A little after 8:20 in the morning, Yan Feifan and Yu Suye walked into the first-floor lobby of the plastic surgery center when a petite figure with outstretched arms bounced and pounced toward them.
"Mr. Yan, I missed you to death!"
Yan Feifan suddenly shot out a long arm, planting his open hand on her small face.
"Zhao Xiaoting, social distance!"
Zhao Xiaoting was incredibly frustrated.
She took a small step back, pouting as she complained, "Mr. Yan, it’s incredibly rude to treat a beautiful girl this way."
Yan Feifan scoffed. "I don’t need to be polite with you. Weren’t you in Jingcheng? What brings you back to Binhai?"
Zhao Xiaoting said with a wide grin, "I came to Binhai with Xuan for an event."
"Oh, and Mr. Yan! The TV show I’m in starts filming next month. And guess what? I’m the third female lead!"
Yan Feifan gave a dismissive hum and pressed, "You never just drop by for a friendly chat. Spit it out, I have surgery soon."
"So I can’t come see you unless I have a reason?"
"But Mr. Yan, I consider you a good friend!"
Even as she said this, Zhao Xiaoting was already waving to a girl across the lobby.
Yan Feifan looked where she was waving.
A graceful girl with long, flowing hair and a white dress walked over.
The girl looked to be about twenty-three or twenty-four. Her height, figure, and even her aura were lovely, but all of it was overshadowed by an incredibly striking—and unforgettable—mouth.
Her lips weren’t just thick; they jutted forward to an excessive degree.
’To put it bluntly, it was an atavistic throwback to our hominid ancestors.’
’That one mouth ruined everything.’
"Hello, Mr. Yan."
The girl in the white dress gave a slight bow to Yan Feifan and introduced herself. "I’m Fang Yin, from Jingcheng. I came seeking your help after hearing of your reputation."
Zhao Xiaoting stepped forward to link arms with Fang Yin, exclaiming, "Mr. Yan, Fang Yin is a new friend I made in Jingcheng!"
"My friends are your friends, so do this for me, okay?"
Yan Feifan scoffed, his tone teasing. "Well, Zhao Xiaoting, you certainly have friends everywhere. You make them wherever you go."
He shifted his gaze to Fang Yin’s face and said bluntly, "Fang Yin, for the kind of results you’re likely hoping for with your mouth, we would have to surgically break your upper and lower jawbones."
Yan Feifan had always done his best to avoid extensive work on the facial bones, limiting himself to shaving or reshaping at most.
The facial skeleton is the foundation for one’s features. It’s a case where one small change can affect everything.
"Once we break the bone, it can’t be fixed in a single surgery."
"Three to four months after the initial surgery, you’ll need a follow-up procedure to reshape the muscles of the mouth, cheeks, and the area around the nose, which will have readjusted."
"And that’s not all. Given the power and persistence of muscle memory, you’ll likely need another revision surgery in two or three years."
Yan Feifan added another warning, "During the process of breaking the bone, it’s possible to damage delicate facial nerves, which could lead to post-operative complications that even I can’t predict."
Fang Yin nodded. "Mr. Yan, I’ve already been made aware of these risks from consultations with other plastic surgeons."
"I’m willing to accept the pain I’ll have to endure during the process, as well as any potential negative consequences."
"From my research, I’ve learned that you’re the best expert in the country for facial surgery. I hope you’ll be able to help me."
’Since she understood the consequences and still insisted, and since it would be good practice for him, Yan Feifan naturally wasn’t going to stand in her way.’
"Also, Fang Yin, I should tell you one more thing: my surgical fees are not cheap. They’re very expensive, in fact."
"At least in the high six-figures," Yan Feifan added.
Fang Yin smiled. "Mr. Yan, the price is not an issue."
Zhao Xiaoting chimed in, "Mr. Yan, your prices are skyrocketing! Faster than a rocket."
"If I’d known, I would’ve dropped acting and gone to medical school to become a plastic surgeon."
Yan Feifan shot her a sidelong glance and retorted, "With your brains? You think you could even get into medical school?"
Just as Zhao Xiaoting was puffing up like an angry kitten, Yan Feifan went to a nurse for a pair of rubber gloves. Slipping one onto his right hand, he gestured to Fang Yin and said, "I need to examine your mouth first."
Fang Yin stepped a little closer.
Yan Feifan palpated Fang Yin’s mouth, her upper and lower jaw, and the rest of her face.
He then beckoned, and a young nurse from the lobby, Xv Shuang, hurried over.
"Xv Shuang, take Miss Fang Yin for a comprehensive pre-surgical facial examination."
After giving the instruction, Yan Feifan turned back to Fang Yin. "We’ll call you with the specific time for the surgery."
"That’s all for today. I have another surgery to get to..."
As Yu Suye accompanied Yan Feifan upstairs, she couldn’t help but say, "Feifan, you accepted the patient Zhao Xiaoting brought without the slightest hesitation."
"And yet, you refuse to budge when it comes to Zeng Ni."