Overpowered Resident Doctor

Chapter 399: Chapter 398: Control

In Yan Feifan’s plan, Tang Qing’s directional cosmetic surgery would be completed in three stages.

Today’s operation was mainly to reshape the facial bones and perform a rough adjustment of the facial muscles.

The second surgery would focus on shaping important areas like the eyes, nose, mouth, chin, and cheeks.

The third surgery would be for fine-tuning and addressing any remaining imperfections.

The three surgeries were expected to span a period of six months.

Today’s surgery was estimated to take seven and a half hours.

The facial bones can be considered the foundation of one’s features and appearance.

Although Yan Feifan had a thorough understanding of Ah Yimu’s facial bone structure and musculature, this time he wasn’t reshaping Tang Qing’s facial bones to be an exact replica of Ah Yimu’s.

Muscle memory developed over twenty or thirty years is incredibly powerful.

Moreover, differences in personal habits also have a significant impact on one’s appearance.

Even identical twins, if raised separately from a young age in regions with vastly different diets, customs, and natural environments, would have faces that, while generally similar, would inevitably show significant differences in detail after ten or twenty years.

Yan Feifan needed to guide the process, leveraging Tang Qing’s muscle memory to let her features slowly and automatically correct themselves toward Ah Yimu’s appearance.

Therefore, the direction of Tang Qing’s facial bone reshaping differed from Ah Yimu’s in numerous details.

To design the most suitable surgical plan, Yan Feifan had burned through quite a few brain cells over the past few days.

Especially after obtaining the most detailed reference data from Ah Yimu in the early hours of yesterday morning, Yan Feifan had been using every spare moment to simulate and refine the surgical plan in his mind’s eye.

It had even left him feeling a bit dizzy, mentally foggy, and nauseous.

Yan Feifan also realized for the first time that what Mr. Yu had said was no exaggeration.

’If I keep going like this, my brain might just go on strike one day, my heart could stop, and poof, I’d be dead.’

’My wonderful life has only just begun.’

Taking this to heart, Yan Feifan decided that from now on, he would eat well, drink well, get proper rest, and focus on getting his body back in shape.

However, for the upcoming surgery, the ever-perfectionistic Yan Feifan still had to push himself to the absolute limit...

The surgery had been underway for over an hour. In the observation gallery, Ling Weidong, who was closely watching Yan Feifan’s surgical technique, slowly nodded.

"Mr. Wang, your genius student’s work is remarkably steady, precise, and decisive."

"Just now, when he was cutting and shaping the orbital bone, a few quick moves—CRUNCH, CRUNCH—and in three or four minutes, he finished what would take me thirty or forty."

"That efficiency is truly..."

Ling Weidong then asked with some doubt, "Mr. Wang, aren’t you worried that his work might be a bit simple and crude, doing it like that?"

"If he slowed down a bit, the quality should improve significantly."

Wang Chuan chuckled softly and said, "Mr. Ling, you’re famous in the industry for your meticulous, slow-and-steady approach."

"Feifan’s technique may seem rough, but the results are by no means less refined than yours!"

Ling Weidong let out a surprised "Oh?" and looked up again at the large screen displaying the live feed.

"The camera is still a bit too far away. I can’t see the post-procedural details clearly enough."

Ling Weidong complained about the camera angle, then suddenly realized something and asked for confirmation, "Mr. Wang, don’t tell me this is his usual operating speed?"

"He completed the previous few surgeries like this too?"

Wang Chuan nodded ostentatiously and replied with a smile, "This is Feifan’s consistent style—a perfect combination of speed and precision."

"In either aspect, he far surpasses his peers in the industry."

Ling Weidong was silent for a moment, then said slowly, "In that case, I must admit, I am his inferior."

"Once your prized student gains a bit more experience, the title of ’top scalpel in plastic surgery’ will undoubtedly be his."

Wang Chuan beamed, but said with a hint of regret, "His ambitions don’t lie here. After my daughter’s surgery is done, he’ll be focusing his main efforts elsewhere."

Ling Weidong was also somewhat aware of the matter concerning Wang Chuan’s daughter.

"With Mr. Yan being so exceptionally brilliant, Yanyan’s facial recovery is just around the corner. That’s truly wonderful news."

After offering his good wishes, Ling Weidong added in a mock-exaggerated tone, "It’s a good thing Mr. Yan’s ambitions aren’t here."

"With him around, the rest of us probably wouldn’t be able to make a living."

Wang Chuan said, not at all modestly, "That’s right. You should be secretly celebrating."

"If Feifan were to stay and develop his career at the plastic surgery center, in three years at most, we’d be the undisputed number one in the industry."

Ling Weidong put on a serious expression and said, "Mr. Wang, I have to call you out on this."

"You can’t be so selfish."

"We have to look at things from the perspective of the advancement of medicine as a whole. Even as a plastic surgeon myself, I have to say, it would be extremely irresponsible to let a doctor with such medical genius as Mr. Yan waste his talent in our field of plastic surgery."

This remark earned Ling Weidong a scornful look from Wang Chuan...

After the banter, Wang Chuan said in a low voice, "Speed and precision aren’t even Feifan’s greatest strengths."

"He has a hidden ace up his sleeve?" Ling Weidong asked in surprise.

Wang Chuan said mysteriously, "Keep watching and you’ll find out..."

During the more than seven-hour-long surgery, the doctors who came to observe were a revolving door, coming and going for various reasons, with several groups cycling through.

Wang Chuan also had to return to the plastic surgery center to handle some work, so he left a little after eleven in the morning.

However, a dozen or so people did stay the entire time without leaving.

They even ate lunch there, munching on cookies or hamburgers they had prepared in advance, or simple meals brought by colleagues or friends.

At nearly three in the afternoon, Wang Chuan returned to the surgical observation area and was surprised to find that Ling Weidong still hadn’t left.

"Mr. Ling, are you planning to stick around so I have to buy you dinner?"

Ling Weidong turned to look at Wang Chuan, who had sat down beside him, and stretched his somewhat stiff body.

"I know what Mr. Yan’s greatest strength is now."

Ling Weidong pointed at Yan Feifan in the operating room and said, "The surgery is nearing its end now. During this whole time, he only took two ten-minute breaks to rest and stretch a bit."

"The rest of the time, Mr. Yan has been operating."

"Even after going for over six hours, his hand movements still show no signs of slowing down or losing form, just as they were at the beginning."

"Mr. Yan’s sustained precision and efficiency demonstrate that his control over his own body has reached a frightening level."

"But that’s not even the most terrifying part..."

Ling Weidong said with disbelief, "This indicates one thing: the entire surgery, along with his own physical condition, is all within Mr. Yan’s meticulous plan and control."

"This is absolutely astonishing."

"A surgery of over seven hours is bound to have minor accidents and unexpected situations, but in Mr. Yan’s hands, it’s as if everything is following a pre-written program, proceeding step by step."

"How does Mr. Yan do it?"

"He isn’t some kind of humanoid robot from an alien civilization, is he?"

Wang Chuan let out a breath and said with a sigh, "I don’t know how Feifan does it either. But he just does."

"Every time he operates, he gives you this incredible sense of security, as if everything in the operating room is under his complete control."

Ling Weidong couldn’t help but nod in agreement. "Now that you mention it, I get that feeling too." freēwēbnovel.com

"The impression Mr. Yan gives is that he’s as steady as a rock."

"Hey, Mr. Wang, I have a client..."

Wang Chuan cut him off. "Mr. Ling, stop, stop!"

"Your client is your problem to solve. Feifan won’t be taking on any freelance cases for the next six months..."