Yan Feifan’s professional ethics were top-notch.
Naturally, he wouldn’t intentionally sabotage the surgery or give anything less than his full effort over such a trivial matter.
However, Yan Feifan had absolutely no desire to hear Cui Bo’s voice anymore, so he gestured for the anesthesiologist to shut him up.
Letting Cui Bo find out that Yan Feifan was Yu Suye’s boyfriend right before he went under was a form of punishment in itself.
’Let him have a few more nightmares...’
The most difficult part of the reconstructive surgery on Cui Bo’s right hand was determining how much bone to shave off after re-fracturing the healed phalanges.
When bones heal, calluses, or new bone growth, form at the fracture site.
Some young people, dissatisfied with their height, use this method of breaking and resetting their leg bones to stimulate new growth, essentially making themselves "grow" again.
If done correctly, this procedure can add three to five centimeters—or even more—to a person’s height.
And as a bonus, they get a pair of long legs.
However, Yan Feifan didn’t recommend this method of limb lengthening.
Breaking the leg bones causes significant trauma to the body and can lead to considerable long-term complications. During damp, cold weather, the pain from legs that have been repeatedly broken can be excruciating.
As for re-fracturing Cui Bo’s recently healed phalanges, Yan Feifan had run multiple simulations in his mind.
He had performed repeated calculations for each injured phalanx to determine the optimal amount of bone to shave away.
Yan Feifan was striving for perfection: a fraction more would be too long, a fraction less would be too short. He had to shave them down to be just right.
Of course, he knew this was incredibly difficult to achieve.
Besides the properties of bone healing itself, the recovery speed was also closely tied to the patient’s postoperative physical and mental condition, nutrition, rest, exercise, and other unique factors.
All Yan Feifan could do was give it his absolute best.
Cui Bo’s right-hand injury was exceedingly complex. In addition to readdressing the healed fractures, there were also old vascular, tendon, joint, and nerve injuries that needed repair.
You could say it was a full house of injuries.
Considering Yu Suye’s specialization was in physical trauma repair, Yan Feifan treated this surgery as a teaching demonstration.
He operated meticulously, patiently explaining each step as he went.
Yu Suye cherished this rare learning opportunity, watching, listening, and learning with intense focus...
Around 5:00 p.m., after finishing the surgery, Yan Feifan went to the family waiting area outside the surgical wing. He briefly updated Cui Bo’s parents, who had rushed in from out of town, on their son’s condition.
Afterward, he headed to the director’s office on the third floor to rest while he waited for Yu Suye to finish up the postoperative procedures and get the patient settled. Then, they would head back to their apartment complex together.
"Mr. Yan..."
Seeing Tian Yu pop out from her hiding spot, Yan Feifan placed a hand on her head and asked with a laugh, "Your exams are done. Why didn’t you go home? What are you doing here?"
Tian Yu shook her head, nuzzling against Yan Feifan’s hand. "It’s been a while since I’ve seen you and Ruoruo," she said with a grin. "I missed you guys, so I rushed right over."
Yan Feifan scoffed lightly. "You didn’t miss us, you missed the good food, right? I know you, you little foodie!"
Tian Yu chuckled and eagerly poured Yan Feifan a glass of water.
"A student is a national treasure before exams and a wild animal after. I know the drill."
"That’s why I bolted over here the second my exams were finished."
"My dad has to take care of the other ’national treasure’ at home, so he was more than happy to see me go. He’d rather I not be home causing trouble."
"Hey, Mr. Yan, what delicious things are we eating tonight?"
Yan Feifan, collapsed on the sofa, said listlessly, "Go ask Ruoruo what we’re eating. Let her handle it."
After calling Yan Ziruo, Tian Yu moved behind the sofa and started massaging Yan Feifan’s shoulders.
"Mr. Yan, my math teacher actually came to my testing site today to ask who the VIP was that helped me."
"HEHE... My math teacher said that if all my classmates had paid attention and really understood that practice test you made, it would’ve been easy for them to raise their scores on the high school entrance exam by twenty or thirty points."
Yan Feifan said smugly, "Math is the subject that really separates the scores. I put a lot of work into that test, so of course it was effective."
He stretched his arms comfortably and said in surprise, "Xiaoyu, you’ve gotten pretty good at giving massages."
"Did you take lessons or something?"
Tian Yu smiled proudly. "My mom’s pregnant, and she’s gotten so fussy. Every day she comes home, she’s complaining about one ache or another."
"My mom is the number one ’national treasure’ in the house, so Dad and I learned some basic massage techniques online to take good care of her."
Tian Yu moved to the front of the sofa, sat down next to Yan Feifan, and started massaging his arms.
"Mr. Yan, my math teacher wants to treat you to dinner. He wants to meet you."
Yan Feifan said dismissively, "Forget it. I don’t have the time, and there’s no reason to."
"Your entrance exams are over, so I won’t be dealing with that stuff anymore."
Just then, the office door opened, and Wang Chuan walked in.
He’d also had surgery today, but his had finished early. He had just been making his rounds.
Making rounds through all fifty or sixty rooms in the plastic surgery center took a considerable amount of time.