In response to Yan Feifan's question, Zhu Lin admitted candidly, "Mr. Yan, that's right. I'm here about that man."
She added, "I managed to secure a small charitable donation from a corporation, and I'd like to ask you, Mr. Yan, to perform his plastic surgery. The hope is that it will help him overcome his social withdrawal and low self-esteem, allowing him to rejoin society."
Because of Guo Yiweng, Yan Feifan had a very low opinion of this young freeloader; in fact, he had a rather negative impression of him.
"Zhu Lin, since you've secured a donation, you shouldn't have trouble finding a plastic surgery clinic to take the case. There are plenty of excellent plastic surgeons in Binhai."
"My schedule is very tight lately. I don't have time."
"I have to go. I need to join my mentor for rounds..."
With that, Yan Feifan walked away quickly, not waiting for Zhu Lin to respond.
"Hey..."
Zhu Lin watched Yan Feifan's retreating figure, her cheeks puffing out in frustration.
