Overpowered Resident Doctor-Chapter 72: Charity Fundraising

At 7:00 PM, Yan Feifan arrived at a lab in the plastic surgery center.

He saw Wang Chuan arranging several skeletal specimens of cleft palates.

"Feifan, Tang Zheng has invited Ge Xianghui, the attending physician from Oral Surgery, to jointly perform that cleft lip surgery."

"Are you still determined to handle the entire surgery by yourself?"

’Ge Xianghui?!’

The name sounded somewhat familiar to Yan Feifan.

He thought for a moment and recalled that this name, along with Tang Zheng’s, was on the list for the research grant awards announced by the hospital on Friday.

Both were in the 500,000 yuan tier.

Yan Feifan said confidently, "Director, I’m confident I can complete the entire surgical procedure by myself and do an even better job."

Wang Chuan looked at Yan Feifan and said in a teasing tone, "Feifan, is it that you just can’t find anyone to help you?"

"If that’s really the case, I can step in and help you invite someone."

Yan Feifan’s face darkened. His voice rose an octave as he argued, "I’m just confident! I don’t see the need to ask for anyone’s help."

Wang Chuan chuckled. "As long as you’re confident."

"These are skull specimens with different types of cleft palates that I gathered from around the hospital. I’ll use them to explain the repair procedure to you."

Seeing the conversation had turned serious, Yan Feifan composed himself, moved closer to Wang Chuan, and listened attentively as he explained...

Wang Chuan’s explanation was clear and very detailed.

As Yan Feifan listened, he converted the description into a mental movie, playing it in his mind to aid comprehension and memory...

Nearly two hours later, after finishing his lesson, Wang Chuan put away the specimens and led Yan Feifan to his office.

Wang Chuan sat down by the coffee table and began to brew some tea.

"I heard from Mrs. Hua that your sister, Tian Yu, and Yanyan had a great time together. Yanyan was even laughing from time to time..."

"This is the first time Yanyan has ever taken the initiative to invite someone to stay overnight at our house."

Wang Chuan suddenly asked, "Feifan, have I been too overprotective? Was I wrong to keep Yanyan sheltered at home?"

Yan Feifan shook his head. "I don’t know. Yanyan is seventeen, and she’s read so many books."

"It’s possible that her way of thinking has suddenly matured."

Wang Chuan nodded slowly, then chuckled softly. "Meeting you and your sister has been a great blessing in my life."

Yan Feifan replied humbly, "It’s been a blessing for my sister and me as well."

Wang Chuan’s eyes crinkled into a smile. "I heard that Mr. Qin has formally issued a challenge to Mrs. Yu."

"They’ve agreed that in one year, their respective students will each perform a toe-to-thumb transplant surgery as the lead surgeon."

Yan Feifan was stunned. "Really?"

Wang Chuan nodded. "The news came from Mr. Chen’s side."

"That teacher of yours, Mrs. Qin, has absolute confidence in you."

"To have you possess the skill of at least an associate chief physician in trauma surgery within a year."

"But, speaking of which..."

Wang Chuan looked at Yan Feifan, his eyes shining. "Your fundamental skills are even more solid and profound than I imagined."

"More importantly, you’re an extremely fast learner. You get things instantly, and with just a little practice, you can reach a very high level."

"I should probably be a bit more ambitious with my expectations for you..."

「The next day, April 5th, was a Sunday.」

It was a beautiful day in Binhai, with a warm spring breeze, a gentle sun, and a few thin clouds—perfect weather for an outing.

At nearly 8:00 AM, Yan Feifan, dressed in a light-colored Nike tracksuit, was waiting at the east gate of the Zuimo Court District for Xiao Man.

She arrived in a red two-door MG.

Yan Feifan got into the passenger seat and saw that Xiao Man was wearing a casual, blazer-style outfit with a silk scarf tied around her neck, perfectly concealing the medical tape on her wound.

This made Yan Feifan feel a bit apologetic. He said sincerely, "Mr. Xiao, I’m sorry to have troubled you."

Xiao Man pulled the car into a traffic lane and said nonchalantly, "It’s nothing. I’d just be idle at home anyway. Having something to do keeps me from overthinking."

She glanced at Yan Feifan and asked, "Do you know how to play golf?"

Yan Feifan shook his head and asked with some concern, "Do I need to play golf to please this big boss?"

Xiao Man laughed. "No, you don’t. This is a legitimate charity fundraiser. We don’t need to do any of that shady stuff."

"However, if you did know how to play, you’d have more to talk about with them..."

The two chatted casually on the way and arrived at the Phoenix Tail Mountain Golf Club in the southern suburbs at nearly 10:00 AM.

According to Xiao Man, the club boasted a standard 18-hole golf course.

Most of Binhai’s wealthy elite were members of this club.

The person who had invited Xiao Man today was an imported wine distributor worth over a hundred million.

Yan Feifan and Xiao Man walked into the club without any issue and found the boss at the driving range.

He was teaching his grandson and granddaughter how to swing a golf club, presenting a heartwarming scene of familial affection.

The boss was quite straightforward.

After listening to a brief introduction from Xiao Man and Yan Feifan, he directly wrote out a cashier’s check.

But the amount on the check...

After leaving the driving range, Xiao Man saw Yan Feifan’s gloomy expression and asked, "Are you upset? Do you feel insulted?"

Yan Feifan wanted to shake his head but ended up nodding. "A little. It’s only sixty thousand yuan. That’s barely enough for one major plastic surgery for a child from the orphanage."

"It’s not nearly enough to buy a cochlear implant."

"Mrs. Man, didn’t you say the cheapest membership here costs six hundred thousand yuan?"

Xiao Man smiled faintly. "Feifan, I’m just a junior reporter, and you’re just a resident doctor."

"He just glanced at the materials, listened to our brief introduction, and gave us sixty thousand so we wouldn’t leave empty-handed."

"That’s more than good enough."

Xiao Man sighed softly. "Those incidents you see on the news, with donations of millions or tens of millions? You have no idea how much groundwork was laid beforehand."

"In many cases, they only happen because both sides have something to gain."

Yan Feifan said in a dejected tone, "Mrs. Man, I understand what you’re saying."

"We’re the ones coming to them to ask for money."

"Even if someone only gives a hundred yuan, or even one yuan, they’ve still contributed to charity and public welfare, and we should be grateful."

"It’s just..."

Xiao Man smiled. "You can’t morally blackmail people when it comes to charity."

"No matter how rich others are or how extravagantly they live, that’s their right. We can’t just assume they ought to donate a certain amount to us."

Yan Feifan admitted, "I understand that principle, too."

"It’s just that it’s hard not to feel a little upset when you see them spend money like water, living it up, but then be stingy with donations to help poor children."

After a pause, he asked, "Mrs. Man, are we heading back now?"

Xiao Man looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, then at the vast expanse of grass before them. "The weather is so nice, and it’s the weekend. There are probably a lot of people here to play golf."

"We rarely get a chance to come here. Let’s go! To the course!"

"We might run into another boss or two that I know..."