Just as Yan Feifan was scraping his heart and recalling the inspiration that had just passed, the short-haired boy who had just waved to Yan Feifan and came closer to him in a few big steps.

"So it's still a master! It's amazing. Even professional athletes can't do that far-range shot just now."

The short-haired classmate warmly invited him: "Student, let's have fun together and give us some advice."

Yan Feifan, who knew how good he was, smiled and refused: "You look up to me."

"I actually don't know how to play basketball. The shot just now was purely a blind cat and he had a good luck with a dead mouse."

The short-haired man asked in confusion: "It's just luck?"

"I see that your shooting posture just now is quite standard. Isn't it really good to play?"

"I really can't play, I just learned a little bit of fur in basketball class. The shot just now was really just a balloon of luck."

Yan Feifan explained again and then said, "You guys have fun, we just come here to see the fun."

After sending this man away, Yan Feifan, Yu Suye, and Duan Yu continued to stand by the basketball court and watch them play the ball.

However, at this time, Yan Feifan's attention was fully transferred to the world of consciousness, replaying the experience just now, hoping to capture that inspiration through the scene reappearance.

However, it still failed.

Yan Feifan also knew that such things were in a hurry.

He was sure that this was something that touched him, and that would become his own thing, and it would definitely appear again at some point.

Thinking of this, Yan Feifan stopped thinking about it and said to Yu Suye beside him: "Let's go back and take you around to the campus during the day someday."

"Okay! OK!" Yu Suye responded happily.

At this moment, a girl with short hair from the ear pulled a tall boy through the basketball court in front of her and ran towards them.

"Doctor Yan, Doctor Yan..."

Yan Feifan heard the shouting, stopped and waited for the two of them to run closer.

The short-haired girl gasped for two breaths and said excitedly: "Doctor Yan, I am Zhong Xuan, a freshman in clinical medicine this year. I have heard of your report during military training."

"Doctor Yan, you are my idol in life!"

Yan Feifan couldn't help but laugh and chuckled, "Hello, classmate Zhong Xuan! I'm too young, and I'm not suitable for idols."

He saw that the girl's big T-shirt was soaked in sweat and stuck to her body.

"Do you like playing basketball?"

Zhong Xuan smiled embarrassedly and said, "My dad likes to play basketball, he taught me since he was a child."

Yan Feifan said, "It's better to change his sports hobby. Playing basketball is more likely to hurt your knuckles and wrists."

"If you want to become a very powerful surgeon, you need to have extremely flexible hands."

Zhong Xuan looked at her hands, turned her head to look at the extremely lively basketball court, and nodded vigorously at Yan Feifan.

"Doctor Yan, I'll listen to you."

She asked carefully again: "Doctor Yan, can I observe and learn about your surgery?"

Yan Feifan replied softly: "It is OK to observe, but you have just studied clinical medicine. The most important thing is to learn medical theory knowledge first and lay a solid foundation."

After saying this, Yan Feifan turned his attention to the boy who was pulled over by Zhong Xuan.

This boy is several centimeters taller than Yan Feifan, with a long and melon-shaped face and pursed lips, making him look a little handsome.

Yan Feifan felt that this kid was a little kind-faced, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

He nodded at this guy, waved his hand to Zhong Xuan, and took Yu Suye's hand and left the basketball court...

Zhong Xuan looked at Yan Feifan's back as he was leaving, turned to look at the boy beside him.

"Yan Zhizhen, why didn't you say a word just now?"

"What a great opportunity to leave an impression? Dr. Yan didn't have any airs."

"When we get internship in the future, we may be able to stay with Dr. Yan with this meeting tonight."

Yan Zhizhen withdrew his gaze looking at Yan Feifan and said slowly: "I have to rely on my own strength to become a famous doctor."

He hit again: "Zhong Xuan, don't be deceived by his kind face just now."

"Medical skills do not equal medical products. As far as I know, Yan Feifan is an extremely hypocritical and selfish guy."

Zhong Xuan doesn't like to hear this anymore.

"If you speak the most wise thing and speak bad things, you must pay attention to the truth and not speak nonsense."

"Do you have evidence?"

“…”

Yan Zhizhen hesitated for a while and said, "Anyway, I just know that he is not as good as the rumored one."

"Otherwise, how could so many broken things happen to him again and again?"

"Flies don't bite seamless eggs..."

It was already past nine-thirty when Yan Feifan and his friends returned to their residence in Zuimo Huating.

When he was about to wash up, he received a call from Tang Jun, editor-in-chief of the Medical Edition of Binhai Journal.

"Exclusive interview?"

Yan Feifan refused: "Editor Tang, there is no need? Is it time for the exclusive interview yet?"

Tang Jun said excitedly on the phone: "We don't look at age, but at achievements."

"Doctor Yan, the achievements you have achieved now are more than enough to support an exclusive interview."

"To be honest, on the weekend, I have communicated with Director Jiang Zhaokui, Dr. Deng Chunming, Director Lu Jun, Dr. Qin Ying, Vice President Chen Yu, Director Qiu Ge and others from the affiliated hospital, and collected a lot of information about Dr. Yan."

"Add to add an exclusive interview, our October Journal can be regarded as your special issue for Doctor Yan."

Yan Feifan smiled and said, "It was just a post from my October issue, why did it become a special issue?"

Tang Jun laughed and said, "The problem is that your paper is as thick as a normal monthly magazine."

"This is the paper that has the most pages in the history of our journal."

"So, our editors discussed it and simply did not do it, and we would like to have an exclusive interview with you."

"At the same time, we also decided to use one of your photos for the cover of the October issue."

"Doctor Yan, this is the first time in the history of our journals, using a person's photo as a cover."

Yan Feifan replied happily and modestly: "The honor is so great, the honor is so great! Editor-in-chief Tang, don't be so arrogant."

Tang Jun laughed again and said, "Doctor Yan, this is not a scandal, it is what you deserve."

"If you make such a great achievement, you should receive such courtesy and cheers."

After pausing, Tang Jun said in the call: "Director Liang said that the double-surgery heart transplant surgery you have developed can not only shorten the surgical time by two hours, but also greatly improve the patient's postoperative recovery ability."

"Director Liang pointed out that the two surgeries completed with your surgical method, whether the heart transplanted or the patient themselves, are much better than those of the heart transplant patients at the same time."

"Director Liang analyzed that conservative estimates should be shortened from the original thirty days to twenty days."

"For patients, this can really reduce the cost of postoperative care by tens of thousands."

"Doctor Yan, your achievements have really benefited the vast number of heart transplant patients."

Yan Feifan said cautiously: "The patient's postoperative recovery effect will take time to further test."

Tang Jun smiled and said, "I still know Director Liang, and he will not say things he is not sure about."

"And, as doctors further master the new surgical method and with the further improvement and improvement of the new surgical method, the benefits it brings to patients will become more and more."

Tang Jun then asked: "Doctor Yan, when is the right time for this interview?"
Chapter completed!