Plastic Surgery Center, Director's Office.
Yan Feifan learned that Director Wang Chuan had gone to the president's office, so the sofa area of this office temporarily became his workspace.
"Alright, tell me what happened."
Hearing this, Ye Lin looked at Yan Feifan sitting across from her, then shot a quick glance at Meng Yao beside her.
She wrung her small hands nervously and began to speak slowly, "Mr. Yan, the truth is, Wen Chunli and her group have gone too far."
"The night before last, they were deliberately trying to make things difficult for me."
Yan Feifan shot her a glare and criticized, "Just state the facts. Don't mix in your own subjective judgments."
Ye Lin let out a soft "oh" and said, "The patient from the night before last was an overweight woman. She was 1.6 meters tall but weighed 180 kilograms."
"And her veins were extremely thin."
