Overpowered Resident Doctor

The next morning, Yan Feifan arrived at the hospital’s plastic surgery center and met with Director Wang Chuan, who had been seriously distracted lately.

"Um, Feifan, I finally managed to find some time last night to talk with Ouyang Yanran about Zhiyin Medical Beauty Hospital."

Wang Chuan said with an embarrassed look, "Yanran said that Dr. Tan already told her in no uncertain terms that the hospital has been sold to someone else."

"Feifan, if I’d settled this with Yanran sooner, she would have given it her all to make it happen. We might have actually acquired Zhiyin Hospital."

"This time, it’s my fault. I delayed the matter."

Yan Feifan said nonchalantly, "It’s alright, Director. I was already a bit hesitant about investing in a cosmetic medical institution anyway."

"This way, I don’t have to worry about it."

He then changed the subject, asking, "Director, how is Jio Xin?"

Wang Chuan chuckled. "She’s recovering quite well. Her drainage tubes have been removed. Dr. Qiu says she can be discharged next week to recover at home."

"She’s finally made it through the ordeal."

Yan Feifan murmured an "oh," and then listened as Wang Chuan asked grimly, "Feifan, have you made up your mind? You’re not going to use any artificial fillers to reconstruct the nose of that little girl with amnesia?"

Yan Feifan nodded. "I’ve decided, Director. It’s going to be difficult, but I want to take on the challenge."

Generally speaking, for patients with missing noses, reconstruction surgery usually involves artificial fillers.

This can be done by injection molding from a pre-made cast, having a plastic surgeon carve one by hand, or 3D-printing a nose from biomaterials, which is then covered by a graft of real skin.

A nose reconstructed this way is aesthetically pleasing, and the surgery is not particularly difficult.

But An’an is only five or six years old.

A nose reconstructed using such artificial fillers would require revision surgery every three to four years to accommodate her body’s growth, continuing until An’an reaches adulthood and her body and facial features stop developing.

Moreover, this kind of cosmetic, reconstructed nose requires numerous precautions in daily life.

Actions such as pulling on her nose or sleeping on her stomach would be forbidden.

The surgical plan Yan Feifan had chosen, however, was to reconstruct a nose for An’an using her own cartilage and muscle.

A nose created through this method could grow along with An’an’s body.

After a few years, this reconstructed nose would be virtually indistinguishable from a natural one.

The difficulty of this plan, of course, was the complexity of the surgery itself.

That was why Yan Feifan estimated this single operation would take six hours.

Yan Feifan said with a confident expression, "Director, I’m aiming to get it perfect on the first try."

"Even if today’s surgical results don’t meet our expectations, we can just perform a revision surgery in a year or two."

He chuckled. "An’an is a cute little girl. We can’t deprive her of the joy of having someone playfully tweak her nose."

Wang Chuan smiled in admiration, his heart filled with emotion. "A kind heart and a spirit that seeks progress without fearing hardship. I wasn’t wrong to put my faith in you."

"Feifan, you are certain to become one of the great physicians of this generation."

Yan Feifan grinned, not bothering with modesty. "I’ll take that as a blessing, Director."

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

Yan Feifan got up to open the office door and was surprised to find Pan Lirong and his son standing outside.

A wheelchair was parked to the side.

Pan Lirong explained, "Dr. Yan, I’m being discharged today."

"I heard you have another surgery in a little while, so I came over specifically to say goodbye."

Pan Lirong clasped his hands in a fist-and-palm salute toward Yan Feifan and said with a solemn expression, "Dr. Yan, words can’t express my gratitude. In the future, if there is ever anything you need my help with, feel free to call me anytime."

With that, he handed over a card with a handwritten phone number on it...

After watching Pan Lirong being pushed away in his wheelchair by his son, Yan Feifan turned, walked back into the office, and tore the card in his hand in half.

Wang Chuan quickly tried to stop him. "Hey, don’t tear it! That’s his personal number. It might be useful someday."

Yan Feifan said nonchalantly, "I’ve already memorized it."

Wang Chuan’s mouth twitched. "I momentarily forgot you have a photographic memory."

Just then, there was another knock on the door.

This time, Yu Suye and Nurse Ye Lin pushed the door open and entered. Ye Lin was leading An’an, who now had her hair cut short.

Behind the three of them, a cameraman was filming with a camera on his shoulder.

Right after them, Xiao Man and another person holding a boom microphone also entered the office.

Seeing this, Yan Feifan remembered that Xiao Man was still documenting the plastic surgery treatments of Wang Dongdong and An’an.

He immediately straightened his clothes and pulled himself together...

Ye Lin explained, "Dr. Yan, An’an wanted to give you the picture she drew herself."

As she spoke, she gave An’an a gentle nudge forward.

An’an walked over timidly, holding the drawing in both hands...

Yan Feifan bent down and took an A4-sized crayon drawing from the somewhat shy An’an.

He noticed that compared to the previous night, this version of the drawing now included large trees, white clouds, and even a little girl holding hands with the "stick-figure doctor."

"An’an, thank you for the drawing. I like it very much."

Yan Feifan crouched down and said encouragingly, "The surgery will be in about an hour. You have to be brave, okay?"

Little An’an nodded her small head and said, a little nervously, "Doctor, I’ll be brave. I’m not afraid of it hurting..."

After Yu Suye and Ye Lin led An’an away, and the cameraman and the boom operator had also left, Xiao Man stayed behind.

"Feifan, we still need to film a few scenes of you all discussing the surgical plan together. It will enrich the documentary’s content."

Yan Feifan looked troubled. "Mrs. Man, I came up with this surgical plan all by myself. There was no discussion."

Wang Chuan interjected, "Feifan, it’s just a formality, like acting in a movie. Don’t be so rigid about it."

He looked at Xiao Man and said with a smile, "After the surgery is over today, we’ll get together and pretend to have a discussion. You can film whatever you need then."

Xiao Man smiled. "Thank you for your enthusiastic cooperation, Director."

She then explained to Yan Feifan, "With a lot of filming, as long as the results and the overall process are true to life, you don’t have to be so strict about the minor details. A little embellishment is acceptable."

Xiao Man then changed the subject. "Feifan, we also need to film a key scene: the moment Wang Dongdong’s facial bandages are removed."

"That moment has to deliver a surprising visual impact for the audience, letting them see a completely new Wang Dongdong—the ugly duckling transformed into a beautiful swan."

Yan Feifan frowned. "It won’t be a surprise for the audience, it’ll be a scare, won’t it?"

"In another two or three days, the bandages on Wang Dongdong’s face can be taken off, but it will still be covered in wounds. It’ll look quite frightening."

Wang Chuan just shook his head and reminded him, "Feifan, that scene can be filmed a few days later, you know."

"All Reporter Xiao wants is an artistic shot that has a strong contrasting effect. Filming it a few days later is not a problem."

Xiao Man said with a straight face, "Feifan, art originates from life but must be elevated above it. That requires a bit of processing and creativity."

"Mrs. Man, aren’t you filming a documentary-style special report?" Yan Feifan asked, confused.

His question earned a powerful response in the form of Xiao Man rolling her eyes.

"Feifan, just tell me how many days we need to wait to film this scene so that the audience will be genuinely surprised by Wang Dongdong’s transformation, without it causing any suspicion."

Yan Feifan thought for a moment. "Next Friday..."

Not long after Xiao Man left, Yan Feifan and Wang Chuan also began preparing for An’an’s surgery...