Back at his residence in Zuimo Court, Yan Feifan had just finished dinner and returned to his room when he received a call from President Liu Jin.
"Feifan, I've gotten to the bottom of what happened with last night's accident. The fault doesn't lie with you at all."
"The hospital will handle this matter properly."
"Don't let it weigh on you. Get a good night's rest, go in with a clear mind, and aim to perform tomorrow's surgery perfectly."
Yan Feifan grunted in acknowledgment but couldn't help asking, "President Liu, what are the deceased's family's demands right now?"
"What other demands could there be?"
Liu Jin's voice was tinged with sarcasm over the phone. "They're raising a fuss, crying and wailing, demanding a clear explanation from us as to why a living, breathing person was suddenly gone just like that."
"But in the closed-door negotiations, they made an outrageous demand, asking for an astronomical ten million in compensation right off the bat."
