On Thursday, from nine in the morning until four in the afternoon, Yan Feifan served as the lead surgeon for an intraspinal tumor resection.
Before this surgery, Yan Feifan also met with a few members of a medical observation team from Su Province and had a brief chat.
He politely declined an invitation from a hospital director to give an academic lecture.
On Thursday evening, from seven to ten o’clock, Yan Feifan assisted Yu Suye in completing the left wrist joint injury repair surgery for that basketball player, under Qin Ying’s supervision.
On Friday, Yan Feifan first performed an intravertebral tumor puncture and injection procedure, then, in the afternoon, he was the lead surgeon for a mandibular reconstruction and oral plastic surgery on a child from an orphanage who was born without a chin.
On Saturday, Yan Feifan primarily studied facial microneural treatment techniques and gluteoplasty with Director Wang Chuan.
On Sunday morning, Yan Feifan, Yan Ziruo, Yu Suye, Song Yi, and Yu Chuanbai flew to Jingcheng together.
Yu Chuanbai was returning to Jingcheng on the same flight, mainly to discuss investment matters with a few elders from his clan.
He would also be seeing his fiancée.
When the group disembarked and reached the arrivals gate, Yan Feifan couldn’t help but frown at the person waiting to pick them up.
"Why is it you again?!"
Lu Yao raised his gauze-wrapped right hand and showed it off. "Yan Feifan, I came all this way to get you while injured, you know."
"Not only are you not going to ask about it, you’re actually annoyed?"
Yan Feifan sharply noticed the guy’s gaze darting toward Yu Suye, who was standing beside him, and let out a cold snort.
"Lu Yao, trying to get noticed like this is useless."
Yan Feifan added a piercing remark, "It’s rude to keep knocking on a door that has no intention of opening for you."
"Besides, it just makes you more disliked."
At these words, the expression on Lu Yao’s face slowly faded.
He turned to face Yu Suye properly and asked, "Is that true?"
Yu Suye answered evasively, "Lu Yao, with your qualifications, I’m sure there will be an excellent girl who will fall for you."
The color visibly drained from Lu Yao’s face.
After a moment of silence, he forced a smile and said, trying to act nonchalant, "I get it."
"From now on, unless it’s absolutely necessary, I won’t appear before you again..."
Just then, two shouts rang out almost simultaneously.
"Mr. Yan..."
"Chuan Bai..."
Following the voices were two exquisitely dressed beautiful women—one with long hair, one with short hair—running over.
Yan Feifan recognized the long-haired one: Zhao Xiaoting.
As for the one with short hair, he knew who she was without an introduction.
Yu Chuanbai had already strode forward to meet her, lifting her into his arms and spinning her around in circles.
"Mr. Yan..."
Zhao Xiaoting, slightly out of breath as she approached, said, "If it’s convenient, let me give you a ride to Baining Hospital."
"I’d like to ask you about a few medical questions on the way."
Following the direction Zhao Xiaoting was pointing, Yan Feifan saw a familiar Mercedes luxury van.
He understood that Zhao Xiaoting was providing cover for Ding Xuan.
’Did something go wrong with her nose’s recovery?’
Worried, Yan Feifan said, "Sis, Su Ye, Song Yi, I’m going to take that car."
"I’ll see you all at Baining Hospital later..."
Yan Feifan boarded the Mercedes luxury van with Zhao Xiaoting and, just as he’d expected, saw Ding Xuan dressed in simple clothes with medical tape on her nose.
He got straight to the point. "Is there a problem?"
Ding Xuan said with a smile, "I haven’t noticed any problems. Although it hasn’t fully recovered yet, every time I change the dressing and look at my nose, I feel really good about it."
She then explained, "I knew you were coming to Jingcheng today, Mr. Yan, so I thought I’d ask you to do a quick check-up."
"If there are no issues, then I won’t have to make a special trip to Binhai."
Ding Xuan added, a bit sheepishly, "Mr. Yan, it’s not very convenient for me to fly looking like this."
"And driving to Binhai is too exhausting."
"Mr. Yan, I hope I’m not holding you up?"
Yan Feifan didn’t say a word, simply reaching out and peeling the medical tape off Ding Xuan’s nose.
The shape of the nose had been restored. The tip was small, the wings were rounded, and the bridge was no longer the single, steep ridge it once was.
However, there was still some redness and swelling, traces of incision marks from the sutures, and some dark bruising visible through the skin.
Overall, Ding Xuan’s nose was recovering quite well. Yan Feifan had performed another very successful surgery.