Braised pork, braised fish pieces, Sixi roasted braised braised mushrooms, and a ham mushroom soup.

When Yan Feifan saw the dishes served by the chef himself, he thought that Secretary Meng’s rare treat this time was really a light meal.

These four dishes and one soup are also considered a relatively home-cooked dish.

With the surge in income, Yan Feifan's living standards have also made a qualitative leap.

Now the supper prepared by Aunt Du Qiu at home is much higher than the four dishes and one soup in front of her.

Of course, Yan Feifan can still eat the work lunch that the employees stir-fried in a cafeteria in a large pot.

He has not yet paid attention to the degree of not eating food.

Yan Feifan ate some casually, and then he heard Secretary Meng ask: "Doctor Yan, how are you preparing for the puncture technology observation seminar?"

"It's almost done!"

Yan Feifan replied vaguely and explained: "It's mainly Director Lu who is busy with this matter."

"I heard that all the participants have confirmed that the Jinxiu Hotel has also reserved the rooms and conference venues."

Wu Peng chuckled and said, "Doctor Yan, I heard that the applicants were very enthusiastic."

"Several academicians from the medical department took the initiative to say that they would come over and take a look at it when the time comes."

Yan Feifan was slightly stunned and said, "I haven't heard of this when the academician is coming here."

"I guess the academician is just strange. I want to see what I look like? After all, this is a display of surgical skills, not an academic achievement."

Wu Peng said solemnly: "Technology is also a major achievement, not to mention that this is a magical skill that can save lives."

"Doctor Yan, you can't be too humble!"

Yan Feifan smiled and took the soup bowl with a little embarrassedly and took a few sips.

Wu Peng asked again: "Doctor Yan, I also heard that you want to hold a plastic surgery observation meeting?"

Yan Feifan nodded and said, "The time is tentatively scheduled to be at the end of this month or the beginning of this month, which can be regarded as a summary and report of my study at the plastic surgery center during this period."

"From then, I will make some adjustments in my studies and working hours."

Secretary Meng heard Yan Feifan’s implicit meaning and said, “Doctor Yan, I hope it wasn’t for the payroll incident a few days ago that you had unnecessary pressure.”

He further stated: "The hospital strongly supports every doctor's legal labor income."

"Doctor Yan, you may not know..."

"The exposure of your salary has increased the willingness of many outstanding students to apply for medical school."

Yan Feifan said happily: "Really? That's a mistake."

After pausing for two seconds, he explained: "Secretary, Director, I learned plastic surgery with Director Wang at that time, mainly because Director Wang's daughter Yanyan..."

Wu Peng took the words with a sympathy and said, "We have also heard of Director Wang Chuan's daughter."

"Doctor Yan, you have the ability now?"

Yan Feifan faced Wu Peng's gaze, nodded, and said, "I dare not say that I have absolutely certainty, 70% to 80% of them."

"But it will take some time to prepare, and the general time of the operation is set around the Spring Festival."

Wu Peng, who was confirmed, said in surprise: "This is an operation that no one dares to do at home and abroad."

"Doesn't this mean..."

Wu Peng exclaimed: "Doctor Yan, your name is really worthy of your name."

"I was convinced."

Yan Feifan said half modestly and half proudly: "The main reason is that I am young and brave, they dare not take the surgery, I dare."

After eating a piece of braised pork, he continued: "After observing plastic surgery, you will still have plastic surgery."

"But it won't be that frequent, one is to keep the feel, and the other is to make money and support the family."

This made Secretary Meng a little happy.

"You have to take surgery to support your family with just your income. Wouldn't we, who are earning a dead salary, starve to death?"

Yan Feifan joked and said, "There is no way. I have a sister at home who can make trouble and make money. I can only work hard to make money..."

He originally thought that Secretary Meng was treating a meal this time because the drunkard was not drinking, either yelling to warn him or having other intentions.

Yan Feifan is hiding caution in dealing with it.

Unexpectedly, until the end of the light meal, Secretary Meng neither beat him nor said anything that made him confused.

Secretary Meng just asked about some work matters, and on behalf of the hospital, he said that he would strongly support Yan Feifan's growth, and that Yan Feifan could come to him directly when he encountered difficulties and needs in the future.

This made Yan Feifan a little confused.

Could it be that the other party simply brings closer relationships in this light meal?

After dinner, the three of them separated at the canteen door, and Yan Feifan sat directly on the Cayenne that Feng Jian drove over and left.

Meng Huaxin watched the car stay away, drove towards the south gate of the hospital, and slowly said, "Doctor Yan is still a relatively pure doctor."

"It's not pure enough, and medical skills will not improve to this level."

Wu Peng agreed and said softly: "It's just that Dean Liu has the trump card of Dr. Yan, and some of your ideas are difficult..."

Meng Huaxin sighed lightly and said, "This is also impossible. Dr. Yan is not only watching the city leaders, but also listening to someone in the central government."

"If we choose the wrong person to establish our prestige, we can only bear the consequences of failure."

"Wait patiently!"

"Wait until he makes a big mistake..."

Yan Feifan returned to Zui Mo Huating's residence and found that Zeng Ni was coming.

"My sister will have a flight tomorrow morning, so I'll call the front station first!"

Zeng Ni explained, and asked worriedly: "Su Ye said, are you going to retire from the plastic surgery center?"

Yan Feifan gave her a blank look and said, "It's not that she retires, but she will rarely undergo plastic surgery in the future."

Zeng Ni patted her small breasts and said, "That's good, just take the surgery."

"The other two sisters also said that if Jiaojiao's surgery was great, they would ask you to have the surgery if they lost everything."

Yan Feifan hummed twice and suddenly asked, "How much benefit did you charge for this surgery?"

"Where is it!"

Zeng Ni shouted angrily as if she was insulted: "Jiaojiao is my good sister, how can I make her money!"

"You don't defile our sisterly feelings."

"Yeah?"

Yan Feifan threatened: "Zeng Ni, if I were to know that this was not the case, you wouldn't think of working with me again in the future!"

"That...that..."

Zeng Ni shook her for a while before she stretched out her two fingers with a red face and said, "Two hundred thousand."

"The first time I did such a thing, I didn't dare to speak loudly."

"Out of trust in you, I still accept it later. She is not satisfied with the plastic surgery result, so she will not accept it."

Zeng Ni said worriedly again: "Feifan, you only have 200,000 yuan, don't you want to take a big bite, right?"

Yan Feifan glanced at her sideways and went back to his bedroom.

Staying at Fengweishan Villa these days, Yan Feifan is still missing two three-dimensional perspective views of the puncture injection of patients with intravertebral tumors without drawing.

Need to make up tonight.

He came to the desk and was about to pull out the chair.

As soon as Yan Feifan put his hand on the back of the chair, he noticed something was wrong before he could exert force.

As he has some obsessive-compulsive disorder, the distance between the chair pushes through the table hole is roughly the same.

This time, Yan Feifan found that the chair had moved out more than half a fist as usual.

He squatted down again and slowly opened the bottom right drawer of the desk.

This is filled with three-dimensional fluoroscopic manuscripts for intra-spinal tumor puncture injection drawn by Yan Feifan to Baining Medical Company.

There are thirty-six pictures.

Seeing the neatly stacked manuscript pictures in the drawer, Yan Feifan instantly understood.
Chapter completed!