Overpowered Resident Doctor

Chapter 611: Chapter 610: Entrustment

The puncture and injection for the intraspinal tumor at 10 AM, followed by the one for the cranial tumor promptly at 3 PM, were both familiar territory for Yan Feifan.

An on-site observation by a crowd of over a hundred senior medical experts might have caused considerable mental and physical stress for others.

But for a big-game player like Yan Feifan, it was simply a potent stimulant that only made his performance even more outstanding.

With an attitude of both skepticism and a desire to witness history, over a hundred neurosurgery and cranial surgery experts from across the country watched with their own eyes as Yan Feifan performed nine-needle and six-needle punctures and injections on two patients in the morning and afternoon.

After a patient wait of about an hour, it was like opening a blind box. Filled with excitement, they joined the chief surgeon to view the latest images from the real-time CT scanner and witnessed for themselves the tremendous changes in the tumors.

The changes in the tumors’ size and displacement on the images showed that Yan Feifan’s puncture and injection technique had truly downgraded the originally hellishly difficult surgeries for the spinal canal tumor and the brain tumor to a moderately high difficulty level.

Many of the medical experts who had arrived with doubts had now seen it with their own eyes, confirmed it, and finally believed it.

Although they were shaken to the core, they still felt it was somewhat surreal.

Something that should only happen in novels had unfolded right before their very eyes; it still felt a little unreal.

After the "blind box" reveal, some of the doctors didn’t stay to observe the specific and lengthy tumor removal process. Instead, they went to the small plaza in front of the main teaching building for a detailed demonstration of a surgical robot.

They watched the robot’s technical demonstration and listened to the technician’s explanation while eating cool, refreshing watermelon.

A beautiful technician in a professional suit told them something.

The intelligent surgical robot before them would complete its inspections around the end of the year, receive approval from the relevant authorities, and obtain a license for market release.

This surgical robot would come pre-loaded with over thirty mature surgical programs, including ventricular septal defect repair, mitral valve repair or replacement, lobectomy, esophagectomy, diaphragmatic hernia repair, and lymph node dissection.

The technician made a point to emphasize that this intelligent surgical robot would also come pre-loaded with the puncture and injection technique that Mr. Yan had demonstrated today.

’Yan Feifan’s puncture and injection technique can be pre-loaded?!’

This prospect was particularly exciting for the attendees.

After all, there was only one Yan Feifan, but there were so many patients with spinal canal and brain tumors across the country.

Someone immediately shouted, "What percentage of Mr. Yan’s results can this pre-loaded technique achieve?"

Facing the question everyone was bound to ask, the female technician met the questioner’s gaze and answered frankly, "Sir, I must point out that due to our limited data samples, the current surgical efficacy has been assessed at only about seventy percent."

"However, in the future, as more of Mr. Yan’s surgical data is added and the algorithms and models are further optimized, we are confident we can increase the surgical efficacy to ninety percent."

’Ninety percent?’

A doctor with graying hair slowly shook his head and said, "Even with only a ten percent difference, we’re talking about tumor removal in the human central nervous system. For the patient’s postoperative outcome, that could be the huge difference between an eighty-point ’good’ and a sixty-point ’passing’."

The technician chuckled lightly. "You’re absolutely right, Sir."

"With our current capabilities and technological level, we cannot yet match what Mr. Yan can achieve."

"But sixty points is at least a passing grade. For the patient, that means the difference between life and death."

"For all of you, it represents a leap from being helpless and powerless to being able to perform the surgery."

"That leap is also a tremendous one, isn’t it?"

The technician’s words made several people around her nod gently.

They had all studied and carefully considered the original tumor images of the patients they observed today.

They didn’t speak of the surgical difficulty, but in their hearts, they all knew.

If they were to perform the surgery themselves, the probability of failure would be extremely high.

However, after the puncture and injection technique, facing a shrunken and displaced tumor, they were confident that with their own efforts, the chances of a successful removal were very high.

"What’s the price? Seven figures or eight figures?"

The technician looked at the middle-aged man who had asked, smiled sweetly, and said, "Hello, Sir!"

"Our new medical technology company was just recently co-founded by Baining, Baiyulan, and Shenlan, who merged their respective robotics R&D departments and contributed premium assets."

"Right now, some things are still being sorted out, and the surgical robot still needs further optimization and improvement by integrating the technologies from all three companies."

"Therefore, the product’s pricing has not yet been finalized."

"However, one thing I can tell you all for certain is that the price will not exceed that of similar foreign products."

"Additionally, options like financing, leasing, and revenue-sharing partnerships will also be available..."

Around 6 PM, after completing the cranial tumor puncture and injection surgery, Yan Feifan returned to his office in the Little Red House, accompanied by Feng Jian, ready to change the dressing on his left leg wound.

He was surprised to find Director Wang Chuan waiting for him in the inner room.

"Director, did you need to see me about something?"

Yan Feifan asked as he sat down on the sofa cater-corner to Wang Chuan, tore open the debridement kit in his hands, and rolled up his left pant leg.

"Let me help you with that."

As he spoke, Wang Chuan squatted down and gently peeled the medical tape off Yan Feifan’s left calf.

He shook his head and sighed. "You’re widely recognized as a top-tier plastic surgeon, yet you’ve left a huge scar over ten centimeters long on your own leg."

"If our colleagues find out, you’ll be the laughingstock."

"I was in a mad rush at the time," Yan Feifan said nonchalantly. "Who has time to slowly treat a wound?"

"Besides, aren’t scars a man’s medal of honor?"

Wang Chuan disinfected the wound, nodded, and said, "This scar of yours can indeed be considered a medal."

"Yanyan’s mother told me that Duan Yu’s eyes turned red after hearing her story."

"Feifan, that scar has earned you a guardian who would do anything for you."

Yan Feifan sighed softly. "If Duan Yu hadn’t pulled me out of that overturned car, I might not be alive."

"And back then, she’d been shot and was in mortal danger, but she still put my safety first."

"It was only right to do this for her."

"True character is revealed in a crisis," Wang Chuan said, deeply moved.

"Feifan, what you did for Duan Yu when your own life was on the line has convinced me that you are a loyal and righteous person who can be fully trusted."

"I can entrust Yanyan to you without any worries."

’Entrust Yanyan to me?’

Yan Feifan was a little confused. He looked at Wang Chuan and noticed his expression was anything but joking.

"Director, you haven’t been diagnosed with some terminal illness, have you?"

"Liver cancer? Doesn’t seem like it."

"It’s not pancreatic cancer, is it?"

Wang Chuan shot Yan Feifan a glare, then stuck a new piece of medical tape on his wound and gave it a light pat.

The sting made Yan Feifan wince.

"I’m in perfect health."

"It’s just..."

Wang Chuan sat back on the sofa, let out a long sigh, and said, "Feifan, I’m going to prison."

"This time, a three-to-five-year sentence would be getting off easy. So, I’m entrusting Yanyan to you and Ruoruo’s care."

’Prison?’ Yan Feifan was utterly astonished.

"Director, what on earth happened?"

"Was it a past medical malpractice case? A patient died, you faked and tampered with the evidence, and now the truth has come out?"

Wang Chuan rolled his eyes. "Feifan, stop your wild guessing. I’ll tell you..."

He suddenly shouted to the outer office, "Feng Jian, could you step out for a moment? I need to speak with Feifan about this alone."