Among the three waves of people coming on Wednesday, the first ones were Dr. Kevin Vega and his patients.

At 9:40 in the morning, the group of four came to the affiliated hospital.

After 11 o'clock in the morning, Yan Feifan underwent two intra-spinal tumor puncture injection surgeries and rushed to Xiaohonglou to meet Dr. Vega and the patients he brought.

The patient is a pure light red-haired American, female, forty-one years old.

Her husband and son were accompanying her.

Yan Feifan had a brief conversation with the patient, and told her to have a good rest today and tomorrow, to reduce the jet lag, and to welcome Friday's surgery with a better mental state.

He then invited Dr. Vega to have lunch.

In the Little Red Building, there is a small restaurant with an elegant dining environment.

It can provide Western food services to foreign patients treated here and their families.

Of course, there are also Chinese food.

Yan Feifan ordered a few Chinese dishes for Dr. Vega, which were in line with Western dining habits and tastes.

Staple food, Chinese hamburger and Roujiamo;

Main course, sweet and sour tenderloin;

Vegetable salad, sugar mixed with tomatoes;

Soup, beef soup.

Dr. Vega nodded frequently and praised the deliciousness of these few dishes without any expense.

"Doctor Yan, Mr. Zhou Yan's recovery of the current situation not only made Ms. Caroline full of confidence, but also made me more confident."

Dr. Vega said with a longing look on his face: "I hope we will have a happy cooperation on Friday and have greater success."

"I hope so too." Yan Feifan agreed.

Yan Feifan couldn't think of a good entry point for Sun Le's younger brother, so he decided to just go straight to it.

"Doctor Vega, I have something to ask you for help."

Vega put down the knife and fork, took another sip of ice water, and said, "Doctor Yan, please tell me in detail what is happening."

Yan Feifan organized the language and said, "The younger brother of a colleague is studying bioengineering at New York University and has excellent grades. He wants to apply for your alma mater, Stanford University School of Medicine."

"It's just that he has never received substantial recommendations..."

Hearing this, Dr. Vega understood what Yan Feifan was asking for.

He replied softly: "Now is the summer vacation time for American college students, and I can arrange for him to come to the hospital to be a volunteer for a while."

"If he has excellent academic performance in college and performs well in the hospital, I can consider writing him a letter of recommendation."

Yan Feifan knew that this result was OK.

Elites like Vega must be caring for their feathers and giving them a chance to perform, which is quite good.

"Doctor Vega, thank you!"

"I will notify that person to contact you as soon as possible..."

After completing Sun Le's request, Yan Feifan discussed the patient's surgical plan with Dr. Vega for a while, and then finished lunch.

Afterwards, Dr. Vega left the affiliated hospital and went to the Jinxiu Hotel not far away to rest.

Yan Feifan came to the director's office of the plastic surgery center.

The office of Xiaohonglou was not renovated. Before it was put into use, Wang Chuan's office was his temporary rest and office location.

At about one o'clock noon, Yan Feifan received a call from Liu Jin.

"Fairy, today several doctors have responded to me, hoping that I will persuade you to persuade the twins' families to agree to do organ donation."

Yan Feifan couldn't help but say: "Teacher, their information is really well-informed."

"They were thinking about it before the people arrived at the hospital."

Liu Jin sighed during the call: "There is no way to go. Each of them has at least 10 or 20 patients waiting for an organ transplant."

"You don't know that their eyes are all green."

"Every time a donor with a possible transplant in the hospital, they will jump on it as soon as possible."

Yan Feifan knew that Dean Liu was telling the truth.

Judging from the data, more than 300,000 patients in my country need transplantation due to terminal organ failure every year.

Among them, only more than 10,000 lucky people have the opportunity to obtain organ transplants every year, with a supply and demand ratio of 1 to 30, and the gap is huge.

However, Yan Feifan also knows that the supply and demand ratio of organ transplantation in the statistical sense is seriously inflated.

Among the more than 300,000 people who need organ transplants, many are blocked from the door due to economic reasons.

Transplanting an organ costs 300,000 to 500,000 yuan, and after the operation, it costs 50,000 to 50,000 yuan per month for treatment.

This is astronomical for many ordinary people.

On the other hand, it is the hospital's ability to serve.

At present, there are 70 to 80 hospitals in the country that can undergo liver transplantation, more than 90 kidney transplants, and more than 20 heart transplants and lung transplants.

There are only a few hundred doctors across the country who can perform organ transplant surgery.

Their medical service capacity each year can only undergo more than 10,000 organ transplant surgeries.

As an affiliated hospital that can perform whole-organ transplant surgery, one of the only ten special hospitals in the country, naturally brings together many patients who need organ transplant surgery.

"Teacher, I have asked someone to ask about organ donation, but I haven't received a clear answer yet."

"I will find an opportunity to persuade me in the past few days..."

Not long after the call with Liu Jin was over, Yan Feifan waited for a female trainee from Bangzi Country.

Accompanied by two agents and mother, she came to the plastic surgery center with Director Wang Chuan.

Yan Feifan originally thought that communication may cause some language barriers, but he did not expect that the female trainee spoke very fluently in Chinese.

The trainee said that she started learning Chinese since she was eight years old.

Among the three plastic surgery plans given by Yan Feifan, she and the accompanying person clearly stated that she should choose a surgical plan with dimples.

This was just a tickling point of Yan Feifan's heart.

That was also his favorite design.

Therefore, during the subsequent facial examination, Yan Feifan checked this cute girl who bowed at every turn very seriously.

Moreover, during the entire contact process, Yan Feifan felt a feeling of being particularly respected.

The female trainee, her mother, and the two agents were very polite, and basically talked to him with her body.

Even if you ask questions, it is a tone of discussion.

This made Yan Feifan very useful.

After sending the female trainees and their group to the top ward, Yan Feifan couldn't help but complain to Wang Chuan: "Director, it would be great if the Chinese people were polite like them, how comfortable it would be."

Wang Chuan just laughed and said, "Freefan, their politeness is because they recognize your expert identity."

"In their country, there are quite strict classes, as well as seniors and juniors in the workplace."

"As you as a resident doctor, in their country, you have to bow and say hello whenever you see a doctor who is higher than you or who is earlier than you."

"Whatever you do, you have to queue up according to your qualifications, and you also have to do the hardest and most tiring work."

Yan Feifan imagines himself, bowing every day, and the result will definitely cause lumbar muscle strain.

Yan Feifan woke up and said, "That's right, a country that pays too much attention to etiquette requires both others and itself."

"We are good now, everyone is equal, without too much red tape, everyone is relaxed..."

At 5:46 pm, two ambulances with license plates and two SUVs slowly drove into the affiliated hospital from the south gate.

The twins, who were only seven years old and their families, finally arrived at their destination successfully.

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