Zhao Xiaoting was heading to Jingcheng tomorrow to prepare for a TV series shoot, and it was likely she wouldn’t be back in Binhai for a long time.
She treated the busy Yan Feifan, who was tight on time, to a steak business dinner at a café near the hospital.
As Zhao Xiaoting put it, this was just a small gesture for now; she would properly thank him later.
Yan Feifan, however, had his own little scheme. ’He planned to use Zhao Xiaoting as a mouthpiece to spread the word in the entertainment industry: he was withdrawing from plastic surgery to pursue greater advancements in other medical fields.’
’This would give him an air of prestige and create a sense of exclusivity...’
When Yan Feifan said he had surgery scheduled for that evening, it wasn’t just an excuse to turn Zhao Xiaoting down.
He had, in fact, scheduled a toe reshaping surgery for the celebrity, Mao Yanan.
Since the procedure wasn’t as sensitive as facial surgery, the security measures didn’t need to be as strict. Accompanied by her friends and family, Mao Yanan arrived at the plastic surgery center at seven o’clock.
After a series of pre-operative checks and preparations, her toe reshaping surgery began at 9:10 PM.
The operation lasted three hours and twenty minutes.
After the surgery, Yan Feifan didn’t go back to Zuimo Court. Instead, he went to sleep directly in the director’s office at the plastic surgery center...
He ended up sleeping until just after eight the next morning.
He’d had several surgeries in a row yesterday. Although none of them were particularly long, the physical and mental toll had been considerable.
Yan Feifan sat up lazily, only to see Mr. Wang, who had also slept in the office, leisurely eating breakfast.
"Yu Suye brought this over. She saw you were fast asleep, so she didn’t wake you."
Mr. Wang explained, took another sip of soy milk, and said, "Feifan, I just had a thought. Since you’ve already decided to perform a public surgery to showcase your unparalleled skills in plastic surgery..."
"Why don’t we go bigger? Not just for our colleagues here at the hospital..."
"I’m thinking we could send out a general invitation to all the big names in the domestic plastic surgery field to come and watch."
Yan Feifan rubbed his face vigorously, trying to wake himself up more.
"Director, is it really necessary to make such a big deal out of it?"
Mr. Wang chuckled. "Why wouldn’t it be necessary?"
"Let them see what a true genius is, what it means to burst onto the scene."
He paused, then said with mixed emotions, "You’ve progressed at an incredible speed. I have nothing left to teach you now. And since it’s decided you’ll be taking a more high-end, prestigious path..."
"Let’s make this public surgery your graduation ceremony..."
At this, Mr. Wang grew excited and passionate.
"And at the same time, we’ll set an insurmountable benchmark for the entire field of plastic surgery, making our center the undisputed number one in the industry!"
Yan Feifan, swept up in the excitement, felt his own heart swell with emotion.
"Director, I’ll be sure to prepare meticulously for this public surgery. I’ll give it my all and show everyone my absolute best."
Then he added doubtfully, "But being number one in the industry involves significant business interests. Our competitors won’t just accept that, will they?"
Mr. Wang chuckled. "Feifan, when you demonstrate a level of skill that is completely out of their reach, many things will become self-evident."
"I imagine the only ones who won’t accept it will be the two other top cosmetic surgery clinics on our level. They might be convinced deep down, but they’ll be too stubborn to admit it."
"But there will be plenty of people from other clinics in attendance..."
Mr. Wang then snickered. "Once we put on this show, if those other two clinics want to prove they have the ability to compete with you, they’ll have to put on a real demonstration of their own."
"Just talking tough and making empty boasts won’t be enough."
Mr. Wang’s face lit up, his expression becoming animated and triumphant.
"Feifan, we have to make this event as grand as possible."
"Later today, I’ll call a department meeting to get everyone on board. We’ll pool all our ideas and resources and do everything we can to turn your public surgery into a national gala for the entire plastic surgery community..."
At that, Mr. Wang was so excited he abandoned his breakfast. He threw down his chopsticks and rushed out of the office to find people to discuss his plans...
Yan Feifan got out of bed, straightened up, washed his face, and ate his breakfast.
When he had finished, Mr. Wang still hadn’t returned, so he headed upstairs to the inpatient ward to do his rounds.
There were actually quite a few patients currently staying in the plastic surgery center’s inpatient ward who were connected to Yan Feifan, either directly or indirectly.
Yuanyuan, the twin sister who had received the multi-limb transplant.
Cui Bo, the bartender recovering from complex surgery on his right hand.
Six of the children with disabilities and deformities from the orphanage, on whom Yan Feifan, Yu Suye, Lin Qian, and Qi Xiuping had operated, were still in the hospital recovering.
Five volunteers from the in-vivo nerve incubation research project.
After quickly checking on everyone’s recovery and paying special attention to the post-operative conditions of Tang Zheng and Mao Yanan, Yan Feifan took the elevator back to the office area on the third floor.
The moment he stepped out of the elevator, he saw a young nurse, Xv Shuang, hurrying over from the stairwell.
"Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan..."
Xv Shuang called out to stop Yan Feifan before running over to him.
"That patient from Jingcheng you mentioned, Fang Yin, she’s here."