Overpowered Resident Doctor

Chapter 476: Chapter 475: Gone and Returned

Yan Feifan followed the voice and saw a homely-looking man with a handlebar mustache spouting nonsense at Mr. Wang. The man was scrawny, all skin and bones, and sported a ridiculous bowl cut.

Beside this scrawny monkey of a man were a woman with buck teeth and another man whose fat jiggled with every movement.

Yan Feifan strode over to Wang Chuan’s side. Just as he was about to loudly refute the man, Wang Chuan held up a hand to stop him.

Wang Chuan faced the scrawny man and said coldly, "We were invited here by Mr. Sun, the executive director of Sunshine Film and Television."

"Do you have the authority to kick us out?"

Seeing the man’s expression change abruptly, Wang Chuan added with a sneer, "Did my profession in plastic surgery somehow trigger your sensitive and insecure little heart?"

The scrawny man retorted indignantly, "It’s people like you who have turned the entertainment industry into a cesspool! All anyone cares about is making their faces a little prettier, and no one bothers to hone their acting skills anymore."

He continued, "Don’t get cocky, and don’t think you can just sneak away. I’m going to find Mr. Sun right now to verify this..."

With that, the scrawny man turned and left, the buck-toothed woman and the portly man hurrying to keep up.

Zhao Xiaoting, who had also come over, explained in a low voice, "Mr. Wang, Mr. Yan, that man is named Zhang Maoye."

"He’s a somewhat famous character actor. He runs an agency and only signs other character actors with distinctive looks."

Wang Chuan let out a soft "Oh" and recounted, "I had just finished speaking with an actress when he and his entourage came over. He started beating around the bush, trying to figure out what I do for a living."

"I didn’t expect his attitude to change so drastically after I told him my profession."

Yan Feifan couldn’t help but gossip, venturing a guess, "Was he wronged by a plastic surgeon? Maybe his wife or girlfriend got work done, became beautiful, and then left him?"

Wang Chuan chuckled softly. "Perhaps."

After a pause, he added, "For someone who makes a living playing ugly characters, it’s understandable that he wouldn’t be fond of plastic surgeons like us."

Yan Feifan sighed softly. "The man is narrow-minded. He has no vision."

"A plastic surgeon can’t only make people beautiful. We can also make them look bizarre, or even distinctively ugly."

Zhao Xiaoting couldn’t help but giggle and joked, "Mr. Yan, I’d love to see you create a real monster someday."

"I really want to see just how ’distinctive’ it would be."

But Yan Feifan replied with a completely straight face, "If the opportunity arises, I’ll be sure to grant your wish. It would be a challenge for myself, too."

Zhao Xiaoting rolled her eyes at Yan Feifan. Then, her expression turning serious, she said, "Mr. Wang, Mr. Yan, I came to this cocktail party with Xuan."

"Xuan said that the recent online rumors about her getting plastic surgery have been causing quite a stir, so she won’t be coming over to greet you proactively."

Wang Chuan smiled. "We understand. Please tell Miss Ding to do as she pleases. She doesn’t need to worry about us!"

"Thank you for your understanding."

Zhao Xiaoting then held up the white T-shirt for Yan Feifan to see and said with a sigh of resignation, "Well, Mr. Yan, I’m off to get those autographs for you."

Yan Feifan grunted in acknowledgment but didn’t forget to add, "Put some effort into it. Go for the A-listers, and don’t just get some no-names to fob me off."

Zhao Xiaoting pouted and huffed before turning and scurrying away...

Yan Feifan glanced around, only then realizing the crowd in the courtyard had at least doubled. Everywhere he looked, there were exquisitely dressed women in cocktail dresses or long gowns, accompanied by dapper men.

In just one sweep of the area, he spotted more than a dozen familiar faces from film and television.

’So star-studded!’

Wang Chuan chuckled. "See any of your favorite idols? You should go strike up a conversation, maybe get a picture."

Yan Feifan shook his head. "I don’t follow celebrities."

"Besides, I haven’t particularly liked any of the movies or shows they’ve been in. I’ve only caught a few glimpses while watching with my sister to pass the time."

Wang Chuan laughed. "With your intellect and high standards, making a film or show that you’d actually like? Aren’t you asking a bit too much of them?"

Just then, Wang Chuan noticed a woman in a long gown, her hair swept up in an elegant Korean-style bun, walking gracefully toward them.

Wang Chuan whispered a reminder, "Feifan, this is the actress I had an appointment with."

Yan Feifan looked up and recognized her.

Her name was Mao Yanan. She had a classical beauty, reminiscent of the famous literary figure Xue Baochai. Yan Feifan had seen her in a xianxia television series while he was recuperating at home during the Spring Festival.

The reality was that he had been in a wheelchair at the time, watching it with the enthusiastic young Tian Yu.

Seeing her approach, Yan Feifan felt a pang of regret for having given the T-shirt to Zhao Xiaoting.

Tian Yu was actually a huge fan of Mao Yanan.

"Miss Mao, hello!"

"Dr. Wang, good evening! Mr. Yan, good evening!"

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, they each took a glass of red wine or juice from a passing waiter and found a relatively quiet corner to talk.

Yan Feifan took a sip of fresh kiwi juice and sized her up. "Miss Mao, in my professional opinion, your facial features have no obvious flaws. There’s no need for plastic surgery."

Mao Yanan chuckled softly. "Mr. Yan, I’ll take that as a different kind of compliment."

"Actually, I’m quite satisfied with my appearance as well."

"The reason I asked to meet you both was not for facial surgery, but to inquire about reshaping my feet."

As she said this, she took her phone out of her clutch, pulled up a photo, and handed it to Yan Feifan.

"Mr. Yan, I’ve been dancing since I was a child, primarily ballet. All those years of practice have made my feet look very ugly now."

Yan Feifan looked at the picture on the phone and had to agree with her.

Her toes were indeed unsightly.

Her five toes were all bunched together, with the little toe turning outward. The third toe was also exceptionally long, standing out from the rest like a crane among chickens.

’However, her toes hadn’t ended up like this from years of dancing. It was a developmental issue.’

Yan Feifan handed the phone to Wang Chuan as Mao Yanan continued, "For so many years, no matter how hot the weather, I’ve never worn sandals. I don’t even dare go on beach vacations."

"For any scenes in my film and television work that require showing my feet, I have to use a body double."

"Dr. Wang, Mr. Yan, for so many years, I’ve been desperate for a pair of unbelievably cute feet."

"Can you help me?"

Yan Feifan and Wang Chuan exchanged a look. Seeing that Wang Chuan had no intention of speaking first, Yan Feifan took the lead.

"Miss Mao, we can help you with this."

"However..."

Yan Feifan cautioned her, "Foot reshaping surgery is different from other procedures. You will have limited mobility for quite some time, at least one to two months."

"Also, my fees are not low."

Mao Yanan said slowly, "I’ve been putting off foot surgery until now precisely because the timing was never convenient."

"A few days ago, I had a sudden realization: if I don’t get this surgery soon, the best years of my life will pass me by."

"The best years of your life are fleeting, only lasting for a short while. And all this time, I’ve been accompanied by a pair of ugly feet that I don’t dare show anyone..."

Mao Yanan shook her head, then said, "Mr. Yan, time is not an issue. I’ve already cleared my schedule."

"As for the fees... they’re not astronomical, are they?"

Yan Feifan chuckled. "They’re not ridiculously high, of course. It’s just that for your condition, you could find someone else to do it for much cheaper."

Mao Yanan chuckled. "Well, since I’ve decided to get foot surgery, of course I want to find the absolute best plastic surgeon there is..."

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, Yan Feifan saw that the scrawny man had returned and was now striding quickly in their direction.

And this time, he had five people with him.

’Judging from their hurried pace and demeanor, they were clearly up to no good...’