Some things were simply out of his hands.
Patients had the right to choose their doctors and treatment methods, so there wasn't much Yan Feifan could say.
After all, he couldn't guarantee with one hundred percent certainty that his Puncture Injection Skill would restore the boy's vision without any adverse side effects.
If he caused a delay that made the boy miss his high school entrance exams, he would be held responsible.
Given the circumstances, all Yan Feifan could do was wish the young student's medicinal treatment would go smoothly...
The next day, Monday morning, just as Yan Feifan was preparing to leave for work, Feng Jian arrived to report for duty right on time.
Seeing him still dressed in a shirt and tie, with slacks and leather shoes, Yan Feifan chuckled. "Feng Jian, you don't need to dress so formally. Just be casual. Everyday clothes are fine."
