A celebrity’s check-up didn’t involve more tests than a regular person’s, nor were they any more accurate.
They just didn’t have to wait in line and got to enjoy a "cleared floor" service.
This so-called "cleared floor" was more of a formality, where people guarded the stairs and elevators to prevent unauthorized individuals from wandering in.
In reality, no one was trying to get in anyway.
After all, it was the middle of the night. The plastic surgery center wasn’t like an emergency room; patients rarely came in for urgent cosmetic procedures.
The high-end service Ding Xuan was enjoying mostly consisted of Wang Chuan or Yan Feifan personally operating some of the examination instruments and equipment for her.
Of course, this high-end service also meant a high price tag. The examination fee was at least three to five times more than what a regular person would pay.
Nearly two hours later, all the various test results for her nose and body were finally collected in Yan Feifan’s hands.
Ding Xuan watched Yan Feifan flip through the results with a blank expression. She clenched her fists and asked nervously, "Mr. Yan, it can be fixed, right?"
Yan Feifan put down the results and nodded. "The situation isn’t ideal, but it’s not the worst-case scenario."
"It’s certainly simpler than reconstructing a nose from scratch using your own muscle tissue."
Ding Xuan felt a wave of relief wash over her. "Mr. Yan, to be honest with you, it was after watching that documentary that I really made up my mind."
"That poor little girl, An’an, she had no nose at all, and you, Mr. Yan, were able to reconstruct such a perfect one for her."
"My situation has to be better than hers."
Yan Feifan said in a serious tone, "The difficulty may be a bit lower, but the time required will be much longer."
"Restructuring the muscles in your nose will be a major test of patience and meticulousness."
Ding Xuan gave a faint smile and said flatteringly, "For you, Mr. Yan, that shouldn’t be much of a test at all."
After a brief pause, she asked, "Mr. Yan, when can the surgery be scheduled?"
"I have a very important event in four weeks. If I have to cancel it, the impact on my career will be huge."
"So the timing of the surgery..."
Yan Feifan thought for a moment. "Your nasal reconstruction surgery is expected to take eight hours."
"If we arrange things properly, it can be scheduled for next Friday night."
Then he added casually, "If you absolutely must attend that event in four weeks, then the only option is to have the surgery tonight."
Ding Xuan’s eyes lit up. "The surgery can be done tonight?"
But then she added worriedly, "Mr. Yan, um, isn’t the preparation time too rushed?"
"Are you confident?"
Yan Feifan chuckled. "I came up with a surgical plan after examining you at Baining Hospital the other day."
"Besides, it’s just a nose reconstruction."
As a talented actress skilled at analyzing characters, Ding Xuan naturally picked up on the confidence—and a bit of nonchalance—in Yan Feifan’s words, actions, and expression.
’This guy really doesn’t see my nose as a big deal.’
While this made Ding Xuan a little uncomfortable, it also boosted her confidence immensely.
She chuckled lightly. "Mr. Yan, as far as I know, you’ve never failed a single surgery you’ve performed, whether it was cosmetic surgery, a high-risk spinal tumor operation, or a brain tumor removal."
"I’m sure you will, and you must, continue your brilliant record of success."
"Mr. Yan, I’ve decided. Let’s do the surgery tonight."
Yan Feifan was taken aback.
’Surgery tonight? I was just saying it casually. I didn’t think she’d actually agree.’
It seemed that event she mentioned really was very important.
But... an eight-hour surgery would break his personal record for the longest operation he’d ever performed...
Yan Feifan checked in with his own physical condition.
He’d spent half the day relaxing and having fun, then napped all afternoon. His mind and body were in excellent shape.
’I can do this surgery!’
Yan Feifan asked, "What time did you have dinner? And when was the last time you had water?"
Ding Xuan thought for a moment. "Dinner was around seven. I didn’t have much of an appetite, so I just picked at my food."
"As for water..."
"I drank half a bottle of mineral water before nine o’clock."
Yan Feifan nodded. "It’s 2 a.m. now. You meet the conditions for surgery."
"I’ll just..."
He was about to say he would prepare for surgery when he suddenly remembered a very important matter they hadn’t discussed.
The surgical fee!
"Ms. Ding, given that you are a public figure, I’ll have Mr. Wang, our center’s director, speak with you about the terms of the surgical agreement you’ll need to sign."