Overpowered Resident Doctor-Chapter 132: Seeing is Believing

6:20 PM, Zuimo Court.

"Mr. Yan, look at me! Am I pretty?"

Yan Feifan frowned as he watched Tian Yu emerge from the master bedroom, twirling elegantly like a little princess.

She wore little leather boots and a pink, knee-length party dress. Her usual ponytail was gone, replaced by smooth, straight hair.

A cute bow-shaped hair clip adorned her head.

As for Yan Ziruo, who stood beside her, the transformation was even more dramatic.

The stiletto heels on her shoes were a good six centimeters high.

She was wearing a one-shoulder black cocktail dress that revealed her delicate collarbones.

She also wore a pearl necklace and matching drop earrings.

Her very short hair had clearly just been meticulously styled; it was so smooth that not a single strand was out of place, and so black it shone under the light.

As for her face, it was so heavily made-up that he could barely recognize her, making her seem like a stranger to Yan Feifan.

Yan Feifan found the drastic change a bit unsettling.

He asked with a hint of disapproval, "What are you two doing? We’re just going out for dinner. Was it necessary to make such a big production out of it?"

Knowing they were going to a high-end restaurant for Western food, Yan Feifan had merely changed into some smart-casual clothes.

He hadn’t expected Yan Ziruo and Tian Yu to go to such great lengths.

Yan Ziruo scoffed. "We’re having an authentic French feast this time. A single meal costs at least ten thousand yuan."

"How could we not dress up and give it a sense of occasion?"

"Feifan, just tell me, do Xiaoyu and I look good?"

"Are we pretty?"

Yan Feifan replied teasingly, "You look good, sure, but Sis, your makeup is so heavy you don’t even look like yourself. You’re more like some kind of vixen."

"And Xiaoyu, you’re a student—a junior high student at that. Why are you wearing makeup?"

"As long as we look good, that’s all that matters!" Yan Ziruo said smugly.

Tian Yu explained timidly, "Mr. Yan, Ruoruo did it for me. It’s just light makeup; she didn’t put on too much."

Yan Feifan snorted softly, then glanced at their bare legs. "It’s not very warm tonight. Aren’t you two cold with your legs exposed like that?"

His sister responded by rolling her eyes at him. "What’s a little cold in the name of beauty?"

"We girls can even handle baring our legs in the snow."

Tian Yu bent down, tugged at her leg, and giggled. "Mr. Yan, I’m wearing those illusion leggings! They’re warm."

"But Ruoruo isn’t..."

Yan Feifan checked the time and said, "It’s almost time. Let’s get going..."

When the three of them reached the south gate of the complex, a familiar Mercedes sedan was already waiting for them.

Yan Ziruo opened the back door, and she and Tian Yu got in.

Yan Feifan took the passenger seat.

"Ruoruo, Xiaoyu, you both look very beautiful today!" Wang Chuan, the driver, complimented them as he started the car.

"Thank you!"

Yan Ziruo replied, delighted, then added politely, "I looked it up online. This Paris Restaurant is famous, and also quite expensive."

"We’re making you spend so much, Director."

Wang Chuan chuckled. "As long as you enjoy the meal and are happy, the cost is irrelevant."

He added with a laugh, "Besides, Feifan is a rising star right now. Plenty of hospital bigwigs are eyeing him covetously, so I have to make sure I stay on his good side."

Yan Ziruo chuckled. "My Feifan has always been a loyal and righteous person. Director, as long as you treat him well, he won’t let you down."

"Mr. Yan is the best!" Tian Yu chimed in playfully.

"Alright, you two, just go play on your phones."

Yan Feifan cut his sister and Xiaoyu off with some impatience, then turned to Wang Chuan. "This evening, I contacted Mr. Qi, and he spoke with Pan Lirong again."

"The feedback is that Dr. Lo flat-out rejected the feasibility of my proposed plan, calling it impractical and presumptuous."

After Lo Jun left at noon, Wang Chuan had been fuming.

Yan Feifan was also full of frustration from being looked down on and distrusted.

After discussing it, the two had decided to see if they could win over the patient, Pan Lirong, and use his surgery to prove Lo Jun wrong.

However...

Yan Feifan sighed in disappointment. "Given that Dr. Lo is an expert in spinal canal tumors and I’m just too young..."

"Mr. Qi implied that Mr. Pan is no longer considering my surgical plan."

Wang Chuan said softly, "I expected this outcome."

"Feifan, undeniably, your resume and age aren’t the least bit persuasive."

"Especially when it involves a surgery as complex as a spinal canal tumor."

"If I hadn’t worked with you so much and personally witnessed you pull off one amazing surgery after another..."

"...I would never have believed that the plan you designed for resecting a spinal canal tumor had any chance of success."

He immediately followed up with a suggestion. "Feifan, seeing is believing. Why don’t we find a volunteer and perform a demonstration?"

"To prove it to Dr. Lo and Mr. Pan?" Yan Feifan asked, confirming.

Wang Chuan hummed in agreement and slowly laid out his analysis. "You said yourself that Mr. Pan is a wealthy man."

"To avoid spending the rest of his life in a wheelchair, I think he’d agree to sponsor our demonstration for a few hundred thousand, maybe even a million!"

"On the other hand, there are patients with similar spinal canal tumors who have given up on treatment due to lack of money or for various other reasons."

"With enough funding, it should be quite easy to find such a volunteer."

Yan Feifan fell silent for a moment, then said hesitantly, "Director, to go find a volunteer and experiment on their health, maybe even their life, just to get back at Dr. Lo... I feel that’s a bit cruel."

Wang Chuan laughed. "Feifan, don’t you have enough confidence in this surgical plan for anhydrous ethanol injection-assisted resection of a spinal canal tumor?"

Yan Feifan answered honestly, "I have confidence, but it’s not a hundred percent."

"What if the experimental surgery fails?"

"Besides, I’m almost certain that for reasons unique to me, this surgical procedure won’t be easily replicated."

"Even if I succeed, it will be hard for others to copy it."

Wang Chuan said in a serious tone, "Feifan, you need to understand that the history of medical advancement is a history of trial and error."

"Imagine, if the medical pioneers before us had never performed the first heart transplant, where would we be now?"

"Since you have enough confidence, you should be bold and put it into practice."

"Even if it isn’t easily replicated..."

Wang Chuan tried to persuade him, "If the trial is a success, not only will you change Dr. Lo’s prejudice against you, but you’ll also keep Mr. Pan out of a wheelchair, and you’ll have the opportunity to save many other similar patients, won’t you?"

After a pause, Wang Chuan added, "Feifan, don’t underestimate the ingenuity of others."

"Once you succeed with the first case, plenty of people will follow up with research. They’ll be the ones to codify the procedure based on your success."

Yan Feifan was convinced.

"Alright. We’ll do a demonstration first, so they won’t judge my skills based on preconceived notions."

"As for Mr. Pan..."

Wang Chuan finished the thought for him. "You don’t need to deal with Mr. Pan directly. Since he also lives in the Phoenix Tail Mountain Villa District, I’ll go talk to him tomorrow..."

On the fifth floor of the Junyue Five-star Grand Hotel, located next to People’s Square in the city center, was the Paris Restaurant, which prided itself on serving the most authentic French cuisine in the city.

Wang Chuan, the Yan siblings, and Tian Yu arrived at the regally decorated restaurant at 7:20 PM.

Yan Feifan glanced around and saw that the restaurant was vast—at least three to four hundred square meters—and its dozens of tables were nearly all occupied.

Despite the crowd, no one was speaking loudly. Apart from the gentle piano music that filled the hall, only the low murmur of quiet conversation could be heard.

A waiter led them to a table for four.

When it came time to order, Yan Feifan, Yan Ziruo, and Tian Yu let Wang Chuan decide for them.

After briefly consulting them, Wang Chuan ordered roast leg of lamb, steak, and pork chops for them as main courses.

He also ordered the famous French appetizer, pan-seared foie gras, along with several of the restaurant’s other signature dishes...

As they drank ice water, aperitifs, and other beverages while waiting for the food and making small talk, an elegant, mature beauty with long, wavy, wine-red hair and a form-fitting, light purple dress swayed gracefully toward their table...