Chapter 73 Doctor Yan

During his three years of graduate studies, Bai He's life was as peaceful as the clear green pool between Kitasato University and Medical University.

I often sit by the lake at noon, holding a book, until sunset.

She knew that no one would come along the lakeside boardwalk and bring her a box of Napoleon cakes made by the cake shop in the Medical University Food Court, which was once her favorite flavor.

Yan Yi rarely contacted her, and even when they did, it was only in the family group chat. On his parents' birthdays or holidays, he would send them blessings and red envelopes, often in the thousands or even tens of thousands.

Bai Xincheng repeatedly told him not to take part-time jobs and to focus on his studies. Yan Yi explained that his income wasn't from part-time work, but from scholarships and some returns on his investments. He also noted that joining the lab would also come with a salary.

Bai He rarely talked to him and they almost became strangers.

He didn't bother her, just as Qi Lang no longer contacted her.

That time... it was a sudden breakup, Qi Lang was heartbroken by her, and her words were so harsh that there was no room for them to be friends.

Bai He thought they could never be friends until the special circumstances last year.

Hong Kong media reported on the Internet that Hong Kong's richest man Qi Fengyu was pushed into the emergency operating room due to a sudden cerebral hemorrhage, but he ultimately could not be saved and died.

That time, Bai He and Yan Yi made a three-person video call to Qi Lang.

Qi Lang was dressed in black, his eyes red, but he didn't express any particular sadness, let alone cry, perhaps because he didn't want to appear vulnerable in front of his friends. He said he was fine and told them not to worry. He was very busy recently, and he was responsible for the funeral and burial arrangements, so he passed away first.

Yan Yi didn't say much, but gave him a funeral allowance for both him and Bai He. Although it wasn't much, it was a token of his appreciation, so Qi Lang accepted it.

Bai He looked at him, her eyes red all the time, unable to utter a word. Even the words of comfort... were choked in her throat. When she was about to end the video call, she could only utter two words: "Xiao Qi..."

"Don't worry, hang up."

The muscles at the corners of his eyes were twitching, and he was hanging in a hurry.

That was also the only time the three of them had gathered online in the past two or three years. They didn't say a few words and said goodbye in a hurry.

After Qi Fengyu's funeral, Bai He kept an eye on the developments in Hong Kong City. Within two days of Qi Fengyu's funeral, the bloody war for the family heir began.

During that period, Bai He felt his heart pounding every time he received news from Hong Kong. Kidnappings, accidental car accidents, and even people losing their lives... Bai He was terrified.

For a period of time, Qi Lang was basically out of contact, as if he had evaporated from the face of the earth and completely disappeared.

The Qi Group fell into the hands of Qi Shen, the eldest son of the Qi family.

There were many rumors, saying that this Fourth Young Master had been sent to Southeast Asia by Qi Shen for imprisonment; others said he was locked up in a mental hospital; even more outrageous, they said he was buried on the high seas...

Bai He didn't believe these outrageous rumors and would ask his colleagues at K-News every once in a while to see if there was any news about Qi Lang, but even the news agency couldn't find any trace of the Fourth Young Master.

It was not until half a year later that Qi Lang made a high-profile appearance in the media and public view, holding evidence that Qi Shen had killed someone and dumped the body on the high seas. He also exposed many video footages of his collusion with a Southeast Asian casino fraud gang, and successfully sent his brother to prison.

No one knows where Qi Lang has been in the past six months, but some paparazzi have taken private videos of him. His walking posture is not right, and his leg must have been injured. Even a former nurse from a private hospital broke the news to reporters, saying that the fourth master Qi had been treated in their hospital, and his left leg was the most seriously injured part, with shrapnel flying into the bone.

In short, after returning this time and defeating his biggest enemy, Qi Lang won the final victory in this fierce battle among the wealthy families and is now the leader of the group.

The media no longer called him the Fourth Young Master Qi. Anyone who saw him would respectfully address him as "Seventh Master."

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In his first year after graduating from graduate school, Bai He successfully joined the mainland branch of K-News.

During her graduate studies, she had been interning at K-News in Beili. Before Sister Wen Bing was transferred to Gangcheng, she promoted Bai He to a senior reporter at the news station and even wanted her to become the first female anchor of the evening prime-time news after graduation.

However, the proposal was rejected by the editor-in-chief.

The reason is the scar on Bai He's neck. Even as a senior reporter, sometimes when she goes out to report on the scene, there will be some controversy on the Internet about her appearance.

If I become a female anchor, I'm afraid I'll attract even more criticism.

Bai He has been studying medical cosmetic surgery, but she is a little afraid that the surgery may fail and leave more serious scars, so she wants to find a famous and reliable hospital for reconstructive surgery.

Su Xiaojing had previously helped her find out that there was an expert in Beijing who was very good at skin repair.

Bai He called the private medical beauty institution where the expert worked and heard that the expert charged by centimeters of skin. A scar as large as her neck would cost at least a million yuan, but it was guaranteed to be restored to its original state without any visible trace.

The price discouraged Bai He, as she couldn't afford to spend over a million on this kind of skin repair surgery.

Later, Bai He and Xiao Jing applied for a Korean visa and traveled around Korea. Of course, they also inquired about medical beauty institutions in Korea. The price was slightly cheaper than the expert's quote, but it was definitely at least several hundred thousand.

After thinking about it, I decided to forget it.

Her current salary is less than 20,000 yuan, and she would have to save for many years without eating or drinking to save enough for medical beauty expenses.

After get off work, Bai He received a call from Fu Siwei, who said that he had heard that a top skin repair expert had come to the dermatology department of the Affiliated Hospital of Beili Medical University. He asked a friend who also worked in the hospital to help him get an appointment with the expert and invited Bai He to go with him to see the doctor.

A colleague went downstairs with Bai He and saw Fu Siwei's Mercedes-Benz parked at the door. He winked at Bai He and said, "Your fiancée is here to pick you up again."

"What quasi-boyfriend? He and I are just friends."

"The friend who asks you out every week?"

"Because we're not very good at making new friends."

After graduation, Fu Siwei worked as a marketing manager in an Internet company and stayed in Beili City.

When Bai He was studying for her master's degree, Zhan Xinyue and Zhu Lianqiao both found their own jobs. Some returned to their hometowns, while others went to other cities and went their separate ways.

Bai He is not very good at socializing, so Fu Siwei often invites her to play escape rooms and board games on weekends, and the two become good friends.

To others, it seemed like Fu Siwei was pursuing her.

But Bai He knew in her heart that they had similar personalities and could talk to each other. Moreover, Fu Siwei had not pursued her at all, but treated her as an ordinary friend. That was why Bai He had been able to maintain their friendship for such a long time.

She trotted towards him.

Fu Siwei opened the car door for her and welcomed her in like a gentleman.

He had just got off work and was wearing a formal white shirt and black pants. His black eyes were clear and bright, and his smile was very gentle and approachable.

Such people do not have a strong aura, but are gentle as jade, and there is no pressure in interacting with them.

When he was her instructor, they had a heart-to-heart talk in the sports equipment room, and Bai He discovered that Fu Siwei was a boy who shared the same channel and aura as her.

So it's no surprise that the two of them became good friends.

"Is it still possible to get an appointment with a specialist at this hour?" Bai He asked doubtfully after getting in the car. "Everyone's off work, right?"

"There's still an hour left. I just asked my friend at the hospital, and the expert hasn't left yet."

"What kind of expert is this? So powerful?"

Fu Siwei drove onto the highway. "I've been keeping an eye out for information on medical aesthetics for you. I've asked my friend a few times about this. This specialist is from the US. As soon as he was admitted to the hospital, my friend told me about him. He said he's highly regarded for his skin surgeries. He once operated on a severely burned patient abroad. After seeing the photos of the girl afterward, her appearance was truly restored! He hasn't performed many surgeries, but his reputation is truly excellent."

"I've also inquired about experts in Beijing before. This kind of surgery, which can restore the original skin, charges by the centimeter, and the surgery is extremely expensive."

"Don't worry about the cost." Fu Siwei glanced at her, "I told you I could lend it to you."

"If I had asked you to lend me money, I would have gone to Beijing for surgery long ago." Bai He said helplessly, "The problem is, if you lend me money, I don't know when I can pay it back. I don't want to be burdened with huge debts right after graduation. I'm still renting a place to live."

"Whether you pay it back or not...it doesn't matter. It's only natural for friends to help each other."

"Okay, I know you're a millionaire, but... I still don't want to borrow money from my friends."

"Then are you going to the hospital or not?" Fu Siwei looked at her. "If you're determined not to have the repair done, I'll call my friend and tell them not to go. How about we go have a barbecue? Then we can watch a movie and go to a bar to listen to some music. Tomorrow is your day off anyway."

"You're really good at planning."

"Do you want to go home and watch TV? Or do you want to go back to the news office and work overtime on your articles?"

“I don’t love my job that much!”

Bai He smiled and said, "However, you've already made an appointment with your friends, and they've been kind enough to keep an eye on it for me. It seems a bit awkward not to go, so let's go and take a look."

"OK."

Fu Siwei parked the car in the underground garage of the Kitasato Medical University Hospital, and the two went to the dermatology department of the hospital together.

Fu Siwei asked Bai He to wait for him by the chair in the corridor. He went to find his friend first and asked his friend to introduce them privately to the plastic surgery expert who had returned from the United States.

After he left, Bai He strolled in the hospital corridor, looking at the many plastic surgery posters and billboards hanging on the wall.

Nurses came out of the office, blushing, whispering and laughing among themselves.

"Doctor Yan is so handsome!"

"Who understands? I can't even look at his face!"

"I didn't hear anything during his clinical lecture just now. My mind was all foggy."

"So, have you found out whether he is single or not?"

"It seems so."

…

Bai He was curious about what they said and looked towards the office.

The door was half-open, so I couldn't see the person's face clearly. I only saw a pair of hands lazily folding a paper lily.

The clean shirt sleeves were rolled up on his forearms, revealing faint blue veins on his cold white skin. His finger bones were long and slender, giving him a sense of strength.

The origami movements are neat and clean. Every fold of the page and every overlap of the lines are like the birth process of a work of art.

Under the windowsill, the origami lilies are shining with golden sunlight, just like the secret thoughts of youth.

"noob!"

At the end of the corridor, Fu Siwei called her, and she immediately withdrew her gaze and walked towards him.

"My friend said that the specialist is not available right now, but my friend is also a plastic surgery doctor. He'd like to meet you first, look at your scars, and give you an estimate."

"Ah, good!"

It’s certainly good to get an estimate in advance, but if the price is too high, there’s no need to see an expert.

In the reception room decorated in warm colors, Bai He met Fu Siwei's friend, a younger male doctor.

"Xiaobai, this is Zhou Yueran. You can call him Doctor Zhou." Fu Siwei introduced, "This is Xiaobai, the friend I told you about."

"Hello, Doctor Zhou."

Zhou Yueran looked at Bai He's neck after she took off the scarf, frowned, and said, "The scar is quite large."

"yes."

"Xiao Wei should have introduced the situation to you in advance. If you ask that expert to do it, don't ask for this price." Zhou Yueran gestured to her with a seven-digit number.

Bai He's heart sank: "It's so expensive."

"Yes, this expert has a PhD from Harvard Medical School. A while ago, a Hollywood star scratched her face while filming, and she asked this guy to repair it. I heard the surgery cost a million dollars!"

Dr. Zhou Yueran is a chatty person, talking endlessly as if he were promoting his own products. "Just two days after returning to China, his six-month appointment schedule is already fully booked. Many celebrities have also used their connections to get appointments with him... His level is there, so naturally his fees are not cheap."

“That’s amazing.”

Bai He looked at Fu Siwei, who shrugged: "It's up to you. It doesn't matter what you do. Don't worry about the cost. If you really want to do it, I can lend it to you."

Zhou Yueran laughed: "Wow, Xiaowei, you are not so generous to ordinary friends like us."

Fu Siwei glanced at him speechlessly: "She is also an ordinary friend of mine."

Bai He pondered for a moment and said, "Forget it. I can't afford the cost, and I don't want to borrow money from my friends."

At this time, a nurse came into the room and said something to Zhou Yueran. Zhou Yueran said, "Doctor Yan is free now. Would you like him to help you?"

Bai He asked sensitively, "Doctor Yan? Which Yan?"

Before he finished speaking, the nurse reminded him, "It's almost time to get off work. Doctor Zhou, has your friend made a decision?"

Zhou Yueran looked at Fu Siwei, who said to Bai He, "Since we're here, why don't you meet this expert?"

Bai He nodded.

It shouldn't be too expensive to just have a face-to-face consultation with this expert who charges seven figures.

The nurse took Bai He into the consultation room, turned on the warm light searchlight on the bed, asked Bai He to lie down, and wait for a while while she went to call the doctor over.

Bai He obediently lay down, holding the green silk scarf she had worn for many years in her hand.

The operating light on the examination bed made her eyes hurt, and she could hardly open them. She simply turned her head to look out the window to avoid the strong light.

Suddenly, the door of the consultation room opened and closed again. Bai He quickly sat up and wanted to say hello to the expert.

"Hello, doctor, I'm sorry to have delayed your get off work..."

The strong light just now caused a black shadow to appear in her eyes, and she could only see a tall and slender man in a white coat walking straight behind her.

Huh, such a young expert?

She thought to herself.

Behind me, I heard the rustling sound of a man taking off his white rubber gloves and the splashing sound of water washing his hands.

"Lie down."

The deep and magnetic voice was like a paper airplane, traveling through the long years and landing in her heart again.

Bai He turned around suddenly and saw the man.

Disbelieving eyes followed him until he reached the examination bed.

Yan Yi looked down at Bai He from above.

The white mask almost covered half of his face, hiding his sharp features. Only a pair of dark, bright eyes were lowered, glaring at her.

"Who are you…"

Before he finished speaking, his warm fingertips had already touched the scar on her neck, just as he had touched and caressed it countless times over the past few decades...

Bai He's whole body was stiff and he dared not move.

"If your skin is not in good condition, you should eat less seafood."

"Translation..."

He pulled down his mask, revealing his handsome face, and looked at her deeply with his black eyes.

Hot sparks splashed on her heart.

"When did you come back?"

He didn't answer her, adjusted the angle of his seat, and walked behind her.

A slender and strong hand came from behind, applied some cooling ointment on her neck, and rubbed it with his fingertips, making circles.

Bai He's heart was trembling... and he couldn't help but shiver.

His thin lips also gently covered hers, breathing softly in her ear——

"You're so nervous."

The corners of his lips curved slightly, "What are you afraid of? I won't eat you."

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