Chapter 749: Chapter 748: A Very Bad Feeling

Although Yan Feifan finished the right hand restoration surgery on the eighteen-year-old Youth after 8:00 PM, and his conversation with Tang Qing only took about ten minutes, he didn’t return to his residence at Zuimo Court until after 11:00 PM.

He still had one more task to complete.

The second round of experimental treatment for four patients in a deep coma—infrasound resonance stimulation.

After close observation from Saturday until now, the four patients whose brainstems had shown a strong resonance reaction had not exhibited any abnormal changes.

No changes had occurred, neither good nor bad.

Originally, according to the plan Yan Feifan and Dr. Qiu Ge had made, they were supposed to perform the second round of experimental stimulation treatment around the end of the workday.

However, a major emergency occurred today. A large number of casualties were sent to the hospital all at once, leaving neither Yan Feifan nor Qiu Ge with any free time.

This was the reality for frontline clinicians: they had a time to clock in, but no time to clock out.

"May the world be free from sickness; what regret is there if medicine on the shelf gathers dust?" This was the grand aspiration of many great and benevolent physicians.

But the reality was that the number of patients was ever-increasing, and accidents and emergencies were a constant, endless stream...

The second experimental treatment for these four people began at 8:20 PM, once again in the neurosurgery lab.

In the first experimental treatment, they had found a suitable infrasound resonance stimulation frequency for each of them.

But during the second treatment, something happened that took both Yan Feifan and Qiu Ge by surprise.

While Patient One, Lv Xing’s father, was undergoing the infrasound resonance stimulation at a frequency of 19.43 hertz, the brainwave monitor clearly showed six bright spots appearing in his brainstem, and their area was gradually expanding.

However, the brightness of these spots, as well as their rate of expansion, were significantly reduced compared to the day before yesterday.

Yan Feifan tried adjusting the stimulation frequency.

Ultimately, when the frequency was adjusted to 19.45 hertz, the intensity of the bright spots and their rate of expansion returned to a level comparable to the first session.

Of the next three patients, one’s resonance frequency did not change, while the frequencies for the other two had to be adjusted.

The adjustments were quite small, however. One was increased by 0.01 hertz, while the other was decreased by 0.01 hertz.

Adjusting the frequency and applying the resonance stimulation only took about six or seven minutes.

But after the stimulation, each patient needed to remain in the lab for another twenty to thirty minutes of close observation.

That was why Feng Jian didn’t drive Yan Feifan back to Zuimo Court until after 11:00 PM.

After returning home and quickly washing up, Yan Feifan stepped out of the bathroom to find Duan Yu bringing him a glass of warm water.

Yu Suye, who had returned just after 8:00 PM, brought him his dinner, acting like a doting young wife.

"Mrs. Lan made this dinner. I just heated it up in the microwave. I know it’s not fresh, Feifan, but it’ll have to do."

Yan Feifan looked at the four dishes and a soup, plus a bowl of rice, that had been set aside for him in small bowls. He chuckled. "I’m not that picky."

"Back when I lived at Happiness Garden, I often didn’t have time to cook, so I ate instant noodles and frozen food all the time."

Yu Suye giggled. "Times have changed. You’re practically a national treasure now, so of course you deserve first-class, attentive service."

After a pause, she added, "Mrs. Lan finishes cooking and has to leave before 7:00 PM."

"Feifan, you often come home late, well after seven. Should we find a live-in housekeeper?"

Yan Feifan swallowed a mouthful of food with some soup and said, "Mrs. Lan’s cooking is pretty good."

"It’s not easy to find a good housekeeper. Let’s just see how things go with her for a while longer before deciding."

Yan Feifan added, "Besides, I don’t come home late all that often."

At this, Yu Suye pouted...

After dinner, Duan Yu volunteered to wash the dishes.

Yan Feifan sat on the living room sofa, chatting with Yu Suye while he digested his food...

"We’re scheduling two penile reconstruction surgeries for the National Day holiday?"

Yu Suye hummed in agreement. "It’s mainly because Mr. Chen has been very busy lately and won’t have time until the National Day holiday."

"What about you, Feifan?"

Yan Feifan gave a light smile. "Holidays don’t mean much to me. My routine surgical schedule won’t be reduced by a single case."

"Only the weekends mean anything to me."

He then reminded her, "I’ll be gradually stepping away from these penile reconstruction surgeries, and we can’t guarantee Mr. Chen will always be available either."

"Su Ye, you’ll need to find one or two assistants to help you with the surgery."

"Feifan, I was just about to bring that up!"

Yu Suye shifted her position, propping an elbow on the back of the sofa and resting her chin in her hand. She leaned back against two stacked throw pillows.

"Mr. Hai asked if the Yu Family could send someone to learn the penile reconstruction surgery from me."

"Also, that friend of yours, Dr. Zhao Dongsheng, has mentioned to me a few times lately that he’s interested in getting involved."

"Zhao Dongsheng?"

Yan Feifan repeated the name, then asked with a hint of confusion, "Why didn’t he just ask me?"

Yu Suye smiled. "I asked him that. He said, half-jokingly..."

"He said the gap between you and the rest of them is just too wide now, and you’re so busy that they feel bad about bothering you."

Her words made Yan Feifan fall silent.

It was true. He hadn’t sat down to talk with Zhao Dongsheng, Qiou Junfeng, and Lin Qian in a very long time, even though they had forged a life-and-death bond during the disaster relief efforts in Sichuan.

Yu Suye said softly, "That’s just life. As you get older and your circumstances change, you drift apart from some old friends, but you make new ones too."

"Besides, it’s not your fault that you’ve drifted apart."

Yan Feifan sighed softly. "All my life, I’ve never had any classmates I could really connect with."

"As for friends..."

Yan Feifan sighed again. "I don’t think I’m cut out for making friends. I’m too passive.

"But enough about that."

"About Zhao Dongsheng..."

Yan Feifan said after a moment of thought, "His technique might be a bit lacking, but he’s a hard worker. Diligence can make up for a lack of natural talent."

"If he studies under you and Mr. Chen for a while, he’ll be more than capable of handling the assistant’s role."

"As for the Yu Family sending someone to learn?"

Yan Feifan stated his position clearly. "I have no personal objection, but you’ll need Mr. Chen’s approval for that."

Yu Suye chuckled mischievously. "I’ll find a chance to sound out Mr. Chen about it..."

The two chatted casually for a little longer. As it neared midnight, they washed up and returned to their respective rooms.

Lying in bed, Yan Feifan felt exhausted but not the least bit sleepy.

He stubbornly tried to recall the fleeting spark of inspiration he’d had on the basketball court the night before—the one he’d failed to grasp...

In a daze, Yan Feifan found himself back on that loud, bustling basketball court.

He looked at the basketball in his hands, then at the hoop seven or eight meters away, and settled into a standard shooting stance from memory.

’Distance, an estimated 7.85 meters.’

’Shooting arc, fifty-five degrees.’

Yan Feifan ran through a few more mental simulations. Once he had confirmed the required force, he released the ball.

The basketball traced a graceful, high arc through the air, its trajectory aimed perfectly at the center of the hoop.

Just then, a crosswind gusted.

The ball veered wildly off course—a complete airball!

Yan Feifan was furious...

He snapped his eyes open, only to find his room flooded with light.

Yan Feifan glanced up at the digital clock on his desk.

The digits 06 and 58 came into view.

’What the hell? How is it already morning? It felt like I just blinked!’

The feeling was unsettling. His body felt heavy, as if he hadn’t rested at all.

It felt as if the past five or six hours had been stolen from him...

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