Chapter 256 I’m Very Impressive—Trained by Teacher Yin

After thinking for a moment, he quickly added, “From now on, I’ll take care of all the laundry.”

“Oh.”

Yin Siyao didn’t think much of it. “Your aunt really spent a lot today. These clothes are too expensive.”

“It’s fine. She has money—and she likes you.”

Leng Keyan grinned, stealing a quick glance at Yin Siyao while waiting at a red light. “Teacher Yin is just too good-looking. No wonder everyone likes you.”

Caught off guard by the sudden compliment, Yin Siyao froze for a second, then turned his face away awkwardly. “What nonsense are you talking about now?”

“I’m not talking nonsense.”

Leng Keyan’s voice softened, carrying a rare seriousness. “But none of them stand a chance. I’ve got the advantage of being close—I get the first shot, hehe.”

Days passed quietly, and before they knew it, several days had gone by.

Ever since he had taken on the urgent responsibility of organizing the Orthopedics Department’s New Year gala performance, Leng Keyan seemed to have acquired a special pass.

Every day, he showed up punctually at Kangren Hospital’s Orthopedics Department under the pretense of “guiding rehearsals,” but in reality, he had practically turned Yin Siyao’s office into his second home.

One moment he was delivering afternoon tea, the next helping organize medical records, and then hovering by Yin Siyao’s side, fussing over him like an overly attentive big dog circling its owner.

At first, Yin Siyao tried to maintain his authority as department director, frowning and telling him to go back and study if he had nothing to do. But Leng Keyan always found a way to brush it off.

After a few attempts, Yin Siyao gave up and silently allowed him to wander around in front of him every day.

Lu Er was also very dedicated. Now that he had become a CEO, his schedule was more flexible. Every day after 5 p.m., he would come by.

Together with Leng Keyan, they led a half-hour practice session with several young doctors and interns selected from the department.

As a result, the atmosphere in the Orthopedics Department became somewhat unusual during this period.

During the day, the doctors remained as meticulous as ever—doing rounds, performing surgeries, and writing medical records.

But after 5 p.m., rhythmic music and Lu Er’s clear, commanding voice could be faintly heard from the conference room.

Occasionally, curious staff from other departments would peek in, only to see a group of doctors in white coats or scrubs sweating it out inside.

When Yin Siyao had some free time, he would stand by the door with his arms crossed and watch, though his gaze was mostly fixed on Leng Keyan.

A professional singer and dancer was no joke—under Lu Er’s simple guidance, the quality of rehearsals visibly improved.

Saturday noon, hospital cafeteria.

Lu Er and Song Jingmo sat together eating, with Yin Siyao and Leng Keyan beside them.

At the table across sat several department heads from Neurosurgery, Cardiothoracic Surgery, and Radiology, chatting as they ate.

“Director Yin, you’re really fortunate. Your department is finally escaping hardship this year.”

The head of Cardiothoracic Surgery picked up a piece of braised pork, his tone tinged with envy. “Unlike us—we can’t come up with anything decent.”

“Old Huang really went hard this time!”

The Neurosurgery director poked at his vegetables, looking distressed. “Cutting research funding in half for the lowest-ranked department—who can handle that?”

“Our department just secured two national-level projects this year. We’re at the stage where we’re burning money,” the Cardiothoracic director sighed. “We originally planned to just throw together a chorus to muddle through, but now we don’t dare.”

“My students sing so out of tune it’s like a car crash. I’ve been so worried these past few days I’ve lost even more hair.”

The Radiology director adjusted his glasses. “We’re planning a stage play about a day in Radiology. It’s probably the safest option.”

“But compared to your singing and dancing, we won’t stand a chance. Director Yin, are you planning to quietly strike it rich and amaze everyone this year?”

“Exactly! You even invited a big star—how is that any different from cheating? Director Yin, that’s not playing fair.”

Lu Er, who had just picked up a piece of deboned fish from Song Jingmo, looked up and smiled modestly. “Director Liu, you flatter me. I’m just helping a little. The real effort comes from the Orthopedics doctors themselves.”

Before Yin Siyao could respond, Leng Keyan jumped in, unable to hide his smugness.

With his chin slightly raised, he declared, “This year, Orthopedics is definitely going to wipe away past humiliation—first place is ours!”

Under the table, Yin Siyao lightly kicked him and warned in a low voice, “Keep a low profile.”

He didn’t want to draw the entire hospital’s hostility before the performance even began.

Though he hoped for a good result, his personality made him prefer leaving some room for maneuver.

“I’m just stating facts!”

Leng Keyan protested, though his voice dropped a bit. “With my uncle here, isn’t first place guaranteed?”

He turned to look at Lu Er, his eyes sparkling with trust.

Lu Er couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t set me up like that. I’ve retired from the industry—I can’t guarantee anything.”

“Besides, everyone who gets into Kangren is among the best in the country. Every department is full of hidden talents. Their performances might be even better.”

Song Jingmo, who had been quietly eating, set down his chopsticks and spoke calmly, “Just do your best. There’s no need to insist on first place. The annual gala is meant for everyone to relax and bond.”

Lu Er’s expression softened. “I know. But we can’t do too poorly either—we can’t embarrass your department.”

Even though Song Jingmo was now the hospital director, he still participated in complex orthopedic surgeries—he was still part of the Orthopedics team.

In the days leading up to the gala, Leng Keyan was as busy as a spinning top.

During the day, he rehearsed with Lu Er, coordinating people, music, and venues. At night, he worked on costumes, props, and lighting effects—and even practiced secretly on his own.

He seemed more like the department head than Yin Siyao himself—his phone never left his hand, calls coming nonstop, and message notifications ringing from morning till night.

Several times when Yin Siyao returned home after work, he found Leng Keyan collapsed asleep on the living room sofa, his laptop still glowing.

There were faint dark circles under the young man’s eyes. His long lashes rested quietly, and the usually energetic face now showed rare exhaustion.

A trace of tenderness stirred in Yin Siyao’s heart.

He walked over softly, removed the half-slipping laptop, and covered him with a light blanket.

Though his movements were gentle, Leng Keyan still woke up.

Groggily opening his eyes and seeing it was Yin Siyao, he instinctively smiled—a tired, dependent smile.

Murmuring “Teacher Yin,” he leaned toward him out of habit.

“If you’re tired, go sleep in the bed.”

Yin Siyao pressed down on his restless head, his voice much gentler than usual. “Don’t push yourself so hard for the program.”

“It’s fine even if we rank last. It wouldn’t be the first time. And with Jingmo as director, research funding won’t be too much of a problem.”

Leng Keyan immediately woke up a little more, shaking his head. His voice still carried sleepiness, but his tone was firm.

“That won’t do. I promised you we’d get a good ranking—I can’t break my word. And…”

He buried his face into the sofa cushion, his voice muffled but stubborn.

“I want everyone to see that I’m really impressive—because I was trained by Teacher Yin.”

Yin Siyao looked at the fire flickering in the young man’s eyes, and something in his heart warmed unexpectedly.

Silently, he pulled the blanket up a little higher and dimmed the lights in the living room.