At six o’clock on Friday morning, Yan Feifan woke up right on time, got out of bed, and began a vibrant and busy day.

After washing up, he returned to his room to make the final revisions on the hand-drawn anatomical illustration of the vertebral canal tumor that he hadn’t finished the previous night.

Yan Feifan had drawn this tumor illustration based on the MRI images of a cynomolgus monkey’s thoracic vertebral tumor, which Yu Youlian had sent him the night before.

Yan Feifan was taking this so-called competition against the technical staff from Baining Medical Technology quite seriously.

First thing in the morning, he immediately continued his work from the previous night, making the final detailed revisions and checks on the illustration.

At 7:20, Yan Feifan took a picture of the completed illustration of the cynomolgus monkey’s thoracic vertebral tumor and emailed it to Yu Youlian.

At 7:40, after a simple workout, Yan Feifan sat down for breakfast with his sister and Yu Suye.

As they began to eat, Yu Suye eagerly announced, "Ziruo, I’m working the overnight shift in trauma surgery tonight."

"So I won’t be able to make it back for dinner."

Yan Ziruo let out a surprised "Huh?" and asked, baffled, "Why are you suddenly on the night shift?"

She then tried to tempt her, "Su Ye, Xiaoyu is coming over after school today, and Mrs. Du is making a huge feast tonight."

Yu Suye said regretfully, "I guess I’ll have to miss out."

"Feifan went to a lot of trouble to get this night shift for me from Mr. Chen. I have to make sure I do a good job."

Trying to curry favor, Yu Suye peeled a boiled egg for Yan Feifan and said enthusiastically, "I hope we get a few major surgeries tonight so I’ll have a chance to really show what I can do."

Yan Ziruo couldn’t help but laugh. "Most people on the night shift hope for a quiet night, but you? You’re actually hoping for trouble."

Yu Suye chuckled. "I’m doing the night shift for the experience."

"Besides, there will be an associate chief physician and an attending physician on duty too. If not enough trauma patients come in, it might not even be my turn."

Yan Feifan swallowed a mouthful of boiled egg and said calmly, "You don’t have to worry about that."

"When patients are brought in, they’ll definitely give priority to an eager beaver like you to handle things."

"Unless the associate chief physician in charge believes the patient’s condition is too critical and beyond your capabilities."

Yan Ziruo laughed too. "They’re all slick veterans. They’d be thrilled for you to take all the work off their hands, Su Ye."

She touched her nose, which was still covered with medical tape, and looked at Yan Feifan. "Feifan," she complained, "why do I feel like I don’t look that different?"

Yan Feifan couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

"Sis, you look in the mirror every day. You’re bound to have aesthetic fatigue."

"Besides, this was a minor procedure, not a complete overhaul. The results are obviously not going to be that dramatic."

"In a few more days, once the incisions on your face have completely healed, get yourself all dolled up and go hang out with some friends you haven’t seen for a week or two."

"See how they react. Then you’ll get it."

Yan Ziruo huffed, "Fine, we’ll do it your way."

"But if their reactions don’t live up to my expectations..."

Yan Ziruo shook her little fist and threatened, "Feifan, I’ll make sure you get another firsthand experience of what it feels like to be beaten to a pulp by me..."

At 8:20, Yan Feifan arrived at the Affiliated Hospital and dove straight into preparations for the vertebral canal tumor surgery.

The surgery began at 9:10.

After performing the puncture and injection on the patient’s vertebral canal tumor, Yan Feifan informed Director Lo Jun of the waiting time for the ethanol to take effect and the location for the surgical fenestration, then left the operating room.

He rushed over to the plastic surgery center without a moment’s rest to participate in the filming of a feature story about An’an, the little girl with amnesia, being discharged.

Under Xiao Man’s direction, Yan Feifan moved like a marionette, acting out a moving scene with An’an where they hugged, reluctant to part ways.

Throughout the cringeworthy performance, Yan Feifan came to a profound realization.

’This acting thing really isn’t a job for just anyone.’

Fortunately, Xiao Man’s standards weren’t high, and there weren’t many shots to take, so they moved on after a few mediocre takes.

"Mrs. Man, tomorrow is June 1st, Children’s Day. Will this feature be aired then?"

Xiao Man, who was packing up her equipment, chuckled. "Finish filming today and air it tomorrow? How is that possible? This isn’t a news report."

She explained, "Feifan, the theme of this piece is a bit heavy. It’s not suitable for a holiday like Children’s Day."

"Even if everything goes smoothly, it won’t air for another ten days or half a month."

"Besides, I also want to film some shots of Wang Dongdong and An’an after their faces have completely recovered. That will create a strong visual impact for the audience and also serve as a wave of publicity for your plastic surgery center."

Yan Feifan said, "Oh," and added hopefully, "I hope An’an’s parents and family get to see this program too."

Xiao Man sighed, her mood turning somber. "I hope so too. I hope An’an is recognized and that her memory returns."

"More than that, I hope her story is a moving or a sad one, not a heartbreaking one."

"Otherwise, An’an would be better off staying just the way she is."

After a pause, Xiao Man asked curiously, "Feifan, An’an had her nose reconstructed and her upper lip repaired."

"So, how does her appearance compare to before?"

Yan Feifan said confidently, "I can’t promise a one-hundred-percent restoration, but I’m confident it’s over ninety percent."

"Her parents, or any very close relatives, should be able to recognize her at a glance..."

After parting ways with Xiao Man, Yan Feifan went to an examination room and met with Yang Susu, who was scheduled for surgery that afternoon.

To his surprise, the only person accompanying Yang Susu was Zhao Xiaoting.

"Yang Susu, where’s your family? Why didn’t anyone come with you?"

Yang Susu asked worriedly, "Mr. Yan, is it really necessary to have family here? Didn’t you say it wasn’t a major surgery?"

Yan Feifan explained, "The surgery isn’t a major one, but it is a facial procedure, and you’ll be under anesthesia the entire time."

"If something were to go wrong..."

Yan Feifan quickly added, "This is just a precaution, so don’t worry."

"But let’s assume the worst does happen. In that situation, we would need your legal guardian to make decisions."

"Also, after the surgery, while you won’t need to be admitted to the hospital, you will have to remain in the observation room for at least twelve hours."

"It would be best to have someone with you during that time."

At this, Zhao Xiaoting chimed in, "Mr. Yan, I’ll stay with Susu while she’s in the observation room."

"It’s just in the case of an unexpected emergency..."

Zhao Xiaoting glanced at Yang Susu.

Yang Susu looked troubled as well. "Mr. Yan, I’m not from Binhai, so there’s no way my family can make it here today."

"What should I do in this situation?"

Yan Feifan recalled the plastic surgery center’s regulations and said, "You’ll need to sign a liability waiver for us."

"Also, you’ll need to have your legal guardian keep their phone on and be reachable, or stay online, during the surgery in case of an emergency."

Yang Susu breathed a sigh of relief. "No problem, Mr. Yan. I’ll sign the waiver."

"And I’ll make sure to tell my family to keep their phones on."

Yan Feifan nodded, then added a reminder, "Yang Susu, while this surgery isn’t a major one, it is very difficult."

"I must be clear with you: I cannot guarantee the results of the surgery will meet your expectations."

"Also, the fee for this surgery... is not cheap."

"You’ll need to prepay... a surgical fee of eighty-eight thousand."

Yan Feifan himself felt a bit embarrassed as he stated the fee.

This was the fee that Wang Chuan had set.

In his words, ’skill is priceless.’

To Yan Feifan’s surprise, however, Yang Susu actually looked relieved.

"That’s... actually a bit lower than I was expecting..."