Yan Feifan and Yu Suye walked into the operating room to find Mrs. Yu and her surgical team already in position.
As the two drew near the operating table, a heavy stench of alcohol hit them.
Even though Yan Feifan was wearing a surgical mask, it couldn’t hide the sll. The stench of alcohol seed to bore right into his nostrils.
’When a man’s manhood is cut or snipped off, it’s done by soone close to him over ninety percent of the ti. Judging by the overwhelming stench of alcohol, this guy was either deliberately gotten drunk, or he went on a drunken rampage, committed dostic violence, or sothing similar, pushing soone close to him past their breaking point.’
Yan Feifan guessed as much from the potent sll.
But the overwhelming sll of alcohol made Yan Feifan’s expression turn exceptionally grim.
"Mrs. Yu, I can’t do this surgery."
At his words, Chen Yu’s gaze sharpened, darting toward Yan Feifan like an arrow.
"Yan Feifan, are you ssing with ?"
"I saved this surgery specifically for you, and now, at the last minute, you’re telling you can’t do it."
"The operating room is no place for jokes."
Yan Feifan quickly explained, "Mrs. Yu, I’m not joking in the slightest."
"The reason I can’t perform this surgery..."
Yan Feifan said, a hint of frustration in his voice, "I’m a bit sensitive to alcohol."
"The sll of alcohol on this man is so strong, I’m afraid that after a while, my nervous system will be affected, and it will seriously compromise my fine motor skills for the surgery."
"Are you serious?"
Chen Yu was skeptical. "Kid, are you really that sensitive to alcohol?" she asked, looking for confirmation.
Yan Feifan nodded helplessly.
Just then, Yu Suye chid in, "Mrs. Yu, Feifan is the kind of person who gets drunk from eating two liquor-filled chocolates."
"Two liquor-filled chocolates?"
Chen Yu repeated the phrase, then couldn’t help but shake her head and chuckle. "Feifan, your alcohol tolerance is really sothing else... truly..."
"Haha..."
Chen Yu’s laugh prompted the anesthesiologist, nurses, and the young doctors observing from the sidelines to start laughing as well.
Yan Feifan was speechless.
’What’s so funny about this? Being sensitive to alcohol isn’t sothing to be ashad of.’
Of course, Yan Feifan himself was quite frustrated.
He had finally gotten a chance to perform a penis reattachnt surgery, only to be forced to give it up because the patient was a drunk.
After the laughter in the operating room died down, Chen Yu said cheerfully, "Su Ye, you’ll be my assistant."
"Feifan, you stand right here..."
Chen Yu pointed to an empty spot next to the patient’s upper body. "Stand there," she continued, "and observe the surgery for ."
"I’d like to see if you can actually get drunk just from the sll."
Yan Feifan moved to the front-left side of the operating table and began to watch as Chen Yu and Yu Suye perford the irrigation and debrident.
The patient’s penis had been severed about two centiters from the base. His prognosis was slightly better than if it had been cut off completely at the root.
Because the penis has a rich supply of nerves and blood vessels, reattaching it is significantly more difficult than reattaching a severed finger.
Yan Feifan was watching Chen Yu and Yu Suye as they each cleaned a wound surface—one on the stump and one on the severed part—when he suddenly heard Chen Yu’s voice.
"Does anyone know the story behind this? Let’s hear it."
"Mrs. Yu, I know a little."
A circulating nurse said excitedly, "I heard about it from the doctor who rode in the ambulance with him."
"She said that he was cheating on his wife and trying to force a divorce."
"His wife couldn’t accept it, so she prepared a large al with plenty of wine."
"After she got him drunk, she snipped off his manhood."
"Then, the wife tried to hang herself."
"Luckily, the rope broke. She survived, lost her nerve to try again, and called the police."
Chen Yu continued her work, letting out a soft snort. "Society is becoming so fickle these days," she lanted. "People are more selfish, with far less sense of responsibility and self-discipline."
"I can’t control what other people do."
"But all of you, listen up..."
Chen Yu’s voice suddenly turned stern. "If the feelings are gone, then have an amicable breakup."
"If any of you cheat, or ddle in soone else’s relationship, you’re off my team."
"Got it?"
The mont she finished speaking, a chorus of "Yes, Mrs. Yu," and "Yes, Doctor," rose from all around.
Chen Yu nodded in satisfaction, her hands never ceasing their work.
After the irrigation and debrident, the severed portion of the penis and the stump on the patient’s body were secured onto a small surgical support bracket, their ends perfectly aligned but kept apart.
Enough space was left between the two ends to perform the procedure.
Chen Yu began by suturing the urethra...
Yan Feifan, observing closely from the side, found his vision starting to blur. He was even seeing double.
He couldn’t very well rub his eyes in the operating room, so he could only blink hard, trying to force his eyes to focus...
"Hey, look, he’s starting to sway..."
"He’s really swaying..."
"He’s actually getting drunk..."
The voices sounded distant and ethereal, sotis near, sotis far. It was uncomfortable for Yan Feifan to hear. His eyelids felt as heavy as lead, and he couldn’t keep them open no matter how he tried.
Then, he felt soone catch him...
He didn’t know how much ti had passed before he opened his eyes again to a room filled with natural light.
The familiar ceiling, the familiar decor, and the familiar scent.
’This is my room.’
Yan Feifan took a mont to recall what had happened last night.
’Did I really get drunk and get sent ho?’
A powerful pressure in his bladder left him no ti for further thought.
Yan Feifan scrambled out of bed, only then realizing he was in his pajamas.
He rushed to the bathroom to relieve himself, then washed up and took a quick shower. When he was done and stepped out, he found his sister waiting for him.
"Sis, were you the one who brought ho last night?"
"Who else would it have been?"
Yan Ziruo added with a grin, "Feifan, you’re a big celebrity at the hospital again."
"Getting so drunk from the sll of alcohol that you had to be carried out of the operating room... tsk tsk..."
Yan Feifan shot his sister a glare and grumbled, "How is that my fault? It’s not like I chose to be sensitive to alcohol."
Yan Ziruo burst out laughing. "True, you can’t be blad. You inherited that from..."
She imdiately clamped her mouth shut, then changed the subject. "Feifan, you’ve gotten to be a dead weight."
"Last night, Mrs. Du and I had to haul you into the car, and when we got back, we had to haul you all the way up to the apartnt."
"Then I had to change your clothes and give you a sponge bath. I was sweating buckets by the ti I was done."
Yan Ziruo poked her brother’s chest and warned, "Don’t you dare get drunk again. Taking care of a drunk is exhausting."
"This one ti was more than enough for ."
"I’m not taking care of you next ti you’re drunk. You can just let Su Ye do it."
Yan Feifan turned to look at the stairs leading to the loft. "Sis, is Su Ye back?"
"No, she probably stayed at the hospital to rest."
Yan Feifan let out an "oh."
’A penis reattachnt surgery like that would take at least six or seven hours. It wouldn’t be worth it for her to co all the way back here just to rest.’
Yan Feifan patted his stomach and said, "Sis, I’m hungry!"
Yan Ziruo slapped his stomach lightly. "I know you missed dinner, so I already made you sothing," she chuckled.
"I thought you’d wake up starving in the middle of the night, but you slept straight through till morning."
Yan Feifan followed his sister to the dining room, where four dishes and a soup were already set on the table.
There was braised pork belly, hostyle tofu, stir-fried celtuce, and tomato and egg stir-fry, along with a large bowl of beef soup.
"I just reheated the dishes in the microwave. I’ll go make you so noodles."
"Okay," Yan Feifan said, then added, "Sis, make extra noodles so you can have so too."
Yan Ziruo shot him a look. "You think I needed you to tell that?"
The two siblings finished their breakfast before it was even seven in the morning.
Yan Feifan packed another portion of breakfast and headed to the Qin Ying dical Research Office at the hospital.
Pushing the door open, he was surprised to find that Yu Suye wasn’t fast asleep on the sofa. Instead, she was sitting there, hugging her knees.
Her face was covered in tears.
Yan Feifan was taken aback.
"Su Ye, what’s wrong? Did your performance not et her standards? Did Mrs. Yu chew you out?"
Yu Suye looked up at Yan Feifan, her eyes brimming with tears. "They found him... the person who’s been obsessed with ..."
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