Mr. Gao pointed upward and sighed. "The censors don’t allow overly gory scenes in film and television."
"This prevents us from showing many realistic and professionally accurate medical procedures."
"On top of that, a lot of sensitive subject matter is off-limits."
"And those sensitive stories or bizarre cases you get from patients are the biggest draw for a medical drama."
"If you can’t film that, all you’re left with is family squabbles and romance to fill the runtime."
"And if that’s all you’re filming, you might as well drop the medical ’skin’ altogether."
As he spoke, Mr. Gao’s eyes suddenly lit up. He looked at Yan Feifan and said, "Mr. Yan, your own experiences are quite legendary. And there are so many stories to be mined from the field of cosmetic surgery."
"Mr. Yan, would you be interested in adapting your life story into a highly professional medical drama about cosmetic surgery?"
Yan Feifan shook his head in refusal. "No, thanks. I’m still young; I don’t have enough stories to make a show."
"Ask me again in ten or twenty years."
It was just a passing thought for Mr. Gao, so when he saw Yan Feifan wasn’t interested, he let the matter drop.
After a few more minutes of small talk, the three went their separate ways.
For Mr. Gao and Zhao Xiaoting, the cocktail party was a great networking opportunity, and not a moment was to be wasted.
Left all by his lonesome, Yan Feifan found himself with nothing to do. He found a seat in a lounge area and sat down.
He took out his phone and found an email from Dr. Kevin Vega in the United States.
He opened it to find the medical file for a patient with a brain tumor.
Yan Feifan quickly scanned the information on the patient’s tumor and felt a pang of doubt.
’Did this guy send me the wrong file?’
The patient’s brain tumor wasn’t complex—in fact, it was almost too simple. With Mr. Vega’s skills, performing this surgery alone wouldn’t be much of a challenge. Whether Yan Feifan was there or not would make little difference.
Yan Feifan quickly sent a reply to confirm.
Less than a minute after he sent the email, he received an international call from Dr. Kevin Vega.
"Mr. Yan, hello!"
"I sent the medical file myself; it’s the correct one."
Mr. Vega explained over the phone, "The patient is a well-known investor from Wall Street."
"He’s extremely worried that the brain surgery will impact his analytical and decision-making abilities."
"Therefore, he’s demanding that we exert every possible effort to ensure the surgery is a complete success, with absolutely no side effects."
"To use one of your local expressions, he’s got more money than sense..."