Yan Feifan had originally scheduled the plastic surgery for Fang Yin, whose jaw had an ape-like protrusion, to begin at seven in the evening.
However, since Fang Yin had arrived at the plastic surgery center early that morning, and Yan Feifan had to get to Mr. Wang’s house that night, he moved her surgery up to three in the afternoon.
The key and most difficult part of Fang Yin’s surgery was setting her upper and lower jawbones back by an appropriate degree.
The degree of this setback needed to account for facial aesthetics while also maintaining the harmonious alignment of the upper and lower jaw.
In simpler terms, her bite.
If the bite alignment was poor, it would, over time, affect Fang Yin’s digestion and nutrient absorption, which in turn would impact her overall health.
Furthermore, under the long-term stress of chewing and impacts from the misaligned bite, the teeth and jaw would gradually shift to find a new equilibrium. This would affect the aesthetic alignment of her teeth, as well as the contour of her lips and cheeks.
Ordinarily, a plastic surgeon would use computer simulations and 3D-printed physical models to run multiple trials, combining the results with their own experience to determine the precise degree of setback.
For Yan Feifan, this was a rather simple matter.
He leveraged his almost cheat-code-like consciousness simulation world to complete the preoperative preparations quickly and effectively.
Yan Feifan not only quickly and efficiently determined the optimal setback for the jawbones, but also devised a plan for further sculpting and reshaping them to achieve the best possible aesthetic outcome.
During the operation, Yan Feifan was like a surgical robot running a precise program, steadily executing the plan he had designed.
He maintained his usual, steady surgical performance until the operation concluded at half past nine in the evening.
Yan Feifan left the post-operative work in the hands of his assistant, Lin Qian.
After cleaning up, he went to the parking lot and found that it wasn’t Feng Jian waiting for him, but Mr. Wang.
As for Yu Suye, she had gotten off work in the evening and gone to Phoenix Tail Mountain with Yan Ziruo and Tian Yu.
"I’m here to give you a ride. I already sent Feng Jian home. Hop in."
Wang Chuan explained. After Yan Feifan settled into the passenger seat, he asked with concern, "You look a little grim. Did you get some bad news?"
Yan Feifan shook his head. "The two brain tumor patients have both woken up, and their test results are all within expected parameters."
"I’m just worried about this last operation..."
He said worriedly, "The upper and lower jawbones were completely severed, sculpted, and reattached. I’m concerned about potential nerve damage in areas like the tooth roots."
"I believe I was as careful and meticulous as possible, but I’m still uncertain about the possibility of minute nerve damage."
Wang Chuan started the car and said comfortingly, "It’s not just you. No doctor would dare to guarantee against minute nerve damage."
"The network of fine nerve branches in the jaw is extremely complex."
After a pause, Wang Chuan changed the subject. "That celebrity from the Sunshine Film and Television reception, the one who stood you up? She contacted me again today."
Yan Feifan just said, "Oh," as Wang Chuan continued, "I told her straight out that your schedule is completely booked."
Wang Chuan said with contempt, "Some celebrities get a little fame and think the whole world revolves around them."
"Feifan, put her on your blacklist."
Yan Feifan grunted in acknowledgment.
Wang Chuan added with a smile, "Feifan, Sunshine Film and Television and Shao Jun still haven’t gotten back to us. They’re probably angry about our ultimatum, or maybe they think it’s just a negotiation tactic."
"Feifan, if they keep dragging this out and don’t respond..."
Yan Feifan made a decision on the spot. "Mr. Wang, if they haven’t responded by the end of tomorrow, we’ll assume they’re refusing to cooperate."
"It’s not like we’ve signed a formal agreement anyway."
Wang Chuan chuckled, then sighed with admiration. "Only you would have the guts to turn down a six-million-yuan surgery."
Yan Feifan rolled his eyes and complained, "They say it’s a tempting six million, but the hospital takes half, the center takes another cut, and what actually ends up in my hands is just over two million."
"There’s nothing to be done, those are the hospital’s regulations!"
Wang Chuan replied helplessly, then his tone turned serious. "Feifan, you’re not short on money these days. Don’t ever do anything foolish like taking on private surgeries or accepting off-the-books payments just for a bigger fee."
"When you’re under the hospital’s protection, if something unexpected happens, the hospital will step in and handle it. At most, the person responsible gets a disciplinary mark on their record. The absolute worst-case scenario is losing your medical license."
"But if you’re moonlighting and an accident happens, you’re basically looking at jail time."
Wang Chuan warned sternly, "Feifan, don’t think you won’t get caught just because you’re being discreet."
"Never mind the fact that countless people are watching your every move. Secrets always have a way of getting out."
"Besides, what you think is a discreet opportunity might just be a trap someone has set for you."
Yan Feifan chuckled. "Mr. Wang, I’m a law-abiding citizen. I wouldn’t do something so foolish as to risk a lot for a little."
As he drove the car onto the overpass, Wang Chuan shot him a sideways glance.
"It’s good that you realize that."
"Frankly..."
Wang Chuan admitted, "Given the life you and Ziruo had growing up, and how quickly and easily you’ve been making money recently..."
"I’ve been worried that you and Ziruo might lose your heads and be led astray by this sudden fortune."
"But from what I’ve seen so far, both you and Ziruo are doing great. You’ve both managed to stay true to yourselves."
Yan Feifan pursed his lips. "Mr. Wang, I’ve of course been consistent from the very beginning. My mission is to pursue the pinnacle of medicine."