Overpowered Resident Doctor-Chapter 116: Money, Enough Is Good

On Tuesday afternoon, Sun Xun visited Sun Yao at the detention center again.

"What awful thing has happened now?"

Faced with his older brother’s direct question, Sun Xun touched his face and asked, "Is it that obvious?"

"More than obvious. ’Worry’ and ’misery’ are practically carved into your forehead."

Sun Yao urged impatiently, "Hurry up and say it. Don’t beat around the bush. What’s their next big move?"

Sun Xun reported in a low voice, "Binhai City TV Station’s evening program, *People’s Interview*, covered the incident."

Sun Yao’s brow furrowed. "So they reported it. What’s one more problem?"

"Hey, did you hire the PR people and paid commenters I told you to?"

"What about those articles slandering us?"

"What was the result?"

Sun Xun said quietly, "I hired them, but with the surveillance video and the official report from the police station... it’s not easy to steer public opinion online."

"As for the articles defaming us, we’ve hired a lawyer to gather evidence."

He paused, then said hesitantly, "Bro, this morning, the tax bureau, the industry and commerce department, and the labor inspection agency all showed up for a joint inspection."

Sun Yao was startled and asked urgently, "What about the tax bureau?"

Sun Xun didn’t dare to look his brother in the eye. He lowered his head and said, "They must have come prepared. They took all the ledgers, along with your computer and mine."

"Bro, I don’t think we can hide it anymore."

He peeked at Sun Yao and saw his face contorted with anger, his breathing growing ragged. He whispered, "Bro, I think we’re going to have to pay back taxes and fines. It’s unavoidable."

"You need to be mentally prepared."

"There’s also the insurance and labor compensation for a dozen or so employees."

"The industry and commerce department also said we violated advertising laws—something about suspected false advertising—so there will probably be fines for that too."

Sun Yao opened his mouth to speak, but the words died on his lips.

"What else is there? Spit it out! Don’t just stand there hemming and hawing."

At Sun Yao’s sharp command, Sun Xun said slowly, "Bro, I heard that the main cause of epilepsy is genetic."

"No one in the Sun Family, or on my sister-in-law’s side, has ever had epilepsy, right?"

Sun Yao grew annoyed. "Sun Xun, can’t you drop that damn habit of yours? If you have something to say, just say it!"

Sun Xun gritted his teeth and said, "I received an anonymous email. It had a lot of photos and chat logs."

"There were photos of Fang Hong and her three-year-old son."

Seeing Sun Yao’s expression change, Sun Xun said awkwardly, "I have to say, Fang Hong’s son really looks a lot like you."

Noticing his brother’s gaze turn sharp, Sun Xun quickly added, "The email also had photos of my sister-in-law... with other men!"

"Together?" Sun Yao’s voice suddenly turned sinister.

Sun Xun couldn’t help but shiver and said quietly, "Yes, ’together’ in the way you’re thinking."

He lowered his head, not daring to look at his brother’s eyes or expression.

After a moment, his brother still hadn’t responded.

He looked up and was surprised to find that the expression on his brother’s face was actually much calmer than before.

"Brother..."

Sun Yao raised a hand, stopping Sun Xun. "I had a feeling about her and other men for a while now."

"I just didn’t look into it for the sake of the family and the company."

He said coldly, "I’ve spent the last few years getting the company’s affairs in order. We might as well take this opportunity to split up for good."

Sun Xun let out a soft "Oh." He said, "Bro, it’s good that you already have a plan. What about Zhengxin and Wen?"

Sun Yao let out a long sigh. "I underestimated their power. Since the lawyer says we won’t have an advantage if it goes to court..."

"Let’s just get this over with quickly."

"I don’t want to get out of here only to be left with an unholy, unfixable mess..."

「Around 4 p.m. at the Affiliated Hospital’s Plastic Surgery Center.」

Yan Feifan and Wang Chuan met Zhang Han, who had been referred by Dr. Qin Ying.

He was twenty-one years old, a spirited young man who had suffered severe bodily trauma in an accident last summer.

In that accident, a third of the tip of his nose had been scraped off.

Not only that, but the multiple fractures in his nasal bone hadn’t been properly set, causing the tip of his nose to be somewhat crooked.

Moreover, Zhang Han’s nasal bridge was also somewhat sunken.

After a thorough examination, Yan Feifan and Wang Chuan consulted and decided to perform a comprehensive rhinoplasty for him, which would include repairing the damaged tip of his nose, straightening the nasal bone, raising the nasal bridge, and reshaping the alar cartilages.

As for the surgery fee, at Mrs. Qin’s request, Yan Feifan decided not to take any payment and to perform the surgery for free.

Wang Chuan also, with a wave of his pen, gave a significant reduction in the fees.

Thus, the originally estimated surgery cost of over 50,000 was ultimately reduced to around 16,000.

However, this fee still left Qin Ying somewhat dissatisfied.

"Mr. Wang, if Zhang Han’s family were well-off, he wouldn’t have delayed his nose reconstruction surgery until now."

Wang Chuan said, frustrated, "Dr. Qin, that 16,000 is just enough to cover the plastic surgery consumables, medicine, examination fees, hospitalization costs, and the nurses’ labor fees."

"Feifan and I aren’t taking a single cent, and the center isn’t making any profit either."

Qin Ying sighed softly. "Bringing it down from over 50,000 to 16,000 is acceptable, I suppose."

"Mr. Wang, I appreciate the gesture."

"Sigh, from over 50,000 down to 16,000... Mr. Wang, I have to say, you’re quite the shark."

Qin Ying teased, "I finally understand how you got that big villa of yours, and that big apartment in Zuimo Court."

"Plastic surgery sells a doctor’s superb skill. My prices are high, but my skills are good too."

Wang Chuan retorted, then explained, "Dr. Qin, that villa on Phoenix Tail Mountain was actually paid for by Yanyan’s mother."

"You know, she does business in the United States and makes a lot of money."

Qin Ying said with a sigh, "Even just the apartment in Zuimo Court... there aren’t many doctors in the hospital who can afford that."

She looked at Yan Feifan and advised him, a bit helplessly, "Feifan, don’t chase after money too excessively."

"Once your medical skills reach a high enough level, money, honor, and status—you won’t be lacking in any of them."

Yan Feifan grunted in acknowledgment and said, "Mrs. Qin, I understand. As long as I have enough to get by."

Qin Ying nodded in satisfaction, looked at Wang Chuan, gave him a meaningful, warning glance, and then left the plastic surgery center.

Watching Dr. Qin’s retreating figure, Wang Chuan said slowly, "Feifan, Dr. Qin is right. When your skills are good enough, you won’t lack money, honor, or status."

"Don’t put the cart before the horse."

He paused for a moment, then said, recalling, "Back then, I took Yanyan abroad to seek help from famous plastic surgeons."

"At that time, Yanyan’s mother’s business abroad wasn’t going too well either."

"To raise money, I worked as a black-market doctor overseas for quite some time."

"The past is too painful to recall..."

Wang Chuan sighed, turned to look at Yan Feifan, clapped him heavily on the shoulder, and warned, "Feifan, if you ever encounter a problem you can’t solve, don’t resort to crooked means."

"I, Dr. Qin, Mr. Liu, and the entire Affiliated Hospital are your backup."

Wang Chuan said earnestly, "Feifan, sometimes you take one wrong step, and the trouble from it can follow you for the rest of your life."

Yan Feifan found this sudden life lesson from Mr. Wang a bit baffling.

However, he obediently replied, "Mr. Wang, I’ll remember that."

Just then, Wang Chuan’s cell phone rang.

After a few words with the person on the phone, Wang Chuan hung up and smiled at Yan Feifan. "That was Mr. He from the police station."

"He says the other party has softened up and wants to talk to us again..."