Chapter 487: Chapter 486: Brainwave Test

At 3:00 PM, Liu Jin, the director of the Affiliated Hospital, and Yan Feifan went on a live video stream together. They offered a simple explanation about the detailed breakdown of the high salary to the nationwide online audience who were following the payslip incident.

The two of them only appeared on the stream for five minutes. After addressing the salary matter, they made their excuses about being busy with work and left promptly.

The rest of the livestream consisted of an interactive session with the online audience, hosted by Qu Ying from the hospital’s public relations department, Yan Ziruo representing Yan Feifan, and He Junxing, who was in charge of the Extraordinary Fund’s specific affairs.

Yan Feifan followed Liu Jin all the way to the director’s office.

It wasn’t until they were inside the office that Yan Feifan couldn’t help but ask, "Sir, isn’t holding a livestream just for this making a mountain out of a molehill?"

Liu Jin snorted lightly. "A mountain out of a molehill?"

"Do you have any idea? Mrs. Meng almost used this incident to bring down the plastic surgery center."

"Sir, what happened?" Yan Feifan asked with concern.

Liu Jin sat down on the sofa in the reception area. "Mrs. Meng wanted to revoke the plastic surgery center’s autonomy in pricing and readjust the income distribution ratio between us."

Yan Feifan let out a cry of surprise. "Is she insane?"

"If she does that, several of the most capable doctors at the plastic surgery center, including Mr. Wang, will just pack up and leave."

Liu Jin gave a dry laugh. "Oh, she’s not insane. In fact, the slogan she proposed was quite high-minded: a return to the purity of the Affiliated Hospital’s teaching and research."

Liu Jin sighed softly and continued, "Her method for solving the income disparity between departments was to lower the plastic surgery center’s income."

"Our Mrs. Meng is a real genius, isn’t she?"

Yan Feifan wasn’t interested in Mrs. Meng’s "genius." He pressed on, "Sir, you said she *almost* succeeded, which means her proposal didn’t pass."

"Was that because you all strongly opposed it?"

Liu Jin shook his head. "For Mrs. Meng to dare make such a proposal, she must have been confident she had majority support."

"But a single phone call forced her to give it up..."

Liu Jin suddenly asked, "Feifan, do you know Mr. Wu from the Municipal Party Committee’s Organization Department?"

Yan Feifan shook his head. "No, I don’t. That’s a pretty high-ranking official in the city."

"I’d definitely remember if I’d met him before."

Seeing that Yan Feifan didn’t seem to be lying, Liu Jin said, "The Director of the Organization Department is on the Municipal Party Standing Committee. He’s one of the eleven titans in Binhai with the highest voting power."

"I just find it strange that he specifically called on your behalf, and not the Vice Mayor who oversees public health."

"He called on my behalf?" Yan Feifan was also puzzled.

Liu Jin hummed in affirmation. "We were in a meeting at the time. Mr. Wu called Mrs. Meng directly."

"When Mr. Wu learned we were in a meeting, he had Mrs. Meng put the call on speakerphone."

"Mr. Wu said that from what he understood, you, Feifan, are a doctor with superb skills and impeccable character."

"Given your youth, it’s inevitable that you might sometimes do impulsive or unconventional things, or even make some non-critical mistakes."

"As your superiors, we need to look out for you and create a relatively relaxed environment for you to grow."

"Mr. Wu also specifically pointed out that cultivating a world-class physician is no easy task, and that we have a long road ahead of us."

Liu Jin chuckled. "After that call from Mr. Wu, how could Mrs. Meng possibly dare to proceed with a vote on her proposal?"

Understanding dawned on Yan Feifan.

’So it was a phone call from a higher-up that saved the plastic surgery center’s fate at the last moment.’

However, this didn’t make Yan Feifan feel much better.

"Sir, has the plastic surgery center’s income level really become intolerable to many people in the hospital?"

Liu Jin sighed again. "It’s not that serious, but envy, jealousy, and resentment are certainly unavoidable."

"An attending physician at the plastic surgery center can earn sixty to seventy thousand a month. Add to that a year-end bonus of several hundred thousand, and their income is comparable to that of a director-level doctor in other departments."

"And their work isn’t even that tiring!"

Liu Jin looked at Yan Feifan, a headache evident in his tone. "But with your payslip getting exposed, it will undoubtedly worsen their sense of imbalance."

"Your income in one month is as much as they make in one or two years."

Yan Feifan said defiantly, "They shouldn’t think I earn this money easily. They can’t do what I can do."

Liu Jin said slowly, "The Pareto principle exists in every industry. Now that your skills have been recognized by those celebrities and artists, you will only earn more and more in the future."

"This income gap will only grow wider..."

Seeing the director suddenly fall silent while staring at him, Yan Feifan asked worriedly, "Sir, you’re not going to ask me to take a pay cut, are you?"

"Of course not!"

Liu Jin flatly denied it, then said thoughtfully, "But how to deal with other people’s jealousy is a big problem."

"Jealousy and envy stem from... a lack of understanding."

"These people often think that they can do what you do, or that if they were given the chance and worked hard, they could do it too."

Liu Jin started to laugh. "When they clearly understand that the gap between you and them is an insurmountable chasm, that jealousy and envy will naturally disappear."

An idea having formed in his mind, Liu Jin instructed, "Feifan, prepare a few public plastic surgery procedures. Let all the jealous people in this hospital see why you can earn such a high income, and they can’t."

Yan Feifan looked troubled. "Sir, plastic surgery clients aren’t willing to make their procedures public."

Liu Jin scoffed. "I’m not asking you to find a celebrity for a public surgery. Find an ordinary person."

"Given how in-demand you are right now, if you offer a bit of a discount on the surgery price, I’m sure plenty of people will be fighting for the chance to agree."

"And, uh, prepare meticulously..."

Liu Jin stopped mid-sentence, then said with some frustration, "You, kid... I think heaven sent you down specifically to crush other people’s spirits. Just perform at your usual level."

"To be honest, seeing your current income and net worth, even I’m getting pretty jealous."

Yan Feifan gave a sly grin and asked, "Sir, are you short on cash?"

Liu Jin beamed. "I’m short a few tens of millions for a new luxury villa. Are you going to gift it to me?"

Yan Feifan shook his head so hard it looked like a rattle drum. "Sir, I still need a villa for myself!"

Liu Jin smiled, then his expression turned serious. "That vlogger who exposed your salary with a fake payslip—I’ve already had our lawyers look into it."

"Someone from our hospital was pulling the strings behind the scenes. I’m determined to dig them out..."

The two of them discussed the matter of the public surgery for a while longer before Yan Feifan left the director’s office.

At 6:40 in the evening, after finishing dinner, Yan Feifan went to the neurosurgery department to find Dr. Qiu Ge.

The two first discussed the puncture plan for the blood clot in the character actor’s brain.

However, after a full day of thought, the two of them still hadn’t found a better puncture route.

At 7:30 PM, Qiu Ge led Yan Feifan, who was dressed in a testing suit, to a brainwave monitoring lab and handed him a thick head covering.

"Mr. Yan, this head covering contains two hundred and thirty-six micro-sensors."

"With our monitoring equipment here, we can accurately measure the activity level of every part of your brain."

"We can use this device to monitor the effect that voice has on your brain..."

After hearing Dr. Qiu’s explanation, Yan Feifan put on the head covering, which left only his facial features and ears exposed. He then lay down on the examination bed and placed his head inside a hemispherical dome that resembled a honeycomb.

Immediately, Yan Feifan heard the soft BUZZING of machinery.

"Mr. Yan, I’m going to ask you a few questions to establish a baseline for the monitoring data."

Yan Feifan grunted in acknowledgment as the voice continued.

"First, let’s test the logic and calculation centers of your brain..."

"354 plus 6413..."

As soon as he heard the numbers, Yan Feifan began to do the math in his head. Just then, Dr. Qiu Ge suddenly cried out in surprise.

"HOLY CRAP! HOLY CRAP! It’s so bright! Is the machine broken?"

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