It was Monday again.
Yan Ziruo, Yu Suye, and Wang Chuan went to the Affiliated Hospital early in the morning.
After breakfast, Zhong Xinyi also drove downtown to get busy with the Fuhai Heaven and Earth real estate project.
As for Yanyan and Tian Yu, they started their warm-up exercises after breakfast.
Today, Tian Yu would be accompanying Yanyan to start a new week of fitness training under the guidance of Mr. Zuo, their personal trainer.
Yan Feifan, who had been told to take a day off and stay at the Wang Family’s villa, was instructed to rest up and behave himself.
But for him, it was merely a change of work environment.
For this new week, Yan Feifan had eight surgeries scheduled in his work plan.
There was the surgery for the specialty actor, Qin Lang, which had been postponed to Tuesday, and the puncture ablation surgery for an intracranial blood clot for the daughter of Shen Daoran’s friend.
On Wednesday, there were two puncture injection surgeries for intraspinal tumors.
On Thursday, one cranial tumor puncture injection surgery in collaboration with the PLA General Hospital.
On Sunday, "freelance" surgeries at Baining Hospital, including two intraspinal tumor surgeries and one cranial tumor surgery.
Just simulating, designing, and further optimizing the puncture injection plans for these eight surgeries would take up his entire day, and it still wouldn’t be enough time.
As Yan Feifan reviewed his work schedule for the week, he was struck by a problem he couldn’t ignore.
If this continued, his career as a surgeon would be hijacked by the Puncture Injection Skill.
Perhaps in the near future, Yan Feifan, like Zhou Xian back in the day, would earn himself a famous catchphrase.
For Puncture Injection, find Feifan!
Yan Feifan, who aspired to become an all-around surgeon, had no desire to be confined to a single specialized technique.
At that moment, he desperately hoped that Baining Medical Technology’s surgical robot project would be successfully developed and put into practical use as soon as possible.
Yan Feifan looked at his own somewhat long, slender hands and muttered to himself, "This puncture injection is all brain work, not hand work."
"Over time, I’ll get lazy, and my hands will get rusty. I need to intersperse other types of surgeries in my schedule."
He reached for the laptop Zhong Xinyi had given Tian Yu, turned it on, and opened his email.
Opening his inbox, Yan Feifan saw several unread emails with very large attachments.
He first clicked on the attachment in the email from Zeng Ni.
The attachment contained high-definition full-body photos, half-body shots, and makeup-free headshots from various angles of three young women.
After quickly browsing through the photos of the three women, Yan Feifan was convinced. Zeng Ni had once told him she had many "sisters" with peculiar looks, and now he believed her.
The appearances of these three were indeed below a passing grade, at a level of about fifty out of a hundred at best.
Objectively speaking, however, the figures of these three young women were all quite good.
While they didn’t all have hourglass, S-shaped curves, their bodies were all well-proportioned—not too fat, not too thin—giving off a sense of health and vitality.
One’s facial features are a gift from one’s parents and from heaven, something an individual can’t decide, but one’s figure is something managed and built through self-discipline.
Yan Feifan always had a bit more appreciation for potential surgical candidates like these, who were self-disciplined and had a positive attitude.
What Yan Feifan had to do now was choose one of the three.
He pulled up the frontal headshots of the three women and enlarged them side-by-side on the computer screen.
The first woman’s biggest flaw was a collapsed nose.
Her nose looked as if it had been punched hard when she was a child, collapsing and never rising again.
Additionally, her eyes were triangular, which, combined with her somewhat prominent cheekbones, gave her a severe and sharp look.
Relatively speaking, her full lips and well-defined lip line were quite nice.
The second woman had a large, round pancake face.
If you looked closely at her features, the tip of her nose was a bit large, her nasal bridge wasn’t high enough, her eyes were slightly asymmetrical, and the corners of her mouth drooped a little.
These were all minor flaws, but paired with a face as large as a washbasin, they became quite unforgettable.
As for the third woman...
She gave Yan Feifan a peculiar impression.
Flat. As flat as a wide-open plain!
Compared to people from Europe and America, the facial features of Chinese people tend to lack three-dimensionality, with softer facial contours.
But this third woman took that softness to the extreme, turning it into flatness.
You couldn’t see the slightest depression in her eye sockets, and her cheekbones were also flat.
To put it dramatically, her lips looked like a slit cut into a piece of white paper, with some color daubed above and below it.
As for her nose, supposedly the Mount Everest of the face, on her it had become a gentle hill, failing to create any sense of depth.
In his mind’s eye, Yan Feifan weighed the current appearances of the three women, the difficulty of the surgeries, and the before-and-after transformations, and decided to choose the third woman as the subject for his public surgery.
Yan Feifan knew he had three main advantages in facial plastic surgery.