CHAPTER 102: CHAPTER 102: WHY ARE YOU CRYING?

"Chao, I think we should choose An Yan over An Shimeng!" Lin Jiahang said.

Although An Yan had given them a hard time, it also proved her strength.

All of them came from rural areas and wanted to expand their network at university, so naturally, they had to choose someone with more power.

"Right, An Shimeng is just a fake rich girl; there’s no future following her."

Song Yushu chimed in as well.

"Who said I was going to follow her?"

Ma Chao pocketed his phone and smiled smugly. "We’re going to help An Yan!"

"Chao, do you mean we’re going to be An Yan’s undercover agents?"

"Yeah, after all, we just offended her. To get her to take a second look at us, we naturally have to make a significant gesture! What do you think?"

The other three exchanged glances and nodded.

"Let’s do it!"

「**」

During the third class, An Yan got an urgent call from Xiaohe. "Miss An Yan, help, please!"

One of Xiaohe’s colleagues had been attacked by an irate individual he was trying to mediate for during a dispute.

It was the same officer Zhang Xuebin had mentioned before, who couldn’t hold a gun because of his injured finger.

Xiaohe was crying as he spoke. "Please, could you reattach his finger? Ever since he concluded his hand would never heal, he’s been acting like a man with a death wish. He charges forward recklessly, disregarding his own life, and this is the fourth time this month he’s been injured."

"Okay, I understand. Bring him to Renhe Hospital, and I’ll head out now too. I’ll see you at the hospital."

On the way, An Yan called Ya Zhuo, but she couldn’t get through.

An Yan thought he was in surgery until she arrived at the hospital and found out that Ya Zhuo wasn’t even there.

But as soon as the hospital director heard she had arrived, he came out to greet her. "Doctor An Yan, are you looking for Ya Zhuo for something? He went to Shangjing Hospital for a professional exchange. If there’s anything you need, just tell me."

An Yan knew doctors often participated in these kinds of professional exchanges, so she didn’t think much of it and directly stated her purpose. "I need an operating room for a minor surgery!"

"No problem, I’ll arrange it for you."

After the director made the arrangements, Zhang Xuebin also arrived with his man.

The young man was probably in his mid-twenties, with a strapping figure and rugged features, but there was a deathly look in his eyes.

His jaw sported a dense stubble. His entire face had an abnormal, grayish-white pallor, perhaps from pain or something else.

He seemed quite unwilling to receive treatment; all his body language showed resistance.

Officer He Chuwei and Zhang Xuebin each took an arm and forced him down into a chair.

Ye Xingyu furrowed his brows, impatient. "Why did you bring me here again? I had this very hand reattached here! Do you think they couldn’t do a good job before, but now they can?"

As Ye Xingyu spoke, Song Yiliang, who was standing behind the director, quickly stepped forward. "Yes, I performed the surgery on this officer last time. May I ask if there is a problem?"

Song Yiliang was slightly anxious. If there had been a problem, why hadn’t they come to him for a follow-up instead of calling Doctor An Yan?

He stepped forward and lifted Ye Xingyu’s hand.

It appeared to have healed nicely—no redness, no swelling, and it could even move!

"But he can’t hold a gun!" Officer He Chuwei, who was supporting Ye Xingyu, said, her voice choked with emotion.

Ye Xingyu glared at her unhappily. "He Chuwei, why are you crying? Who are you to me to be crying like that!"

He Chuwei quickly held back her tears. "Sorry, my fault."

"Since you admit you’re wrong, then stop being an eyesore and get out. With Director Zhang watching, it’s not like I can run off!"

"I..."

"Go on!" Ye Xingyu yelled.

Officer He Chuwei awkwardly let go of his hand, hesitated, glanced from him to An Yan, and then finally, obediently, left.

Zhang Xuebin ignored them and focused on speaking to Song Yiliang. "Yes, his surgery was performed by Doctor Song, but he is a sniper in our team. A sniper who can’t hold a gun—how is he supposed to face the future?"

"But a completely severed finger, once reattached, can’t possibly be the same as the original."

Song Yiliang felt aggrieved; he was a doctor, not a miracle worker!

An Yan patted Doctor Song on the shoulder. "Did you get the X-rays?"

"Got them!" Zhang Xuebin handed the X-rays to An Yan.

An Yan reviewed the X-rays while Ye Xingyu frowned and watched her.

She wore a blue cashmere coat over a white high-neck sweater, paired with dark blue skinny pants and tall leather boots that made her legs look slim and straight.

This outfit, he’d believe she was some rich family’s young mistress, but a miracle-working doctor? He sincerely didn’t buy it!

He strongly suspected that this was another one of Director Zhang’s schemes to make him feel better!

Last time, Director Zhang found an actor to pretend to be someone he had saved, showering him with gratitude and tears. It made him quite moved, until he discovered Director Zhang had paid the actor behind his back.

Could this be another actor? This act was too unconvincing; she wasn’t even wearing a uniform!

Ye Xingyu sneered and stood up. "Director Zhang, don’t bother. Even without this finger, I can still earn merits!"

"You stand right there!" Zhang Xuebin was furious. "When I say your hand can be healed, it means it can be healed."

"How? By getting an actor to pretend, and then I can really hold a gun?" Ye Xingyu looked at An Yan. "She’s so pretty; the appearance fee must be high, right?"

An Yan was speechless.

"Or do you think, Director Zhang, that I’m the type to be swayed by a pretty doctor and suddenly find hope in life again? There’s no need. Really. I’m already fine!"

Zhang Xuebin clapped a hand over his mouth, fearing if he said more, he’d anger An Yan, and she wouldn’t treat him!

An Yan turned her gaze away. "Do you have his medical records?"

"Yes, yes!" Zhang Xuebin handed the medical records to An Yan.

An Yan flipped through them. "It says here in the self-report that he was suspected of being poisoned at the time. What does that mean?"

Zhang Xuebin answered, "Last time, Ye Xingyu was chasing a drug trafficker into the Primitive Jungle. After coming out, he had a fever. Strangely, he got better on his own after two days without any treatment. The military doctor with the team suspected he might have been poisoned."

"The poisoning happened before I got injured; it has nothing to do with my finger!" Ye Xingyu scoffed. "Acting quite professionally, aren’t we? Are you going to say next that I can’t have surgery yet because there are toxins in my body that need to be slowly expelled?"

"Then prescribe me a bunch of useless medicine and come every so often to ’treat’ me? I’m well aware of this routine; it’s commonly used by the army’s psychologists."

An Yan was bewildered. Is something wrong with this person?

Zhang Xuebin was sweating. "Ah, Doctor An Yan, don’t listen to his nonsense. He hasn’t been right in the head since the injury, and he trusts nobody! Just do what you think is best. You’ll blow his mind!"

"Heh." Ye Xingyu gave a hollow laugh.