Chapter 586: Chapter 585: Not the Same Person

Although Yan Feifan didn’t have much worldly experience and was relatively naive, he knew there was no such thing as a perfect utopia in this world.

Privilege and backroom deals were everywhere.

But the ease and speed with which the other party had secured his medical license for the United States was astonishing. The "business partner" Deng Shao mentioned was clearly powerful, which shocked Yan Feifan.

’Perhaps this is the kind of convenience the American privileged class enjoys, something ordinary people can’t see or even imagine?’

"Mr. Yan, I’ll have a high-speed private jet arranged to fly you directly to Los Angeles in the United States."

Deng Shao slowly explained, "It’s an eleven-hour flight there and eleven hours back. After you land, you’ll go straight to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles. You’ll have a clear path directly into the operating room for the surgery."

"This way, it will only take up a little more than a day of your time."

"The private jet also has a comfortable room for you to rest, so you won’t feel too tired, and you won’t have to deal with jet lag."

At this point, Deng Shao clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and pleaded, "Mr. Yan, as the saying goes, ’saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda.’ Could I trouble you to make this trip?"

Yan Feifan glanced at the United States medical license on the coffee table, then thought about the promised one million US Dollar fee...

"Mr. Deng, I need to review the patient’s brain tumor scans and health reports before I can make a final decision."

A faint smile appeared on Deng Shao’s face. "Of course. I will inform them and have the attending physician send all the medical records to your email address as soon as possible, Mr. Yan."

He stood up and said, "In that case, I won’t take up any more of your and Mr. Wang’s precious time."

"Mr. Yan, I look forward to hearing from you..."

Yan Feifan and Wang Chuan rose with him and saw Deng Shao out of the office and the plastic surgery center. After Deng Shao’s car drove away, they hurried back to the office.

The two of them picked up the medical license from the coffee table, went to the desk, opened the computer, and searched for the official medical board website for the United States. They entered the certificate number to verify it.

When they saw the certificate displayed on the computer screen was identical to the one in their hands, not a single letter out of place, Yan Feifan clicked his tongue in amazement. "It’s actually real."

He then added with some frustration, "Damn it. Some people work hard for years and might never get one of these, but for certain people, it just takes a single word."

Wang Chuan also had a complicated expression. "The world is just that unfair. Privilege is everywhere. It’s like how the finish line for many people’s lifelong struggles is just the starting point for others."

He looked at Yan Feifan and added with a thoughtful tone, "Perhaps the reason this license was issued so quickly is also closely related to your talent, Feifan."

"After all, your life-saving surgical skills are one-of-a-kind, something they desperately need in the United States as well."

"For top-tier talent like you, the United States would love nothing more than to recruit you to their country."

Yan Feifan gave a slightly smug smile. "Mr. Wang, you can rest assured."

"My home is in Binhai. I’m not going to emigrate."

He looked at the certificate and couldn’t help but mutter, "I’m just curious now... who exactly is this incredibly well-connected patient?"

"Could he be one of the richest men in the United States?"

This question didn’t puzzle Yan Feifan for long.

While he, Wang Chuan, and Duan Yu were eating a takeout lunch in the office, the patient’s medical files arrived.

A name was clearly written on the medical records: Scott Frandson.

The two of them looked him up online and found that this fifty-five-year-old man was simply a large-scale rancher in the United States who owned over thirty thousand acres of land. It seemed straightforward.

This confused Yan Feifan a little.

"Land in the United States shouldn’t be that valuable, right?"

"I saw a news report a few days ago saying Bill Gates became the largest private farmland owner in the United States with over 240,000 acres."

"Scott Frandson has over thirty thousand acres. While that’s not a small area, he probably doesn’t even rank among the major ranchers in the United States, does he?"

Wang Chuan said thoughtfully, "Perhaps this guy is like Bill Gates—he made his money first, then bought the land."

Just then, Duan Yu, who rarely spoke, said, "I can look this guy up through my channels."

Yan Feifan immediately agreed...

After they finished lunch, Yan Feifan stayed in the director’s office. He displayed the cranial tumor images he had received for Scott Frandson on the high-definition screen on the office wall.

This also made him think about the shortcomings of his own office.

"Duan Yu, remember to install a high-definition screen and a film viewer in my office at the Little Red House."

Duan Yu acknowledged the request.

Yan Feifan continued to analyze the patient’s cranial tumor images.

It was an irregularly shaped skull base tumor, approximately two by three by three centimeters, situated right next to the brainstem.

Wang Chuan also leaned in for a closer look.

He could understand the brain tumor images, but he didn’t know how to treat it, so he asked directly, "Is there a way?"

Yan Feifan chuckled. "Although the puncture and resection of this brain tumor will be quite difficult, it’s not the most challenging among the dozen or so brain tumor patients I’ve treated."

"It’s not a major problem."

"If the lead surgeon responsible for the resection is at a level similar to Dr. Kevin Vega, this guy’s prognosis should be pretty good."

Wang Chuan smiled. "With their connections, inviting one of the top ten neurosurgeons in the United States should be a piece of cake."

Just then, Duan Yu walked over and interjected, "The detailed information on Scott Frandson has arrived..."

Yan Feifan and Wang Chuan went back to the computer at the desk to look through Scott Frandson’s file.

This time, the information was far more detailed than what was available online; even his private life was recorded in great detail.

From the file, Yan Feifan saw that Scott Frandson used to own an energy company, which he later sold.

His current identity, besides being a rancher, included owning two charitable foundations and being a board member for Lockheed Martin Corporation and a subsidiary of General.

This information was much more convincing.

"A board member and shareholder of Lockheed Martin and General... that status carries some serious weight. It makes sense."

The file also included many high-definition photos of Scott Frandson.

Yan Feifan casually flipped through a few pictures of the man playing golf and some high-definition shots of him walking briskly. Just as he was about to close the file, he suddenly realized something seemed wrong.

He looked at the cranial tumor images on the high-definition monitor on the west wall of the office, then looked back at the personal photos of Scott Frandson on the computer screen.

Yan Feifan used the mouse to enlarge the photo until the man’s head filled the entire computer screen.

He studied the man’s large head, then glanced back at the cranial images on the other screen.

"This isn’t the same person."

"Based on the external contours of the cranium, the patient in the medical records cannot be Scott Frandson."

"Are you sure?" Wang Chuan asked doubtfully.

Yan Feifan nodded. "The head that would form from this skull shape, while somewhat similar to Scott Frandson’s, isn’t his."

"I’m certain."

He looked at Duan Yu and asked, "Did you look up the wrong person?"

Duan Yu replied with certainty, "Impossible. Our work is extremely rigorous. We wouldn’t make such a basic mistake."

"Mr. Yan, the patient’s identity?"

An idea struck her, and she pressed on, "Mr. Yan, can you reverse-engineer this person’s appearance based on the skull shape?"

Yan Feifan considered this. "Some of the specific facial bone features are missing. I can only use a charcoal pencil to sketch a rough approximation..."

Duan Yu nodded. "A rough sketch will be enough."

"We can use big data to narrow it down to a few individuals and then conduct a more detailed analysis."

"In the United States, the number of people with that kind of privilege is already quite limited..."

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