Chapter 465: Chapter 464: A Pleasant Surprise

Wednesday, another new day.

The weather wasn’t great. A thunderstorm was raging, unleashing a torrential downpour.

However, Yan Feifan now had a dedicated driver, so the bad weather was hardly an inconvenience for him.

He and Yu Suye rode to the Affiliated Hospital together, where they went their separate ways to begin their work.

First, Yan Feifan performed two puncture and injection procedures for intraspinal tumors. Afterward, he hurried to the plastic surgery center to check on Yuanyuan’s postoperative condition.

Yuanyuan was now in the plastic surgery center’s only ICU room, where she was under close observation and care.

Yan Feifan gave the still-comatose Yuanyuan a thorough examination. He saw no abnormal changes in her transplanted left calf, left hand, left ear, or the left side of her face. After confirming that all her vital signs were within acceptable limits, he left the ICU.

He stripped off his sterile scrubs, stuffed them into the disposal bin by the ICU door, and looked up to see Chan Weiwei approaching.

"Mr. Yan, I didn’t see you at the postoperative press conference yesterday. I only found out later, when I asked around, that you had fainted."

Chan Weiwei asked with a concerned expression, "Are you alright?"

Yan Feifan looked a little embarrassed. "Thank you for your concern. I just fainted from exhaustion."

"I got a couple of hours of sleep last night and felt fine afterward."

He changed the subject. "By the way, how did your talk with Ding Xuan go?"

Chan Weiwei tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and smiled. "It went quite smoothly."

"Her agent is coming to Su City the day after tomorrow for a face-to-face meeting with Mr. Deng."

"Barring any surprises, they should sign the contract by the end of the month."

Chan Weiwei’s gaze shifted to Yuanyuan inside the room. "Yuanyuan will be in there for a while, won’t she?"

Yan Feifan nodded. "At least a week. With so many transplants, the biggest risks are infection and rejection."

"She’ll need round-the-clock observation during this period."

Chan Weiwei nodded. "Mr. Yan, we had a consulting firm run a preliminary analysis on the data from the last few days."

"At least eleven million people have been following the twins’ surgery, either directly or indirectly, through new media channels like short videos and live streams from various content creators."

"If we factor in traditional media like television news and newspapers, the total audience reach should easily exceed one hundred million people."

Yan Feifan had little interest in these numbers.

He offered a few simple words of agreement before heading to a nearby sterile room to check on Tang Zheng’s recovery.

Tang Zheng had extensive corrosive injuries on his right cheek and neck, and had also undergone a nerve-separation procedure on his left cheek. He too was in a medically induced coma.

The skin grafts, which had been stretched on his thigh and abdomen using subcutaneous tissue expanders, were not yet large enough to cover the entire injured area.

For now, Tang Zheng’s wounds were covered with a spray-on artificial skin coating. This temporarily supplied moisture and oxygen to the exposed muscle and tissue that had lost their natural skin protection.

Infection was also the greatest risk in his case.

For now, Tang Zheng had to be kept in a sterile room to minimize the risk of infection as much as possible...

The thunderstorm that had raged in the morning continued for over an hour before easing into a moderate rain, which eventually tapered off into a light drizzle.

By noon, the sky had cleared.

Under the scorching sun, the temperature rose quickly. Combined with the humidity left over from the rain, it made for a very uncomfortable atmosphere.

After lunch, in an examination room at the plastic surgery center, Yan Feifan met again with Cui Bo, the rebellious young bartender.

This time, he was accompanied by Director He Pengfei.

Compared to his last visit, the young man was dressed more formally. The baggy shorts and flip-flops were gone, replaced by a crisp, plain shirt, light-colored capri pants, and sneakers.

Moreover, he no longer smelled of smoke and alcohol.

"Mr. Yan," Cui Bo said as soon as he entered the room, "I’ve been following the news about the surgery on those twins."

"I saw that the doctor explaining the facial transplant surgery to the media was someone named Wang Chuan."

"But I also saw people online saying you were the one who performed the facial transplant."

"So, Mr. Yan, was it you?"

Yan Feifan chuckled and retorted, "Shouldn’t your main concern be whether or not I can fix your injured hand?"

Cui Bo said earnestly, "If you can pull off a surgery as difficult as a facial transplant, then fixing my hand should be no problem for you."

"So come on, Mr. Yan, just tell me. Was it you?"

He added, "Don’t try to take credit if it wasn’t you. I’ll be checking."

Before the words were even out of his mouth, he got a swift kick on the butt from Mr. He.

"Cui Bo, is that any way to speak to Mr. Yan?"

Yan Feifan just smiled. "Cui Bo, I can tell you that yes, I was the lead surgeon for the little girl’s left-face transplant."

"Feel free to check."

After a two-second pause, Yan Feifan continued, "Now, let’s talk about the restorative surgery for your right hand."

"Your previous check-up confirmed my theory. The numbness in your index and pinky fingers is caused by poor blood circulation."

"That part is easy to fix."

"The main challenge will be dealing with the bones that have already healed improperly, the adhered tendons, and the untreated joint damage."

"I will need to re-break the bones in your finger that have already fused, reshape them, and then set them again..."

Noticing that Cui Bo’s face had turned pale, Yan Feifan put it succinctly. "In short, I’ll need to re-do the entire initial treatment for your injury."

"Which means you’ll have to go through all that pain again."

Yan Feifan looked at Cui Bo, whose face was now drained of color. ’He’s scared,’ he thought.

Yan Feifan said sympathetically, "Cui Bo, you can go home and think about it. You don’t have to make a decision right now."

Cui Bo raised his right hand, which couldn’t close or straighten, and turned it over and over before his eyes.

"Mr. Yan, will I still be able to bartend after the surgery?"

Yan Feifan considered this for a moment. "A major surgery on your right hand, especially a second one, will inevitably cause some irreversible damage to its motor functions."

"Everyday tasks like holding a bowl, using chopsticks, pouring tea, using your phone, or writing should be fine."

"But fine motor tasks, like threading a needle, and heavy labor will probably be out of the question."

"As for whether you’ll still be able to bartend... I can’t say for certain."

Cui Bo hesitated for a moment. "As long as I can hold a bowl, pour tea, and eat like a normal person, then handling bottles and shakers shouldn’t be a problem."

"As for the feel of it, or controlling the pour..."

Cui Bo held up his left hand. "My left hand is uninjured. I can train my left hand."

He looked at Yan Feifan and nodded firmly. "Mr. Yan, I want to do the surgery."

"I need a right hand that’s healthy enough to let me work and support myself."

Since he had made up his mind, Yan Feifan made a decision. "Alright. I’ll schedule your surgery for this Saturday."

"Come to the hospital on Friday afternoon to handle the admission paperwork and do the preoperative examinations..."

After Yan Feifan finished explaining the preoperative preparations, Mr. He clapped Cui Bo’s shoulder. "The surgery’s scheduled," he said. "Make sure you get everything ready in the next two days."

"You can head back now. I have something to discuss with Mr. Yan..."

After Cui Bo left, Mr. He lowered his voice. "Mr. Yan, about that matter you mentioned the other day... it involves some powerful people providing cover."

"Officers from the branch and municipal bureaus are working together on the investigation now. We should have a breakthrough soon."

He then added a reminder, "Mr. Yan, when your uncle gets back to Binhai, have him stop by my station to file a supplementary report."

"Perhaps after we’ve wrapped up the case, we’ll be able to recover some of the losses your uncle suffered..."

This was a welcome surprise. Yan Feifan quickly agreed.

According to the plan, his uncle was coming back this weekend.

Sometime after three in the afternoon, the first brain tumor patient from Yan Feifan’s collaboration with the PLA General Hospital was transferred to the Affiliated Hospital...

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