Chapter 4: Do Special Patients Think They Can Make Any Demand?

“Director Qi and I discussed over the phone earlier. He can spare time to come to our hospital tomorrow afternoon after 3 pm.”

“All other surgeries scheduled for you tomorrow are temporarily canceled. Focus on preparing for Director Qi’s procedure.”

Dean Qin sent two consecutive WeChat voice messages, unilaterally setting the surgery time for her and the patient.

Without even asking if she was willing to take this minor surgery.

Of course, Song Ziwan knew perfectly well in her heart—she needed the money, needed this substantial income, so there was no choice.

Her almond-shaped eyes stared blankly at the name “Director Qi” displayed on her phone screen after Dean Qin’s voice message was converted to text.

The next morning, the moment Song Ziwan opened her eyes and grabbed her phone, she saw over a dozen unread WeChat messages. Without thinking, she knew they were from her boyfriend Zhou Xuyan.

“Ziwan, don’t say things in anger.”

“Baby, I really, truly love you. My love for you is genuine.”

“Don’t leave me. I, Zhou Xuyan, swear to heaven I only love you…”

As Song Ziwan read these messages filled with deep affection, her heart gradually grew numb.

Last night, leaving aside the Zhou couple’s contempt and harsh words toward her, Zhou Xuyan’s family was indeed no ordinary Red Nobility Family.

It was an in-laws relationship far beyond what a small fry like her could aspire to.

So after meeting the Zhou couple, her mind instantly cleared. Though she loved her boyfriend deeply, this kind of love couldn’t see the light of day, couldn’t be brought before the Zhou family, and had no future.

The only possible outcome was soon seeing Zhou Xuyan enter an arranged marriage with another woman.

That morning at “Jiali” Plastic Surgery Hospital, Song Ziwan muted her phone and focused on preparing for a morning facial contouring surgery.

Perhaps because she had followed her father around his private clinic since childhood, practicing surgical bandaging and sutures from a young age, she skipped grades to enter university.

When she graduated with a master’s degree from a 985 medical university, she was several years younger than her classmates.

After joining “Jiali,” her exceptional plastic surgery skills earned Dean Qin’s high regard, often assigning her patients with excellent resources.

Shortly after 2 pm, a man dressed entirely in black, wearing sunglasses, barged into her line of sight.

“I’m Qi Xiaochen. Dean Qin scheduled a 3 pm surgery for me yesterday afternoon.” In the quiet consultation room, Qi Xiaochen removed his sunglasses, exuding the unique bearing of someone in a high position—noble, extraordinary, and wielding significant authority.

A man of wealth and distinguished elegance.

Song Ziwan sat at her computer designing the surgical plan.

Her almond eyes blinked, gaze lingering on the man as she gestured for him to sit. Every movement radiated confident grace. “Mr. Qi, I presume? Though it’s a minor procedure, necessary preoperative examinations are required. You’re aware of this?”

“Dean Qin said Dr. Song’s skills are exceptional, so… I’d appreciate it if you could make the results aesthetically pleasing.”

Qi Xiaochen’s expression remained genial as his assessing gaze swept over Song Ziwan with equal frankness. “As for examinations, I don’t have time to wait for results. In your opinion, what’s the most essential preoperative check we can do?”

Hearing this, Song Ziwan turned her head, staring at him wordlessly for a long moment.

Director Qi’s face revealed no trace of emotion.

Though it was clear he was genuinely in a hurry to return to work.

“At least get an ECG done. I need to ensure the patient’s heart rhythm is normal. If there are any hidden issues, the surgery cannot proceed lightly.” She avoided the clichéd and irritating phrase “it’s for your own good.”

“Fine. Where do I get the ECG?” Qi Xiaochen’s gaze lingered on the young woman before him, clad in a pristine White Coat over surgical scrubs. For someone so young to independently perform plastic surgeries, she was certainly not to be underestimated.

Song Ziwan stood up and led the patient out of the consultation room, heading straight to the ECG lab. After handing him over to the ECG technician with a few instructions, she turned and left.

A routine ECG didn’t take long. Meanwhile, Song Ziwan completed the surgical preparations and soon saw the ECG results pop up on her computer screen with a “View Latest Report” notification in the lower right corner.

She opened the file and examined the ECG—a flawless tracing with strong, rhythmic beats resembling leaping musical notes.

“Dr. Song, can we proceed to the operating room now?” About five or six minutes later, Qi Xiaochen appeared silently at the consultation room door.

“Yes, you can use the restroom first…” Song Ziwan hadn’t yet examined the surgical site and wasn’t sure if intubation would be necessary during the procedure. Her gaze paused for a few seconds before she glanced sideways at the motionless man by the door. “Why aren’t you going?”

“I just came back from the restroom.”

Though it was only a minor surgery, standard preoperative checks were essential.

With that in mind, Song Ziwan gestured for the patient to lie down on the examination table inside the consultation room. “A necessary preoperative exam to finalize surgical preparations.”

Her job was to make people beautiful, but this was the first time she’d encountered a male patient so strikingly handsome and exuding an authoritative presence. The lower half of her face beneath the white mask burned with warmth.

Qi Xiaochen complied, stepping into the consultation room and lying down on the curtained examination table. As the door closed softly behind him and Dr. Song’s light footsteps approached, he turned his face to the side.

“Mr. Qi, how am I supposed to examine you with your pants on?”

“Ah…” Faced with such a young and beautiful surgeon, Qi Xiaochen’s seasoned face flushed slightly as he unbuckled his belt and tugged his pants down.

At his age, this was the first time a woman had ordered him to take off his pants! Usually, he was the one giving orders.

Before he could pull them down fully, the female doctor yanked them off herself, underwear and all, revealing a vigorous sight to the surgeon’s eyes.

Song Ziwan forced composure, calmly slipping on pale medical gloves. She lifted the older man’s pride to the side, bent down slowly, and under the examination light, scrutinized the small fresh scar in the groin area.

Qi Xiaochen lay motionless on his back, his scrutinizing gaze unchanged from before.

Half a minute later, Song Ziwan instructed the patient to dress and stand up.

The operating room nurse arrived with a wheelchair to escort the patient. Watching him being wheeled away, Song Ziwan collapsed into her chair, pulling off her mask and kneading her stiff cheeks. “I almost lost my professional composure just now!”

*This patient’s status is too special. Every preparation must strictly adhere to OR protocols…*

She called the operating room, instructing the anesthesiologist and other staff to finalize preparations.

Just before the scheduled surgery time, Dr. Song, dressed in green surgical scrubs, entered the operating room.  

It was a minor procedure under local anesthesia, and the patient remained fully conscious. Despite the anesthesia taking effect, Qi Xiaochen, with his robust physique honed as a Special Forces soldier, kept his mind sharp.  

When Song Ziwan stepped into the operating room, she saw her patient lying on the operating table, calmly directing work at the provincial bureau over the phone.  

The circulating nurse and the anesthesiologist in the operating room were completely at his mercy, unable to control their unruly patient.  

“Nurse Xie, confiscate Director Qi’s phone!”  

“Ah… um…” Nurse Xie stammered, steeling herself as she reached for the electronic device in the patient’s hand.  

……  

Qi Xiaochen lay with his eyes open, glancing now at the surgeon, now counting the lights on the ceiling.  

After what felt like an eternity, Dr. Song finally announced, “The surgery was a complete success!”  

“Thank you, Dr. Song.” Qi Xiaochen’s lips were nearly stiff from disuse as he muttered his gratitude.  

Song Ziwan busied herself with post-operative care while giving instructions:  

“After the surgery, you’ll need a month of rest—no strenuous activity. Most importantly, no marital relations during this period.”  

“Don’t look at me like that! It’s for your own good. If you want the groin repair to heal perfectly, this is non-negotiable.”  

The circulating nurse stifled a laugh as she swiftly organized the surgical tools.  

The anesthesiologist unhurriedly removed the anesthesia.  

“Nurse Xie, call someone in to take the patient to the observation room for IV fluids,” Song Ziwan instructed, though her sidelong glance briefly flickered toward Director Qi.  

“I’m very busy today—no time for observation. How about you take me home later and monitor me for a few hours?” As he spoke, Director Qi slowly sat up on the operating table, his sharp gaze fixed on Dr. Song.