On Saturday morning, Yan Feifan got up and washed up as usual.

When he came out of the bathroom, he saw Yu Suye tiptoeing, preparing to go up the stairs to the attic.

However, Yan Feifan’s sharp eyes spotted a bruise at the corner of Yu Suye’s mouth.

"Su Ye, the corner of your mouth...?"

Yu Suye touched the left corner of her mouth, turned around, and pouted pitifully. "Feifan, a few drunkards were brought in last night after a fight. I wasn’t paying attention and one of them punched me."

Yan Feifan’s expression instantly turned cold.

"Still acting so brazen, even in the hospital. Are you alright?"

"What happened to that guy?"

Yu Suye chuckled. "I just picked him up and slammed him on the ground. It knocked him completely silly."

"His family came later and apologized to me, too."

Yan Feifan walked closer to examine the corner of her mouth. He was relieved to see it was just a superficial bruise.

"Did you have to perform any surgeries last night?"

At this question, Yu Suye’s face immediately lit up.

"Those four guys were completely wasted and got into a fight. It was pretty vicious—two of them had three fingers severed."

"The attending doctor on duty saw I’d been punched, so he felt sorry for me and let me handle the reattachment surgery for one guy’s little finger."

"Hehe, Feifan, pretty good luck, huh?"

Seeing how she’d already forgotten the pain and was now looking so smug, Yan Feifan couldn’t help but smile.

"Pretty lucky. Have you eaten breakfast yet?"

Yu Suye yawned and shook her head. "Not yet. I don’t have any appetite."

"I’m exhausted. I’m going to go crash for a while..."

With that, Yu Suye scampered up the stairs.

She had only gone up five or six steps when she turned and ran back down. In two strides, she was in front of Yan Feifan. Before he could even react, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then ran back up the stairs, giggling.

Speechless, Yan Feifan wiped his cheek...

Around eight in the morning, he arrived at the hospital’s plastic surgery center and was met with an unexpected sight.

A long line stretched from inside the lobby all the way out onto the steps.

Yan Feifan entered the ground-floor lobby and discovered the line snaked around inside the hall several times.

A quick scan revealed one hundred fifty-six people in line.

Most of the people in line were women in their mid-twenties to mid-thirties; there were only seventeen men.

Yan Feifan waved over Xv Shuang, a young nurse who was maintaining order.

"Xv Shuang, is the center having a plastic surgery promotion?"

Xv Shuang shook her head and replied, "Mr. Yan, they’re here to sign up for the screening of volunteers for the experimental therapy for facial nerve damage."

’What the hell, this many people?’

Only then did Yan Feifan notice that nearly everyone in line was stone-faced, completely without expression.

On a few of them, a muscle in their face would twitch from time to time.

Xv Shuang continued, "Mr. Yan, I asked a few of them. They all said their nerves were damaged during cosmetic surgery."

"When they saw we were offering this experimental therapy for nerve damage, they came early to get in line and sign up."

"Quite a few of them even rushed here from out of town."

Yan Feifan found the news both startling and perfectly understandable.

He had thought recruiting volunteers for the facial nerve damage trial would take some time.

He never expected so many people to show up all at once.

But then he remembered that every decent-sized city has a few unregulated cosmetic clinics, and it all made sense.

Yan Feifan glanced around the lobby and asked, "Where’s Dr. Lin?"

"Mr. Yan, the official start time was supposed to be nine-thirty. We didn’t expect so many people to show up, let alone this early."

Xv Shuang added, "We’ve already contacted Dr. Lin. She’s on her way now."

Yan Feifan said, "Oh," and let Xv Shuang get back to her work.

He took the stairs to the third floor, knocked, and walked into the director’s office.

He saw the large desk was covered with all sorts of silicone breast models.

Just as Yan Feifan froze for a second, an object came flying toward him, and he instinctively reached out and caught it.

’The texture... definitely more than a handful...’

Yan Feifan couldn’t resist giving it a few squeezes. He then noticed Director Wang Chuan watching him with a wide grin, and his face instantly turned red.

He placed the silicone model back on the desk.

"Director, I don’t really need to learn how to do plastic surgery on this... part, do I?"

Wang Chuan tossed the silicone model in his hand onto the desk and said quietly, "When it comes to facial plastic surgery, there’s not much more I can teach you."

"You just need to keep practicing and accumulating experience."

He then pointed to the silicone models still jiggling on the desk. "Surgery on this area is one of the biggest fields in plastic surgery, second only to facial procedures."

"Since you’re learning plastic surgery from me, you have to learn about this too. You can’t have a gap in your skillset."

Yan Feifan said, "Oh," then changed the subject. "Director, about all those people lining up in the lobby...?"

Wang Chuan nodded and sighed softly. "I didn’t expect so many people to come and sign up as volunteers, either."

"Those unregulated, unscrupulous cosmetic clinics have harmed a lot of people."

After a moment of reflection, he chuckled. "Feifan, once we complete this research project, our plastic surgery center will have another signature service to offer."

Yan Feifan grunted in agreement. "More and more people are getting cosmetic surgery these days. It’s only natural that the number of failed surgeries is rising along with it."

Just then, Wang Chuan tossed another silicone model to Yan Feifan.

"Alright, let’s begin today’s lesson."

"Only by understanding them intimately, down to the smallest detail, can you shape them to perfection."

"So, the first step is to master their different shapes and forms."

"For us plastic surgeons, classification isn’t as simple as just A, B, C, D, and E cup sizes and shapes."

"They can be subdivided into..."

As he spoke, Wang Chuan noticed Yan Feifan was gripping the silicone model a little too tightly. His face was flushed, and his expression was a bit unnatural.

’That’s quite a rare sight for a doctor!’

’This kid isn’t just a virgin,’ Wang Chuan instantly concluded, ’he’s an innocent and sensitive one at that!’

"Feifan, how far have things progressed with you and Yu Suye?"

Yan Feifan said, a little embarrassed, "Director, does this question have anything to do with our lesson?"

"What do you mean it has nothing to do with it!"

Wang Chuan said with a grave expression, "After the theory, we’ll quickly move on to the practical application stage."

"If you have an... inappropriate reaction during an examination and the patient files a complaint, or even calls the police, it’s no laughing matter."

Yan Feifan said quietly, "Director, I am a doctor."

"When practicing medicine, I hold myself to the highest professional standards."

Wang Chuan snorted. "You say that so quietly, I doubt you even believe it yourself."

Yan Feifan grew a little annoyed.

"Director, let’s just skip learning about surgery for this area. It’s not like Yanyan needs it anyway."

Wang Chuan scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Yan Feifan, is this what you call a professional attitude and standard?"

"Instead of thinking about how to overcome a problem, you shrink back and avoid it?"

Yan Feifan retorted, "Then you tell me, Director. How am I supposed to overcome this?"

Wang Chuan chuckled slyly. "Once you get more exposure, you’ll naturally build up a tolerance."

"I’m giving you a homework assignment."

"Your relationship with Yu Suye needs to reach at least third base within a week."

"She’s a doctor and she’s your girlfriend. She definitely won’t say no..."

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