At 8:47 PM, under everyone's watchful eyes, Yan Feifan finished the young patient's cleft palate repair and upper gum line reconstruction.
At this point, Dr. Chen Yu's focus had shifted from Yan Feifan's ticulous scalpel technique and textbook-level suturing skills to a higher level of analysis.
She suddenly realized that every incision Yan Feifan had made—incisions that initially seed careless or mistaken—had been naturally utilized in the subsequent steps of the surgery.
This astonished Chen Yu.
It ant that Yan Feifan's overall coordination and planning for the entire operation were detailed to an astounding degree.
This kind of clear, confident control was definitely not born from experience alone.
As Yan Feifan was a moderately well-known young doctor at the Affiliated Hospital, Chen Yu had easily obtained his résumé.
Today's cleft lip repair surgery was Yan Feifan's first ti as the lead surgeon for such a procedure.
For Yan Feifan to have such control, besides his natural talent, he must have made extensive and ticulous preparations before the surgery.
A minute on stage takes ten years of practice offstage.
This was the truest portrayal of how a surgeon earns the recognition of their superiors and the right to stand at the operating table.
Chen Yu studied Yan Feifan, noting his steady gaze. His hands, holding the instrunts, moved up and down without the slightest hesitation, as effortless as a leisurely stroll through a garden.
Wang Chuan, who was assisting at his side, held the titles of Director of the Plastic Surgery Center and renowned plastic surgeon, but his performance and presence were, frankly, completely overshadowed by Yan Feifan.
'He has the air of a great general, a born surgeon.'
Chen Yu made her silent assessnt, then couldn't help but glance at her own student standing behind her to the left.
Noticing his vacant stare, she had the urge to shake her head.
'It's true what they say: comparisons are the death of you.'
Chen Yu looked to her right, and her gaze happened to et Qin Ying's once again.
A naless rage instantly welled up inside her.
She muttered sarcastically in a low voice, "Just got lucky and picked up a good student, is all."
"You should take a look at yourself. In all those years, have you ever managed to train a single presentable doctor?"
Qin Ying replied in a tone perfectly designed to infuriate, "What can I say? I'm just that lucky. It's not sothing you can get by being envious."
Chen Yu scoffed. "The heavens must be blind..."
She wanted to needle her a bit more.
But then Chen Yu rembered she was on soone else's turf, and in an operating room no less. Besides, Yan Feifan had truly brought credit to his ntor.
She held her tongue.
But Chen Yu, still feeling resentful, had no desire to observe any longer. She turned and walked briskly toward the operating room exit.
Her student, standing beside her, was startled for a mont before quickly hurrying to catch up...
Yan Feifan's next steps were nasopharyngeal plastic surgery, cleft lip suturing, and lip contouring.
This was all delicate, ti-consuming work that tested not only a plastic surgeon's technique but also their experience.
Although Yan Feifan lacked experience, through Wang Chuan's recent guidance and instruction, as well as multiple simulations in his world of consciousness, he had also found a suitable plan for the shaping procedure...
At 10:25 PM, the surgery was over.
The only person left in the observation room was Tang Zheng.
He was the first to offer his congratulations. "I never imagined Mr. Yan would lead the entire surgery by himself and complete it so perfectly. The doctors in Oral and Maxillofacial Surgery might be out of a job now."
Exhausted both ntally and physically, Yan Feifan replied perfunctorily, "You're too kind. I just did my best."
Tang Zheng then congratulated Wang Chuan. "Teacher, congratulations on finding a genius successor like our junior brother to carry on your legacy."
Wang Chuan let out a hearty laugh. "I wish! But Feifan's ambitions don't lie here. His ambition..."
"Or rather, his dream, is much grander."
He then instructed, "Tang Zheng, it's getting late. Go ho and rest. You have work tomorrow."
"Yes, Teacher!"
Tang Zheng replied, then said with a sincere expression, "Teacher, you should get so rest soon, too..."
After taking the still-unconscious Lele to the patient ward, Yan Feifan gave a few instructions to the doctor and nurse on duty, as well as Mrs. Gu, the staff mber from the welfare institute responsible for Lele's care, before taking the elevator down to the first floor.
When he stepped out of the elevator, he found Wang Chuan also waiting in the lobby.
"Director, are you waiting for ?"
Wang Chuan smiled. "Who else would I be waiting for?"
"Feifan, what do you want to do most right now?"
"First, have a good al, then go to bed and sleep!" Yan Feifan said honestly.
Wang Chuan pulled out his car keys and dangled them. "Co on. I'll take you out for a good al..."
Yan Feifan got into Wang Chuan's luxury rcedes-Benz. After a ten or twenty-minute drive, they stopped at a roadside parking lot.
He got out of the car and rubbed his face to wake himself up a bit, then followed Wang Chuan straight into a small courtyard.
The mont he stepped inside, Yan Feifan's spirits lifted.
Under the soft lighting, he saw that the courtyard wasn't large, but it was arranged with a certain elegant tranquility.
Black and white pebbles covered the ground, leaving only patches of earth in the four corners where several clumps of green bamboo were planted, along with two hibiscus plants and an interestingly shaped rock.
Following the unhesitating Wang Chuan, Yan Feifan entered the three-story building before them and saw a tall woman in a cheongsam approaching to greet them.
The woman was at least 172 centiters tall, her hair done up in a long, oval bun.
Her phoenix eyes were long and narrow, her eyebrows curved slightly with her broad smile, lending them a hint of natural flirtatious charm.
Combined with the swaying grace of her walk, Yan Feifan had to admit to himself that this woman, who looked to be around thirty, was utterly captivating.
"Mr. Wang, you're here. The usual?"
Hearing the woman greet him so familiarly, Yan Feifan couldn't help but size her up again.
'She's well-endowed, with long legs, and her ticulously made-up face is quite beautiful as well.'
"The usual, two orders!"
Wang Chuan gave a simple reply and, without introducing Yan Feifan, headed directly up the stairs and into a room on the left side of the second floor.
Following him inside, Yan Feifan found that the room wasn't large, only about ten square ters. It was decorated mainly in shades of orange, giving it a rather cozy feel.
In the middle of the room was not a dining table, but a low rosewood table.
On either side of the table were cushions woven from fine grass.
Yan Feifan copied Wang Chuan, sitting cross-legged on the opposite side of the table.
"This is a private kitchen. The food is quite good. I co here often."
Wang Chuan offered an explanation, then added with satisfaction, "Feifan, you did a great job with this surgery, perfectly executing the plan you laid out."
"Consider this al your reward."
"Thank you, Director."
Yan Feifan expressed his thanks, then said with a serious expression, "Director, don't worry. I won't say a word."
Wang Chuan was slightly taken aback, then he pointed a finger at Yan Feifan and chided, "What kind of nonsense are you thinking? I'm just here to eat."
He added, "The owner was once a patient of mine."
Yan Feifan let out a soft "oh" of dawning understanding.
A short while later, the beautiful woman in the cheongsam brought over a pot of black tea, followed by two identical, exquisitely presented, bite-sized als.
Bite-sized, because the portion of each dish was not large.
The braised pork belly, cut into two-centiter cubes, consisted of just four pieces arranged on a small plate.
There was also a single stead "lion's head" atball the size of a child's fist.
A piece of so unknown pan-fried fish, about half the size of a palm.
There were two vegetable dishes: shiitake mushrooms with bok choy hearts and stir-fried water spinach.
There was also a small crock of black-boned chicken soup.
The rice was a small bowl of wild rice that resembled iron nails in shape and color.
Aside from the rice, which seed rather high-class to Yan Feifan, the other dishes, despite their exquisite presentation, felt very ho-style.
Having thought he was in for a feast, Yan Feifan felt a little disappointed as he picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth...
The mont he bit down, Yan Feifan's eyes widened.
The at was soft, sticky, sweet, savory, and fragrant—its flavor profile was incredibly rich, on a completely different level from the braised pork he was used to.
Seeing the surprise on Yan Feifan's face, Wang Chuan chuckled. "It's pretty good, isn't it?"
"Turning ho-style cooking into a rare delicacy—now that's real skill."
Yan Feifan swallowed the piece of pork, its flavor lingering on his palate, and asked, "Director, is the price just as stunning?"
Wang Chuan said casually, "It's acceptable. This portion is just six hundred eighty-eight."
Six hundred eighty-eight? And 'just'?
Yan Feifan shook his head and sighed. "Director, my lunch money at the hospital for a whole month is only about six or seven hundred."
"You're a real tycoon."
Wang Chuan laughed softly. "No need to be envious. With your skills, you'll be able to live like this in a year or two."
"By then, just do a costic procedure for a couple of celebrities, and that'll be enough for you to eat here every day."
Yan Feifan imagined it, his eyes shining. "Performing one or two plastic surgeries a month would be a great change of pace and a way to earn a lot of money. That does sound pretty good."
This answer left Wang Chuan a little disappointed.
However, he quickly let it go and said, "Feifan, I have quite a few other culinary hotspots in Binhai."
"As long as you perform well enough, I'll take you to them..."
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