Confronted with his sister's revelation about possible under-the-table payments in the neurosurgery department, Yan Feifan hesitated for a moment, then said with a troubled look, "Sis, if this rumor has reached you, it means more than one person knows."
"This rumor will obviously reach the hospital's disciplinary committee too. Just let them verify whether it's true or not."
"Let's just... let's just pretend we never heard about it!"
Yu Suye nodded in agreement. "Feifan, I think playing dumb is the right way to handle this."
"Mr. Lo is your teacher, so it really wouldn't be appropriate for you to take the lead in investigating this matter."
Yan Ziruo said indignantly, "That may be true, but if it is, then it's infuriating."
"Feifan, when you perform these surgeries, you always charge the standard hospital rates. You only make a little over a thousand in surgical allowance per operation."
"But look at him, charging one patient five hundred thousand."
