No surgeries were scheduled for Friday.
Yan Feifan arrived at the Affiliated Hospital and first went to the trauma surgery department to check on the recovery of the lab mice with the artificial penises. Then, he hurried over to the Little Red House.
Carolyn was still in the ICU and hadn’t regained consciousness, but her vital signs were stable.
Barring any complications, she would be transferred to a regular ward this afternoon to continue her recovery.
Mr. Vega would also be taking a flight back to the United States that evening.
After making a brief tour of the Affiliated Hospital, Yan Feifan hurried back to the plastic surgery center for his lesson with Mr. Wang.
As he walked into the director’s office, Mr. Wang, who was waiting for him, delivered a piece of news.
Tang Zheng had applied to be a volunteer for the in-vivo nerve cultivation project.
Wang Chuan explained in a low voice, "I came to the hospital first thing this morning to check on Tang Zheng’s condition."
"His family told me that he regained consciousness for a while last night after the anesthetic started to wear off."
"After learning the full extent of his injuries, he applied to join our in-vivo nerve cultivation project as a volunteer."
"He also said..."
Wang Chuan said, his voice thick with emotion, "He told me to tell you to ’do whatever you want’ with him, so you can gain more experience for Yanyan’s reconstructive surgery."
The words didn’t move Yan Feifan much. Instead, he questioned them. "Mr. Wang, Mr. Tang has been in an anesthetic-induced coma ever since he arrived at the hospital yesterday."
"When he woke up briefly in the middle of the night, I seriously doubt he could even think clearly enough to count to ten."
"Are you sure he’s the one who said something that coherent?"
Wang Chuan shot Yan Feifan a glare and said irritably, "You! Why must you be so difficult about everything?"
"It doesn’t matter who said it. For Tang Zheng, this is still the best option."
"Since he’s already this badly injured, it’s better to endure all the pain in one concentrated period."
Wang Chuan then urged, "Feifan, hurry up and draw up a plastic and reconstructive surgery plan for Tang Zheng."
Yan Feifan rolled his eyes. "Mr. Wang, your concern is clouding your judgment."
"It’s far too early to be drafting a surgical plan."
"First, you need to sever the main facial nerves on his left cheek. We can talk about the rest after the cultivation is successful."
Mr. Wang paused, then gave a wry smile. "I was getting ahead of myself. This in-vivo nerve cultivation will take at least a month or two."
He paused for a moment before continuing slowly, "When I first took Tang Zheng on as my student, I had high hopes for him."
"But as time went on, those hopes dwindled, eventually turning to disappointment. Then, I met you."
"I just never, ever thought..."
Wang Chuan sighed. "That he would contribute to restoring Yanyan’s appearance in this way..."
He sighed a few more times, then composed himself, his expression turning stern. "You were over half an hour late today. Don’t let it happen again."
"Let’s begin today’s lesson..."
At noon, Yan Feifan went to the first staff cafeteria to have lunch with Yu Suye.
The two had just found an empty table and sat down when someone approached with a tray.
"Mr. Yan, may I sit here?"
Yan Feifan glanced up. It was Ren Zhen, Mr. Liu’s office director.
The man had only recently been promoted by Mr. Liu.
The previous office director had been transferred to an unimportant post at the Health Commission a few days ago, following the departure of the former hospital president.
Yan Feifan didn’t know Ren Zhen well.
He asked directly, "Mr. Ren, what is it?"
"It’s just a small matter."
As he spoke, Ren Zhen sat down next to Yan Feifan.
"Mr. Yan, I happened to overhear the president mention that you’re looking to hire a personal assistant."
"I was wondering if you had any candidates in mind?"
Yan Feifan shook his head. "The thought only just occurred to me yesterday. Nothing’s been decided yet."
"Do you have a suitable candidate to recommend, Mr. Ren?"
Ren Zhen’s face was all smiles. "I wouldn’t go so far as to say I have the perfect candidate, but I’ve always worked in administration, so I have a wide network and know a lot of people."
"Mr. Yan, why don’t you tell me what you’re looking for in an assistant? Perhaps I can recommend someone."
Yan Feifan didn’t overthink it and simply listed the criteria for an assistant that he had discussed with his sister and Yu Suye the previous night.
"They need to be skilled in combat—ex-special forces would be even better. They also need to know how to drive."
"A decent level of education, reliable, and methodical."
"And some basic medical training."