Chapter 630: Chapter 629: Can’t Eat Now

Night gave way to day, and Saturday arrived.

From nine in the morning until just past noon, Yan Feifan was in a temporary operating room at Baining Hospital, where he gave a detailed demonstration of the puncture and injection procedure for cranial tumors to nearly two hundred observing medical colleagues.

First, he performed a cranial puncture to take a sample of the brain tumor tissue, then conducted an on-site protein dehydration and denaturation test using anhydrous ethanol.

Then, based on the results of the one-hour test, he performed the final cranial tumor puncture and injected the appropriate dose of anhydrous ethanol.

The process seemed simple and easy to perform, but the observing doctors were all professionals.

They all knew that designing the cranial puncture path, confirming the dosage of anhydrous ethanol, and even determining the waiting time for the ethanol to take effect were not decisions that could be made on a whim.

It was all based on a detailed understanding of the brain’s anatomical structure and a precise assessment of the cranial tumor’s contraction and deformation, among other factors.

A mistake in any one of these areas would make the subsequent tumor resection surgery more complex and the post-operative complications more severe.

These people already knew that to date, all of the dozens of puncture and injection surgeries Yan Feifan had performed on intraspinal and cranial tumors had been successful.

Post-operative examinations of the patients showed that their recovery was significantly better than that of those who underwent conventional surgery.

Although Yan Feifan was younger than even the students of the attending neurosurgery experts, the tangible proof from one successful surgery after another left them with no choice but to be convinced.

After Yan Feifan finished the puncture and injection and waited for the CT scan showing the tumor’s contraction to come out, he gave a slight bow to the standing ovation from all the observing medical colleagues and exited the temporary operating room.

With that, Yan Feifan had officially completed all his work for the Baining Hospital Northern Region Observational Seminar.

Leaving the temporary surgical area, Yan Feifan felt a sense of relief but immediately hurried over to Wang Zenglin’s hospital room.

He found the room to be exceptionally lively.

Besides Wang Zenglin’s family, Mr. Yi, the director of his district bureau, the political commissar, several deputy directors, and even the criminal police captain Zheng Libing, whom Yan Feifan knew, were all there—more than ten leaders and colleagues in total.

Leaders and colleagues from the unit Wang Zenglin belonged to at the time of his injury had also made a special trip to be there.

These twenty or thirty people were all crowded into the small hospital room, creating a bustling scene that left Yan Feifan somewhat speechless.

He put on a stern face and issued a direct order: everyone except for Wang Zenglin’s family was to leave the room.

Yan Feifan’s words were quite effective.

Led by the leaders from the two units, everyone else obediently filed out of the room.

Yan Feifan began Wang Zenglin’s pre-operative examination.

"Mr. Yan, my husband... will his surgery be okay?"

Yan Feifan looked at Wang Zenglin’s wife, who had an arm around her ten-year-old son’s shoulder and a visibly tense expression, and told her the truth. "I will do my best."

He elaborated, "This is the first time this robotic surgical arm will be used in a procedure. Although I tested it this morning and all functions were normal, I cannot give an absolute guarantee that there won’t be any unforeseen issues during the operation."

"If something unexpected does happen, we’ll have to switch to open surgery."

"Given Wang Zenglin’s physical condition, if we have to perform open surgery, the intra-operative and post-operative risks will be very high."

"There’s a chance he might not make it off the operating table..."

At this, Wang Zenglin’s mother, her eyes red, couldn’t help but interrupt. "Zenglin, you’ve endured for so many years. Why must you risk your life for this surgery?"

"Can’t we just not do it?"

"Mom, Dad, to be honest... I can’t take it anymore,"

Wang Zenglin explained rather bluntly, then turned his gaze to his wife and child.

"Honey, my temper has gotten worse these past few years. You’ve had to suffer because of me, and I’m sorry."

"If the worst happens, I’ll be free, and you’ll be free, too."

"You’re still young. You should find someone else and remarry."

Wang Zenglin then added stiffly, "But you can’t take the kid with you."

These parting words, like a final testament, made his wife’s tears flow uncontrollably. "Zenglin, I don’t blame you."

"I know your temper is bad because you’re in pain, because you’re suffering."

"Mr. Yan’s surgery will definitely be a success. I have faith..."

Amidst the thick, sorrowful atmosphere of goodbyes and encouragement between Wang Zenglin and his family, Yan Feifan completed the pre-operative examination.

After leaving the hospital room, Yan Feifan was met with a barrage of entreaties from Wang Zenglin’s leaders and colleagues.

Around one in the afternoon, Yan Feifan and Feng Jian, accompanied by Yu Nanxing, arrived at a private room in a restaurant for lunch.

As soon as they entered the private room, a petite and lively figure lunged toward them.

Quick as a flash, Yan Feifan shot out a hand, pressing four fingers against the girl’s forehead to stop her hug in its tracks.

"Keep your distance."

Zhao Xiaoting, who was dressed refreshingly like the girl next door in sneakers, denim shorts, a small T-shirt, and a ponytail, took a speechless step back.

Then, she pointed to the boxes of exquisite little pastries arranged next to the dishes already on the table and said proudly, "Feifan, look! The Jingcheng pastries you wanted to eat."

"This is a kidney bean roll, this is watermelon jelly, and here we have pea cake, chilled cheese fruit, preserved fruits, chestnut pastries, sachima, lotus seed cakes..."

Following Zhao Xiaoting’s introduction, Yan Feifan saw an assortment of tempting pastries, all in different colors and shapes.

"Feifan, to make sure you could eat the best and most authentic Jingcheng pastries, I spent the whole morning with Mr. Liou, running all over Jingcheng to all the famous old shops just to buy these."

"You’ve worked hard. That was very thoughtful of you."

Yan Feifan offered his praise, then looked toward the other person in the private room: a man in his thirties who was rather handsome.

"Is this Mr. Liou your new assistant?"

"No!"

Zhao Xiaoting denied it. "I don’t have the means or status to hire an assistant right now. Mr. Liou is from Xuan’s company. He’s just temporarily helping me out."

Yan Feifan let out a soft "oh" and nodded at Mr. Liou.

"Let’s all sit down and have lunch. I have a surgery later."

Without any hesitation, Zhao Xiaoting gestured for Mr. Liou to sit while she sat down next to Yan Feifan, and they began to eat.

After eating for a little while, Zhao Xiaoting noticed something...

Yan Feifan’s chopsticks kept reaching for only two or three of the dishes on the table, but he hadn’t touched a single one of the many pastries she had spent all morning painstakingly buying.

Zhao Xiaoting felt hurt, wronged, and angry.

"Yan Feifan, do you dislike me, or do you dislike the pastries I bought? How come you haven’t eaten a single piece?"

Yan Feifan looked at Zhao Xiaoting’s pouting face and explained with a light chuckle, "I don’t dislike either. It’s just that I can’t eat them right now."

"Why not?"

Zhao Xiaoting said anxiously, "Feifan, look at this watermelon jelly! It’s chilled. I brought it in a special insulated container."

"It won’t taste good if it gets warm."

"And this kidney bean roll! The shop clerk said it has to be eaten quickly. In an hour or two, it’ll dry out and crack, and the texture won’t be good."

Yan Feifan smiled and explained, "It’s because I have a surgery later. These pastries have many different ingredients, and possibly a lot of additives. Plus, some of them are chilled."

"It would be bad if I had an allergic reaction or an upset stomach."

"So, before surgery, I only eat foods that I’ve eaten before and are less likely to cause any issues."

"I’ll try these pastries after my surgery is over."

Realization dawned on Zhao Xiaoting. "Oh," she said. "No wonder you originally invited me for dinner. I’m the one who came early."

"Hehe, in that case, I’ll eat this watermelon jelly and kidney bean roll myself! Heehee..."

Yan Feifan’s explanation left a deep impression on Yu Nanxing.

’Yan Feifan’s current medical achievements aren’t just due to his God-given genius brain.’

’His attention to detail is something an ordinary doctor could never match...’

While Yan Feifan and the others were having lunch, Baining Hospital had already begun the online live stream of Wang Zenglin’s surgery.

Of course, this broadcast wasn’t for the general public, but was primarily for medical professionals across the country.

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