Yan Feifan’s costic surgery plan for the three celebrities—Fang Naiwen, Du Yui, and Shen Qing—consisted of three different approaches.
The first approach was to enhance their distinctive facial features.
For example, making Shen Qing appear more sinister and effeminate, Fang Naiwen more heroic and upstanding, and Du Yui even sweeter.
The second approach was to do the opposite and diminish those features.
The third approach was a more balanced one, a middle ground between the first two.
Additionally, all three approaches included improvents to correct the obvious flaws in each celebrity’s features.
For instance, Du Yui’s less-than-delicate nose tip, Shen Qing’s overly prominent cheekbones, and Fang Naiwen’s thick lips and less-defined nasal bridge.
After Yan Feifan finished presenting the three approaches, the three celebrities all turned to look at Mr. Gao in unison.
Mr. Gao spoke slowly. "I chose the three of you not only for your acting skills, work ethic, and personalities, but also because your looks and temperants match the characters in my current script."
"I’m sure you understand this: once you make it big and your fa skyrockets, your looks will no longer be a limiting factor."
"Just look at Huang Bai and Sun Honglei. They beca household nas because of their distinctive on-screen personas and outstanding acting."
"And one more thing..."
Mr. Gao looked at Yan Feifan and asked, "And if, down the line, they want to tone down these enhanced features, you can do that too, right, Mr. Yan?"
Yan Feifan gave a slight nod.
With Mr. Gao’s persuasion and guidance, Fang Naiwen, Shen Qing, and Du Yui all chose the plan that would enhance their distinctive features.
After another four or five hours of ticulous discussion about the surgical details, the plans for the three celebrities were finalized.
The surgeries were scheduled for the following Friday.
Their procedures weren’t actually major. Although many areas of their faces required alteration, most of it was considered minor costic work.
For Yan Feifan, performing all three surgeries in a single day was more than manageable.
After seeing Mr. Gao and the others off, Wang Chuan said to Yan Feifan, "With an industry insider like Mr. Gao promoting you, you can start treating costic surgery as your cash cow."
"Just one or two celebrity surgeries a month will bring in enough inco for you and your sister to live a very comfortable life."
"That way, you can dedicate more ti to honing your dical knowledge and skills."
Yan Feifan said with genuine sincerity, "Thank you, Chief!"
Wang Chuan waved his hand dismissively. "In this day and age, without a sufficient inco to back you up, everything else is aningless," he said with a sigh.
"Oh, speaking of which, let tell you sothing..."
"Tang Zheng is quitting."
The news made Yan Feifan gasp. Wang Chuan continued, "His new girlfriend is rich. She bought Zhiyin dical and handed it over to him to run."
"Oh, so that’s why," Yan Feifan said, the pieces falling into place.
"With Mr. Tang’s unparalleled charisma, it’s no surprise he’d end up with a rich heiress willing to spend a fortune on him."
Wang Chuan snorted. "Heiresses aren’t fools. And even if she’s lost her head over him, her family is still thinking clearly."
"At most, they’ve given Tang Zheng operational control of Zhiyin dical and a small number of shares, nothing more."
"Essentially, Tang Zheng is still just an employee."
Wang Chuan shook his head. "A man’s good looks have an even shorter shelf life, because won are more drawn to novelty."
"If that heiress is only infatuated with his looks, I’m not optimistic about his future."
Wang Chuan sighed again, his tone tinged with regret. "I noticed he was getting restless a few months ago."
"I thought he would at least stick around until he was promoted to Associate Chief Physician before leaving..."
At this, Wang Chuan heaved another long sigh.
Yan Feifan tried to console him softly, "You can’t really bla Mr. Tang. It’s a rare opportunity. Zhiyin dical must be worth at least ten or twenty million, right?"
"When a pie that big just falls from the sky and lands on your head, nobody could resist being tempted."
Wang Chuan scoffed. "He’s just slaving away for her. A man should be independent and self-reliant."
He waved a hand, his voice laced with disappointnt. "Let’s not talk about him anymore."
"Feifan..."
Wang Chuan’s tone turned serious. "You’re going to face many temptations on your own path."
"You must always rember this: what others can give, they can also take away. The only true strength is the strength you possess yourself."
Yan Feifan replied dutifully, "Yes, Chief. I understand."
Seeing the unconcealable exhaustion on Yan Feifan’s face, Wang Chuan said with concern, "You’ve barely rested since yesterday. Go ho."
Yan Feifan really did feel like he couldn’t go on any longer, so he agreed and left the chief’s office.
On his way out through the hospital’s south entrance, he made a quick detour to the trauma surgery inpatient ward to check on the two patients he had treated the previous night.
The circulation in Jiaojiao’s reattached left hand was flowing smoothly.
We Qing, who’d had a kidney removed, was also awake, and his vital signs were quite good.
A wave of satisfaction washed over Yan Feifan, and it eased much of his physical and ntal exhaustion.
So twenty minutes later, Yan Feifan rode his bicycle back to Zuimo Court.
The mont he walked through the door, he heard the sound of chopping from the kitchen, along with the SIZZLE of sothing being stir-fried.
By now, Yan Feifan’s brain had completely shut down. His only thought was to lie down on his comfortable bed and sleep.
He fought off the drowsiness, quickly washed up in the bathroom, and went straight to his bedroom.
He stripped off his clothes, put on his pajamas with his eyes half-closed, flopped onto the bed, pulled the thin quilt over himself, and was asleep in an instant...
What Yan Feifan didn’t know was that Yu Suye had been by his side ever since he ca out of the bathroom.
Yu Suye followed him quietly, watching as he took off his clothes, folded them out of habit, and placed them on the other side of the bed.
She watched him put on his pajamas, get into bed, and pull up the covers...
Watched as he fell asleep almost instantly...
Watching all of this in silence, Yu Suye found it quite endearing.
’He’s so exhausted, so out of it that he didn’t even notice soone was right beside him, yet he still took care of himself so thodically.’
’What an interesting and self-disciplined man he is.’
Suddenly, a deep pang of heartache washed over Yu Suye, and her nose began to tingle.
’Feifan is so self-disciplined because he learned from a young age that he had no one to rely on, that he could only take care of himself.’
Yu Suye sat on the edge of the bed and reached out, gently stroking Yan Feifan’s sowhat gaunt, oval-shaped face.
"Feifan, from now on, I’ll take care of you..."
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