Chapter 484 - 483: Looking Toward the Money

Chapter 484: Chapter 483: Looking Toward the Money

"I remember this patient..."

Dr. Qiu Ge glanced at the patient’s medical records on his phone and couldn’t help but chuckle. "I had a consultation for him a few weeks ago."

"He’s an actor with a very distinctive look. His facial features are all scrunched together, like they’ve been photoshopped. It’s quite comical to see."

"Ah..."

Suddenly, Qiu Ge exclaimed in surprise, "Using your puncture and injection technique to ablate the blood clot... why didn’t I think of that before?"

"A mistake! A huge mistake!"

Yan Feifan chuckled softly. "I didn’t think of it myself, either. It was only when someone else approached me that I realized it was possible."

"But for this particular patient, I still haven’t figured out a puncture plan that avoids brain damage..."

After that, they both stopped eating and launched into a heated discussion about viable puncture routes.

However, after more than half an hour, they still hadn’t inspired a better surgical plan in each other.

"Mr. Yan, I personally think the plan you designed, which involves puncturing along the left auditory nerve, is already the best option."

"There would be auditory damage, but compared to aphasia, it’s more acceptable."

"Oh, it’s almost one! I have another consultation..."

Qiu Ge began to shovel food into his mouth, mumbling, "Let’s discuss it again tonight."

"As for borrowing the equipment, no problem. Just give me a time, and I’ll have them free it up..."

Yan Feifan said thoughtfully, "Let’s make it tomorrow evening, then. I have a lot to do tonight."

"We can postpone the discussion on this puncture plan until tomorrow night, too..."

After hastily finishing his lunch, Yan Feifan hurried back to Qin Ying’s medical research and teaching office.

Given Yan Feifan’s learning efficiency, after several months of study, even with all her years of accumulated experience, Dr. Qin Ying had little left to teach him.

This was especially true after Yan Feifan achieved a breakthrough in his surgical techniques.

Yan Feifan’s biggest weakness now was his lack of experience.

So, Mr. Qin would present distinctive or rare surgeries she had performed in the past as case studies for Yan Feifan to analyze and simulate.

In addition, Yan Feifan needed more practice to break through the bottleneck of infant replantation surgery.

At the same time, Yan Feifan’s role in the research office was gradually changing.

He was now more like a teaching assistant, helping Mr. Qin guide Yu Suye and the new male junior who had recently joined.

Dr. Qin Ying had handed over tasks like live surgical demonstrations and skill coaching to Yan Feifan...

「After six in the evening」

After clocking out, Yan Feifan first had a simple dinner at the hospital cafeteria before rushing to the plastic surgery center.

In an examination room, he performed a basic check-up on Xia Min, Mrs. Yu’s niece.

After being cured of Cushing’s disease through surgery, Xia Min’s body had recovered significantly, especially her weight and figure.

Although she still looked a bit full-figured, her weight was now evenly and naturally distributed. It was no longer the uncomfortable, imbalanced look of a large torso with slender limbs.

As for Xia Min’s facial appearance, Yan Feifan could only conclude that it was purely a case of Xia Min and Dr. Chen Yu having expectations that were too high.

Having lost a good deal of weight, Xia Min did look a little better, but it was just an improvement from a 60 to a 65 out of 100.

This degree of improvement must have been a disappointment to her and her family.

After all, Yan Feifan had seen a few old photos of Xia Min from her youth, and she had indeed been fresh-faced and lovely.

’It’s just that growing out of one’s looks is a very common thing.’

This was particularly true for Xia Min, as her development during late puberty had been negatively affected by her illness.

"Xia Min, strictly speaking, you’re still in your body’s recovery period. You’ll continue to become more slender and attractive."

Yan Feifan suggested, "How about this? Let’s wait another three to five months for your figure, appearance, and everything else to stabilize."

"If you’re still thinking about getting plastic surgery then, and your family doesn’t object, we can talk about it. How does that sound?"

Xia Min hesitated, then asked, a little embarrassed, "Mr. Yan, is it true that I’m unlikely to become pretty just by recovering naturally?"

"Is that right?"

Yan Feifan answered vaguely, "’Pretty’ is a very subjective concept. It all depends on how you measure it."

"In another three to five months, you will definitely look better than you do now. There’s no doubt about that."

Xia Min couldn’t hide her disappointment. "I understand, Mr. Yan."

"Then... I’ll see you in three to five months..."

After seeing Xia Min out, Yan Feifan went to the empty director’s office, flopped down on the sofa in the reception area, and continued to optimize the surgical plans for the two intraspinal tumor puncture and injection procedures scheduled for the next day.

At eleven o’clock tonight, the celebrity with the toe deformity, Mao Yanan, was scheduled to come to the plastic surgery center for a further examination.

Yan Feifan needed to wait for her.

「After nine-thirty at night」

Yan Feifan heard the door open and saw Director Wang Chuan walk in.

"Director, you don’t have to wait around with me. It’s just a routine check-up. I can handle it."

Yan Feifan sighed again. "If it weren’t for the need to show how important she is, this check-up could have just been given to a nurse."

"And I wouldn’t have to be here waiting, either."

Wang Chuan chuckled. "She paid a million, far more than an ordinary person, so naturally she gets to enjoy the corresponding premium service."

"Actually, when you think about it, it’s pretty good. If you break it down, our appearance fees aren’t low either—several tens of thousands per hour."

Yan Feifan couldn’t help but laugh. "Compared to celebrities, we’re still cheap."

"I’ve heard that those celebrities can make hundreds of thousands, even millions, just by singing a song or showing up at a commercial event."

Wang Chuan poured himself a glass of water and chugged half of it in one go.

"Feifan, don’t be ungrateful."

"Compared to the doctors in other departments, our income is enough to make them burn with envy and jealousy."

"If the details of your income were made public, you little rascal, I bet a lot of people would get ideas about kidnapping you."

Yan Feifan said with some pride, "You get what you pay for, and my skills are worth the price. I didn’t steal or rob anyone—I earned it all with real ability."

Wang Chuan drained the rest of his water in another gulp and sat down across from Yan Feifan.

"Feifan, let’s talk about something serious."

Wang Chuan said with a solemn expression, "Your total income last month, just from what the plastic surgery center paid you, was over three million."

"I just heard a reliable rumor..."

Wang Chuan jabbed a finger upwards. "A few of the hospital leaders have some strong opinions about it."

"Apparently, this has been reported up to Binhai University and the Health Commission, and one of the leaders even made a statement."

"They said that as a public hospital, we can’t be money-grubbing."

Yan Feifan’s expression darkened. "I earn a lot, but I earn even more for the hospital."

"Do they not see that?"

Wang Chuan said sarcastically, "Some people are just green with envy seeing how much money you made. They choose to ignore everything else."

Yan Feifan asked worriedly, "They aren’t going to come up with some bullshit regulation to limit my income, are they?"

Wang Chuan said slowly, "With Mr. Liu holding the line, they probably won’t issue a regulation that specifically targets you."

"But, it’s hard to say."

"Some people are useless at getting things done, but they’re masters at causing trouble."

Yan Feifan said fiercely, "I’d like to see anyone dare to cut off my livelihood."

"Damn it, I’m no pushover. I’ll make sure they regret it."

Seeing Yan Feifan’s puffed-up, angry look, Wang Chuan couldn’t help but laugh. "You really are a protective little money-grubber..."

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