Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat
Chapter 270 - 270 267 Is This Your Brother

Chapter 270: Chapter 267: Is This Your Brother? Chapter 270: Chapter 267: Is This Your Brother? The lobby under the neurology building was hung with photos of various attending physicians. Shu Wan and Ma Jian Dong had come over several times and had also tried to visit him in his office. They weren’t able to enter but had still seen him from a distance.

Therefore, as soon as Yu Feng walked in, they immediately recognized him as the chief physician of Furen Hospital’s neurology department with the highest success rate in surgery, second only to Xiang Xingyun, and also the youngest.

For a moment, both were somewhat stupefied.

The young nurse saw Yu Feng and immediately greeted him with enthusiasm, “Dr. Yu, what brings you here? This isn’t your patient, is it?”

Yu Feng smiled and didn’t answer her question; instead, he asked, “Who’s the attending physician in charge of this little friend? Ask him to come here.”

“It’s Dr. Lan, I’ll go call him.”

The nurse clattered off in her hurry.

Yu Feng turned to Jiang Yan and asked, “Is this your brother?”

“Mm.”

Jiang Yan nodded slightly without saying much.

Yu Feng walked over to the foot of the bed, picked up the patient information card, and flipped through it. Before he finished, a series of hurried footsteps came from the corridor outside the ward.

“Yu, Director Yu…”

Dr. Lan ran in, gasping for air, his glasses nearly bouncing off his nose. He thought something had happened here and that Director Yu had come for rounds.

In the neurology department, although Vice President Xiang is in charge, ever since Yu Feng arrived, anyone with discerning eyes could see that President Xiang was grooming him, clearly treating him as his successor.

So don’t underestimate him because he’s young. At Furen, even President Xiang, when faced with difficult neurosurgery, may not have a higher success rate than him.

“Tell me about Ma Zheng’s situation,” Yu Feng said after he had finished flipping through the pages. He then replaced the clipboard and casually placed his hands in the pockets of his white coat, looking calmly at the little patient lying on the bed who was curiously staring at him.

Upon closer examination, his features somewhat resembled Jiang Yan’s.

Dr. Lan calmed himself down, realizing that there was no emergency, and explained Ma Zheng’s condition to Yu Feng in a composed and rapid manner.

After listening, Yu Feng frowned and turned to ask, “With this condition, surgery should be performed as soon as possible. Why hasn’t it been arranged?”

Dr. Lan was momentarily at a loss, struggling under the intense gaze of Director Yu before finally stuttering a response, “Deputy Director Cheng doesn’t have time at the moment. His limit is two surgeries a day, and any more would carry a risk of decreased success rate, so I didn’t dare to schedule it.”

Unlike you, who can perform five surgeries a day without even a tremor.

But it was precisely because of this that, whenever hospital leaders had relatives or friends in need, they would always put in a word for them with Director Yu, resulting in his evening surgeries almost always being secured through the back door.

The attending physicians in charge of the wards don’t have the authority to perform surgeries, and they generally lack the capability, so it’s usually the deputy directors and directors who operate, with them assisting on the sidelines.

Dr. Lan, who followed Deputy Director Cheng, was over forty, and his surgical abilities were entirely based on accumulated experience, fairly average in skill. Moreover, the tumor in Ma Zheng was in a particularly sensitive location. On the second day that Ma Zheng was admitted, Dr. Lan had discussed the case with Deputy Director Cheng.

Truth be told, one reason surgery hadn’t been scheduled was because Deputy Director Cheng didn’t have the confidence.

Ma Zheng was too young—if anything went wrong…

He had thought of asking Yu Feng for a consultation, but he was overwhelmed with work and hadn’t found the time.

“I’m free the evening after next. Arrange it then, I’ll perform his surgery,” Yu Feng said.

This was also considered bumping up the schedule, but it didn’t push anyone else’s scheduled surgery back.

Dr. Lan was startled and asked Director Yu, “Then what about me…”

“You’ll assist on the sidelines, as my assistant.”

Dr. Lan immediately became excited. Director Yu’s surgeries weren’t something that just anyone could observe, and he had never managed to get on the schedule before.

Now things were looking up…

He turned to look at the little patient on the bed, his eyes alight with enthusiasm.

Yu Feng glanced at him, gave a few important instructions, and then turned to leave.

When he reached the door and saw that Jiang Yan hadn’t followed, he thought Jiang Yan might have something to say to his mother. Yu Feng casually waved his hand back at him.

Doctor Lan turned to look at Jiang Yan and thought to himself that this man must have a very special relationship with Director Yu; he could even get a last-minute slot for him directly.

To know that although Director Yu’s surgeries at night were all squeezed in through the back door, not all back doors were the same—in ordinary circumstances, even the relatives of the hospital director would have to wait a week to get a slot with Director Yu.

After all, he was the one wielding the scalpel—dare to go against his wishes and see what happens!

With questions still lingering in his mind, Doctor Lan, with more warmth than he had ever shown before, reminded Shu Wan of the things she needed to pay attention to in the next two days and the examinations she had to undergo tomorrow before finally leaving the ward satisfied.

After Doctor Lan left, Shu Wan and Ma Jiandong were still in a daze, hardly able to wrap their heads around what just happened.

Shu Wan looked at him and opened her mouth, “Xiaoyan, you and Doctor Yu…”

Jiang Yan didn’t make a sound; he was looking at Ma Zheng lying in bed, and Ma Zheng was also looking back at him. Both were staring with wide eyes, but neither averted their gaze.

Ma Jiandong snapped back to reality and quickly said to Ma Zheng, “Xiaozheng, quickly thank your brother.”

Ma Zheng looked at Jiang Yan and in a very soft voice said, “Thank you… brother.”

Jiang Yan still didn’t respond to him and simply turned to Shu Wan with a remark, “I’m leaving.”

Before Shu Wan could react, he had already taken large strides toward the door.

Ma Jiandong quickly reminded her, “Go see Xiaoyan out.”

Shu Wan rushed out, but Jiang Yan was already out of sight.

He didn’t take the elevator but instead turned to take the stairs.

Shu Wan looked a bit dejected, but when she returned to the ward, she saw Ma Zheng, unusually excited, telling her, “Mom, did you hear that? Brother introduced me to that good-looking doctor as his little brother.”

Shu Wan was puzzled, “When did he introduce you? I didn’t hear it.”

“Right at the beginning, the good-looking doctor pointed at me and asked brother, ‘Is this your little brother?’ How would others know if he didn’t say it?”

The focus of children is always different from adults—they select the part that interests them the most and ignore what doesn’t appeal to them.

Shu Wan and Ma Jiandong had done a good job raising Ma Zheng, who was naive and innocent, kind, and polite. Although Ma Jiandong wasn’t too keen on Shu Wan having any involvement with Jiang Yan, he never showed any resentment in front of Ma Zheng, and Shu Wan had clearly introduced Jiang Yan to him before.

This is your brother, also born from your mother’s stomach.

It was just that Jiang Yan’s coldness towards him was distressing.

“Although brother doesn’t pay attention to me, he must still acknowledge me as his little brother, right?”

He was quite happy because none of his classmates had an older brother, only he did.

Shu Wan and Ma Jiandong both fell silent…

Jiang Yan left the inpatient department and just reached downstairs when he received a call from Yu Feng, “Are you going home?”

“Yes.”

“Do we have duck blood at home?”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I haven’t had mao xue wang for a long time. The oil in the restaurants outside is too heavy, and the taste isn’t that great.”

Jiang Yan was quite speechless, “Are you going home to eat tonight? Didn’t you say you have a surgery at eight?”

“I still need to eat even if there’s surgery, right? I can’t be expected to go to the operating table on an empty stomach?”

“Alright, what else do you want to eat? Just say it!”

“Garlic stir-fried fish, cumin lamb, stir-fried green pepper with shredded potatoes, and make a hot and sour soup too. Can’t eat too much at night, these should be enough.”

Jiang Yan: ….

“Has your taste gotten heavier lately?”

“Why don’t you mention that because Xiaosi had heatiness, the food you cooked was too bland. Of course, the food at our hospital is even more tasteless; I’m almost sick of it.”