Chapter 654: Chapter 653: Suitable Candidate

At 8:20 PM, the macroglossia correction surgery on a thirteen-year-old boy, led by Dr. Peng Zhanghua, had been underway for over an hour.

As the surgical assistant, Yan Feifan was performing his duties to help Dr. Peng while simultaneously comparing the doctor’s techniques to the surgical plan he had simulated in his mind.

The main purpose of this surgery was to correct a tongue that was excessively wide and thick.

There were also some old scars on the tip of the boy’s tongue, all self-inflicted from biting.

Over the past hour of surgery, Yan Feifan had noticed a few areas in Dr. Peng’s technique that were debatable.

This was not to say Dr. Peng’s methods were wrong.

It was just that, in Yan Feifan’s view, his own approach would have yielded slightly better postoperative results.

However, as an observer there to learn, Yan Feifan wisely kept his suggestions to himself.

This was not the time or place for him, a junior in this context, to be making corrections.

Yan Feifan devoted himself to his duties as a surgical assistant, ensuring the lead surgeon’s movements were as smooth as possible.

He could tell that Dr. Peng had deliberately slowed his hand movements and made them more meticulous for his benefit, allowing him to observe and learn more easily.

Still, when compared to the surgical instruction videos by the venerable Guo Qi, Yan Feifan objectively assessed Dr. Peng’s skill level to be a notch lower.

However, this didn’t mean Yan Feifan hadn’t learned anything.

On the contrary, he had benefited a great deal.

Surgical instruction videos, due to camera angles, resolution, and editing, often glossed over many minor details.

Observing this surgery live and in its entirety allowed Yan Feifan to fill in those gaps.

Besides, Dr. Peng was not without his own unique strengths.

At the very least, through further simulation and analysis, Yan Feifan identified twenty-three points of difference, and in five of those instances, Dr. Peng’s approach was actually more rational.

One of them even gave Yan Feifan a moment of sudden clarity, making him think, ’So you can do it like that...’

At 9:10 PM, after more than three hours, the macroglossia correction surgery concluded.

Dr. Peng had his other assistant handle the remaining post-operative tasks and led Yan Feifan out of the operating room.

Once outside, Dr. Peng removed his mask and rubber gloves, then started taking off his surgical gown.

He sized up Yan Feifan, who was doing the same, and couldn’t help but remark with admiration, "I’m finding that truly exceptional people can excel in any position they’re in."

"Mr. Yan, to be honest, this is by far the smoothest and most satisfying macroglossia correction I’ve ever performed."

"For our first time working together, you coordinated with me seamlessly. It’s a small glimpse, but it speaks volumes..."

"Mr. Yan, you’re incredible!"

Dr. Peng’s praise was twenty percent courtesy and eighty percent genuine.

The role of a surgical assistant truly isn’t something anyone can do well. It requires one to reactively support the lead surgeon, demanding a high degree of professional skill, foresight, and keen observation.

A good surgical assistant allows the lead surgeon to operate with ease and comfort, even helping them finish the surgery more efficiently.

That’s why once a lead surgeon and an assistant have developed good chemistry, they often stick together for years.

Tonight’s surgery let Dr. Peng experience what a truly seamless operation felt like.

Whenever a need arose during the operation, Yan Feifan would act at the perfect moment, never requiring a verbal command from Dr. Peng or causing the slightest pause in his movements.

Most importantly, this was their first time collaborating.

As the lead surgeon, Dr. Peng could stick to his own methods without making any adjustments.

But Yan Feifan, as the assistant, had no choice but to adapt himself to proactively anticipate and support him.

For a doctor accustomed to being the lead surgeon, making such adjustments is extremely difficult.

Yet throughout the entire procedure, Yan Feifan didn’t make a single error, perfectly fulfilling his responsibilities as a surgical assistant.

This showcased Yan Feifan’s immense professionalism and self-control, leaving Dr. Peng deeply impressed.

At the same time, this also showed Dr. Peng Yan Feifan’s humility and sincerity, which put him very much at ease.

Dr. Peng then added, "Mr. Yan, is there anything you’d like to ask about the procedure?"

Given the opening, Yan Feifan certainly wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip by.

"Dr. Peng, I do have a few questions I’d like to discuss."

"At the eighteen-minute, twenty-second mark of the surgery, Dr. Peng, when you were treating the intrinsic muscles at the anterior of the tongue..."

Once Yan Feifan started, he spoke fluently and at length, laying out all the questions that had accumulated in his mind.

He even offered his own suggestions for how to handle those situations.

"AHEM, Mr. Yan, hold on a second."

Dr. Peng interrupted Yan Feifan, saying a bit awkwardly, "Mr. Yan, I’m getting old. I don’t have your photographic memory."

"How about this: organize your questions and your suggested approaches, then send them to my email."

"I’ll review them slowly when I get back."

Yan Feifan agreed...

After changing in the locker room, Yan Feifan bid farewell to Dr. Peng, and then Feng Jian drove him back to Zuimo Court.

During the drive, which took just over ten minutes, Yan Feifan dictated the questions and discussion points for Dr. Peng.

He then converted the audio file to text, quickly corrected a few typos, and sent it to Dr. Peng.

By the time he had done all this, Yan Feifan was at the door to his home.

He pushed the door open and found that Wang Chuan was there as well...

"Feifan, about that superstar Tian Jinliang—I reached out through various connections, but it turns out no one is particularly close to him."

Wang Chuan suggested, "Without a really close connection, relying on a chain of acquaintances won’t be very effective. It would be more straightforward to approach him directly through an advertising agency and negotiate."

Yan Feifan grunted in agreement. "I’ll let Song Yi know. I’ll have her contact him through an ad agency."

He took the glass of milk Yu Suye handed him and drank half of it before he heard Wang Chuan ask with concern, "How is that patient in the vegetative state?"

"His brain function is deteriorating. Can it be controlled?"

Yan Feifan set down his glass of milk. "This afternoon, I went over all of the patient’s test results. I also discussed the case with Dr. Qiu and several senior experts in neurology and neurosurgery."

"We’ve basically confirmed it. The guy is suffering from diffuse brain damage caused by infrasound."

"The tissue biopsy results show that his brain cells are undergoing irreversible functional atrophy."

At this, Yan Feifan sighed softly. "Based on the current situation, the patient’s cognitive deterioration is still accelerating."

"It’s still hard to say what the outcome will be."

"Aside from reinforcing his nutrition, we don’t have many good treatment options. The patient’s cognitive level might regress to that of a five or six-year-old."

Wang Chuan nodded. "If his mind really regresses to that of a five or six-year-old, then this will be classified as a serious injury in the forensic assessment."

"That means Xv Fang might actually be facing jail time."

"He deserves it."

Yan Ziruo, who was standing nearby, chimed in indignantly, then added with a hint of schadenfreude, "He dared to steal our Feifan’s research findings. This is karma."

Yan Feifan shot his sister a look, then sighed again. "Xv Fang made his own contribution, too. This whole incident has been a major wake-up call for us."

"Infrasound has strong penetrative power and wide diffraction, making precise, targeted stimulation nearly impossible to achieve."

"The idea of using infrasound to awaken patients from comas might just be a pipe dream..."

Wang Chuan encouraged him, "Feifan, don’t lose heart and give up."

"Targeted precision therapy has always been a major challenge in medicine, as well as an important direction for medical research."

"In fact, your puncture injections fall under the category of targeted precision therapy."

"With a brilliant mind like yours, you’re sure to figure out a way to precisely target the infrasound."

Yan Feifan said hopefully, "I hope so!"

He then thought of something else and changed the subject. "Director, we’ll be moving soon. We’re moving to..."

"The Academician District!"

Wang Chuan finished his sentence for him. "Ziruo told me."

He put on an exaggerated expression. "Damn it, Feifan, I’ve figured it out. You must have descended from the heavens just to crush the spirits of us mere mortals."

"A villa in the Academician District of Binhai University! Do you have any idea how many people dream their whole lives of something like that and never get it?"

Yan Feifan chuckled. "Director, we have a better house now, and you’ve always looked out for me with such care and concern."

"This apartment..."

Wang Chuan interrupted him with a solemn expression. "Feifan, let’s not mix things up. As for this apartment, we’ll stick to our original agreement, whatever that may be."

Yan Feifan smiled again. "Director, you’ve misunderstood my meaning."

"Once Yanyan has recovered, she needs to get out and experience the world more. Living at Phoenix Mountain Villa would be a bit too remote for that."

"Moving back here would be better. Yanyan is familiar with this area, which will make it easier for her to reintegrate."

"As for our agreement..."

Yan Feifan suggested, "We could always settle it with cash."

Wang Chuan couldn’t help but laugh. "Feifan, I really did misunderstand you. You’re earning way more than I am these days, yet you’re still worried about not having enough money."

He paused, looking around the living room, and said thoughtfully, "You’re right. This place is more suitable for Yanyan."

"My plan is to enroll her at Binhai University once she’s recovered. I’m not expecting her to become a top student or anything; it’s just so she can make some friends."

"Living here would certainly be more convenient."

"Feifan, thank you."

Wang Chuan expressed his gratitude, then quickly changed the subject.

"Feifan, I was waiting for you to get back because I’ve thought of the perfect candidate."

A strange smile played on Wang Chuan’s lips. "He’s the perfect person to help you manage your medical team..."

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