Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Before Zhang Yan could react, Lin Feng had already completed a series of actions to insert the catheter, which was quick, accurate and ruthless.

When Lin Feng took off the gloves and prepared to wash his hands, Zhang Yan uttered "You, you, you..."

He felt unclean and dirty. The treasure that he normally didn't even touch was being treated so casually by others.

Lin Feng, who was about to leave, turned back and asked, "Did you have breakfast today?"

"No."

"What was the latest time you ate last night?"

"noon."

This answer was unexpected. Lin Feng raised his eyes, but couldn't see his expression under the mask.

I just told the nurse calmly to push the person over and tell everyone to get ready.

Although Zhang's family members did not come, the necessary arrangements were made. The chief surgeon was promoted from deputy director to director, and Lin Feng was promoted from assistant to observer.

This also gave Lin Feng a new understanding of this strange guy Zhang Yan.

The operation went smoothly, and the subsequent rehabilitation training is more critical.

Zhang Yan was assigned to Lin Feng's group. He was not the attending physician and only accompanied the ward rounds on days when he was not in the outpatient clinic.

Assistant Su was very capable. Every day, she coaxed the young nurses to know that a handsome man lived in the VIP ward with milk tea and snacks. The security guard downstairs actually allowed him to come and go at any time. Even the menopausal head nurse didn't care about the piles of electronic equipment and files in the ward.

Yes, early in the morning on the second day after the operation, Assistant Su moved Mr. Zhang's office to his VIP ward.

After the rounds, the traffic police also came to inquire about the cause of yesterday's accident.

"After checking the road surveillance and questioning witnesses, we confirmed that your vehicle suddenly changed direction while driving and hit a vehicle in another lane, which led to the chain rear-end collision. Moreover, you did not slow down during the entire process. After the collision, the direction of your car changed and hit the guardrail, causing an accident in the opposite direction."

"I'm not sure. I felt dizzy and my consciousness was a little fuzzy. I just remember hitting it several times." Zhang Yan told the truth about his situation.

After a morning of various examinations by a neurology specialist, no cause was found and there was no lesion in the brain.

The traffic police did not find that he was driving under the influence, so they had to let it go and handle everything according to the normal procedures. Zhang Yan expressed his willingness to bear the compensation for all damaged vehicles and injured people, and the company's human resources department sent an employee to follow up on this matter.

Zhang's mother was far away abroad and said that she would not give up her original vacation plan, but she insisted that Zhang Yan's hypoglycemia was caused by not eating on time.

"Xuanxuan, you must not have eaten well, that's why you feel dizzy."

"No, mom, I eat well normally." Zhang Yan felt a headache now. Was the pain pump ineffective?

"Mom, can you please stop calling me Xuanxuan from now on? I'm already thirty."

"Shut up. Even if he's fifty, he's still Xuanxuan." Zhang's mother's anger could be felt even through the phone. "I'll find you a cook right away."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yan secretly increased the dosage of the pain pump.

Zhang Yan knew that his dizziness was not caused by hypoglycemia. Yesterday morning, he received a call from his father, who scolded him because he had hidden the young actor who knocked on the chairman's door in the middle of the night in his own entertainment company.

"You useless thing, you've been trying to piss me off all day long. I should have thrown you to death in the first place."

At that time, Zhang Yan felt his body shaking and felt dizzy, so he sat down on the ground. After a few minutes, he looked at his watch and went out.

Zhang Yan discovered that he had vertigo very early on. He consulted brain experts at home and abroad but none of them could find the cause. Later, he went to see a psychologist and tried a series of treatments including hypnosis, but none of them worked.

At the strong request of Zhang's mother, an auntie was hired to cook meals for the sick. In addition, she was to supervise the young master of the Zhang family to eat well every day.

Zhang's mother acted quickly and was already eating the lunch made by her aunt, which was indeed better than the takeaway Xiao Ding bought.

Lin Feng took a copy of his car's insurance, vehicle registration, driver's license, and ID card to Assistant Su so that he could complete the subsequent repairs and insurance claims.

"These are the information needed for the claim. I have also reported the case to my insurance company. Please ask Assistant Su to keep an eye on it for me. I'm still waiting for the car to go to work." After saying this, Lin Feng prepared to leave.

"Xiao Ding, go to my garage and drive a car out for Dr. Lin to go to work." Zhang Yan stared at Lin Feng, and did not see any change in Dr. Lin's expression while he was wearing a mask.

It is indeed convenient to have a car. I think Zhang Yan is not short of money or a car. Doctor Lin just nodded and walked towards his bed.

"Doctor Lin, would you like to try the cooking of my new aunt?" Zhang Yan thought Lin Feng was concerned about what he ate.

Lin Feng glanced at the full lunch box on the small table, which was full of light dishes, a combination of meat and vegetables. Then he leaned towards Zhang Yan, getting closer and closer. Zhang Yan swallowed subconsciously, and the small meatballs almost made him need to be rescued by Doctor Lin again. "You, you...what are you doing?"

At this time, Su Boding just received a call and walked out of the ward to communicate about work. Today, there is another capable assistant who can read people's expressions.

Lin Feng simply leaned towards the inside of Zhang Yan's bed.

"Don't adjust the infusion valve at will." Lin Feng lowered the infusion speed and immediately turned around and left.

Zhang Yan was so angry that he could only drink a big mouthful of millet porridge with hatred.

Zhang Yan, who had a urinary catheter inserted, felt uncomfortable all over. The nurse was very considerate and poured out his urine and recorded the amount. Zhang Yan felt that he was not clean and had no privacy at all. He could be considered naked. Because of the urinary catheter, he could not wear pants on his lower body and was always naked. He put a urine pad underneath, which made Zhang Yan feel extremely ashamed.

Zhang Yan repeatedly asked the nurse when the catheter could be removed and was told that he had to wait 48 hours.

The company's subordinates sent many caring messages to Zhang Yan, which made him even more upset. He read all the messages but did not reply.

The doctor was annoyed, and seeing that Zhang Yan had recovered, he allowed him to remove the catheter. After the ward rounds, the nurse entered the ward with her things and closed the curtain beside the bed.

"Bed 62, Zhang Yan, you can have the catheter removed today." The nurse said as she was about to lift the quilt.

"Wait...wait a minute..."

Zhang Yan was very nervous. How could he be seen without pants by others? Moreover, that place was about to be touched by others...

In just a few seconds, the brainstorming session Zhang Yan went through was more complicated than discussing a project worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

"Is Dr. Lin here? I want him to help me pull it out." This is the method with the least damage so far, since he has already touched it once anyway.

"Doctor Lin is in the outpatient department today, not in the inpatient department."

"Then I'll wait for him to get off work. Please tell Doctor Lin." Zhang Yan pulled the quilt to his chin and looked at the young nurse aggrievedly.

The nurse saw his expression and knew that she couldn't lift the blanket. "Okay, I'll call Doctor Lin."

The young nurse returned to the nurses' station to complain to Lin Feng. "Doctor Lin, do you know Zhang Yan, the one in bed 62?"

"Yeah." Lin Feng responded while looking at the medical record in his hand. He didn't know what made the young man feel uncomfortable again.

"He refused to have the catheter removed."

"Huh? Didn't he want to have it pulled out yesterday?" Lin Feng felt that Zhang Yan was just kidding.

"He wants you to remove his catheter."

"Okay, I understand. I'll go over there at noon."

Lin Feng thought of how Zhang Yan was shy when he was inserting the catheter into her, and he found it funny. The thing felt good, heavy. No one could see Dr. Lin's expression under the mask, but his eye bags were pretty nice.