“Thank you, thank you so much. I would have been in real trouble otherwise…”

The young woman—dressed in a sky-blue tracksuit with her straight, light-red hair tied in a high ponytail—thanked him profusely as she used the strength of Yan Feifan’s arm to pull herself upright.

“Thank… oh, ah, it’s you!”

“You’re the one, that one…”

Yan Feifan watched the woman before him, her eyes shining and her face a mask of pleasant surprise. She had the panicked look of someone who recognized a person but couldn’t quite recall their name. He couldn’t help but think to himself.

‘What an actress!’

‘If my memory of you weren’t so fresh, I might have actually been fooled.’

Playing along, Yan Feifan introduced himself, “I’m Yan Feifan, a doctor at this hospital.”

The woman slapped her forehead. “The famous genius doctor, the best plastic surgeon in China.”

“Mr. Yan, I’ve heard so much about you. The only reason I couldn’t call out your name when I saw you was because I was just too excited, too thrilled.”

“Mr. Yan, I’m telling the truth, I’m not lying. I really am very familiar with you, and I admire you…”

Seeing her look so anxious she was on the verge of tears, Yan Feifan nodded. “I believe you. I believe that you know who I am.”

“That’s a memory lapse. Medically, it’s called the Clarke Phenomenon. It happens when the circulatory pathways of memory neurons become temporarily blocked, obstructing your thoughts. This makes knowledge stored in the brain impossible to retrieve or apply for a short period, like a short circuit paralyzing the entire memory pathway.”

“As long as this kind of momentary amnesia doesn’t happen often, there’s no need to worry.”

After giving a thoroughly professional explanation, Yan Feifan glanced down at the woman’s left foot, which was in a sneaker.

“Is your ankle okay?”

The woman rotated her left foot and shook her head. “It’s fine, it’s fine. I was just distracted and accidentally tripped over my own feet.”

She brushed a few stray strands of hair from her forehead and bowed slightly. “Mr. Yan, thank you again for just now.”

“If you hadn’t caught me in time, my face would have scraped the ground. I might have been disfigured.”

Yan Feifan smiled. “You would’ve scraped some skin, at most.”

After a two-second pause, he spoke again, “I have work to do. Goodbye!”

Then, without giving her a chance to respond, Yan Feifan turned and walked away.

But he had only taken a few steps before the woman caught up to him.

“Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan! My name is Ji Meng. May I have a few minutes of your time?”

Hearing this, Yan Feifan stopped, turned to face Ji Meng, and said flatly, “You have two minutes.”

Ji Meng stood up straight, took a deep breath, and said, “Mr. Yan, I just graduated from the Binhai Film and Television Academy in July. I’m Zhao Xiaoting’s senior.”

“Mr. Yan, I’ve truly admired you from afar for a long time. I would like to ask you to perform plastic surgery on me.”

This answer disappointed Yan Feifan.

He had imagined that this person, who had gone to such lengths to meet him, must be pleading for him to save a family member, a lover, or a friend.

He never expected she was just asking for plastic surgery for herself.

Any illusion of a grand, selfless quest evaporated in an instant.

Yan Feifan didn’t let the look of disdain show on his face as he sized her up.

Ji Meng, wearing exquisite but light makeup, had an oval face, almond-shaped eyes, and a relatively straight nose, though the tip was a little wide.

Her lips were on the fuller side, giving her a hint of sensuality.

Overall, Ji Meng was quite pretty—a beauty who would score at least a ninety out of a hundred.

Yan Feifan spoke bluntly, “You’re what anyone would call pretty. You’re the kind of beauty many guys dream of. There’s no need for plastic surgery.”

Ji Meng gave a bitter smile. “Mr. Yan, I may be considered pretty in the eyes of an average person, but in the entertainment industry, which is flooded with beauties, my looks are merely average.”

“Mr. Yan, for a female artist in the entertainment industry, being pretty is just the basic requirement.”

“To succeed, you need resources, connections, luck, acting skills, and so on. They’re all indispensable.”

Ji Meng noticed Yan Feifan glance at his watch and quickly sped up her speech.

“Mr. Yan, when one of those conditions reaches an extreme—or even the pinnacle of perfection—it becomes very easy to attract attention and achieve great success.”

“Mr. Yan, I have no resources and no connections.”

“As for my acting, although I was professionally trained and I’m confident that I’m not bad, I’m not so good that every frown, every smile, every single strand of hair tells a story. I’m not at the level where directors and audiences find me unforgettable at first sight.”

“So, my idea is to use your superb surgical skills, Mr. Yan, to make me beautiful to the extreme.”

“Beautiful to the extreme?” Yan Feifan was a little confused.

“Yes, beautiful to the extreme!”

Ji Meng emphasized her point, took her phone out of her pocket, and pulled up a photo to show Yan Feifan.

“Mr. Yan, I saw this on a website. It’s supposedly the most beautiful woman, computer-generated based on the aesthetic standards of us Chinese people.”

“Look, don’t you think I bear a slight resemblance to her?”

Yan Feifan glanced at the phone screen. It showed a beautiful woman with large, almond-shaped eyes and an oval face, her image possessing a slightly ethereal beauty. He did indeed notice a two- or three-tenths resemblance to Ji Meng.

“Ji Meng, just as there are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand people’s eyes, this so-called ‘ultimate beauty’ is different according to each person’s standards.”

“A number one beauty acknowledged by the vast majority of people is an impossibility.”

Ji Meng nodded. “Mr. Yan, I am well aware of that.”

“There is no objective standard for beauty.”

She gave a self-deprecating laugh. “I’m a woman, and I understand women. If I really became the publicly acknowledged number one beauty, I would definitely become the public enemy of every other female star. It would be impossible to succeed in the entertainment industry.”

After a moment’s pause, Ji Meng said slowly, “Although there’s no objective standard for beauty, I also know that every man has a fantasy of his own most beautiful woman.”

“Just like how we girls all have a perfect Prince Charming.”

Ji Meng spun around gracefully, met Yan Feifan’s eyes, and said, “Mr. Yan, with my physical features as a starting point, would it be possible to bring the ultimate beauty in your heart to life?”

Yan Feifan smiled.

This Ji Meng was interesting. A clever girl, too. With just a few simple words, she had stoked Yan Feifan’s competitive spirit.

“Ji Meng, my surgical fees aren’t cheap.”

Ji Meng gave a light laugh and once again brushed her hair back.

“Mr. Yan, I know, and I understand completely. Your skills in plastic surgery are absolutely worth the price.”

“It’s just that I’m very poor right now and can’t afford that much.”

“Mr. Yan, how about we make a deal?”

“As for the surgical fee… what if I owe it to you for now and pay you back in installments from my future earnings?”

Ji Meng said with a confident tone, “Mr. Yan, with the ultimate beauty you create for me, combined with my acting skills, intelligence, and ambition, I can’t say for certain that I’ll achieve dazzling success in the entertainment industry in the near future, but the probability is quite high.”

“Mr. Yan, how about you treat it as a venture capital investment?”

Yan Feifan chuckled and casually pointed to Feng Jian beside him. “Give him your contact information.”

“Someone will be in touch with you later…”

Yan Feifan had come to the neurosurgery department this time simply to check on the sole surviving test monkey and the status of several lab mice.

Judging from the data collected over this period, their infrasound resonance stimulation therapy was a success, with no obvious negative side effects discovered yet.

While Yan Feifan was examining the test monkey, he received a call from Song Yi.

“Feifan, Mr. Sun wants to come to the hospital after work to test the hypnosis frequency. He’s asking if you’re available.”

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