A flushed Chen Yu rushed to the trauma surgery department.

She had just stepped off the staircase onto the second floor when she heard loud slapping sounds. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Chen Yu followed the sound with her eyes and saw a woman in her forties in the family waiting area, slapping a young man dressed in a motorcycle racing suit.

The young man stood obediently before the woman, head bowed, letting her slap him across the face again and again.

"Alright, now is not the time to be taking your anger out on him."

Approaching them, Chen Yu tried to intervene. She then noticed that the young man’s clothes were torn at the knees and elbows, with blood seeping through.

"You’re injured too?"

"Go to the first floor for a check-up and have a nurse treat your wounds."

The young man shook his head, his face half-red and swollen. "It’s just some scrapes. It’s nothing, I can bear it."

"I want to stay here and wait for Jiao to come out."

Hearing this, Chen Yu didn’t press the issue. She led the middle-aged woman to a quieter section of the waiting area and sat her down.

"Mrs. Lian, on my way here, the doctors gave me a report. Jiaojiao’s injuries are serious, but none are life-threatening. Please don’t worry too much."

The woman called Mrs. Lian spoke through sobs, "Her left hand is severed, her right arm is fractured, and there’s that huge gash on her left leg."

"My heart..."

Mrs. Lian let out a few whimpers before continuing tearfully, "Jiaojiao is only twenty. If her left hand is crippled..."

"Chen Yu, how is she supposed to live the rest of her life?"

Chen Yu comforted her, "Jiaojiao’s left hand will be fine."

"Xiaoyan will reattach her hand. After she recovers, there won’t be much difference from before it was severed."

At the mention of Xiaoyan, Mrs. Lian’s face grew tense. "Chen Yu, it’s not that I don’t trust you, but anxiety clouds one’s judgment..."

"I just heard from a nurse that this Xiaoyan is only in his early twenties and is just a resident."

"Can he... Can he really do it?"

In the operating room, Yan Feifan—the very doctor whose abilities were being questioned by the patient’s family—was already standing at the head of the operating table.

This time, his surgical assistant was an attending physician named Zhang Yunshan, who was also a student of Mrs. Yu.

Strictly speaking, Dr. Zhang Yunshan was the one primarily responsible for this surgery.

It was a level-four surgery. According to hospital regulations, he was also responsible for supervising the resident, Yan Feifan, during the procedure.

However, with the precedent set by Dr. Yeu Quan, and considering Yan Feifan’s rapidly growing reputation, Zhang Yunshan secretly decided to simply play the role of a dutiful assistant and treat the chief surgeon as if he were his own teacher.

Right now, he was busy debriding the wound on the severed hand.

This was Yan Feifan’s first time performing a hand replantation surgery.

But he showed no fear, nor did he feel any nervousness.

In the field of surgery, the smaller the area, the more complex and difficult the procedure.

For the same part of the body, surgery on an infant is more than an order of magnitude more difficult than on an adult.

By the same token, the surgical difficulty of finger replantation is greater than that of limb replantation.

Having performed the more complex finger replantation surgeries, Yan Feifan approached this hand replantation with a sense of masterful oversight, as one principle illuminates a hundred others.

Furthermore, he had recently handled all sorts of wrist and arm injuries in the emergency department, so he was not lacking in practical experience.

With the accumulated teachings of his teacher Qin Ying and Dr. Chen Yu, Yan Feifan’s long period of preparation was about to culminate in a breakthrough. All he needed was a chance to prove himself.

His gaze swept over the patient’s severed arm. He saw that the break was two centimeters behind the ulnar styloid process, severed at a thirty-degree angle.

The severed surface was remarkably clean, as if sliced by a single blade.

’Just how fast must it have been,’ Yan Feifan marveled, ’for a thin kite string to become as sharp as a fast blade?’

However, a clean cut did make debridement and suturing more convenient.

Moreover, the wrist joint was undamaged, which significantly reduced the surgery’s difficulty.

Yan Feifan held out his hand, grasped the surgical forceps passed to him by the scrub nurse, and officially began the surgery...

Meanwhile, back at the private restaurant, Yan Ziruo, Yu Suye, and Song Yi had the waiter clear away the remnants of their meal. A fresh pot of tea was brought out, and they settled into a relaxed chat.

The three women didn’t have much in common, so their conversation naturally gravitated toward Yan Feifan.

Yan Ziruo shared some of the silly and funny things her younger brother did as a child, then suddenly sighed, "If Feifan hadn’t been held back by family troubles, his achievements today might be even more outstanding."

Song Yi offered some comfort, "Hardship and trials can be a great teacher. Mr. Yan’s accomplishments are already quite astounding."

She then asked cautiously, "This might be too forward, but what about you and Mr. Yan’s father and mother?"

Yan Ziruo shook her head. "Ever since our maternal grandparents passed away one after the other, we completely lost contact with our mother’s side of the family abroad."

"They didn’t even get in touch after Feifan’s accident when he was in a coma."

"As for our father..."

Yan Ziruo said coldly, "I’ve long considered him dead."

Song Yi sighed inwardly, then tried to console her. "Well, you’ve seen the worst of it, and now things are looking up. Mr. Yan has recovered his health, and his future potential is limitless."

"Mrs. Yan, you don’t need to dwell on the past."

Yu Suye chimed in, "Exactly."

"Sis, just look at my current situation. Doesn’t that make you feel a little better about your own?"

Yan Ziruo chuckled. "Su Ye, rights and responsibilities always go hand in hand. Since you’ve enjoyed the love and affection of your family, you have to give back."

Yu Suye’s face fell. "So you’re saying I should just obey my family’s arrangements?"

Yan Ziruo said in a mock-serious tone, "There are many ways to repay your parents. You can’t be too rigid."

"Our startup becoming a huge success should count as fulfilling your family’s wishes, right?"

Seeing the confused look on Song Yi’s face, Yan Ziruo explained, "Su Ye is part of the Yu Family, a renowned medical family with over a century of history. The Baining Group is their family’s enterprise."

"Su Ye’s branch of the family was once glorious, holding the reins of power."

"Now, well, they’ve fallen on somewhat harder times."

Song Yi gave a soft, "Oh," as Yu Suye continued, "My family arranged a marriage for me, and I refused."

"Because of that, my relationship with Feifan has met with their firm opposition."

Song Yi said with some surprise, "Your family isn’t satisfied with a genius as outstanding as Mr. Yan?"

"Just how exceptional is the person they arranged for you to marry?"

Yu Suye had deliberately mentioned her romantic relationship with Feifan and was relieved to see no strange reaction on Song Yi’s face.

"He’s not as brilliant as Feifan, he just comes from a good family. It’s a well-known pharmaceutical group in the industry, specializing in antibiotics and vaccines."

Song Yi nodded with a look of understanding.

She then shared a bit about herself. "My parents also divorced the year my older brother went to college."

"They live abroad now and have both started new families."

Pausing for a moment, Song Yi added slowly, "I don’t plan on getting married. In this society, it’s hard to find a soulmate."

"Most importantly, I don’t need a man to live a good life."

Yan Ziruo giggled. "And I have a genius little brother like Feifan to support me, so I can live well too."

An undeniable smile spread across Yu Suye’s face. "I can actually live very well on my own too. But Feifan... I truly love him."

Song Yi nodded gently. "Of the three of us, Su Ye, you’re the luckiest. You have the ability to be independent and self-reliant, and you’ve also found the one you love."

"You must cherish it..."