“Mr. Yan, a one hundred percent awakening success rate! Congratulations on creating yet another miracle!”

“But…” Tang Jun said, letting out a long, deliberately exaggerated sigh. “Once the special issue is published, we’ll definitely face an overwhelming wave of skepticism first. People will suspect us of committing fraud.

“They’ll definitely say, ‘A one hundred percent success rate? How is that even possible?'”

Yan Feifan chuckled softly. “Mr. Tang, we can’t deliberately lower the success rate just to make it more believable, can we? That would be actual fraud!”

Pausing for a moment, Yan Feifan added seriously, “We only had six trial patients. With such a small sample size, coupled with a bit of luck, a one hundred percent success rate is perfectly understandable!”

Tang Jun nodded and smiled again. “True gold fears no fire. Once one or two other medical institutions replicate our success, our infrasonic awakening method will spread like wildfire and be quickly accepted by the entire world.

“Mr. Yan, we plan to hold a press conference on Monday, the twenty-first of this month, and launch the special issue simultaneously.”

“Oh?” Yan Feifan asked. “Will there be enough time?”

“There will be, Mr. Yan!” Tang Jun said, his face brimming with excitement. “All of our editors have been working overtime. Everyone is fully dedicated to proofreading patient files and the massive amount of treatment records, as well as handling foreign language translations, layout, and cover design.

“We also have dedicated personnel coordinating the other aspects of the project.

“As long as the patients’ recovery data arrives on time, launching online and printing the physical copies on the twenty-first is entirely feasible.”

Yan Feifan nodded, watching as Tang Jun let out a cheeky chuckle.

“This is also a way to ride the coattails of the International Observation and Symposium for your heart transplant surgical method, Mr. Yan.

“I estimate that on that day, strictly because of your name, there should be quite a few doctors around the world tuning into the live broadcast of the press conference.”

Yan Feifan replied with a touch of self-deprecation, “Mr. Tang, if you held the press conference today, there’d be even more people paying attention to me.”

Tang Jun said in a deep voice, “Don’t take it to heart, Mr. Yan. It’s nothing but the incompetent clamor of a bunch of gloomy-minded individuals.

“The public’s eyes are sharp.

“Besides, with your medical skills and achievements, no amount of income you earn could ever be considered too high.”

He then added, his tone tinged with indignation, “Entertainers can casually appear on a variety show, sing a song, or act in a movie and rake in millions or even tens of millions, and many people think that’s perfectly normal.

“Why shouldn’t a doctor have a high income?

“The societal issues of everyday people finding it difficult and expensive to seek medical treatment aren’t caused by doctors, anyway.”

Yan Feifan waved his hand. “Mr. Tang, we shouldn’t concern ourselves with matters outside our positions. Let’s not talk about such things anymore.

“Let’s get back to business…”

For the rest of the time, the group discussed and exchanged ideas regarding the specific details of the special issue, the descriptions of certain professional issues, and the translation of medical terminology.

It was past nine o’clock in the evening when Yan Feifan returned to his residence at Zuimo Court. Only Yu Suye was home.

“Where are my sister and Aunt?”

“They went back to Phoenix Mountain Villa,” Yu Suye replied. “Your uncle is bringing that mother and son back to Binhai tomorrow, and your aunt doesn’t want to see them.”

After explaining the situation, she turned to him with concern and asked, “Feifan, do you want something to eat?”

Yan Feifan shook his head. “I had takeout for dinner with the others. We ate while we talked, and I unconsciously ended up eating quite a bit.

“Su Ye, go pick up my uncle from the airport tomorrow.”

Yu Suye hummed in agreement and smiled. “Your sister told me the exact same thing.”

At that moment, Yan Feifan’s phone rang. It was a call from Wang Chuan.

“Feifan, Yanyan’s mother is coming back from the United States next Monday. Let’s schedule Yanyan’s nerve division surgery for Tuesday and Wednesday.”

Yan Feifan nodded over the line. “Will Mrs. Zhong be staying for a long time during this trip back to the country?”

“Just about. She has to handle matters concerning the international hospital, but mostly, she’s here to accompany Yanyan for her surgery,” Wang Chuan explained. “During this period, she’ll probably take one or two short flights back to the United States to deal with some things.

“However, until Yanyan makes a full recovery, she’ll be spending most of her time domestically.”

Yan Feifan offered enthusiastically, “Chuan, you and Mrs. Zhong separated because of Yanyan’s injury. Now that Yanyan is on the verge of recovery, shouldn’t you two get back together?

“It’s rare for you to have such a long time to spend together. You need to put in more effort, Chuan.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a fit of coughing came from Wang Chuan on the other end of the line.

After a brief wait, Wang Chuan’s voice finally came through the phone.

“We didn’t separate back then just because of Yanyan. There were many other reasons.

“Right now, she and I are just good friends. It’s impossible for us to go back to how things used to be.”

Wang Chuan quickly changed the subject. “Feifan, the transfer of the catering company with Meng Jianjun has already been negotiated. We’re just waiting for Yanyan’s mother to return so we can formally sign the agreement.

“Her idea is for this small international hospital to focus on plastic surgery and penile reconstruction surgery, specifically providing high-end medical services for foreign clients.”

“High-end services?” Yan Feifan was slightly puzzled.

Wang Chuan chuckled. “By ‘high-end,’ she means charging even higher fees than the standard rates in the United States!”

“Will foreigners really come?” Yan Feifan asked curiously. “Don’t they usually come to our country for surgery to save money?”

“Those foreigners who seek you out for puncture and injection surgeries aren’t paying cheap prices at all, and they still can’t even get in line,” Wang Chuan replied. “As long as we can provide surgeries that no one else can perform and deliver surgical results that no one else can match, they will come.”

Hearing this, Yan Feifan quickly laid down some ground rules.

“Chuan, heading over to help out appropriately or occasionally doing a surgery is fine by me.

“But doing it long-term is definitely out of the question.”

A light scoff from Wang Chuan immediately came through the phone.

“Feifan, you’re purely overthinking things.

“In the field of plastic surgery, I admit that I’m no longer as good as you, but compared to those so-called top-tier plastic surgeons in Hollywood, I’m confident that I surpass them.”

Pausing for a moment, Wang Chuan added somewhat sheepishly, “Recently, I’ve also been redoing basic exercises on detailed facial anatomy, and I’ve done quite a lot of them.

“I found that when I can more clearly and accurately feel the muscle texture beneath a person’s skin, I become much more adept at handling the micro-adjustments and coordinated treatments during the surgical procedure.”

Wang Chuan then said with a hint of smugness, “I wouldn’t say the current me has reached a completely new level, but I’ve definitely made further progress from my previous limits.”

Yan Feifan smiled. “Congratulations, Chuan. It’s truly not easy to still be making progress in your forties.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized the other party had hung up.

Yan Feifan shook his head and set his phone aside. He took the freshly squeezed juice Yu Suye handed him and took a sip.

“How did he perform in today’s penile reconstruction surgery?”

Yu Suye leaned close to Yan Feifan and said, “Mr. Zhao performed a bit better this time than the last.

“As long as he can maintain this momentum during his next surgery, he can stay.”

“Oh?” Yan Feifan murmured, before changing the subject. “How is the old director’s condition?”

Yu Suye shook her head. “I’m not sure. He’s been recovering in secret at Zhang Run’s research institute this whole time.

“No news is probably good news.”

Yan Feifan murmured another “Oh” and asked, “Baining Hospital has sent a few more people over to study. Should we host a dinner for them?”

Yu Suye pouted her lips. “Those four guys belong to a branch of the family that doesn’t get along with mine. There’s no need to pay them any attention.”

Yan Feifan couldn’t help but smile, suddenly remembering something. “Su Ye, when New Year’s Day comes around, I’ll accompany you on a trip back home!”

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