The handsome Youth chuckled. "Even if you really are a doctor, at your age, you’re an intern at most, right?"
"You can treat heart disease?"
Yan Feifan held out his hand and said impatiently, "Enough with the nonsense. Do you have the ultrasound images or not?"
The handsome Youth was slightly taken aback, then he took out his phone from his pocket, tapped on the screen a few times, and handed it over.
"But I should warn you, I have a pretty big heart, you know."
Yan Feifan took the phone and looked. It was a 4D color ultrasound image of a heart.
The handsome Youth hadn’t been lying about having a big heart.
Due to compensatory growth, his ventricle was indeed more than one and a half times the normal size.
Congenital heart disease is like a cruel joke played by fate; every case is unique.
This guy’s ventricle had no left or right division.
This meant the blood pumped from the ventricle was a mix of arterial and venous blood, causing a lack of oxygen supply to the whole body.
To compensate for this, the heart could only increase the blood supply to the entire body.
One way was to increase the heart rate, and the other was to increase the volume of blood pumped with each beat.
This gave the handsome Youth an average heart rate of over 120 and an abnormally large ventricle.
But both heart rate and cardiac growth have their limits. One day, the strain would become too much...
Yan Feifan mused for a moment, then said, "You know, surgical correction for your heart isn’t entirely out of the question."
The handsome Youth took back his phone and said flatly, "There is a chance, but it’s less than ten percent successful. I’m not going to risk getting my chest cracked open for that."
Yan Feifan said thoughtfully, "I can increase that success rate to thirty or forty percent. But, you’ll need to wait for me for a while."
"Wait for a while? For you? Ten years? Or twenty?"
The Youth said sarcastically, then sighed, "More than one expert has said that if I don’t get a transplant, it’ll be hard for me to live past twenty."
"I’m almost nineteen."
’He’s almost nineteen!’
Yan Feifan knew he had misjudged the guy’s age.
Then again, it made sense. Due to his heart condition, his physical development had been stunted, making him look much younger.
’Still more than a year...’
Yan Feifan was silent for a moment, then said, "If we hurry, it’s not impossible."
He looked at the Youth and said persuasively, "Look, since you’re so philosophical about all this, how about we make a deal?"
"What kind of deal?" the Youth asked curiously.
Yan Feifan said seriously, "You hang in there for one more year, and then let me perform the corrective heart surgery on you."
"After this corrective surgery, once you recover, you’ll be just like a normal person. You won’t need to take medicine every day like with a transplant."
He added temptingly, "I promise you, if the surgery fails, I won’t charge you a single penny. I’ll only charge you if it’s a success."
The Youth’s expression turned cold. "Who do you think you’re looking down on?"
"It’s not like I don’t have money. Let me tell you, I can sell a single script for at least several hundred thousand."
He suddenly understood and began to pant with anger.
"You... you’re treating me like a lab rat for practice! You... You... How disrespectful...!"
Seeing him flush with anger, Yan Feifan quickly explained, "Don’t be angry. I really am confident about this."
"Let me introduce myself properly. My name is Yan Feifan, a surgeon at Bin University Affiliated Hospital."
"You can ask around. I’m not some quack doctor."
Just then, someone called him irritably from behind, "Mr. Yan..."
Yan Feifan turned his head to see Zhao Xiaoting scowling at him. A cotton T-shirt was then shoved into his hands.
"The task you assigned me is done."
Yan Feifan grabbed Zhao Xiaoting, who was about to turn and leave.
"Zhao Xiaoting, you look upset. Did someone give you a hard time?"
At his question, the tense expression on Zhao Xiaoting’s face instantly crumbled, and tears of grievance began to well up in her eyes...