The Surgeon’s Studio

not respond.
‘Isn’t Chief Zheng here for a research procedure? Had he applied for a transfer to Imperial General?’

Why would he need to assist in the emergency surgery otherwise?

Feng Xuhui was confused and helpless.

The world he knew was slowly being taken apart by Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren and the others had already left when his mind got around what was happening.

The winds picked up as Feng Xuhui stood at the door of the restaurant.

Song Ying was also there, a perfect smile on his face.
The smile only faltered when Chief Chu’s car left the premises.

The restaurant owner signaled for a cigarette and the manager moved to get him one.

He noticed Feng Xuhui by the door, thoughts in turmoil on this cold, windy night.

Song Ying smiled.

He was not usually one to give unsolicited advice.

The path to success was filled with struggles and hardship…

He owed his success to no one.

However, there was a subtle difference in Song Ying’s demeanor today.

From his exchange with the group, he could tell that Zheng Ren was someone of importance.
The young doctor exuded a confidence that cut through the traditional seniority-based hierarchy.

‘The youth today are an impressive bunch.
He has a bright future, that kid.’

The strong impression Zheng Ren had left made him less guarded when he saw the lost Feng Xuhui.
He waved his cigarette at the man.

“Huh?” Caught unaware, Feng Xuhui’s mind could not process the meaning behind the gesture.

“Do you want a smoke?”

“Yes, thank you.”

The restaurant manager passed Feng Xuhui another cigarette.

“Young man, you made the right choice,” Song Ying said.
This innocent-looking novice reminded him of himself many years ago.

“Ah? What choice?” Feng Xuhui’s thoughts were still a blur.

“Mr.
Zheng has a bright future ahead.” Song Ying stared at where the car had vanished into the distance.
“You don’t have to do much: just hold on tight to the man and enjoy the simple pleasures in life.
One day, he’s going to strike big and you’ll reap the rewards.”

The words surprised Feng Xuhui.

Was it true? Life could not be that simple.

“May I know who you are?”

“I’m the owner of this restaurant,” Song Ying said with a roguish smile.
It was indeed this man’s lucky day as he rarely bothered giving out advice to the younger generation.

“Nice to meet you, sir.” Feng Xuhui bowed his head in respect and retrieved a name card from his coat pocket.

Song Ying turned to leave before the card was even halfway out, his half-smoked cigarette extinguished.

Feng Xuhui watched the businessman walk away, feeling awkward with his name card in hand.

Many people had told him that one needed a benefactor to climb the ranks of society.

Was today his turn to receive one?

The benefactor had said that Chief Zheng was his key to success.

He stood there for a long time until his cigarette burned all the way to his fingers.
The sudden jolt of pain brought him back to the real world.

Hold on tight to Chief Zheng?

Feng Xuhui wanted to weep.

Chief Zheng traveled in a Rolls Royce Phantom, dressed in clothes that cost tens of thousands and dined at high-end restaurants in Imperial Capital…

What did he have to offer?

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