Yan Feifan's British Consulate and his delegation were generally considered a very smooth flying knife operation.

He took the car sent by the consulate and accompanied by Feng Jian, he came straight to the consulate without any obstacles.

Yan Feifan first exchanged a few simple greetings with the British Consul General, Counselor and others in Binhai.

Then, on the grounds of avoiding possible discomfort in the stomach and intestines, he politely declined the other party’s invitation to work dinner and directly entered the work mode with a team of doctors from Wellington Hospital in the UK.

The subject of the operation was a man in his fifties.

This time the other party didn't do anything, so he put some medical tape on his face to cover his face or something.

Yan Feifan’s work is carried out step by step.

He first performed a brain tumor tissue puncture sampling biopsy, waited for the test results, and then conducted the most core puncture injection, and then waited for the anhydrous ethanol to take effect.

During this three-hour and twenty-year-old process, Yan Feifan and the surgical experts in charge of brain tumor resection from the UK had a very in-depth medical discussion and gained some results.

After finishing his own work, Yan Feifan originally wanted to stay and observe and learn about his opponent's surgery, but he was politely invited out.

This made him very upset.

I feel like I am not respectful of the exchanges and breaking the rivers across the bridge.

This also made Yan Feifan make a decision.

If there is a similar operation in the future, he will take his own surgical team and refuse outsiders to participate throughout the process.

Although Yan Feifan is not worried that others can learn skills by stealing their skills, this layer of protection can make it more mysterious and noble.

Another point is that if there are more people in this team, the lion's mouth can open larger.

After all, he will have to maintain a team in the future.

Yan Feifan, who was in a little unhappy, refused the Consul General's invitation to have a midnight snack with some intentions, took the consulate car again to return to Zuimo Huating's residence.

As soon as he got home, Yan Feifan was so hungry that he was almost starving to death and asked his sister to cook a bowl of noodles for him.

He used this time to draw a sketch of the appearance of the subject of the surgery tonight based on his memory and sent it to Li Yun, a contact person of the relevant department...

"Fefan, I'm convinced you. I went there hungryly and came back."

Yan Ziruo teased and brought a large bowl of green vegetables, seaweed, shredded pork, shrimp, egg wonton noodles to Yan Feifan.

“Is British food that bad?”

"Don't tell me, the British are stingy and care about your meal."

"I'm afraid they will poison!"

Yan Feifan made a fool of himself and asked: "Su Ye has returned to the capital?"

Yan Ruo nodded and said, "The plane was over 7 o'clock in the evening, I took her to the airport."

After pausing, she yelled again: "Fairy, Su Ye and I took time to talk to the chief designers of three decoration design companies today."

"They will visit the villas in the academician community this weekend, and they will be able to provide decoration plans and quotes next week."

"At that time, we will choose the one that suits the most..."

Yan Feifan, who was eating noodles in big mouthfuls, said vaguely: "About decoration, sister, you and Su Ye can do it."

Yan Ziruo hummed, "I knew you would ignore it!"

After pausing, she asked casually: "Fairy, today the personnel adjustment announcement is officially released, and Wang Chuan is no longer the director."

"Did you notice that Wang Chuan feels so depressed?"

After hearing what my sister asked, Yan Feifan realized that today's special day, it seems that he didn't care about Wang Chuan specifically.

He recalled and said, "In the afternoon, we and Teacher Shi Min were talking about the work team and some things about me."

"I didn't feel anything that the director was feeling down or something was wrong."

He glanced at him calmly and said, "No matter how depressed he is in front of outsiders, he has to be motivated."

"In front of you, he has always played the role of a mature and steady senior. How can he be embarrassed to let you see your weak side?"

He sighed softly, "Maybe he will be drinking to relieve his sorrows in some place."

"Not it?"

Yan Feifan questioned: "It's just a department director. If he really can't let it go, he can open a plastic surgery medical institution."

"It's not that he doesn't have such strength."

Yan Ziruo glared at him and said, "You are just a dull guy, can you really understand what he is thinking?"

"Feifan, you call first, care, and then ask what he is doing now."

Yan Feifan ate two more bites of noodles and said casually: "Sister, it's almost eleven o'clock in the evening. Let's talk about anything tomorrow."

Seeing that my brother did not follow the execution, he raised his eyebrows and threatened, "Feifan, are you going to fight?"

Yan Feifan knew that if he resisted stubbornly, the next step would be the ruthless force attack from his sister.

He quickly touched his phone and muttered depressedly: "Why don't you call me? You're not unfamiliar with me."

As my sister raised her hand, Yan Feifan called quickly.

However, after the phone is connected, the sound of the phone is a prompt to shut down.

"Dialo Yanyan's number!"

Yan Feifan dialed Yanyan's number as her sister told her.

After five sounds, the call was answered.

"Fairy, the operation is over?" This was Wang Chuan's voice.

"Director, I've finished the part I'm responsible for and I've returned home."

Yan Feifan introduced and asked again: "Director, why did you turn off your phone?"

Wang Chuan sighed during the call and said, "There are a lot of messy phone calls tonight. I feel annoyed, so I turned off the phone."

"Hey, I said Feifan, I'm no longer the director. If you call me like this, I'm likely to misunderstand it."

"In this way, you call me in the future..."

Wang Chuan seemed a little confused about this new title, and he was quiet for a while before speaking again.

"It's so weird to call me Dr. Wang. Many people call me Brother Wang, Brother Chuan."

"Feifan, you will also call me Brother Wang or Brother Chuan in the future!"

Yan Feifan immediately refused and said, "How can this be? This is too big, little, no rules."

"Director, you have the truth to me as a teacher."

"I will call you from now on, teacher."

"No, you can't call the teacher!"

Wang Chuan said in a very resistant way during the call: "A master is your teacher, and your level is much better than me."

"Besides, I don't teach you much, I'm teaching you with a purpose."

"I feel guilty and ashamed when I hear you call me teacher."

Yan Feifan insisted: "A word can be a teacher. Director, the knowledge you teach me is much more than a word."

At this moment, Yan Ziruo suddenly interrupted and said, "Feifan, just call Brother Chuan. It is popular in society to call people younger."

"It's also friendly to call Brother Chuan."

After saying this, he said to his cell phone again: "Brother Chuan, what are you doing?"

"Ziruo is here too!"

Wang Chuan greeted him on the phone and said slowly: "The night is good tonight and it is quite cool."

"On the terrace, enjoy the nighttime wine tasting."

He said calmly and persuaded, "Drink less wine. The position of director is gone, it's no big deal."

Yan Ziruo reached out and picked up Yan Feifan's cell phone, and then persuaded him.

"You have proved yourself by bringing the plastic surgery center to the top three in the country..."

Seeing that his sister took over the call, Yan Feifan continued to eat noodles.

After he finished eating the noodles, his sister, who had been walking around the living room for a few times, came close to him and threw her cell phone.

"Wang Chuan is fine, we are worrying in vain."

Yan Feifan whispered: "I wasn't worried at all."

Yan Ziruo said in a good mood: "Oh, Brother Wang also said something ridiculous..."

"I said someone found him, and I hope he would be an intermediary, and said I would pay 100 million to buy the villa in our academician community."

Yan Ziruo asked in surprise: "Which villa is worth 100 million?"

"Why isn't it worth it?"

He shouted excitedly: "How scarce is the single-family villa in the bustling area of ​​the city center, and the surrounding environment is so good."

"Our building is the only one that has property rights to trade."

"Brother Chuan said, let alone 100 million, 200 million or 300 million, someone will come to grab it..."
Chapter completed!