Yan Feifan rushed to the Affiliated Hospital's plastic surgery center to find Luo Wei, her parents, and Mrs. Xv already there.
He peeled back the dical tape on Luo Wei's left cheek, revealing a gash nearly six centiters long.
Fresh blood was still slowly seeping from it.
Just then, Mr. Luo said, his face full of regret, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have doubted your skills, Mr. Yan."
"Please, just do what you think is best. We'll accept whatever the outco may be..."
Yan Feifan ignored him. If it weren't for his professional courtesy toward Mrs. Xv, he wouldn't have taken this surgery.
He turned to the on-duty nurse standing nearby and asked, "Have all the surgical consent forms been signed?"
The on-duty nurse nodded. "All the forms have been signed."
These forms were the culmination of the plastic surgery center's many years of lessons learned from experience.
While they couldn't prevent all dical disputes, they were quite effective in court.
The on-duty nurse then added, "Mr. Yan, I just spoke with the Director. He said that for surgeries where you're the lead surgeon, the fee will be billed at the associate chief physician's rate."
Yan Feifan wasn't entirely clear on what that billing rate entailed, but he couldn't very well ask for details in front of the patient and her family.
But since it was benchmarked against an associate chief physician, it was probably quite high.
Yan Feifan feigned a look of understanding and gave a soft "Mm," then instructed, "I understand. Let's begin preparing for surgery..."
「Over half an hour later」
Yan Feifan, now fully prepped, entered the operating room and was surprised to find Luo Wei still awake.
The young anesthesiologist on duty tonight explained, "Mr. Yan, the patient insisted on saying a few words to you."
Yan Feifan looked down, eting Luo Wei's gaze.
He heard her say apologetically, "Mr. Yan, I'm so sorry. Because of my impulsiveness, you had to rush over here in the middle of the night."
"What my parents don't know is that I've always been insecure about my appearance, but you, Mr. Yan, you've given hope for a tamorphosis."
Luo Wei paused, then said earnestly, "Mr. Yan, my dad really does love ."
"He's just overly worried, so please, Mr. Yan..."
Yan Feifan cut her off, his tone indifferent. "Regardless of the situation, I give every patient I take on my absolute best."
"So, you don't need to worry about my professional ethics."
At a signal from his eyes, the anesthesiologist placed a mask over the mouth and nose of Luo Wei, who still wanted to speak, and released the anesthetic gas...
This surgery only involved the patient's facial skin and muscles, so deep anesthesia wasn't required.
After Luo Wei was asleep, the anesthesiologist administered several more injections of local anesthetic to her face.
After getting the go-ahead from the anesthesiologist, Yan Feifan began the procedure...
Luo Wei's costic surgery primarily involved altering the direction or tension of certain subcutaneous facial muscles. This would lift or lower the corners of her eyes and mouth and improve her facial contours.
This required the lead surgeon to have an incredibly precise understanding of the patient's facial musculature.
Otherwise, a single cut off by a hair's breadth could lead to a disastrous result.
However, achieving such precise knowledge was not easy.
The number of muscle fibers and fascicles under the skin of every person's face is the sa.
But due to genetics, later developnt, and other factors, everyone's skull shape is different, and their facial features are unique.
This ans the specific position and orientation of the subcutaneous muscle fascicles differ slightly from person to person.
Even Wang Chuan, hailed as the number one plastic surgeon in Binhai, wouldn't dare claim to have such precise knowledge.
But for Yan Feifan, this was just a fundantal skill.
He first closed the wound on Luo Wei's face with intradermal sutures, then used his hands to feel and press every inch of her face.
Only after familiarizing himself with her facial structure for over an hour and confirming everything did Yan Feifan pick up his surgical instrunts again to truly begin the operation.
Before he did, the anesthesiologist had to apply so more anesthetic to Luo Wei's face...
Once Yan Feifan began operating, the speed of his incisions was markedly different from the ticulous, delicate work of other plastic surgeons.
He used a long, thin scalpel for subcutaneous micro-surgery, piercing beneath the skin. A slice here, a cut there—his movents were swift, almost appearing casual...
After adjusting the muscle fascicles, Yan Feifan also tightened the skin in several areas on Luo Wei's face.
Finally, he didn't forget the original reason Luo Wei had co in and perford a double eyelid surgery...
「The surgery ended at nearly 3:00 AM.」
Yan Feifan briefly explained the surgery's status and post-operative care instructions to Luo Wei's parents and Mrs. Xv, who were waiting outside the operating room, and then prepared to go ho and rest.
However, as he reached the first-floor lobby of the plastic surgery center, he ran right into a hurrying Wang Chuan.
"Director, the surgery went very smoothly. You didn't need to rush over, did you?"
Yan Feifan felt a pang of hurt, as if he wasn't trusted.
"You brat, what are you thinking?"
Wang Chuan chided him before explaining, "There was an accident during the filming of a TV drama. The male lead injured his face."
"They're on their way here now, and they've asked to perform the surgery."
'So that's the reason.'
Yan Feifan felt relieved. He then heard Wang Chuan imdiately ask, "Can you still perform another surgery?"
Yan Feifan assessed his own ntal and physical state and said, full of fighting spirit, "No problem. I can go another round."
Wang Chuan chuckled. "Good."
"They said that besides the male lead, two extras also suffered facial injuries and need plastic surgery."
"The center only has one attending physician and a few residents on duty at night. You and the attending can each take one..."
「A dozen or so minutes later」
A rcedes luxury minivan and a BMW SUV entered the Affiliated Hospital through the south gate.
The two vehicles arrived at the plastic surgery center, not far from the south gate.
The minivan made a sharp turn into the building's underground parking garage, eventually stopping in front of a private elevator.
The van door and the elevator door opened at almost the sa ti.
Then, a man with his head wrapped in a piece of clothing was escorted out of the vehicle by several people and into the elevator...
As for the BMW SUV, it pulled right up to the entrance of the plastic surgery center's first-floor lobby.
A man and two won got out of the car. One of the won, who had long legs, also had her head wrapped in a jacket.
Just then, a nurse ca out pushing a gurney.
The uninjured man and woman then helped another woman out of the BMW. Her face was wrapped in nurous bandages, and she appeared to be unconscious.
The group of three, along with the nurse, pushed the gurney into the plastic surgery center.
The woman with her head wrapped in clothing pleaded tearfully, "Mr. Gao, we're students from the film academy. If our faces are ruined, our futures are ruined."
"Please, have Mr. Wang do our surgery. We can wait."
The woman they called Mr. Gao stopped, saying with so impatience, "Qin Yue, I'll be blunt."
"Having Mr. Wang operate isn't cheap. There's a base price. A single surgery costs at least a hundred thousand."
"You and Zhao Xiaoting are just extras on the film crew. There's no way the production will cover a dical bill of over a hundred thousand for you."
Qin Yue gritted her teeth. "Mr. Gao, I'll pay for it myself."
"If my face is ruined, my life is over."
Mr. Gao tried to persuade her, "Qin Yue, look it up. This plastic surgery center is very famous. It's one of the best in the country."
"The plastic surgeons at this center are all highly skilled."
"Your facial injury is much less severe than Zhao Xiaoting's, who fainted from the sight of blood. Why not let a doctor here treat you first?"
"If you're not satisfied with the results, it won't be too late to consult an expert then."
As they spoke, the group had already reached the second floor and entered an examination room.
A few on-duty nurses ca over and began to perform pre-operative checks on Qin Yue and the unconscious Zhao Xiaoting on the gurney.
Mr. Gao also took a stack of surgical forms from a nurse and reminded Qin Yue while looking them over, "Qin Yue, you need to understand sothing. Even if you wait, Mr. Wang might not agree to operate on you."
"Your surgery is so minor, and you have no fa to speak of. Mr. Wang is a top expert in the field of plastic surgery."
Mr. Gao then added a scare tactic, "And let remind you, the longer you wait, the greater the chance the wound will leave a scar..."
Qin Yue's breathing imdiately beca ragged.
After a mont of silence, she asked the young nurse with two small dimples beside her, "Which two doctors has the center assigned to operate on us?"
The dimpled nurse replied softly, "Resident Physician Yan Feifan, and Attending Physician Fo Yonghui..."
Qin Yue questioned, dissatisfied, "A resident and an attending? Doesn't a big plastic surgery center like this have any chief physicians?"
The dimpled nurse reminded her, "It's 3:30 in the morning. The chief physicians are all at ho sleeping."
Qin Yue wavered for a mont, then asked, "Between those two doctors, who is more skilled?"
"They're both excellent!" the dimpled nurse said vaguely.
Seeing that she couldn't get a straight answer from the nurse, Qin Yue analyzed the situation herself and decided, "I'll have..."
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