind of saint."

"I do my best to treat every patient I take on, but I also know my limits."

"This whole ’give my all until my dying day’ thing? That’s not something I’m capable of..."

Just as Yan Feifan and Yu Suye finished breakfast and were cleaning up, Wang Chuan pushed the door open and entered.

"Feifan, I heard about the confrontation last night, too."

Wang Chuan sighed softly. "I didn’t expect Mr. Hou to be so willing to take charge. By making that decision, he essentially shouldered all the responsibility."

"Hey, Feifan..."p>

His tone was probing. "If you had been the one to choose, what would you have done?"

Yan Feifan wasn’t falling for that. He snorted, "Mr. Wang, I don’t answer hypothetical ’what if’ questions."

Wang Chuan smiled gently. "That choice, in fact, wasn’t so difficult to make."

"However, Feifan..."

Wang Chuan’s tone grew serious. "You should be aware that you have a high chance of facing choices far more difficult than this."

"For example, two brain tumor patients, both critically ill. One is eighteen, the other is thirty-eight. Which one do you save?"

Yan Feifan answered without thinking, "I’d save the one with the lowest surgical risk and the best prognosis."

Wang Chuan chuckled. "It’s easy for you to state your criteria now. But when you’re actually in that situation, you’ll be facing the desperate pleas of two families, and maybe even requests from your superiors and colleagues..."

Yan Feifan quickly cut him off. "Maybe I’ll be lucky and never have to face such a cruel choice in my entire life."

Seeing Wang Chuan’s sarcastic expression, Yan Feifan argued defiantly, "Mr. Wang, isn’t this the kind of thing you decide on the spot, based on the actual circumstances, only when you truly encounter it?"

"Making all sorts of hypotheses now is just looking for trouble and making things hard on myself, in my opinion."

Wang Chuan, momentarily speechless, was about to retort when Yan Ziruo cut in.

"I’m telling you two, is there any need to argue back and forth about something that hasn’t even happened?"

"You’re both busy people, and it’s getting late. Shouldn’t you get back to whatever you need to be doing?"

Yan Feifan glanced at the time—it was already past 8:30—and quickly left the director’s office with Yu Suye.

Yan Ziruo tidied up the breakfast containers her brother and Yu Suye had left behind, then said to Wang Chuan, "Mr. Wang, I bought an extra breakfast. Would you like it?"

Wang Chuan saw the breakfast on the coffee table was pan-fried buns and asked, "From that little shop on the side street, east of Lotus Fragrance Restaurant?"

Yan Ziruo hummed in affirmation and said with a smile, "The beef ones."

Wang Chuan said with satisfaction, "Their beef pan-fried buns are quite good. I suppose I can force myself to eat a little more..."

It was Tuesday, and Yan Feifan spent the entire morning in the neurosurgery department, receiving instruction from Mr. Lo Jun.

When lunchtime arrived, Yan Feifan, eager to make progress, ate while checking his emails on a tablet.

To his surprise, the patient files sent this time by both Dr. Kevin Vega and Qin Feng had, coincidentally, all become cases of intraspinal tumors.

This made Yan Feifan breathe a small sigh of relief.

Compared to brain tumors, Yan Feifan was more experienced in handling intraspinal tumors. Formulating a surgical plan for them would take relatively less time and energy.

At one in the afternoon, Yan Feifan hurried over to the director’s office in the trauma surgery department.

"Have you been to the wards?"

Yan Feifan shook his head in response to Chen Yu’s question.

Chen Yu said gloomily, "You just do the surgery and don’t stick around for the aftercare. I’m honestly so envious."

"Surgery is thirty percent of the work, nursing is seventy percent."

"The patient recovers and is discharged, but you get all the credit."

Yan Feifan chuckled. "Mr. Chen, I’d love to be responsible for the patient’s entire treatment process, but the problem is, I just don’t have the time."

After a pause, he asked, "Mr. Chen, I hope there haven’t been any problems with Zhuo Xingfa and Dr. Gon?"

"They’re both fine. It’s just that Zhuo Xingfa’s incision is still oozing a bit of blood and fluid, but the amount is within acceptable limits."

After replying, Chen Yu added irritably, "Feifan, did you know?"

"This morning, Mr. Hou found an excuse to give me a lecture."

"I’m guessing he was just taking it out on me. If I had taken over Dr. Gon’s surgery last night, none of this would have happened."

"But in an unexpected situation like that, can you really blame me?"

Chen Yu then lowered his voice. "Mr. Qin’s brain tumor patient... the surgery went smoothly, but they’ll most likely be in a vegetative state."

"I hear that patient’s family has some connections."

"Mr. Hou is probably worried they’ll try to pin the blame on us."

"That can’t be right, can it? We didn’t do anything wrong," Yan Feifan asked, confused.

Chen Yu scoffed, then sighed. "We didn’t do anything wrong, but in this day and age, people can argue their point even when they’re completely in the wrong."

"If the patient’s family finds out about what happened last night, it’s highly likely to cause some trouble."

"Alright, let’s not talk about it. Any fallout isn’t our problem anyway."

After a pause, Chen Yu asked curiously, "Feifan, what’s the deal with that young doctor, Xv Fang?"

"He’s temporarily my work assistant. I had no choice; Mr. Miao forced him on me. I couldn’t refuse."

Yan Feifan explained gloomily, adding, "For now, I’ll just keep him at arm’s length and see how he performs."

"If he does well, I’ll train him a little."

"If not, I’ll get rid of him..."

Chen Yu said, "Oh," then added tentatively, "Feifan, if you’re herding one sheep, herding two..."

"Stop... stop!"

Yan Feifan quickly made his position clear. "Mr. Chen, I really don’t have time to mentor an assistant or a student."

"Please, just give me a break, will you?"

Chen Yu huffed indignantly and said, "Feifan, I’m telling you right now, if you take on another assistant or student, you’d better consider my recommendation first."

"Absolutely, absolutely!"

Yan Feifan gave a perfunctory reply, then changed the subject. "Mr. Chen, shouldn’t we get started on this afternoon’s lesson?"