Chapter 683: Chapter 682: A Beautiful Offer

Around lunchtime, Yan Feifan returned to his office in the Little Red House and met a woman from the United States named Berry Hackman.

It had to be said that the figures of people from Europe and America were more pronounced than those of Asians.

The blonde, blue-eyed beauty before him, dressed in form-fitting jeans and a snug blouse, was a prime example. She had a classic hourglass figure.

Moreover, her chiseled features were quite attractive. At first glance, she bore a striking resemblance to the Hollywood star Scarlett Johansson.

As for her flaws, in Yan Feifan’s opinion, it was the typically larger frame of people from Europe and America. She looked a bit robust, not quite delicate and graceful.

Also, compared to the Chinese, her skin wasn’t as fine-textured.

Yan Feifan stopped sizing her up and shifted his gaze to the handwritten English letter in his hand.

This letter was from the widow of Dr. Kim Hackman, who had unexpectedly died in the recent accident.

The letter stated that Berry was her husband’s beloved niece and was also quite talented in the field of medicine.

She had graduated with honors from Merlin Medical College in the United States, interned at the Meilin Clinic, and successfully obtained her medical license.

She asked Mr. Yan to provide Berry with whatever help he could, for the sake of Dr. Hakeman, who had shared the unfortunate accident with him but had tragically passed away.

Yan Feifan put down the letter, feeling conflicted.

He recalled calling Dr. Hakeman’s wife to offer his condolences, and he had indeed said that he would do his best if she ever needed help.

At the time, Yan Feifan had been referring to help with personal hardships or similar difficulties; he’d never imagined he would be asked to take on a student from the Hakman Family.

"Miss Hackman..."

"Mr. Yan, please just call me Berry!"

Yan Feifan obliged. "Berry, first of all, thank you for thinking so highly of me, flying all the way from the United States to find me."

"But I’m afraid I’m going to have to disappoint you."

"My brain tumor puncture and injection technique is more of a natural gift. I honestly don’t know how to teach it to anyone."

"If you don’t believe me, you’re welcome to observe one of my relevant procedures..."

Berry smiled brightly. "Mr. Yan, I think you’ve misunderstood. I didn’t come to China to learn your puncture and injection technique."

"I’m also aware that your technique is based on an intricate understanding of human anatomy and the brain, as well as precise control during surgery."

"That’s a skill that can’t be taught."

"Mr. Yan, what I want to learn from you is your plastic surgery technique."

"Plastic surgery technique?!"

Yan Feifan felt a wave of relief at her answer, but also some confusion.

"Berry, most of the world’s top plastic surgeons are concentrated in Hollywood."

"You’re from the Hakman Family, and you’re highly qualified yourself. It shouldn’t be difficult for you to find a renowned plastic surgeon in Hollywood to study under, right?"

Berry nodded. "It would be quite easy for me to study and work at a well-known plastic surgery clinic in Hollywood."

"However, they’re just top-tier. They aren’t the best."

"Mr. Yan, I’ve carefully studied all of your plastic surgeries, and I was amazed to discover..."

Berry’s face was a mask of exaggerated disbelief.

"Mr. Yan, without using any external fillers or substances, just by adjusting muscle, skin, and bone, you create breathtakingly perfect results."

"No other plastic surgeon can do that."

"Mr. Yan, I want to learn this technique from you—the one that achieves cosmetic results without relying on any foreign materials."

Berry’s words were music to Yan Feifan’s ears, and he found them very gratifying.

Yan Feifan’s guiding principle in plastic surgery had always been to avoid using foreign fillers.

After all, no matter how biocompatible a material was, to the sensitive human body, it was still a foreign object and would always be met with some degree of rejection.

There was also a considerable risk of infection and discomfort.

Furthermore, the use of artificial materials would, to some extent, always look and feel unnatural.

Yan Feifan smiled. "Berry, the main reason I try to avoid artificial fillers comes down to my intricate knowledge of human anatomy and the fine precision of my surgical technique."

"Those two fundamentals aren’t easy to teach, either!"

Berry stood up and straightened her posture. "Mr. Yan, only by learning from the best can I become even better and have a hope of one day surpassing them."

"Mr. Yan, I’ve come to learn from you in all sincerity."

At this, Berry seemed to gather herself for a moment, then said in heavily accented Chinese, "Teacher, please accept me as your disciple!"

As she spoke, her knees hit the ground with a THUD.

The sudden genuflection startled Yan Feifan.

"Berry, what are you doing? Get up, quickly."

Berry explained in English, "In China, don’t you have to perform this kneeling ceremony to formally become a disciple?"

Yan Feifan quickly explained, "That traditional kneeling etiquette is no longer practiced."

"Berry, please get up."

Berry let out an "Oh," scrambled up from the floor, and rubbed her knees with a wince.

"Mr. Yan, so you agree to take me as your student, right?"

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Yan Feifan said thoughtfully, "Berry, you’ve come all this way, so it wouldn’t be right for me to refuse you outright."

"How about this? You can stay in my research lab for a while."

"Let’s say a month. During that time, you can get to know me, the Affiliated Hospital, and China better."

"And I’ll get to know you as well."

"Then, once we have a better understanding of each other, we can make a final decision. How does that sound?"

Beaming, Berry replied, "Okay, Mr. Yan!"

Seeing they had an agreement, Yan Feifan turned his gaze to the connecting door to the next office and shouted, "Stop hiding in there and eavesdropping! Get in here!"

His words had barely faded when the door swung open.

Immediately after, the four of them—Yu Beihua, Pan Jichuan, Zhu Jian, and Li Tianlin—were shoved inside by some unseen force.

Seeing the four of them scrambling to strike what they presumably thought were handsome poses, Yan Feifan felt a surge of contempt. He ordered, "You must have heard. Berry will be staying in the research lab for a while."

"You guys can help her get settled in..."

After the four fawning men had led Berry into the adjacent office, Shi Min approached Yan Feifan with a serious expression.

"Feifan, I heard about the lab rat incident. And now, a beautiful doctor who looks like a Hollywood actress suddenly appears."

"Feifan, the security issue..."

Yan Feifan sighed. "Mr. Shi, I have it under control. I’ll ask the relevant authorities to run a background check on this American."

Shi Min nodded lightly. "As long as you’re on top of it!"

After a pause, he asked, "Feifan, the establishment of our research lab is a major event."

"Should we set a date to invite the hospital leadership, the departments we’re close with, our partner organizations, and your friends to come and celebrate?"

Yan Feifan shook his head firmly. "Mr. Shi, that’s completely unnecessary. It’s just a small research lab."

"Let’s wait until our lab has grown into a full-fledged research institute or center, or until we’ve made a major scientific breakthrough."

Shi Min knew Yan Feifan was just trying to avoid the hassle and chuckled. "Alright. I don’t think that day is too far off, though..."

Just then, Yan Feifan’s cell phone rang.

It was a call from Zeng Ni.

"Feifan, after a cutthroat bidding war, those two plastic surgery slots have finally been claimed."

"One went for 3.88 million, the other for 3.66 million. What do you think?"

"Aren’t those some beautiful numbers?"

Yan Feifan chuckled. "The bids are decent enough. I won’t ask how much your personal cut is."

"Do you have their files?"

"Heh heh, already sent to your inbox."

Zeng Ni replied, then added boastfully, "Feifan, let me tell you something else. With the tireless help of myself and Shang Xiaorong, that confidante of yours, Zhao Xiaoting, successfully landed the lead role in a historical drama."

"How about it? Care to reward me with another slot?"

Yan Feifan snorted. "Let me correct you. Zhao Xiaoting is my friend, not my ’confidante.’"

"Considering you’re spouting nonsense, you should be glad I’m not punishing you. And you still want a reward? What’s going through your head...?"

After ending the call with Zeng Ni, Yan Feifan stood up. "Mr. Shi, let’s go get some lunch."

"We can discuss anything else while we eat..."

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