Overpowered Resident Doctor-Chapter 73: Returning with a Full Load

Just as Xiao Man expected, the golf club was indeed crowded today. Many people had come with their families or friends.

However, after wandering all over the course, Xiao Man didn’t run into a single business owner she knew or recognized.

Yan Feifan, on the other hand, did run into someone.

It was the middle-aged man with the potbelly, the one Yan Ziruo had almost hit with her car last Sunday.

He saw the man, and the man saw him too.

In fact, the potbellied man, who was chatting and playing golf with three friends, even waved at him.

Yan Feifan didn’t have a good impression of the man.

However, if he could get the man to make a generous donation—to cough up some cash, so to speak—he would be more than happy to oblige.

Yan Feifan turned and walked toward him, with Xiao Man hurrying to catch up.

The potbellied man sized up Yan Feifan as he approached and said with a light laugh, "You’re Yan Feifan, the doctor from the Affiliated Hospital. I haven’t misremembered, have I?"

Yan Feifan gave a slight nod.

The potbellied man then asked, "Are you here to play golf, too?"

Seeing the two start a conversation, the potbellied man’s three friends took off their gloves. They got some bottled water from the attendant staff and started chatting while taking a break. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Yan Feifan answered directly, "No, I’m here to fundraise for charity."

Xiao Man stepped forward and said with a sweet smile, "Hello, sir! I’m Xiao Man, a reporter from the Social News Department of Binhai Satellite TV."

"And your name is, sir?"

"Yue Wangdao!" the potbellied man said, stating his name.

"Mr. Yue, it’s a pleasure to meet you!"

After the brief pleasantry, Xiao Man immediately launched into her introduction. "The Affiliated Hospital’s Plastic Surgery Center has a charitable program performing reconstructive surgery for children with deformities and disabilities from the city orphanage. The goal is to help them grow up healthy and confident."

"However, the program is limited by its funding and can’t help as many children with deformities and disabilities as we’d like."

"Sir, would you be interested in learning more about this charitable program?"

Yue Wangdao took the brochure Xiao Man handed him, glanced through a few pages, and then gave it back to her.

He looked at Yan Feifan and asked, "Are you a plastic surgeon?"

Yan Feifan shook his head. "I’m a surgeon, currently doing a training rotation in the Plastic Surgery Center."

Yue Wangdao suddenly asked, "Do you know a Dr. Qee Sheng?"

Yan Feifan nodded in response. "The head of the Diagnostics Department. I studied under Mr. Qi for a while."

Upon hearing this, Yue Wangdao held out his hand, and a young man standing behind him immediately passed him a cell phone.

Yue Wangdao tapped the phone screen a few times and dialed a number.

"Dr. Qee, beautiful day for golf, isn’t it? Are you out on the course?"

"Oh..."

"Dr. Qee, I wanted to ask you about someone. A young doctor named Yan Feifan, do you know him?"

"I see... right... right..."

"I just happened to hear his name mentioned and thought I’d ask."

"Alright, I won’t keep you. We’ll have to settle the score on the course another day..."

Yue Wangdao ended the call, handed the phone back to the young man behind him, and looked at Yan Feifan again.

"Dr. Qee thinks very highly of you."

He chuckled. "Since you’re Dr. Qee’s star pupil, and our meeting was rather dramatic... you could even call it fate."

"I’m definitely going to support your charitable program."

"However..."

Yue Wangdao mused for a moment, then asked, "Do you play golf?"

Yan Feifan shook his head again. "No, I’ve never played before."

"I see..."

Yue Wangdao pointed to a golf hole about five meters away. "It doesn’t matter that you don’t play. We’ll do something simple."

"If you can putt from here and sink it in one shot, I’ll donate one hundred thousand to your program."

"You get ten chances. I’ll donate for every successful shot."

"If you make all ten, that’s one million."

"And if you miss every shot..."

Yue Wangdao paused deliberately before chuckling. "I can’t let you walk away with nothing. You’ll still get a hundred thousand as a consolation prize."

His three friends, their interest piqued, also gathered closer.

Yan Feifan eyed the distance to the hole.

About 4.8 meters.

He ran a quick simulation in his head and said, "Mr. Yue, I’ve never used a golf club before. I’d be very clumsy with it."

"Can I just throw the ball by hand instead?"

Yue Wangdao smiled and said nonchalantly, "Sure. As long as you throw from this spot and get the ball in the hole in one toss, it counts."

"They say surgeons have excellent hand-eye coordination, steady and precise. Let’s see what you’ve got."

Yan Feifan bent down and picked up a golf ball from the grass.

He first hefted it in his palm, then tossed it high into the air, caught it, and tossed it up again, repeating the motion over and over...

Yan Feifan was doing this to familiarize himself with the golf ball’s weight, get a feel for it, and test the wind’s effect on the ball.

Meanwhile, in his mind, countless parabolic arcs were constantly being calculated and revised based on different throwing angles and speeds...

After Yan Feifan had tossed the ball up and down thirty or forty times, Yue Wangdao was growing impatient. Just as he was about to urge him on, he saw Yan Feifan catch the falling ball, flick his wrist, and send it flying forward.

The ball wasn’t thrown fast, but it flew in a high arc.

The ball quickly reached its apex and then began to accelerate downward along its parabolic path...

Xiao Man, Yue Wangdao, and the others watched, their eyes glued to the small ball until it dropped into the hole with a soft PLOP, just like a basketball swishing cleanly through the net.

After a moment of stunned silence, Xiao Man started jumping and shouting in excitement, holding up one finger.

"AH! AH! In in one! That’s one hundred thousand! One hundred thousand!"

Yue Wangdao said in surprise, "Yan Feifan, are you some kind of expert at darts or pitch-pot?"

Yan Feifan answered matter-of-factly, "I’ve never played darts or pitch-pot. Sinking it on the first try was pure luck."

’In truth, he was a little surprised himself that he’d sunk it on the first try.’

’The first toss was just an experiment, meant to verify the simulations he’d run in his head.’

As if to prove his point about "luck," the second toss missed.

It was off by a wide margin, landing more than ten centimeters to the left of the hole.

Xiao Man cheered him on. "It’s okay, Feifan! You still have eight chances! We don’t need all of them. Just sink two more, and we’ll have enough for the cochlear implant surgery!"

Yan Feifan smiled at Xiao Man and said confidently, "I won’t be satisfied with just two. I’m aiming for at least six..."

The moment the words left his mouth, he tossed the ball in his hand.

The second toss had missed not because of a miscalculation or a bad throw on Yan Feifan’s part, but because of a sudden gust of crosswind.

The wind was a factor he couldn’t control or accurately calculate.

However, Yan Feifan could simply wait for the wind to die down.

With his precise control, Yan Feifan succeeded seven more times in the remaining eight attempts.

Yue Wangdao and his three friends could hardly believe his success rate.

"Eight hundred thousand. I’ll have someone send a check to the hospital tomorrow."

Yue Wangdao eyed Yan Feifan’s pleased expression and said jokingly, "You must be feeling pretty good about making me bleed all this cash, huh?"

Yan Feifan said with a straight face, "Not at all, not at all!"

"Thank you for your kindness and generosity, Mr. Yue. The children you’re helping will be grateful to you for the rest of their lives."

Yue Wangdao scoffed lightly and said dismissively, "Just have them thank you. That’s good enough."

After a pause, he added, "I hope my luck is a little better the next time we meet."

Seeing that Mr. Yue was hinting for them to leave, Xiao Man hurriedly offered a few polite words and then pulled Yan Feifan away.

Having secured another eight hundred thousand in donations, Yan Feifan and Xiao Man were incredibly satisfied with their outing.

After a simple but rather pricey lunch at the golf club’s restaurant, they drove off.

Xiao Man was driving, moving along slowly.

This stretch of road ran alongside Phoenix Tail Mountain, lined on both sides with cherry trees. Many of them were already covered in flower buds.

While not as breathtaking as when they were in full bloom, the scenery was still quite beautiful.

Xiao Man’s eyes kept darting toward the cherry trees on either side of the road, which made Yan Feifan a little uneasy.

He hesitated for a moment before reminding her, "Mrs. Man, you should focus on the road."

"Okay, I’ll be careful!" Xiao Man replied.

However, no sooner had she said this than she slammed on the brakes.

Yan Feifan’s body lurched forward involuntarily, only to be snapped back by his seatbelt.

He saw a chubby kid, who had appeared out of nowhere, standing in front of the car. They had missed hitting him by barely a meter.

The chubby kid, who looked to be thirteen or fourteen at most and had a face streaked with dirt, took a step forward, went limp, and collapsed onto the hood of the car.

’What the hell? Are kids running insurance scams now?’