Overpowered Resident Doctor

Chapter 433: Chapter 432: Go Where It’s Cool

After Yan Feifan briefly explained what he had done in cardiac surgery, Wang Chuan wasn’t particularly surprised.

"Given your meticulous grasp of human anatomy and your precise surgical technique, it’s understandable that you could pull off a simplified version of an off-pump bypass."

Wang Chuan commented, then couldn’t help but add, "Feifan, you really have some nerve."

"Anyone else, no matter how confident they were, would be sweating buckets performing a ’bomb defusal’ surgery like that on a heart for the first time."

"But you? It was like a walk in the park. You even seemed to enjoy it."

Yan Feifan said with a straight face, "Chief, I was actually quite nervous. My heart rate was definitely over a hundred at the time."

Wang Chuan didn’t believe a word of it.

Wang Chuan, Qin Ying, Chen Yu, Lo Jun, and others had once discussed Yan Feifan and unanimously agreed that the kid had the heart of a lion.

He was the type of person who, in the operating room, became calmer the more complex and difficult the situation got. He simply didn’t know the meaning of fear.

To put it more bluntly, Yan Feifan was a reckless but confident daredevil.

Somehow, that guy always managed to turn in a surprisingly perfect answer sheet.

However, Wang Chuan and the others also believed something else.

Given Yan Feifan’s arrogant and risk-taking nature, he would either make no mistakes at all, or he would make a colossal one.

Wang Chuan, Lo Jun, Qin Ying, and Chen Yu were all very curious.

Just what were the limits of Yan Feifan’s abilities? They hoped to find out before he got himself into a mess so big that no one could clean it up...

Wang Chuan tossed a thick file to Yan Feifan.

"I’ve got another job for you."

Yan Feifan hurriedly caught the file, opened it, and couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise, "Only seventeen?"

"Huh, and she’s from Korea?"

"Isn’t their plastic surgery supposed to be pretty good?"

Wang Chuan scoffed disdainfully. "If we’re talking about the average level, their plastic surgery skills are indeed a bit better than ours."

"But at the highest level, our domestic skills have already surpassed theirs."

"Just from what I know, several of their famous celebrities had their procedures done at cosmetic clinics here in our country."

Wang Chuan pointed to the file in Yan Feifan’s hands. "This is a trainee that an entertainment company over there has been carefully grooming."

"They say she’s excellent in all aspects—dancing, singing, stage presence, and so on. It’s just that her looks are a bit lacking."

"So they’re thinking of fixing this shortcoming before her official debut."

Yan Feifan let out a soft "oh," studying the photo of the girl with a sweet smile and a very youthful vibe.

To be fair, the girl could be considered pretty.

Her face shape wasn’t the round, flat type common in Korea; it was more of an oval shape. Her mouth and chin were quite nice.

The obvious flaws were her monolids and small eyes.

Also, her nose bridge was a bit flat, and the tip of her nose had plenty of room for refinement.

’If a small dimple were added to her left cheek, her cuteness and recognizability would definitely increase quite a bit...’

As Yan Feifan mulled over the plastic surgery plan, a thought suddenly occurred to him.

"Chief, did they come here because of my reputation? Did they seek us out specifically?"

Wang Chuan chuckled and shot him down, "Feifan, don’t get ahead of yourself. Your fame won’t spread that quickly."

"Your peers won’t go around singing your praises. They might even intentionally badmouth you."

"And those two big stars are too busy keeping things under wraps; they’re certainly not going to do any promotion for you."

After a pause, Wang Chuan explained, "They contacted me directly through a past connection."

"And I recommended you."

"Your previous full-face reconstruction cases were what really caught their attention."

"They love this type of full-face procedure that doesn’t require too many changes but results in a qualitative leap in appearance."

Wang Chuan then reminded him, "Feifan, do a good job on this surgery."

"One will lead to ten, and ten to a hundred."

"Who knows, you might end up cornering the market on plastic surgeries for all the celebrities over there."

Yan Feifan scoffed, his tone dismissive. "That’s not what I’m aiming for. Besides, these full-face cosmetic surgeries don’t really interest me anymore."

Wang Chuan said bluntly, "Five hundred million Korean won. Interested now?"

’Five hundred million!’

Yan Feifan quickly pulled out his phone to check the latest exchange rate and found it was only equivalent to a little over 2.8 million RMB.

Although it was much less than he had expected, it was still more than ten times the one or two hundred thousand yuan fee for Lv Xin and the others.

Yan Feifan was still quite satisfied.

"Chief, I’m a little interested now."

"Have the girl come over next Wednesday. We’ll do the check-ups on Wednesday and Thursday, and the surgery on Friday."

Wang Chuan grunted in acknowledgment, then asked, "Any news on the twin sisters with the burns?"

Yan Feifan shook his head. "Mr. Ho called and said the parents are still hesitating, unable to decide which hospital to choose!"

"Besides, the younger sister is weak and has an infection, so she can’t undergo surgery anytime soon anyway."

"I’ve already told Mr. Ho to return to Binhai."

Wang Chuan sighed softly. "I hope the child’s parents aren’t swayed by other offers and can think rationally to make the right choice."

"Having you in charge of the surgery is absolutely the best option."

Yan Feifan said without a hint of modesty, "I think so too..."

Wang Chuan shot him a look and teased, "Feifan, your skin is getting thicker. Give you an inch and you’ll take a mile."

"Alright, let’s not waste any more time."

"Let’s begin today’s lesson..."

A little after six in the evening, Yan Feifan, his sister Yan Ziruo, and Yu Suye were treating Mrs. Tian and Tian Yu to dinner at Staff Cafeteria No. 1. Mrs. Tian had just come to the hospital for a prenatal check-up.

Yan Feifan had carefully reviewed all of Mrs. Tian’s test results. "Mrs. Tian, based on all the indicators, the baby is fine."

"You just have some early symptoms of gestational hypertension, but it’s nothing serious."

"Just pay attention to your diet and rest, and get a moderate amount of exercise."

Mrs. Tian chuckled. "Mr. Tao said the same thing. Now that you’ve said it too, I’m completely at ease."

She rubbed her small belly and added with a smile, "Kids are so precious these days. You really can’t be careless about having them."

Yan Ziruo chuckled. "Mrs. Tian, with birth rates getting lower and lower, children will be in high demand when they grow up. You won’t have to worry about not being able to provide for them."

Just then, Yan Feifan turned his gaze to Tian Yu, who was busy stuffing her face, and asked, "Why are you here too?"

Tian Yu looked up and huffed, "My dad couldn’t get time off work. You can’t expect my mom to come to the hospital and run around all by herself with her big belly, can you?"

Yan Feifan scoffed. "She’s not even three months along. Given Mrs. Tian’s physical condition, it’s not like she can’t even walk!"

"Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to."

"Let me tell you straight: no way."

"Your high school entrance exams are coming up, and all you can think about is having fun."

Seeing her daughter pouting from the scolding, Mrs. Tian chuckled softly. "Feifan, Xiaoyu has actually been working really hard lately."

"She studies until eleven at night every day without us having to nag her, and she gets up before six in the morning."

"Look at her, don’t you think she’s lost some weight?"

Yan Feifan glanced at Xiaoyu, who was trying hard to suck in her cheeks, and shook his head. "Still the same round face. I don’t see where she’s lost any weight."

Tian Yu got a little anxious and cried out, "I did! I lost five pounds! It’s just that I lost it from my body, not my face."

Her words made everyone laugh.

Just then, Yan Feifan’s phone rang.

It was a call from He Junxing.

"Mr. Yan, I just got a call from the father in Anzhou."

"He said a charitable foundation is willing to reimburse and cover all of his child’s past and future medical expenses. They also promised to do some promotion to raise donations for the family."

"He wants to know what kind of help we can provide."

Hearing this, Yan Feifan’s anger flared up instantly.

"What kind of help?"

"Isn’t doing everything in my power to give him back a healthy daughter enough?"

"Mr. Ho, tell him this bluntly: if he’s trying to cash in on his tragedy, tell him to get lost..."