Chapter 488: Chapter 487: I’ll Give You a Chance

The instrument Qiu Ge was using primarily displayed the range and intensity of brightness to represent the activity levels in various parts of the brain.

But now, on the instrument’s screen, the flickering brightness from the logical-computational center of the 3D brain simulation was unlike anything Qiu Ge had ever seen. It was dazzling.

Qiu Ge then tested his memory, asking Yan Feifan to repeat ten random, unrelated words.

The brightness that flared up in the brain’s memory center was also astonishing.

To verify the instrument’s accuracy and stability, she had Yan Feifan get off, lay down on it herself, and had Yan Feifan test her with a few questions.

Afterward, Qiu Ge began to compare her test data with Yan Feifan’s.

"The equipment is fine. The brightness values of my brain’s functional centers are about the same as before."

Confirming the instrument was working correctly, Qiu Ge’s eyes shone even brighter as she stared at Yan Feifan as if he were some kind of monster.

"Mr. Yan, the medical genius with a photographic memory..."

"Your brain really is different from an ordinary person’s. Drastically different. Your brain activity is at least three to four times more intense than mine, and its range is more than one and a half times greater."

Yan Feifan said vaguely, "I’ve been called a genius since I was a child. The degree of my brain’s development and utilization is definitely a bit higher than an ordinary person’s."

Noticing a dangerous glint in Dr. Qiu’s eyes, Yan Feifan quickly warned, "Dr. Qiu, don’t even think about making me your research subject. I’ll never agree to it."

Qiu Ge said with some regret, "Don’t worry. Researching your brain is just a passing thought."

"You’re a future medical giant. If I somehow broke your brain while studying it, I’d be torn to shreds by an angry mob."

"Come on, let’s continue..."

Yan Feifan once again put on the headset fitted with dense micro-sensors and began the test.

After a series of ten or twenty questions, and after performing some actions according to her instructions, Yan Feifan finally heard the pitter-patter of falling rain.

He did his best to relax his body and mind, imagining he was at home, lying in his comfortable bed and listening to the sound...

When Yan Feifan was woken by Qiu Ge, he realized that nearly fifteen minutes had passed.

He and Dr. Qiu looked at the monitoring data recorded by the device.

Yan Feifan could clearly see that as the sound of falling rain began, the activity in the caudal end of his brainstem increased significantly, its brightness steadily intensifying as it flickered.

Following that, the brightness of the cerebral cortex gradually became active.

Immediately after, the brightness of the brain’s various control centers rapidly diminished, growing dim.

After that, the brightness representing the activity level of the brainstem area also dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye...

After watching the entire recording, Yan Feifan said, "It’s confirmed. This hypnotic sound of falling rain can affect the sleep control center in the caudal end of my brainstem, allowing me to fall asleep quickly."

Qiu Ge hummed in agreement, then analyzed, "Auditory influence works by stimulating our hearing system with a certain audio frequency, which in turn affects our brain."

"This sound has a clear effect on you, but I don’t feel anything. It must be that a specific frequency or melody in the sound is having a targeted effect on you."

Yan Feifan nodded. "The next step is to analyze and process this sound to find the specific frequency or melody that affects me."

Qiu Ge met Yan Feifan’s gaze and shook her head. "In that regard, I’m afraid I can’t help."

She suggested, "Mr. Yan, you’ll need to find someone who is an expert in music to identify the various melodies contained in this sound and isolate them."

"You’ll also need a technician who can do audio processing for music, to find the frequency bands in this sound and use the different sound wave frequencies within those bands to synthesize each melody."

Hearing the words "audio" and "music" gave Yan Feifan a headache.

Although he was known as a genius and had dabbled in many fields, for someone as tone-deaf as him, this was like a book written in a celestial language.

For this kind of work, he could only seek help from others.

Yan Feifan sighed. "Most research nowadays becomes more and more about interdisciplinary collaboration once you reach a certain point."

"Now, even medical research on the brain and sleep requires collaboration with music professionals."

Qiu Ge chuckled. "Scientific research today has two major trends: one is increasing specialization, and the other is increasing breadth."

"Even if you are a genius, you can’t be an expert in everything."

"Hey, Mr. Yan, this research of yours on the brain, sleep, and music... I’m also very interested. Can I join in?"

Yan Feifan said happily, "Just what I was hoping for..."

It wasn’t an urgent matter, and both of them had work the next day. After a preliminary discussion about the research, they left the Affiliated Hospital together and went their separate ways home.

Sitting in the Cayenne on the way back to Zuimo Court, Yan Feifan replied to an email from the aphasia patient with the cerebral blood clot.

In the email, he wrote that a puncture could be made along the path of the left auditory nerve to reach the blood clot, where a thrombolytic agent could be injected.

This treatment method could effectively dissolve the blood clot, but there was no guarantee it would cure the aphasia.

Yan Feifan also wrote, in no uncertain terms, that this puncture and injection procedure would cause hearing loss in the left ear.

As for whether it would be mild loss, severe loss, or a complete loss of hearing in the left ear, that could only be determined by a post-operative examination.

After writing the email, Yan Feifan hit send.

As for whether the patient, after reading the email, would be willing to risk losing hearing in their left ear to pursue the possibility of curing their aphasia—that was not Yan Feifan’s concern.

The current medical climate forced doctors to be overly cautious, terrified of getting embroiled in malpractice lawsuits.

Although Yan Feifan was known for his boldness born from great skill, this atmosphere of mutual distrust and wariness had also affected him quite a bit.

These days, it really takes all sorts...

Yan Feifan returned to his residence just after nine in the evening and was surprised to find that Zeng Ni had shown up again.

"You haven’t gone back to Jingcheng?"

"I did, and then I came back."

Zeng Ni explained briefly, then said with a look of concern, "I saw all the online discussions about your high income, and I got really worried, so I made a special trip to check on you."

Yan Feifan shot her a sidelong glance.

"You’d be that kind?"

"Of course! I’ve always considered you a good friend!"

When the situation called for it, Zeng Ni’s skin was as thick as a castle wall.

She then tried to persuade him, "Feifan, these days, there are a lot of malicious people out there. They always hate to see others succeed and love to see them fail."

"Besides, that high salary of yours is just too conspicuous."

"Feifan, if you performed cosmetic surgery for others at Baining Hospital as a freelance surgeon, that high income could go straight into your pocket without passing through the Affiliated Hospital’s books."

If this had been in the past, Yan Feifan would have certainly scoffed at the idea.

But a lot had happened today.

That Meng Huaxin fellow clearly had it in for him. Today, he had abandoned his restructuring of the plastic surgery center because of a call from a superior, but there was no guarantee he wouldn’t stir up more trouble in the future.

’I need to prepare for a rainy day and have a few escape routes ready.’

With this in mind, Yan Feifan looked at Zeng Ni and said, "I’ll give you a chance, but you need to agree to a few conditions."

After a moment of shock, Zeng Ni’s face lit up with excitement. "Name them, name them! As long as it’s something I can do, I definitely won’t back down. I’ll give it my all to get it done for you, fast and well."

Yan Feifan snorted softly. "I need someone with unattractive yet distinctive features to undergo a public, instructional cosmetic surgery."

He added, "And the surgery fee can’t be low."

Zeng Ni nodded vigorously. "No problem. I know several ’sisters’ who are rich, ugly, and have very open personalities."

Suppressing a laugh, Yan Feifan continued, "I have an audio file of a recording of falling rain. I need a music professional to process it..."

Before Yan Feifan could even finish, Zeng Ni cut in eagerly, "Jingcheng is full of talented people in the music industry. That’s a piece of cake..."

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