Overpowered Resident Doctor

Chapter 556: Chapter 555: To the Touch

The easiest and most straightforward way to make Yan Jiaojiao’s face more three-dimensional would be to inject hyaluronic acid or implant prosthetics like silicone.

However, with this method, the results are short-lived.

For example, after hyaluronic acid is injected, the body gradually metabolizes it. Small-molecule fillers last for about six months, medium-molecule fillers for ten months to a year, and large-molecule fillers for one to one-and-a-half years. Therefore, regular maintenance and touch-ups are required.

Moreover, a face altered by injecting or implanting foreign materials not only looks unnatural and incongruous, but facial expressions can also easily become distorted.

Even washing one’s face has to be done with extreme care to avoid dislodging or deforming the implants with excessive force.

Naturally, Yan Feifan disdained such simple and crude plastic surgery methods. Nor were they what the plastic surgeons from all over the country, who had come specifically to observe, wanted to see.

Yan Feifan’s approach to enhancing the three-dimensional contours and aesthetic appeal of Yan Jiaojiao’s features was twofold.

First, he would remodel the "foundation" of her face by directly cutting and shaping specific facial bones, then grafting suitable bone fragments to areas that needed to be built up.

This procedure would fundamentally enhance the depth and definition of her facial contours.

Second, he would adjust the volume, texture, and orientation of her facial muscles.

This was where Yan Feifan’s expertise truly lay, and it was the primary focus of his work in reconstructing Yan Jiaojiao’s face.

Just as Yan Feifan had told Yan Jiaojiao before the operation, this surgery posed no difficulty for him. It was merely a matter of performing it with ever-increasing precision.

This was the signature specialty Yan Feifan took great pride in, and it was the main skill he intended to showcase in this public surgery.

Furthermore, in preparation for this surgery, Yan Feifan had spent the past few weeks continuously optimizing, refining, and repeatedly simulating the surgical plan.

Coupled with Yan Feifan’s tendency to thrive under pressure, he became more excited and focused in major, urgent, and critical situations, allowing him to perform at an even higher level.

Thus, not long after the surgery began, Yan Feifan entered a state of euphoric, complete focus.

The movements of his hands, cut after cut, were like the waters of the Yangtze River...

Natural, smooth, surging, and rolling ever forward without end...

Not only was Yan Feifan in his element during the surgery, but the many plastic surgeons in the observation gallery were also completely captivated.

As experts in the field, they saw beauty and marvels at every turn. It was like watching the most thrilling part of a movie; even with the uncomfortable pressure of a full bladder, they were unwilling to look away for even a moment.

So much so that even after one in the afternoon, not a single one of them had left for a moment to get lunch in the adjacent classroom that was serving as a temporary cafeteria.

"Director, what should we do?"

Dong Xue, who was in charge of administration and logistics for the plastic surgery center, said with some concern, "It’s so hot today. If the food just sits here, it will spoil by this afternoon."

To prepare for today’s lunch, especially with corporate sponsorship, Dong Xue had put in a great deal of effort, special-ordering over one hundred and fifty high-quality boxed lunches from a star-rated hotel.

Now, the lunch hour was almost over, and nearly a hundred boxed lunches were still left.

Wang Chuan swallowed the food in his mouth and chuckled. "This is a big hospital. At this time of day, there must be plenty of doctors and nurses busy with surgeries or other work who haven’t had a chance to eat lunch yet."

"Go find Jio Xin and have her send a message in a few of her nurse friends’ group chats. Invite them to come get a free meal."

Dong Xue said, "Oh," then asked, "Director, what about the people in the observation gallery?"

"Should we just let them stay hungry until the surgery is over this afternoon?"

Wang Chuan thought for a moment and said, "How about this, Dong Xue? Have someone prepare some chocolates, bread, crackers, milk, and bottled water."

"Distribute some to each of them."

Dong Xue murmured another "oh" and couldn’t help but marvel, "Does Mr. Yan’s surgery really have that much magic? To make so many people so engrossed they forget to eat."

Wang Chuan sighed softly and said, "Dong Xue, it’s like we’re trying hard to climb a mountain, and the summit is right in front of us."

"Suddenly, a gust of wind blows away the surrounding clouds."

"And an even taller, more majestic, and magnificent peak abruptly appears beside it."

"Even though we’ll likely never be able to climb it in our lifetime, that doesn’t stop us from being thrilled. We have to use this rare opportunity to appreciate it as much as possible and fully take in the novel, beautiful scenery of this new peak."

Dong Xue, only half-understanding, nodded and took out her phone to call Jio Xin.

Before Wang Chuan could finish his lunch, he was surprised to see Liu Jin walk in, grab a boxed lunch, and sit down next to him.

"You haven’t eaten yet either?"

Liu Jin explained, "I spent the whole morning wrangling with the deceased’s family. Where would I find the time to eat?"

Wang Chuan had only learned about the matter from Yan Ziruo the previous night. He asked with concern, "Any results?"

Liu Jin replied, his voice laced with fatigue, "We’ve negotiated their demand down to three million. However, they have one condition: they want us to communicate with the car accident victim, that Mr. Cao, and get him to drop the charges."

Wang Chuan said slowly, "I can talk to Mr. Pan and ask him to feel out the situation indirectly?"

Liu Jin took a sip of clear soup and changed the subject. "This morning, Yan Ziruo told me that Feifan also brought up another possibility."

"That the new-energy vehicle might have been leaking electricity. Perhaps the deceased’s Alzheimer’s was induced by continuous electrical stimulation."

"The deceased’s brain was already in a fragile state from the electrical stimulation, so when it was directly hit with a stronger current again, it suffered a catastrophic collapse."

"Mr. Qi also stated that this possibility cannot be ruled out."

Wang Chuan said pensively, "To prove that, first, we’d need to inspect the new-energy vehicle to see if there’s a design flaw or malfunction."

"Second, we’d have to find evidence from the deceased’s body."

Liu Jin said in a low voice, "I’ve already instructed the medical affairs department. They’re to do everything they can to persuade the family to donate the deceased’s body to us."

After a pause, Liu Jin gestured with his eyes toward the observation room on the other side of the wall and asked, "How’s the surgery going?"

Wang Chuan pointed to the large insulated containers in front of the lectern and said with a note of pride, "How do you think? Most of the people who came to observe are so engrossed they haven’t even had time for lunch."

"That kid, Feifan, he’s never let us down. The more critical the moment, the more reliable he is."

He then lowered his voice and asked, "Mrs. Meng’s attitude toward Feifan seems to have changed significantly?"

"Yes, it certainly has."

Liu Jin said with some disappointment, "More than one important city leader has mentioned the kid..."

"No matter how slow Mrs. Meng is, she must understand that there are thousands upon thousands of secretaries like her, but there’s only one doctor like Feifan."

"Sigh, let’s not worry about that..."

Liu Jin’s fighting spirit returned as he said, "The homeowners’ association of Phoenix Mountain Villa held a meeting and decided they will join forces with as many people as possible to submit the application with our hospital."

"This time, I feel like there’s a lot of hope!"

Wang Chuan chuckled. "I’m also looking forward to its success."

"My commute will be so much more convenient then..."

「At this very moment, Yan Ziruo and Yu Suye, along with Feng Jian, were leading a tall, long-legged young woman with a somewhat dark complexion to the hospital’s rehabilitation department.」

This was the area where patients received physical therapy and functional recovery training.

By dropping Yan Feifan’s name, the group easily managed to borrow a small room lined with soft mats.

Yan Ziruo looked at Feng Jian and the young woman, who were facing off against each other, and said excitedly, "Let’s set the rules first. Even though this is a combat-based spar, you have to pull your punches. Don’t actually hurt each other..."