Overpowered Resident Doctor-Chapter 63: Mrs. Xia with a Story

"Sis, I encountered a case when I was doing my rotation in the emergency department..."

Yan Feifan recalled as he explained, "It was in the middle of a Saturday night. A patient who had fainted came into the ER."

"The patient was a sixty-two-year-old man."

"The person who brought him to the hospital was a delicate-looking beauty, thirty years old at most."

"At the time, we all thought she was the patient’s daughter. It was only after asking that we learned she was his wife."

Yan Ziruo curled her lip and said, "An old man with a young wife. You don’t have to say another word, I get it. The woman was definitely after his money."

Yan Feifan said unhappily, "Sis, don’t interrupt."

He continued his story. "Upon examination, the man had an extensive anterior myocardial infarction and needed immediate surgery."

"In his condition, if he didn’t have the surgery, he was ninety-nine percent certain to die. We immediately paged a cardiac surgeon."

"The cardiac surgeon came, took one look, and said the surgery was very risky, but without it, death was certain."

"But that young wife of his said she couldn’t make the decision. For something this major, they had to wait for the patient’s son to arrive!"

"We couldn’t reach the man’s son, no matter what."

"And the young wife, the one who could give consent, absolutely refused to approve the surgery."

"The result was that the man’s heart literally ruptured, and he died in the early hours of the morning!"

Yan Feifan sighed softly. "In situations like this, we as doctors only have the right to advise, not to decide. All we can do is worry helplessly."

"And in this kind of situation, you can’t even count what the woman did as murder. The law can’t touch her."

Yan Ziruo scoffed, "That woman married an old man over thirty years her senior. It definitely wasn’t for love. She had ulterior motives."

"She couldn’t wait for him to die, so of course she dragged her feet and refused to sign."

Yan Feifan grunted in agreement. "If someone doesn’t love you, it’s very possible that at a critical moment, they’ll take everything from you."

"Including, even, your life..."

Yan Ziruo scoffed lightly.

She suddenly thought of something and crowed, "Yan Feifan, my dear brother, you’d better remember one thing: your little life was once in my hands, dependent on my whim."

Yan Feifan was a little speechless, and said glumly, "My memory is just fine, I don’t need you to remind me."

"Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you for the rest of your life."

Yan Ziruo chuckled slyly and asked probingly, "Feifan, did that woman end up inheriting the old man’s estate?"

Yan Feifan shook his head. "A colleague later found out that the old man had secretly written a will leaving all his property to his son."

"Looks like the old man wasn’t stupid after all. He knew exactly what was going on and wasn’t blinded by her beauty," Yan Ziruo said with a light laugh.

"Sis, let me tell you about another couple."

Yan Feifan said in a somber voice, "The wife, twenty-eight years old, was diagnosed with stomach cancer. The tests also revealed damage to multiple organs, including her liver and kidneys, with signs of organ failure."

"Later, the cause was confirmed to be chronic nitrite poisoning."

"The wife said she rarely ate out. She had breakfast and dinner at home, and for lunch, she ate a bento box lovingly prepared by her husband."

"Given the circumstances, we also ran tests on the husband."

"The results showed that the husband’s nitrite levels were within the acceptable range."

Yan Ziruo cut in to ask, "Was it the husband who poisoned her?"

Yan Feifan nodded, saying glumly, "The attending physician felt something was fishy, so he called the police."

"Later, the police detected a not-insignificant concentration of nitrite residue in her bento box."

"During interrogation, the husband admitted that for the past year and a half, he had been sprinkling a small amount of nitrite into his wife’s bento box every day."

This case made Yan Ziruo gasp.

"What kind of grudge, what kind of hatred, would make a man so persistently poison the person sleeping next to him for a year and a half?"

Yan Feifan shook his head. "That part’s not clear."

He then used the opportunity to make his point. "It’s very important to see a person for who they truly are."

"Sis, a guy like Deng Ye can’t be trusted."

"I know, I know!"

Yan Ziruo said, a little impatiently, "I already told you, I’ve long since passed on him."

"Honestly, if I were with him, I’d really worry that if there were complications during childbirth, he’d be the one to tell the doctor to save the baby."

Hearing this, Yan Feifan rolled his eyes.

"Sis, have you been watching too many brainless TV dramas?"

"In a real-life situation, no OB-GYN is going to run out of the delivery room and foolishly ask the family, ’Save the mother or the baby?!’"

"In that scenario, the law stipulates that you save the mother..."

Around 4:00 in the afternoon, just as Yan Feifan finished treating a patient’s wound, someone came looking specifically for him.

He saw it was someone he knew: Mrs. Xia, the owner of the restaurant where Liu Yan worked.

Seeing it was her, Yan Feifan grew a little worried and asked nervously, "Mrs. Xia, is Liu Yan’s incision inflamed?"

"Or is it something else?"

"It’s not inflamed. Her incision is healing very well."

Mrs. Xia explained, then added, "I came to find you because I was hoping you could do something about the scars on my body."

As she spoke, Mrs. Xia lifted her shirt, revealing her fair, flat stomach.

On her flat stomach, Yan Feifan saw two thin, long scars, each over ten centimeters in length.

Just by looking at the shape of the scars, Yan Feifan could tell they were from a knife.

’It seems this Mrs. Xia is a woman with a story,’ he thought.

"Mrs. Xia, these scars...?"

"Mr. Yan, they’re knife wounds. I have more on other parts of my body."

Mrs. Xia lowered her shirt. After frankly admitting they were knife wounds, she explained in a detached tone, "When I was young, I was very rebellious and very ignorant. I liked to hang out with a group of delinquents."

"These scars are from fights back then."

"Later, I grew up, settled down, and stopped looking for trouble. I just focused on living and working honestly."

Mrs. Xia then said, suddenly a bit embarrassed, "Recently, someone’s been pursuing me, and I have some feelings for him too."

"So I started to worry."

"What if one day we take our clothes off, and this body full of scars scares him away?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

A blush flickered across Mrs. Xia’s face as she continued, "Mr. Yan, about the scar removal surgery you did for Liu Yan..."

"I’ve been watching her recovery over the past few days."

"In a few more days, once the redness and swelling are completely gone, you won’t be able to see a single trace of it on her face."

Mrs. Xia asked expectantly, "Mr. Yan, can you help me get rid of these scars on my body?"

’Another subject to practice on,’ Yan Feifan thought, naturally welcoming the opportunity.

He nodded and said, "Getting rid of the scars is no problem. However, this surgery won’t be free."

Mrs. Xia just waved her hand and said magnanimously, "As long as you can remove all the scars on my body, money is no object."

She then inquired, "Mr. Yan, can you do double eyelid surgery?"

"I figure I might as well get all the suffering over with at once and get my eyelids done too."

Yan Feifan studied the shape of Mrs. Xia’s eyes and said, "Double eyelid surgery is also no problem."

"Alright, Mrs. Xia, go to the plastic surgery center building, which isn’t far from here, and find Nurse Meng Yao or Ye Lin."

"Have them help you register, get the check-up done, and schedule the surgery..."

As it neared 6:00 in the evening, Yan Feifan received a call from his sister.

"Feifan, a friend of one of my girlfriends will be coming to the ER to find you before 7:00. She needs you to write her a doctor’s note for sick leave."

"The kind for at least four or five days off."

Yan Feifan instinctively refused, "Sis, that’s not right. Tell her to go to a clinic to get a sick note."

"What’s not right about it?"

Yan Ziruo tried to persuade him over the phone, "Isn’t helping write a doctor’s note a simple, very common thing to do?"

"My girlfriend said her friend’s company is pretty strict. A sick note for four or five days off from a small clinic won’t be convincing enough."

"Feifan, it’s happily decided then..."