Overpowered Resident Doctor-Chapter 82: Crazy Woman

It was a little after 6:30 in the evening. Yan Feifan, having just finished dinner, was waiting at the south gate of the Affiliated Hospital. After about four or five minutes, a flashy, orange-red Mercedes sports car roared to a stop in front of him.

As the car door swung upward like a bird's wing, Yan Feifan saw a familiar, beautiful face.

It was Song Yan's sister, Song Yi, her face as expressionless as ever.

Yan Feifan couldn't help but grimace. 'Another female driver.'

He'd gotten into an accident in his sister's car, and another one while riding with Xiao Man.

The accident Yan Feifan had been in back in Chuanzhong also involved a female driver.

Objectively speaking, the driver wasn't really to blame for the accident in Chuanzhong; it was just a case of bad luck.

But connecting all these incidents together had left Yan Feifan with a considerable phobia of female drivers.

He cautiously got into the car. Just as he fastened his seatbelt, the car shot forward with a ROAR.

The powerful force pressing him into his seat and the illusion of the scenery rushing into his eyes scared Yan Feifan so much that he squeezed his eyes shut and gripped the handle on the door with his right hand.

Yan Feifan managed to control himself and didn't cry out.

"As a surgeon, you should have the composure of a great general, unflinching even if a mountain crumbles before you. How can you become a famous doctor when you're this panicked?"

This mocking voice Yan Feifan heard wasn't Song Yi's; it was Yiyi, popping up in his mind.

'Yiyi, don't just stand there making snide remarks. Who says doctors can't have phobias?'

Yan Feifan defended himself, 'Besides, if I were focused on performing a surgery, completely absorbed, I wouldn't even be scared if a train came barreling toward me.'

"Easy for you to say..."

Yiyi added provocatively, "Yan Feifan, why don't you try simulating a cleft lip surgery for me right now, in this environment?"

'Bring it on. I'll show you just how steady I can be...'

Unwilling to back down, Yan Feifan accepted the challenge.

He was quite confident, but his subsequent attempt made him realize he had greatly overestimated himself.

Or rather, he had underestimated Song Yi's craziness.

This woman drove like she was in a hurry to reincarnate, weaving left and right through the congested traffic, shooting forward into any gap she could find.

She was constantly accelerating, decelerating, and changing lanes.

The thrill of repeatedly coming within a hair's breadth of crashing into other cars kept Yan Feifan's heart lodged in his throat.

In a situation like this, how could he possibly have the presence of mind to simulate a surgery?

Yan Feifan didn't even dare to nag her with reminders, terrified that if he distracted this madwoman, they would have a "close encounter" the very next second...

When the car finally reached the high-tech park in Binjiang New District and stopped in an underground parking garage, Yan Feifan scrambled out, unable to wait another second.

The moment his feet touched solid ground, Yan Feifan's legs felt so weak he nearly collapsed to his knees.

"Yan Feifan, you lose!"

Hearing Yiyi's gloating voice in his mind, Yan Feifan muttered resentfully, 'This woman is a complete lunatic.'

Just then, he saw Song Yi, who had also gotten out of the car, gesture for him to proceed with a placid expression.

At that moment, Yan Feifan was both furious with and terrified of this madwoman.

Her insane driving earlier seemed like a deliberate attempt to intimidate him or mess with him.

'I haven't done anything to offend her.'

He felt like turning around and walking away, but he was worried that doing so would make this woman fly off the handle and do something reckless.

In the end, Yan Feifan relented and followed Song Yi toward the elevator...

On the seventh floor, he followed Song Yi out of the elevator and into Rock Technology Company, where he was surprised to find the main office area full of employees engrossed in their work.

It was nearly 8:00 PM, and at least thirty or forty people were still working.

This reminded Yan Feifan of the rumored work schedules in the tech world, the so-called "996," "807," "716," and "007" systems.

Compared to these inhuman work schedules, he couldn't help but think that being a resident doctor, often called a "hospital dog," was actually quite fortunate.

He then followed Song Yi up a flight of stairs to the second floor, where they both put on shoe covers, white lab coats, and caps to prevent hair from falling out.

After passing through an air shower to remove dust and static, Yan Feifan entered a laboratory filled with all sorts of equipment and saw Song Yan, who was dressed in the same attire.

"Mr. Yan, welcome to my laboratory..."

Yan Feifan cut him off bluntly, "Let's just get started. I'd like to go home and rest early."

Song Yan smiled and said, "Alright, let's begin."

He handed Yan Feifan a circuit board about four by five centimeters in size and pointed to a large screen on the wall.

"This is the base template."

"What you need to do is etch some connecting lines, sever other lines, and solder on some components onto this base template."

"I've marked all the necessary changes in different colors..."

Yan Feifan looked at the greatly magnified image of the circuit board on the big screen, noting the connecting lines in different colors and the labeled components.

"Add sixteen lines; sever twenty-one lines; solder thirty-one miscellaneous components."

Song Yan paused for a moment, stunned, then chuckled. "Mr. Yan, your memory and mental calculation abilities are astonishing."

"That's the exact number of modifications needed."

"Mr. Yan, let me demonstrate how to use this soldering and etching equipment and these tools..."

The equipment Song Yan had prepared was quite delicate, as it was designed to be used under a microscope.

However, compared to the surgical equipment used for suturing millimeter-scale blood vessels and nerves under a microscope, it seemed rather crude.

Yan Feifan practiced with them briefly, quickly mastered the equipment and tools, and then began the practical work on the micro-operation platform.

Song Yan and Song Yi watched Yan Feifan's progress in real-time on the large screen, which displayed the feed from the micro-operation, and offered assistance...

Scribing lines, severing connections, soldering components—for Yan Feifan, this was all too easy.

After all, he was working with a sufficiently hard object that stayed perfectly still and wouldn't move around on its own.

It was nothing like soft, easily deformable blood vessels and nerves, which required precise control of force and could slip out of the surgical field or be torn with the slightest carelessness.

After getting used to the controls, Yan Feifan subconsciously picked up his pace...

On the big screen, the Song siblings watched, their eyes wide with astonishment, as Yan Feifan's movements flowed like water. The etched lines were perfectly straight and of uniform depth...

Nearly an hour later, Song Yan took the finished circuit board and said in disbelief, "Mr. Yan, I originally thought we'd be lucky to get one success out of ten attempts."

"I never expected you to succeed on your very first try, and so perfectly at that."

Yan Feifan replied in a calm but incredibly impressive tone, "The patient on the operating table only gives us one chance."

A look of profound respect appeared on Song Yan's face. He said, "Doctors... are truly remarkable!"

After a pause, he continued, "Mr. Yan, I need to run various tests on this circuit board. To prevent it from being damaged during testing, I'll need at least three more..."

Yan Feifan successfully completed the next three, averaging thirty-five minutes per board.

Yan Feifan handed the last circuit board to Song Yi and noticed Song Yan completely absorbed in his work on some equipment nearby.

Noticing it was already past 11:00 PM, he felt a doctor's sense of responsibility and advised Song Yi, "Your brother needs to get some rest."

Song Yi looked at Song Yan, a pained expression on her face, and said softly, "Research and development is his life. I can't persuade him."

She then turned her gaze back to Yan Feifan and said, "Mr. Yan, I'll drive you back!"

Yan Feifan quickly shook his head and refused. "No, no! I can just get a cab."

"You should stay here with your brother."

Song Yi didn't insist. "Then I'll at least walk you out."

Yan Feifan left the lab, and as he passed through the main office, he was startled to see that seven or eight employees were still at work.

Escorted by Song Yi, the two of them left the building together.

Yan Feifan stopped walking, about to politely say something like, "You can stop here..."

A sudden sense of alarm, a sixth sense perhaps, made him violently shove Song Yi and take a step back himself...

A dark shadow fell with a CRASH right in front of Yan Feifan, making the ground tremble...

The thick stench of blood filled the air...