Chapter 447: Chapter 446: Organ Transplant

Of the three groups of people scheduled to arrive on Wednesday, the first to show up were Dr. Kevin Vega and his patient.

At 9:40 in the morning, the group of four arrived at the Affiliated Hospital.

A little after eleven in the morning, Yan Feifan finished two intraspinal tumor puncture and injection procedures and hurried over to the Little Red House. There, he met Mr. Vega and the patient he had brought with him.

The patient was an American woman with light reddish hair, forty-one years old this year.

She was accompanied by her husband and son.

Yan Feifan exchanged a few words with the patient, advising her to rest well today and tomorrow to get over her jet lag, so she would be in good spirits for her surgery on Friday.

Afterward, he invited Mr. Vega to join him for lunch.

Inside the Little Red House was a small, elegant restaurant.

It provided Western-style meals for the foreign patients treated there and their families.

Of course, Chinese food was also available.

Yan Feifan ordered several Chinese dishes for Mr. Vega that were suited to Western dining habits and palates.

Staple food: Chinese hamburgers—roujiamo;

Main course: Sweet and sour pork tenderloin;

Vegetable salad: Sliced tomatoes with sugar;

Soup: Thick beef soup.

As Mr. Vega ate these simple yet delicious dishes, he nodded frequently and couldn’t stop praising how tasty they were.

"Mr. Yan, Mr. Zhou Yan’s current recovery has not only filled Ms. Caroline with confidence, but it has also greatly boosted my own."

Mr. Vega said with an eager expression, "I hope our collaboration on Friday goes smoothly and we achieve even greater success."

"I hope so too," Yan Feifan agreed.

As for the matter with Sun Le’s younger brother, Yan Feifan couldn’t think of a good way to broach the subject, so he decided to be direct.

"Mr. Vega, there’s something I’d like to ask you for help with."

Vega put down his knife and fork, took a sip of ice water, and said, "Mr. Yan, please tell me the details."

Yan Feifan organized his thoughts and said, "The younger brother of a colleague of mine is a bioengineering major at New York University. His grades are outstanding, and he wants to apply to your alma mater, Stanford University Medical School."

"It’s just that he hasn’t been able to get a strong recommendation..."

Hearing this, Mr. Vega understood what Yan Feifan was asking.

He replied softly, "Right now, it’s summer vacation for university students in the United States. I can arrange for him to come volunteer at the hospital for a while."

"If his university grades are excellent and he performs well at the hospital, I can consider writing him a letter of recommendation."

Yan Feifan knew in his heart that this was a pretty good outcome.

An elite like Vega would certainly be protective of his reputation. To offer a chance to prove oneself was already quite generous.

"Mr. Vega, thank you!"

"I’ll let him know to contact you as soon as possible..."

Having settled Sun Le’s request, Yan Feifan discussed the patient’s surgical plan with Mr. Vega for a little while longer before they finished lunch.

Afterward, Mr. Vega left the Affiliated Hospital and went to rest at the nearby Jinxiu Grand Hotel.

Yan Feifan, on the other hand, went to the director’s office at the plastic surgery center.

Until his own office in the Little Red House was renovated and ready for use, Wang Chuan’s office served as his temporary place for rest and work.

Around one in the afternoon, Yan Feifan received a call from Liu Jin.

"Feifan, several doctors have approached me today, hoping I would persuade you to talk to the family of those twins about agreeing to organ donation."

Yan Feifan couldn’t help but chuckle. "Teacher, they’re certainly well-informed."

"The people haven’t even arrived at the hospital yet, and they’re already setting their sights on them."

Liu Jin sighed over the phone. "It can’t be helped. Each of them has at least ten or twenty patients waiting for an organ transplant."

"You don’t know the half of it. They get that hungry look in their eyes."

"Every time a potential donor appears at the hospital, they’re the first ones to pounce."

Yan Feifan knew that Mr. Liu was telling the truth.

Statistically, over 300,000 patients in China need transplants each year due to end-stage organ failure.

Among them, only a little over 10,000 lucky individuals get the chance to receive an organ transplant each year, making the supply-to-demand ratio 1:30—a massive shortfall.

However, Yan Feifan also knew that this statistical supply-to-demand ratio for organ transplants was severely inflated.

Of the more than 300,000 people needing transplants, many were barred by financial reasons.

An organ transplant costs 300,000 to 500,000 yuan, with post-operative treatment costing another five to six thousand yuan per month.

For many ordinary people, these were astronomical figures.

On the other hand, there was the issue of hospital service capacity.

Currently, there were only seventy to eighty hospitals in the entire country capable of performing liver transplants, just over ninety for kidney transplants, and about twenty-odd for heart and lung transplants each.

There were only a few hundred doctors in the whole country who could perform organ transplant surgeries.

Their combined annual service capacity only allowed for a little over 10,000 organ transplant surgeries.

As one of only a dozen or so top-tier hospitals in the country capable of performing all types of organ transplants, the Affiliated Hospital naturally attracted a great number of patients in need of such procedures.

"Teacher, regarding the organ donation, I’ve already had someone ask, but I haven’t received a clear answer yet."

"I’ll look for an opportunity to persuade them in the next few days..."

Not long after ending the call with Liu Jin, Yan Feifan received the female trainee from Korea.

Accompanied by her two managers and her mother, she arrived at the plastic surgery center with Director Wang Chuan.

Yan Feifan had expected there might be a language barrier, but to his surprise, the female trainee’s Mandarin was quite fluent.

The trainee explained that she had been studying Mandarin since she was eight years old.

Among the three cosmetic surgery plans Yan Feifan had proposed, she and her companions clearly stated that they wanted to choose the plan that included creating small dimples.

This scratched a particular itch for Yan Feifan.

It was also the design plan he favored the most.

Therefore, during the subsequent facial examination, Yan Feifan was especially thorough with this endearing girl who would bow at the slightest provocation.

Moreover, throughout the entire interaction, Yan Feifan felt particularly respected.

The female trainee, her mother, and her two managers were all very polite, basically speaking to him with a slight bow.

Even when they raised questions, they did so in a consultative and inquisitive tone.

Yan Feifan found this very agreeable.

After seeing the female trainee and her group to their hospital room on the top floor, Yan Feifan couldn’t help but complain to Wang Chuan, "Director, if only everyone in our country were as polite as them. It would make life so much more pleasant."

Wang Chuan just laughed and said, "Feifan, their politeness comes from acknowledging your status as an expert."

"In their country, they have a very strict social hierarchy, as well as a clear distinction between seniors and juniors in the workplace."

"With your status as a resident doctor, if you were in their country, you’d have to bow and greet any doctor who outranks you or who started their career before you did."

"You’d have to wait your turn for everything based on seniority, and you’d also be stuck with the hardest, most grueling work."

Yan Feifan imagined himself bowing non-stop every day. ’I’d definitely end up with a strained back,’ he thought.

Yan Feifan came to a realization and said, "You’re right. In a country that’s overly concerned with etiquette, they make demands on others, but also on themselves."

"Things are good for us now. Everyone is equal, we don’t have too much red tape, and everyone is more relaxed..."

At 5:46 in the evening, two ambulances with out-of-town license plates, along with two SUVs, slowly drove into the Affiliated Hospital through the south gate.

The seven-year-old twin girls and their family had finally arrived safely at their destination.

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