After lunch, Yan Feifan took a copy of the child’s medical records to the plastic surgery center to find Director Wang Chuan.

Wang Chuan quickly looked over the medical records and placed them gently on his desk.

"Feifan, do you know who in our center is best at this kind of corrective surgery?"

Yan Feifan shook his head and asked tentatively, "Director, you should be able to perform this surgery well too, right?"

Wang Chuan chuckled. "Of course I can."

"Actually, with your current skill level, Feifan, you should also be able to complete this kind of corrective surgery successfully."

"It’s just that the postoperative results might be somewhat less than ideal."

After a pause, he sighed softly. "Dr. Qu Peng is the one in our center who’s best at these kinds of procedures. Plastic surgery and reconstruction of male reproductive organs—that’s his specialty."

Yan Feifan said with some surprise, "Reconstruction for deformities or injuries is understandable."

"But judging by what you’re saying, Director, do people actually come here specifically for penile enhancement surgery?"

Wang Chuan nodded with a smile. "Of course. Quite a few, actually."

"And let me tell you, even more women come seeking Dr. Qu for cosmetic procedures on their private areas. There’s a whole waiting list."

"It’s just that these are all considered private procedures."

"Dr. Qu rarely mentions this particular skill in any public-facing materials, which is why you’re not aware of it."

A look of realization crossed Yan Feifan’s face. "Oh," he said with a note of regret. "What a shame about Dr. Qu."

"He got implicated in Xue Jisheng’s case and is still in custody..."

"He’s been released on bail pending trial!"

Wang Chuan corrected Yan Feifan, then explained, "Although he took a lot of money from them, there was an element of coercion involved."

"Now that the main culprit has been apprehended, and since this is Dr. Qu’s first offense, he was released on bail a while ago to await trial at home."

Wang Chuan sighed softly again. "But after being involved in something like this, his medical license will surely be revoked..."

At this, Wang Chuan suddenly went, "Huh?"

"If I remember correctly, the relevant authorities haven’t issued a formal notice revoking his license or prohibiting him from practicing. They must be waiting for the court’s verdict."

"That means Dr. Qu is still licensed to perform surgery."

Wang Chuan picked up the copy of the medical records from his desk again. "Let me verify this. If I’m right, I’ll go find him. Maybe he’ll be interested in taking on this young patient."

"This might be his last chance to operate..."

Yan Feifan left the director’s office and, in the first-floor lobby of the center, ran into Lin Qian returning from lunch.

"Feifan, the attending physician exam is over! I finally have time to learn the fundamentals of plastic surgery from you."

Lin Qian asked with anticipation in her voice, "When are you free?"

Yan Feifan thought for a moment. "Come find me at 4 p.m. in the Emergency Department. I’ll be in Qin Ying’s medical research office."

"Remember to request two boxes of 5-0 sutures."

He then asked casually, "How’d you do on the exam? Not bad, I hope?"

Lin Qian patted her chest. "The theory results won’t be out until Wednesday, but I don’t think there will be a problem."

"As for the practical skills assessment, I passed, but the scores from the three examiners were one ’Good’ and two ’Pass’."

"Qi Xiuping and the others, their lowest score was ’Good,’ and one of them even got three ’Excellent’s."

"Sigh, the gap is obvious."

Yan Feifan consoled her, "They just had a higher starting point, guidance from renowned mentors, and more opportunities to practice."

"Like I’ve said before, this is a marathon. If you work hard and diligently, you’ll have a chance to overtake them."

Lin Qian chuckled lightly. "That’s what I’ve been telling myself, too. Besides, I can always ask you for advice, my genius senior."

"Oh, Feifan..."

Lin Qian then asked curiously, "With your skills, you’re more than qualified to be promoted to attending physician."

"Why haven’t you signed up for the exam yet?"

Yan Feifan explained, "It’s not that I don’t want to. I still haven’t finished my rotations in two important departments: pediatrics and gynecology."

"I’m not eligible to register yet."

Lin Qian gasped. "Feifan, you should find an opportunity to finish your rotations as soon as possible."

"Being stuck as a resident, your authority is limited, which makes things inconvenient, not to mention your salary is a lot lower."

At this, Lin Qian couldn’t help but laugh. "I almost forgot. Your base salary is just a drop in the bucket for you now."

Yan Feifan chuckled. "I just can’t spare the time for training right now. I’ll think about it after this busy period passes."

"As for my income, it’s not as much as you’re making it out to be."

"But really, whether it’s a lot or a little, the income is just a number to me."

"My sister holds the purse strings..."

A little before one in the afternoon, after returning to the research office, Yan Feifan received a call from his sister.

He was told that his salary for May was over seventy thousand yuan!

Yan Feifan’s income came from five departments: the Plastic Surgery Center, Neurosurgery, Trauma Surgery, Brain Surgery, and the Emergency Department.

The surgical stipend from the Plastic Surgery Center was the largest portion, accounting for over sixty percent. The Emergency Department contributed the least, only one or two thousand.

If nearly twenty thousand in surgical fees for his sister hadn’t been deducted from Yan Feifan’s salary, he would have earned even more.

Yan Ziruo cheered excitedly over the phone, "Feifan, at this rate, your June salary will definitely break one hundred thousand! It’s a sure thing!"

"And with your income from moonlighting at Baining Hospital... WHOO!"

"Feifan, I’m actually worried about how we’re going to spend all this money."

"What a happy problem to have!"

Yan Ziruo then exclaimed dramatically, "The first thing I have to do is tell Mrs. Du we’re upgrading our lifestyle in a big way!"

"Our daily food budget can’t be less than... five hundred."

"That’s the minimum. We can go over, but not under."

"Oh, and..."

Yan Ziruo shouted with uncontrollable excitement, "Feifan, from now on, everything we wear and use has to be high-end, brand-name stuff!"

"When I get home tonight, I’m getting rid of all our old things—the cheap junk from street stalls, the items bought on sale, all the old and broken stuff..."

"I’ll donate every last piece and we’ll buy all new things..."

"We’re rich! We’re rich! I have no idea how to spend it all..."

Yan Feifan hung up on his sister and couldn’t help but complain to Yu Suye, who was sitting beside him, "We get a little money, and my sister’s already so full of herself she’s forgotten her own name. She’s acting more nouveau riche than the nouveau riche."

Yu Suye pursed her lips in a smile. "That’s a very normal reaction."

"The main thing is, Feifan, you’re earning money so fast that your sister hasn’t had time to adjust."

"In a few more months, your sister might find that a salary of one or two hundred thousand is no big deal and that it’s all spent before the end of the month."

"I can’t let that happen!"

Yan Feifan said worriedly, "It’s hard to earn money, but easy to squander it."

"Back in the day, my maternal grandmother’s family had several houses and got over ten million in demolition compensation."

"But in just a few years, my youngest uncle managed to blow it all."

He pleaded, "Suye, you come from a wealthy family. When it comes to spending, could you please guide my sister a little?"

Yu Suye hummed in agreement, making her position clear. "Don’t worry, Feifan. I consider it my duty."

Then she muttered to herself, ’It’s your money she’s spending, after all. I can’t just stand by and do nothing...’