Chapter 223

At the Renhe Hospital orthopedics clinic, the attending physician was feeling around the arm and shoulder of a little girl who was wearing a small ponytail, looking pitiful with her big eyes wide open, wanting to cry but afraid of disturbing the doctor, and pretending to be calm.

The girl's parents stood to the side, not daring to breathe, watching their child with heartache.

After feeling around for a while, the attending physician turned his head to greet Wang Yan: "Come on, kid."

Wang Yan nodded and smiled at the little girl's parents, walked up to the little girl, reached out to feel the area, and smiled at her: "You can't be this naughty next time."

Before the little girl could answer, Wang Yan pressed one hand on her shoulder and tugged her arm with the other. After a slight "crack" sound, he rubbed the little girl's head: "There, your arm is back."

This little one had a dislocated arm. When she arrived, she was crying with her mouth wide open, saying her arm was gone, her arm was gone—it really made one not know whether to laugh or cry.

The attending physician signed the papers, gave some instructions, and sent off the couple who kept expressing their gratitude. He looked at Wang Yan, who was drinking water on the side: "Your technique is really impressive. I've been at this for six years and I'm not as nimble as you."

Wang Yan smiled: "Deep family learning, you know. Massage and bone-setting are both skills I'm handy with. It's nothing."

"Heh, you're really not humble."

Wang Yan smiled. Just then, the next patient came in, and he continued to get busy.

He knew how to conduct himself, had good grades, learned quickly, and by building good relationships, he was basically the top-tier talent being cultivated by the Class of '92, considered a rising star of Renhe. During his hospital internship, his authority was quite large, and most people were relatively enthusiastic toward him.

Wang Yan was still the same as before, mixing in the outpatient and emergency departments. When he encountered major surgeries, regardless of whether it was the lead surgeon, first assistant, second assistant, anesthesiologist, or nurse, he would directly offer to help. If he encountered minor surgeries, he could still get jobs like retracting, debridement, or suturing. His accumulation of experience was quite good, absolutely far exceeding the others.

However, there is one bad thing about being a doctor: it's endless once you get busy. This is also where frontline medical staff are respectable. They sacrifice a great deal of leisure, entertainment, and time with their families to maintain the health, and even the lives, of people they have never met.

Of course, since one has chosen the path of a doctor, that is what one does; it is all something that should be paid. Although there are still some other dirty and shameful things, they cannot cover up the glory of medical dedication beneath most white coats.

By the time he finished his busy day, managed to eat dinner, and returned to the dormitory, it was already past nine in the evening.

As soon as he opened the door and went in, he heard a group of people, including Gu Ming, criticizing Qiu Shui.

"Yo, what's going on? So lively, having a meeting?"

Xin Yi turned his head to see Wang Yan walking in and glared at him: "We're talking about Qiu Shui."

"Qiu Shui?" Wang Yan looked at Qiu Shui through the gap: "What's wrong with you?"

Qiu Shui didn't pay attention to Wang Yan. He didn't like him to begin with, and now that he was in a bad mood, he wanted to pay attention to him even less.

Hou Pu said: "You weren't here today, you didn't see it. It was a huge scene."

"Tell me what happened."

Du Zhong pushed Hou Pu, looked at Qiu Shui's expression, and whispered: "Qiu Shui was messing around with other women outside and was discovered by Xiao Hong. Today at the hospital, she didn't care about anything and had a huge scene with Qiu Shui."

Wang Yan asked: "Did they sleep together?"

"That, they didn't. It's just that they were too close, and plus Qiu Shui and Xiao Hong have been breaking up recently. Maybe they didn't talk it out well, and Xiao Hong couldn't take it and just started the scene. At the time, the scene was quite large. Patients, family members, doctors, and everyone saw it. The college leadership also knows. There's an eighty percent chance he'll be disciplined."

Everything else was fine, but when Du Zhong said he would be disciplined, he couldn't help but gloat. Wang Yan understood; their relationship was just average, not very close, and watching the fun is never a big deal, right?

He didn't hear the news because he was too busy that day, unlike the others who were so leisurely. And their internship departments were different; if there was fun news, it still had to ferment a bit. Of course, good news doesn't leave the door, but bad news travels a thousand miles. The place where he was interning should have known already. It's just that he was busy with a few surgeries and missed the time for collective gossip.

Wang Yan didn't say anything, waved his hand at the group of people waiting for him to speak: "You guys continue, I'm going to wash up." After speaking, he took his basin and went to the washroom.

He had no interest in Qiu Shui's messy business. A guy who could break up with Xiao Hong eight times a year—it was annoying just to hear about it. As for Qiu Shui being too close to other women, how normal was that? At a hot-blooded age, and a literary youth at that, he calls it looking for inspiration. If you don't experience it, how can you create, right?

There's an eighty percent chance that after three years of showing devotion to Zhao Yingnan without any response, he thought it through. Plus, after pulling back and forth with Xiao Hong for several years, he was indeed a bit tired. Maybe he opened his heart, stopped caring about Wang Yan, and went to experience the glittering world instead.

Wang Yan washed up, came back, lay on the bed, and read a book casually. In his ears was the buzzing sound of people criticizing Qiu Shui and urging him to admit his mistakes—it was a way to find quiet in the noise.

A while later, just as Wang Yan was reading intently, the phone at the head of his bed rang. He picked it up, saw it was a strange number, and casually put it to his ear to answer: "Hello, who is this?"

"Hmm, why are you looking for me?"

"Okay, where?"

"I'll be over in a while."

Hanging up the phone, Wang Yan jumped off the bed and put on his clothes.

Hou Pu said: "Wang Yan, it's so late, are you going out again?"

He didn't ask who it was. Everyone knew Wang Yan's business was doing well, and it wasn't the first time he'd received calls in the middle of the night, not to mention it was only past nine.

Wang Yan thought for a moment and smiled: "Too many things to do, no choice, I'm not the master of my own time. Hmm... haven't had any meat lately, right? Should I buy some tomorrow night?"

Hou Pu was close to him; if he wasn't borrowing money, he was craving food—a typical "use people when you need them" attitude. It wasn't that Hou Pu wasn't good to him usually; if you really had to say it, Hou Pu was actually the closest to him, it was just two different faces.

Hearing Wang Yan say this, how could the others care about Qiu Shui? They quickly started ordering food.

After making noise for a while, Wang Yan put on his clothes: "Alright, so many demands for food. Just buy whatever, eat whatever. You guys continue, I'm leaving."

Watching Wang Yan leave, the others turned their heads back to buzz at Qiu Shui again. Of course, they were well-intentioned, urging reconciliation rather than separation, basically criticizing Qiu Shui's faults. Qiu Shui was a self-centered person; he had endured it for a long time and it was already hard enough. Wang Yan had even glanced at him when he went out, and Qiu Shui felt he saw the mockery in those eyes clearly. Now that this group of people turned back to nag him, he finally exploded.

"Alright, are you done yet? Huh? My own business, what does it have to do with you?"

Hou Pu, Xin Yi, and the others looked at each other and muttered as they dispersed. Mud can't be plastered on a wall; the dog bites Lu Dongbin; Dong Guo and the snake—let it be whatever it wants to be.

The others went back to their own business, and no one paid attention to Qiu Shui. The room was a bit oppressive for a moment. Qiu Shui felt annoyed staying there, so he put on his clothes and left directly.

Wang Yan left the school gate, waved to stop a taxi, and headed straight for Sanlitun after getting in.

Arriving at the place, Wang Yan found the corresponding bar according to the name mentioned on the phone earlier and walked straight in.

Compared to later times, the bars at this time only lacked decor, sound systems, and DJ tricks. In general, those who came to the bar for excitement were still relatively avant-garde people pursuing new things, so the average age was still a bit older than later. However, whether they were pursuing new things or not, the way they played wasn't much worse than later—it was all quite flashy.

Facing the dancing crowd under the flashing lights, Wang Yan observed for a moment and found Xiao Hong, who was sitting there drinking while dealing with a man hitting on her.

Moving to get closer, Wang Yan reached out and patted the shoulder of the man hitting on her, saying politely: "She's my friend, sorry about that."

"So what if she's your friend? Who do you think you are?"

While speaking, the man wanted to push away Wang Yan's hand on his shoulder, but no matter how hard he tried with both hands, he couldn't push it off, and his shoulder was getting more and more painful as the other person gripped it.

Wang Yan looked at him with a smile, the strength in his hand gradually increasing: "Can you give me some face?"

"I can, I can, can you let go?"

The man was grimacing in pain, but he wasn't a brainless idiot who would directly fight Wang Yan. He felt it personally—the other person's grip was so strong, and he dared to use force against someone like him who looked like a tough guy at first glance; he must be confident. Unfortunately, he wasn't confident he could beat the smiling person in front of him. Moreover, they didn't dare offend the people watching the place here; causing trouble wouldn't end well.

Wang Yan let go and looked at him indifferently: "Please."

The man glared at Wang Yan with hatred, thinking that a gentleman's revenge is not too late in a little while, and slunk away.

No matter what, he had been a gang leader, and he had had too much contact with big and small thugs. From the look in that man's eyes, Wang Yan knew it couldn't end well. Everywhere there are people showing off, everywhere there is bloody and vulgar drama—it's unavoidable.

That man was definitely not a good person. Although a certain saying is disgusting most of the time, it is indeed reasonable at certain times, and that is "it takes two to tango." The bar was already a mixed bag, and Xiao Hong was drinking alone in a depressed mood. At a glance, wasn't it obvious she had something going on and came out to drown her sorrows?

And that little thug was aiming to sleep with Xiao Hong. If Xiao Hong were drinking alone in a depressed mood, they probably wouldn't have come to pester her; at most, they would just show off a bit and leave. It was Xiao Hong who let people see her weakness, making people feel she was prey that could be taken down, just waiting to be carried away after getting drunk.

Xiao Hong wasn't drunk. She didn't even take that little thug seriously. Seeing Wang Yan settle it, she shouted loudly: "Come, drink with me."

Wang Yan sat down and poured himself a glass of wine: "Are you sure? If you don't walk out of here, there's no room for regret."

"Isn't he messing around outside? Why can he, and I can't?" Xiao Hong sat down next to Wang Yan, leaning her whole body against him: "I don't believe you don't know Qiu Shui likes Zhao Yingnan."

There was no reason to refuse someone who delivered herself to his door. Wang Yan hugged Xiao Hong, clinked his glass with hers with his other hand, drank it in one gulp, felt the trembling of the body in his arms, and whispered in her ear: "He just likes her, that's all. I don't care. After all, Zhao Yingnan is indeed very excellent, isn't she?"

Xiao Hong lay in Wang Yan's arms, feeling his solid arms: "I know Qiu Shui is jealous of you."

"So you throw yourself at me? He doesn't know, and doing this is useless." Wang Yan's hand wandered over Xiao Hong's body: "It's not too late to regret it now."

"No." Xiao Hong's voice trembled slightly: "Do you remember when I went to your boys' dormitory to give Qiu Shui movie tickets during military training?"

"Hmm, go on."

"You saved me that day. Since then, I've been interested in you. Doesn't Qiu Shui like Zhao Yingnan? Isn't he messing around outside? Then I'll be with the person he's most jealous of to take revenge on him."

"The only one hurt is you."

"I'm willing."

Wang Yan lowered his head, his deep eyes meeting Xiao Hong's.

After a long while, seeing her eyes flicker but stubbornly refusing to escape, Wang Yan let go of Xiao Hong, took a bottle of wine, and handed it to her: "Finish it."

Xiao Hong smiled, her eyes red, clinked her bottle with Wang Yan's, tilted her head, and drank it in one gulp.

Wang Yan had already finished his. Seeing Xiao Hong hiccup and put down the bottle, he said: "Let's go."

Without speaking, Xiao Hong got up, followed Wang Yan, and walked out of the bar.

And as Wang Yan and the other person left, a group of seven or eight people not far away also followed them out.

There were no surprises. There weren't that many surveillance cameras or anything at this time. Wang Yan let Xiao Hong get into a taxi first and wait, while he followed the group of people into a nearby alley. Not long after, he came out, got into the car, and drove away.

Just as Wang Yan was getting into the car, a taxi happened to stop, and Qiu Shui got out. All he saw was the back of Wang Yan getting into the car. Although he felt it looked familiar, he didn't see the face in the end. Moreover, Qiu Shui didn't have that much leisure time now, so he walked straight into a bar...

Wang Yan took Xiao Hong to a hotel after getting into the car. It was just for fun; even if he would go out to play in the future, he couldn't bring them home. Although he was confident he could handle a woman like Xiao Hong, there was really no need to bring trouble upon himself.

When Xiao Wang entered her body and was surrounded by warmth, even though Xiao Hong understood it clearly, she couldn't help but shed tears. Whether it was sadness, regret, or something else, Wang Yan had no interest in paying attention to those useless things. All he did was go deep and then shallow, and after a few times, Xiao Hong stopped crying...

To be honest, Xiao Hong was really just average. She had a skinny build with nothing to offer, not a single ounce of meat on her body, far worse than Zhao Yingnan. Not just her figure, but her appearance and everything else were the same. If one had to say what Xiao Hong's strength was, it was probably that she was open-minded and sounded wild—that could count as one.

Whether it was Zhao Yingnan or Yang Yue, neither of them was very open-minded; most of the time they just muffled their groans. Xiao Hong was different. She would encourage, she would cheer, she was quite good at it, hmm... it was quite good...

Of course, it's not that Wang Yan hadn't seen the world; in his three hundred years of energy, there were too many who could scream. It's just that the memories were long ago, and it wasn't a very important matter, so there was some unfamiliar freshness, but it was only compared to the other two women.

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The next day, Wang Yan continued his hospital internship in high spirits.

After a busy morning, he made an appointment to have lunch with Zhao Yingnan and Yang Yue at noon.

The food at this time was much better than during the military training. First, compared to three years ago, the country had developed rapidly, and material wealth had made significant progress. Second, this was the hospital's staff canteen, and they were all doctors with irregular schedules; if the food wasn't good, they would be ruined, not to mention this was the top hospital canteen in the country. Meat and vegetables were paired, nutrition was quite balanced, and most importantly, it was free.

Zhao Yingnan and Yang Yue sat on one side, and Wang Yan sat on the other. After taking a bite of food, Zhao Yingnan asked: "Do you know that Qiu Shui and Xiao Hong had a huge scene at the hospital yesterday?"

"I know. When I went back to the dorm last night, they were talking about this, and they were all criticizing Qiu Shui together." Wang Yan picked up the vegetables he didn't like that Yang Yue had put on his plate and took a bite: "Is there a result?"

Yang Yue curled her lips: "A notice, a warning, and writing a self-criticism, that's it."

Zhao Yingnan nodded: "Qiu Shui's father was elected as an academician. The school leadership also has to consider the relationship there, so it's impossible to punish him too severely."

"Indeed, but it's hard to stop the gossip of the crowd."

"I guess it won't be talked about for long. We'll be seniors when school starts, and we'll forget it soon." Zhao Yingnan muttered: "I really didn't think Qiu Shui was that kind of person, it's really..."

Hearing this, Wang Yan felt a bit implicated, which wasn't conducive to family unity. He glanced at Yang Yue, who was eating with her head down: "Let's just live our own lives well, don't think so much, hurry up and eat, we have to get busy in a while."

Zhao Yingnan glared at Wang Yan with her beautiful eyes, lowered her head to continue eating, and turned to talk about things during her internship.

The atmosphere was much better this time. Both women were top students, and Wang Mouren was the top of the top. For a moment, it was a bit like a lecture. Wang Yan shared some of his experience and insights with the two women, which indeed benefited them a lot.

After all, when he started learning Western medicine, he used the perspective of TCM to look at it and learn it. Although there are some "witchcraft" methods like incantations in TCM, overall, it is simple, dialectical, and emphasizes experience. At least that's how he learned it. Counting the scattered ones from before, as well as the seventy-plus years from *Brotherhood of Blades*, he had studied TCM for over a hundred years and had his own set of theories, long ago becoming a master of a generation who was not stuck in learning.

He learned Western medicine to integrate Chinese and Western, not to do both sets side by side. Although he might not be able to spread his own thoughts and methods, his heart had long been bigger than the sky, far from satisfied with just picking up others' wisdom. So he took Chinese as the main and Western as the auxiliary, gathering the achievements of modern medical paths and establishing his own school.

Perhaps his IQ wasn't enough, but quantitative change leads to qualitative change, and time is a very powerful thing. Just as he spent a hundred years of effort for artificial intelligence, he could also spend two hundred or three hundred years for the medical path. Dripping water can penetrate a stone; there will always be a day of success.

Back to the point, although he gave lectures to Zhao Yingnan and Yang Yue, to be honest, he didn't really approve of all three of them practicing medicine. Because a job like a doctor was really dispensable for the two of them.

Zhao Yingnan was because her mother was a military doctor, and she had been determined to be a doctor since she was a child.

Yang Yue was different. She didn't like the profession of a doctor, but simply felt it had a good future. But now that she was with Wang Yan, and he wouldn't dump her, it was completely unnecessary.

Wang Yan had mentioned it before, saying he would let them both go into business, but neither agreed. The reason was simple: they weren't interested. Zhao Yingnan's family was powerful, and although Yang Yue couldn't reach that level, her parents were both employees, and the conditions were quite good. Now that she was with Wang Yan, there was even less need to think about that.

This also led to the fact that Wang Yan's increasingly growing company outside had actually never been led by anyone, just remotely controlled like that...

After a simple lunch, it was another busy afternoon. In the middle, he called someone to buy some cooked food and send it over. It wasn't until the evening that Wang Yan returned to the dorm after nine o'clock.

The group had been back for a long time, just waiting for Wang Yan. Seeing him walk in, Wang Yan was not surprisingly welcomed much more enthusiastically than usual.

Watching the group of guys eating fiercely, Wang Yan just treated it as feeding pigs. Scanning the room and not seeing Qiu Shui, he asked: "Where's Qiu Shui? Wasn't he just disciplined? Why isn't he staying put?"

Huang Qi was gnawing on a pig's trotter: "How can we compare to him? What's that little bit of discipline?"

Hou Pu was tearing at a chicken leg, his mouth full of grease: "He and Xiao Hong have made up again, and went out..." As he spoke, he gave Wang Yan an expression that every man understands.

Xin Yi couldn't help but shake his head: "The two of them are really capable of making trouble. Yesterday they were fighting to the death, and today they went out together."

"Who says it isn't? I really don't understand them." Du Zhong chimed in from the side.

Wang Yan looked at Du Zhong: "Hey, Du Zhong, how far have you and Gu Xiaoman gotten?"

"No, why are you talking about me?" Du Zhong buried his head in eating: "You guys talk about yours, treat me as if I don't exist."

"Why? Don't tell me you haven't completely taken down Gu Xiaoman in two years? Ah, hahaha..."

Hou Pu was a virgin; except for patients, he hadn't even touched a woman's hand, but he was the most active in mocking others.

Sure enough, before Hou Pu could be happy for long, Huang Qi added a poisonous remark: "Forget it, at least he has a partner, unlike you, single for so many years."

"You're the one to talk. Even if you have a partner, isn't it the same as not having one?"

Then several people started attacking each other over whether they were virgins or had partners, and for a while, it was incredibly lively. Xin Yi also joined in the fun and laughter.

Two years had passed, and Xin Yi had also walked out of it. Although he was still a bit unnatural facing Yang Yue, the inability to let go at the beginning now seemed like just that—after all, Yang Yue was doing very well and was still as high-spirited as she was at the beginning.

Similarly, he was no longer as complicated toward Wang Yan as he was at the beginning; he accepted his fate. If nothing else, his proudest study item—he studied until he was dead, but he still didn't have as good grades as Wang Yan, and he even blew them away, making them unable to have the desire to chase. Not to mention that Wang Yan was also a rich man. Although he didn't know exactly how much he had, looking at that, it should be a number they couldn't reach.

Couldn't study as well, couldn't fight as well, no one had money, and no one had talent. In such a situation, if he didn't walk out, what else could he do? He didn't start a new relationship with an open heart; all he lacked was that "her" who caught his eye...

Wang Yan could feel these things. After all, Xin Yi was a mission target, and his mental health couldn't be neglected either; most diseases are caused by heart disease. He basically acted as a father to Xin Yi and took good care of him. He never missed the exercise item, and the secret pills were always supplied. He was a slightly chubby, good young man...