Chapter 594: Chapter 593: A Long Night Is Fraught with Dreams

The puncture biopsy of the brain tumor took one hour and seven minutes.

Five transcranial punctures to inject high-concentration alcohol into the brain tumor from various angles took twenty-seven minutes.

After this step, Yan Feifan could have left.

However, Dr. Max requested that Yan Feifan stay until the effects of the injection became clear.

After all, it was their first time working together and they lacked sufficient trust, so Yan Feifan nodded in agreement.

After another hour’s wait, the patient was sent to the CT scanner.

When the tumor images came out, the gazes Dr. Max and Dr. Hakeman fixed on Yan Feifan became openly fervent, as if they were staring at a naked, peerless beauty.

The patient’s brain tumor had shrunk by nearly a quarter.

Moreover, the main shrunken area had detached from the brainstem and several major blood vessels, no longer interlocked like jagged teeth.

This directly reduced the difficulty of the brain tumor resection surgery by an order of magnitude.

The significance of this reduction in difficulty was immense.

For doctors of Dr. Max and Dr. Hakeman’s caliber, this meant the difference between postoperative outcomes like severe sequelae—a vegetative state or impaired consciousness—and lesser ones, such as motor discoordination or damage to a few sensory nerves.

What shocked Max and Hakeman even more was that the image of the denatured, shrunken tumor was nearly identical to the simulated postoperative image Yan Feifan had provided earlier.

This meant that Yan Feifan’s mastery of the puncture and injection technique had reached an unimaginable level of effortless control...

Accompanied by Dr. Hakeman, Yan Feifan left the operating room and went to the locker room to change back into his clothes.

As the two of them walked out of the surgical area’s isolation doors, Deng Shao, Duan Yu, Noles, and several foreigners who looked like the patient’s family crowded around them.

"AMAZING!"

Dr. Hakeman spoke first, his voice brimming with excitement. "That was the most brilliant, most incredible puncture procedure I have ever seen."

"The genius, Mr. Yan, from the mysterious East, used his magical hands and just a few simple punctures to miraculously shrink Mr. Frandson’s brain tumor by a quarter."

With Hakeman heaping on the praise and providing the explanation, Yan Feifan didn’t bother to say anything.

"This drastically reduced the difficulty of the surgery. With Dr. Max’s abilities, he can easily resect the tumor."

"Everyone, just wait for the good news of a successful surgery."

At Hakeman’s words, Deng Shao let out a huge sigh of relief as a brilliant smile spread across his face.

"Mr. Yan, the hotel rooms are booked, and I’ve reserved a table for dinner. We..."

Yan Feifan waved his hand, cutting him off. "Mr. Deng, there’s no need for all that trouble."

"Let’s head straight back to the airport. I can eat dinner and rest on the plane."

Deng Shao looked troubled. "Well..."

"Mr. Yan, the private jet can be refueled and fly right away, but the pilots and flight crew can’t."

"It’s only been five or six hours; they haven’t had enough rest yet."

This made Yan Feifan frown.

According to their prior agreement, he was supposed to fly directly to the United States, perform the surgery, and then immediately fly back to Binhai.

But what Deng Shao said was reasonable. You couldn’t expect the pilots to fly while fatigued, working around the clock for twenty-four hours straight.

Yan Feifan ventured, "Can we get new pilots?"

Deng Shao looked pained. "Mr. Yan, we can’t hire two flight crews to be on standby twenty-four hours a day for one private jet."

He then proposed, "Mr. Yan, why don’t we go have dinner first, and you can get a good night’s rest?"

"We can return to Binhai first thing tomorrow morning."

’So much for the best-laid plans.’

Yan Feifan didn’t want to stay in the United States this long. He had a feeling that delays could only bring trouble.

He asked again, "What about a normal commercial flight?"

Seeing Yan Feifan’s dark expression, Deng Shao said cautiously, "Well, Mr. Yan, it’s the peak of the summer travel season. If we try to buy a ticket for a flight tonight, there definitely won’t be any seats left."

"Besides, on a flight that’s over ten hours long, you can’t rest well, not even in first class."

Yan Feifan glanced at Duan Yu beside him. Seeing that she showed no particular reaction, he had no choice but to say resignedly, "Alright. We’ll have dinner and stay one night. We leave for home first thing tomorrow morning!"

He added with a note of warning, "Mr. Deng, I don’t want any more unexpected changes come tomorrow."

"There won’t be, I assure you."

Deng Shao quickly added, "Barring any flight cancellations due to severe weather, we will absolutely depart as planned tomorrow..."

Dinner was at a high-end Western restaurant.

Yan Feifan, Duan Yu, Deng Shao, his male assistant, and Dr. Hakeman, who had shamelessly tagged along, all sat together.

The dinner proved to be quite fruitful for Yan Feifan, as he and Hakeman engaged in a non-stop, animated discussion on medical topics.

It was safe to say that aside from eating, the others were completely lost, listening in a daze as the two spouted one medical term after another.

After dinner, the group was driven to a five-star hotel, where Yan Feifan and Duan Yu checked into a luxury suite.

After shooing away Dr. Hakeman, who wanted to talk all night, Yan Feifan had a brief online chat with his sister and Su Ye across the ocean before washing up and heading to bed.

Although he hadn’t done much work that day, the long journey, the unfamiliar surroundings, and the jet lag left Yan Feifan feeling exceptionally exhausted.

He lay down on the bed and quickly fell into a deep sleep...

After a deep sleep, he was woken the next morning by Duan Yu, who told him that Dr. Hakeman had knocked on their door early and was now waiting in the living room.

He scrambled out of bed and went to the living room, asking, "Dr. Hakeman, surely there wasn’t a problem with last night’s surgery?"

"The surgery went very smoothly!"

Dr. Hakeman explained, "After nearly seven hours, Dr. Max successfully resected the tumor. We expect the patient to wake up within two or three days."

"The surgery was a massive success!"

"Mr. Yan, congratulations!"

After saying this, Hakeman stepped forward and gave him an enthusiastic hug.

Yan Feifan, unaccustomed to Western-style hugs, extricated himself from the man’s bear hug as quickly as possible.

"Mr. Yan, observing the procedure and talking with you last night was incredibly rewarding. Since you’re returning to China this morning, I thought I’d come by early so we could have more time to talk."

Yan Feifan rolled his eyes. "Dr. Hakeman, we can still communicate even after I’m back in China."

Hakeman chuckled. "Compared to video calls and phone calls, I much prefer this kind of face-to-face communication."

He gestured at his own head with his finger a few times and said, "It’s easier to spark inspiration this way."

Yan Feifan ignored him and went to the bathroom to wash up...

The entire morning, including breakfast, was spent in another discussion between Yan Feifan and Hakeman.

During their talk, Hakeman also brought up the possibility of a collaboration.

Yan Feifan told him that he had already established a cooperative relationship with Dr. Kevin Vega and had no time to take on additional patients.

However, when it came to exchanges and collaborations on medical research, he and the Affiliated Hospital had an open-door policy.

Hakeman said that once he arranged and dealt with his current work, he would make a trip to Binhai in the near future...

「Los Angeles, 8:30 AM local time. The sun was shining brightly.」

Yan Feifan and Duan Yu once again got into the same high-roof General Motors van from the day before.

Deng Shao claimed he had important work to handle and had his male assistant accompany Yan Feifan to the airport.

At the last second, Hakeman also hopped into the van, saying he would see Yan Feifan off at the airport and use the drive to discuss a few more medical questions...

At 9:12 AM Los Angeles time, Yan Feifan, who was deep in a passionate discussion with Hakeman, was nearly thrown from his seat as the van swerved violently. Luckily, his seatbelt held him fast.

At the same time, he felt several faint vibrations and heard a series of soft THUMPS.

Immediately after, Yan Feifan felt a warm sensation on his face.

Something had splattered onto his face.

He instinctively reached up to touch it.

When he saw what was on his hand, Yan Feifan froze.

’Red... and pale gray... Is this... blood and gray matter?’

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