Overpowered Resident Doctor

Chapter 555: Chapter 554: Too Hasty

A little after 8:30 AM, in the teaching operating room of the Affiliated Hospital’s comprehensive education building, the observation gallery, which could accommodate over two hundred people, was already filled to capacity.

Among them were seventy-seven plastic surgeons from all over the country, either invited or having come of their own accord after hearing the news, as well as thirty-eight young and middle-aged doctors who worked or studied at the plastic surgery center.

The rest of the observers were either young doctors studying, working, or interning at the Affiliated Hospital with aspirations in plastic surgery, or doctors who were simply curious about or admired Yan Feifan.

Sitting in the prime viewing area of the observation gallery, directly facing the operating table below, Ning Shan of Baiyun Medical Beauty was looking left and right. She even stood up from time to time to wave and offer a brief greeting to colleagues she recognized from the plastic surgery community.

After a short while, Ning Shan noticed the patient being wheeled into the operating room below by a nurse, and she settled back into her seat.

The sounds of greetings and conversation in the observation gallery gradually died down.

In the operating room, Yan Jiaojiao climbed from the transport gurney onto the operating table and dutifully lay down, all under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

Nurses and an anesthesiologist gathered around her, connecting monitors for her vital signs, inserting an IV to establish venous access, and covering her body snugly with a sterile sheet.

Her surgical assistants, Lin Qian and Qi Xiuping, were busy sterilizing Yan Jiaojiao’s face—the surgical area—which had been shaved completely bald.

Ning Shan had no interest in these pre-operative preparations.

She got up, switched seats with a colleague beside her, and sat down next to Ling Weidong of Huarong Medical Beauty.

"Dr. Ling, did you notice?"

Ning Shan leaned closer to Ling Weidong and said softly, "Dr. Zhu Yi from Chengyu, Dr. Sang Xiaoyan from Qilu Provincial Hospital, and Dr. Liu Enshui from Hanke Medical Beauty are all here too."

"Those guys usually hate joining a crowd. It’s rare to see them show up for something like this, very rare."

Ling Weidong let out a soft scoff. "What’s so strange about that?"

"The Bin University Affiliated Hospital Plastic Surgery Center sent out such a confident and provocative invitation. Anyone with a bit of skill and a temper would want to come and see it for themselves."

Ning Shan smiled faintly, a touch of sarcasm in her voice. "Wang Chuan is being uncharacteristically high-profile and flashy this time. I hope today’s public surgery doesn’t end up a laughingstock."

"We’ll just have to wait and see," Ling Weidong replied nonchalantly.

"Well now, Dr. Ling, it’s rare to see you so calm. You’re not at all like the man I know..."

At this, a thought suddenly struck Ning Shan.

She studied the unsmiling Ling Weidong carefully, asking in disbelief, "Dr. Ling, don’t tell me... you’ve already admitted defeat?"

Ling Weidong was silent for a moment before saying slowly, "About two months ago, I observed one of Mr. Yan’s surgeries."

"I knew back then that I was no match for him."

"Another two months have passed. He’s certainly improved a lot since then."

Ling Weidong turned to Ning Shan with a bitter smile. "Dr. Ning, after you watch this surgery, you’ll understand what Wang Chuan meant by ’pinnacle’."

These words genuinely astonished Ning Shan.

Reaching the level of Wang Chuan, Ling Weidong, and Ning Shan basically meant you were at the apex of plastic surgery in the country.

They each had their own specialized fields, and if you really had to point out a technical gap between them, it was razor-thin.

You could even say that whoever was in better form or performed better during a surgery was number one.

As a result, none of them would readily admit another was better.

But the meaning between Ling Weidong’s words, along with his tone and expression, showed that he had completely admitted defeat.

The gap had to be at least a full tier higher to make a proud man like Ling Weidong sigh and admit his own inferiority from the bottom of his heart.

’Is this kid really that incredible?’

Ning Shan found it truly hard to believe that someone as young as Yan Feifan could possess skills that far surpassed theirs.

This wasn’t about surpassing one person; it was about transcending their entire tier, equivalent to shattering the ceiling that had long been above their heads.

No matter how she looked at it, the whole thing felt too fantastical, too unreal.

The rich, ever-changing expressions of shock and disbelief on Ning Shan’s face were quite satisfying for Ling Weidong to watch.

He himself had only come to reluctantly accept this fact after being confronted by a series of truths.

Ling Weidong sighed with emotion. "Dr. Ning, this is the world of a genius, a world we don’t understand!"

"This kid isn’t even in the same world as us."

He chuckled and added, "Dr. Ning, you don’t have to force yourself to believe it. You’ll have a much deeper understanding after you watch the surgery."

"Oh, Dr. Ning..."

Something occurred to Ling Weidong. He asked, "Did Sunshine Film and Television in Binhai ask you to perform surgery on a young man?"

Still in shock, Ning Shan subconsciously nodded. "Yes, they did. We’re currently developing a surgical plan."

"Did they approach you too?"

Ling Weidong grunted in affirmation. "We came up with five or six plans in a row, but they weren’t satisfied with any of them and kept asking us to make changes."

"Later, we found out they had approached Mr. Yan first, but the collaboration fell through because he refused to modify his surgical plan."

"We did some digging and learned that they felt the plans we designed couldn’t even compare to Mr. Yan’s plan."

Ling Weidong advised, "Dr. Ning, with a masterpiece setting the precedent, and the client being difficult to please, you understand..."

Ning Shan let out a soft "Oh." "Thanks for the heads-up!"

"After observing this surgery, we’ll reconsider our collaboration with Sunshine Film and Television..."

Just then, Yan Feifan, having finished his preparations, entered the operating room.

With the help of a surgical nurse, he put on his surgical gown. Then he led the anesthesiologist, surgical assistants, and nurses to face the large audience in the gallery above and bow.

Amid the applause from the observers, Yan Feifan walked to the operating table and met the wide-eyed gaze of Yan Jiaojiao.

He reassured her, "Don’t be nervous or afraid. It’s just that the setting is a bit grand."

"For me, your surgery isn’t difficult at all. In fact, it’s what I do best."

Yan Jiaojiao hummed in agreement. "Mr. Yan, I’m not scared. Just a little nervous, and also excited and expectant."

"I feel like..."

Her gaze swept over the packed observation gallery. She continued, "I feel like I’m part of a major historical event."

Yan Feifan chuckled. "That’s a good mindset."

"I can’t make any other promises, but today will absolutely be a day you’ll remember for the rest of your life. A life-changing day."

After a pause, Yan Feifan’s voice grew solemn. "Yan Jiaojiao, I will not let you down."

As his words faded, the anesthesiologist, Luo Zhen, taking his cue from a look, placed the anesthesia mask over Yan Jiaojiao’s mouth and nose...

At 8:57 AM, as the scalpel in Yan Feifan’s hand descended, Yan Jiaojiao’s full-face reconstruction surgery officially began...

Some forty minutes later, Ning Shan suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, and she couldn’t help but take a few deep breaths.

Only then did she realize with a jolt that she had been holding her breath, completely captivated by Yan Feifan’s surgical technique.

She had been so mentally and physically engrossed in watching that she had forgotten to breathe.

Ning Shan glanced around.

She found that everyone else looked nearly identical: faces blank, eyes fixed, staring down at the operating table as if they were gazing upon a priceless treasure.

’I was too reckless!’

Ning Shan slapped her forehead in regret.

Everyone here was an expert who knew what they were seeing. In two or three months, at the surgical demonstration hosted by Baiyun Medical Beauty, a simple comparison between the two...

The huge disparity would surely cause Baiyun Medical Beauty’s image and perceived strength in the plastic surgery world to plummet!

’Should I go back on my word?’

The thought surfaced in Ning Shan’s mind quite naturally.

Feeling a bit guilty, she glanced at her colleagues, then subconsciously reached up to touch her right eye, which felt a little uncomfortable.

’My right eye?’

Hope suddenly kindled in Ning Shan’s heart.

Based on the incredible precision and delicacy Yan Feifan was demonstrating in this surgery, plus his microscopic understanding of the human face down to at least the level of muscle fibers, perhaps... perhaps he really could solve the minor problem that had plagued her for so many years.