Chapter 37: Cosmetic Surgery Appraiser

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Cosmetic Surgery Appraiser

It was nearly eleven o’clock at night when Yan Feifan returned to the Xingfu Garden District.

He quietly opened the front door and found the TV still on.

Yan Feifan saw his sister in her pajamas, draped in a blanket and sitting cross-legged on the living room sofa. She was dozing off, her head bobbing up and down.

He quietly changed his shoes and went to turn off the TV. Just then, he heard his sister’s groggy voice from behind him.

"Feifan, you’re back? What time is it?"

"Eleven o’clock."

Yan Feifan replied, then urged, "You’re so tired. Go to your room and sleep."

"I’ve told you before, you don’t have to wait up for me..."

Before he could finish, his sister cried out, "Ow, ow! It’s asleep, it’s asleep! My leg... my leg..."

Yan Feifan quickly steadied his sister, who was swaying back and forth on the sofa like a roly-poly toy, and sat down beside her.

Then, Yan Feifan straightened out his sister’s leg, resting it on his own lap and began to massage it.

"Sis, if you were going to wait up, why didn’t you just lie down on the sofa and get comfortable?"p>

Yan Ziruo pouted, saying in a wheedling tone, "I was afraid I’d fall right asleep if I lay down."

"Since you said you were coming home tonight, I had to see you walk through that door with my own eyes before I could relax."

"Feifan, I’m a good sister to you, aren’t I?"

Yan Feifan snorted. "Sitting cross-legged didn’t stop you from dozing off just now!"

The price for his honesty was a smack on the head...

"So, where did that pretty nurse drop you off?"

"At the gate to the district."

Hearing this, Yan Ziruo grew anxious. "Feifan, she drove you all the way to the gate! Why didn’t you invite her in to sit for a bit, or at least have a glass of water?"

Yan Feifan rolled his eyes at his sister. "It’s so late, what’s there to sit around for? We’ve been busy all day and we both have to work tomorrow."

"The most important thing is for everyone to get home and rest."

He added with a serious expression, "After having Ye Lin drive me home, I think we seriously need to reconsider this whole car-buying issue."

"Sis, you should really return the car."

"Just the thought of riding in a car you’re driving terrifies me. I don’t feel safe at all."

Yan Ziruo snorted. "It’s already paid for. The car can’t be returned."

"If you’re so worried about my driving, then you should hurry up and get your own license so you can drive."

"I don’t mind if you’re a beginner."

Yan Feifan said with a frustrated look, "Where am I supposed to find the time to learn to drive right now?"

Yan Ziruo chuckled. "Well, then there’s nothing to be done about it."

"If you’re too scared to ride with me, you can always go back to taking the bus and subway. You’re used to it, after all."

Yan Feifan didn’t want to engage with his sister anymore. He placed her leg back on the sofa, stood up, and said, "I’m going to wash up and go to bed."

"Feifan, wait!"

Yan Ziruo quickly called out to her brother. "I have something important to tell you."

"That big-shot entertainment influencer, Hu Pingye, contacted me again tonight."

"He specifically apologized, saying he’d dragged the Affiliated Hospital’s plastic surgery center into things just to chase clicks and create a sensation, causing me unnecessary trouble."

Yan Ziruo waved her phone in front of her brother’s face, saying happily, "Little brother, see this?"

"It’s a ten-thousand-yuan transfer."

"Apologies are just empty words. But this ten thousand yuan apology has already been deposited right into my account."

Yan Feifan peered at it and saw that the ten thousand yuan WeChat transfer was, in fact, real.

He asked doubtfully, "Sis, that guy didn’t have any other demands? No tricks? He just sent over ten thousand yuan as an apology, clean and simple?"

Yan Ziruo nodded. "Just a clean and simple transfer of ten thousand. It took me by surprise for a good while, I have to admit."

After a pause, she chuckled mischievously. "Of course, he did have one... small request."

"What kind of request?" Yan Feifan asked warily.

Yan Ziruo tapped on her phone screen, showing Yan Feifan a photo of a rather attractive girl.

"Feifan, he wants you to take a look and see what plastic surgery procedures this girl has had done on her face."

Yan Feifan got angry at once.

"Yan Ziruo, haven’t you learned your lesson from last time?"

"You want to go through that again?"

Yan Ziruo glared at him. "What are you shouting about? I may not be as smart as you, but I graduated from a tier-one university, for goodness’ sake. I’m still smarter than most people."

"I’ve obviously thought through his request very carefully this time. I wouldn’t have even told you about it if I didn’t think it was safe."

With that, Yan Ziruo tapped her phone again and showed the screen to Yan Feifan.

This time, a video was playing on the phone.

The star of the video was the girl from the photo.

In the video, the girl waved. "Hi, mysterious expert! Hello!"

"Hu Pingye told me there’s an expert who can identify a person’s specific plastic surgery procedures just from a high-definition, no-makeup photo."

"To be honest, I don’t believe it."

The woman in the video pointed to her face. "I can tell you that I’ve had plastic surgery in five places on this face of mine."

"I can also tell you that I’ve been to three different cosmetic clinics and had their plastic surgery experts examine me using only their hands and eyes."

"And the result? One expert guessed one procedure correctly. The other two didn’t get a single one right."

"I use the word ’guessed’ for a reason. I got the distinct impression they were just taking wild guesses."

"Mysterious expert, if you can really name just two of them correctly, based only on my high-definition, no-makeup photo, I’ll admit defeat."

"I’ll admit that my own knowledge is shallow and that you are a true master. And I’ll offer up fifty thousand yuan as an apology."

The woman added, "Mysterious expert, you have six chances."

"You can name a total of six possible procedures on my face. As long as you correctly identify two of them, you win!"

Yan Feifan scoffed. "And what if I identify all of her procedures correctly, and she just stubbornly refuses to admit it? What can you do then?"

"They thought of that, too."

Yan Ziruo showed him a file. "This is an encrypted file they sent over," she explained.

"They said it contains the woman’s plastic surgery records."

"Once we send them our analysis, they’ll give us the password to open the file."

"We can compare it with the records ourselves and we’ll know if we’ve won or lost."

"Hu Pingye said that for a major influencer with millions of followers like him, if he tried to pull a fast one on this, all we’d have to do is leak the chat logs and his reputation would be ruined."

"It’s not worth it for a measly fifty thousand yuan."

After his sister finished, Yan Feifan said doubtfully, "They really have thought of everything. It’s quite meticulous."

’Why do I get the feeling their real goal is just to spend money to test my skills?’

Yan Ziruo grunted in agreement. "That’s what I think, too."

"But, Feifan, would it be bad for you if this talent of yours got out?"

"Feifan, this is a cool fifty thousand yuan we’re talking about!"

Yan Ziruo added enticingly, "Feifan, maybe this could be a new way to make money."

"You don’t have time for freelance surgeries, but it doesn’t take you long to tell if someone’s had work done."

"There are more and more ’man-made beauties’ out there these days. Working as a part-time plastic surgery authenticator could have a lot of potential."

Yan Feifan thought for a moment and realized his sister had a point.

"Fine, I’ll do it one more time."

He added a warning, "Sis, don’t you go spending this money recklessly. Save it up so we can get a place closer to the hospital."

"If we’re close to the hospital, we can bike to work. We’ll get exercise and save money."

Yan Ziruo stood up from the sofa and grinned. "I know, I know. I’ll save all the money for you so we can move."

"Living here, my commute is three hours every day. I’d much rather spend that time shopping or sleeping."

"Come on, hurry. Let’s go to your room..."

The siblings went to Yan Feifan’s bedroom and transferred the woman’s no-makeup photo from the phone to his laptop.

Yan Feifan studied the photo on his laptop screen, analyzing and comparing it for a few minutes before saying confidently, "Sis, she’s lying."

"She’s only had work done in four places..."