Close to eleven at night, Ding Xuan—almost completely disguised in a mask, a baseball cap, and sunglasses—emerged from a private club in Binhai with Zhao Xiaoting and another assistant, and got into a General luxury van.

Once the vehicle was moving smoothly, a woman in professional attire and glasses, who had been waiting in the car, handed her phone to Ding Xuan.

"Xuan, that Mr. Yan’s medical ethics seem a bit questionable."

Ding Xuan took the phone, tapped it open, and saw a short video on a popular video-sharing website.

An internet celebrity named Qiaoyan had used the video to document Yan Feifan’s recreational activities that day, such as zipline waterskiing, kayaking, enjoying a gourmet meal, and even taking a long, sound sleep.

After fast-forwarding through the short, ten-minute video, Ding Xuan asked, somewhat puzzled, "Ms. Fang, today is the weekend. What’s wrong with Mr. Yan going out to have fun?"

Ms. Fang pushed up the glasses on her nose and said, "The main issue is that this internet celebrity posted another video before this one. In it, she took a student preparing for the college entrance exams to beg Mr. Yan to treat the student’s father."

"Mr. Yan callously rejected them, claiming he didn’t have time."

"The student’s father has been delaying treatment for several months so as not to affect his daughter’s exam preparations. It’s a very sympathetic situation."

"If Mr. Yan truly didn’t have the time, that would be one thing. But just a few days after refusing them, he spent a whole day at an amusement park with a beautiful woman."

"That’s just outrageous..."

Zhao Xiaoting interrupted, fuming, "Ms. Fang, how is that outrageous?"

"Today is the weekend. It’s Mr. Yan’s day off."

"He can schedule it however he wants."

Without even deigning to look at Zhao Xiaoting, Ms. Fang gazed at Ding Xuan and said softly, "Xuan, a doctor’s duty is to heal the sick and save lives."

"But this Mr. Yan, he first rejected the student’s plea by claiming he had no time, yet he scheduled you for an examination late at night."

"Such a lack of medical ethics makes his medical skills questionable, too..."

Zhao Xiaoting puffed up her cheeks and said resentfully, "Ms. Fang, you keep harping on about his ’lack of medical ethics.’ Have you done any investigation yourself?"

"Are you just going by an exposé video from some internet celebrity?"

Zhao Xiaoting’s tone was heavy. "And you’re a lawyer!"

Ms. Fang shot her a sideways glance. "One can see the whole picture from a single detail. The details that slip out unintentionally are what’s truly..."

"Enough..."

Ding Xuan cut in bluntly. "Ms. Fang, I know you have a close relationship with Huarong Medical Beauty, and you’ve used my name to refer plenty of clients to them."

"But you need to remember who you work for. You work for me."

Ms. Fang’s expression immediately became deferential. "Xuan, I never forget that."

Ding Xuan snorted. "Huarong Medical Beauty can’t do anything for my condition."

"My only hope now is this Mr. Yan."

"I don’t care what his medical ethics are like. As long as he can fix my problem, he’s my savior."

"Do you understand?"

Ms. Fang said in a low voice, "Xuan, the world’s best plastic surgeons are all in Hollywood."

"Huarong Medical Beauty has already contacted one..."

Noticing Ding Xuan’s gaze suddenly turn icy, Ms. Fang wisely shut her mouth and didn’t continue.

Ding Xuan’s tone was frigid. "Before, you told me there was no solution, but now you’ve miraculously managed to contact a top surgeon in Hollywood."

She paused, then suddenly demanded, "Did you tell them I was here?"

Ms. Fang shook her head frantically. "No, of course not! You have to trust me, I know where to draw the line."

Ding Xuan’s voice suddenly rose as she said pointedly, "Don’t think I’m not aware of your little schemes."

"You think that because my nose is ruined, my career is ruined too."

"Let me tell you all, I, Ding Xuan, didn’t get to where I am today on my looks alone..."

This wasn’t the first or second time the plastic surgery center had operated on a major celebrity, and they had several well-developed protocols in place.

Furthermore, with Wang Chuan overseeing the operation, he gave a few orders and all the work began to proceed in an orderly fashion.

However, Meng Yao and Ye Lin, who were involved in such a case for the first time, were incredibly excited. They reviewed their tasks again and again, terrified of making a single mistake.

Inside the director’s office, Yu Suye looked at her phone and said worriedly, "Feifan, the bullet comments and messages are over three thousand already. Most of them are criticizing and attacking you."

Yan Feifan chuckled, unconcerned. "Let them say whatever they want. It’s no skin off my back, and it doesn’t affect my work."

Yu Suye reminded him, "Feifan, you may not care about the online mob, but the video exposed your workplace and your full name."

"I’m just worried some people overflowing with a so-called sense of justice will come to the hospital and cause trouble."

Wang Chuan agreed. "Feifan, that’s a real possibility we have to prepare for. We also need to prevent anyone with ulterior motives from taking this opportunity to cause a scene."

He stood up, his expression grim. "We must handle this with care. Better to be safe than sorry. I’ll call Mr. Liu right now..."

True to his word, Wang Chuan immediately made a call to Liu Jin.

After listening to Wang Chuan’s description, Liu Jin’s voice came slowly through the phone.

"Ever since Feifan recovered and returned to the hospital, we have all witnessed his hard work, dedication, and diligence every single day."

"No matter how others take things out of context or try to mislead people with lies, their efforts are like morning mist before the rising sun—they will vanish in the face of the truth."

"I will have the publicity department prepare to issue a clarification and turn the narrative around."

"At the same time, we can’t be careless about Feifan’s personal safety. I’ll have the security department take the necessary precautions."

"Mr. Wang, tell Feifan he has nothing to worry about. We’ve got his back..."

Wang Chuan ended the call and smiled at Yan Feifan. "You heard that? Mr. Liu really treasures you."

"By the way, I heard his chances of being appointed the new hospital president are very high."

"Has he mentioned anything to you?"

Yan Feifan shook his head. "Mr. Liu has always told me to focus on my studies and my work, and to stay out of it."

"Told you to stay out of it?"

Wang Chuan scoffed sarcastically. "In the entire Binhai Health System, there isn’t a single person who doesn’t know you’re his star pupil."

"The more you achieve, the more his own influence grows. A rising tide lifts all boats, after all."

"Never mind the others, I know for a fact that plenty of people right here in our own hospital have changed their attitude toward him because of you."

Wang Chuan pointed to himself. "Including me. The man can be a bit worldly and slick, always focused on climbing the ladder."

"I used to really look down on him."

Yan Feifan chuckled. "Mr. Wang, isn’t it better to be ambitious and driven?"

Wang Chuan scoffed, "Tsk. You’re certainly quick to defend him..."

Ten minutes later, two tall, burly security guards reported to the plastic surgery center. They said they were assigned to be Yan Feifan’s personal bodyguards.

A few minutes after that, Yan Ziruo, who had been too worried to stay at home, also arrived at the plastic surgery center...

At 11:50 PM, Ye Lin burst through the door, shouting excitedly, "They’re here, they’re here..."