Chapter 473 - 472: Blinded by Lust

Chapter 473: Chapter 472: Blinded by Lust

A little after 8:20 in the morning, Yan Feifan and Yu Suye walked into the first-floor lobby of the plastic surgery center when a petite figure with outstretched arms bounced and pounced toward them.

"Mr. Yan, I missed you to death!"

Yan Feifan suddenly shot out a long arm, planting his open hand on her small face.

"Zhao Xiaoting, social distance!"

Zhao Xiaoting was incredibly frustrated.

She took a small step back, pouting as she complained, "Mr. Yan, it’s incredibly rude to treat a beautiful girl this way."

Yan Feifan scoffed. "I don’t need to be polite with you. Weren’t you in Jingcheng? What brings you back to Binhai?"

Zhao Xiaoting said with a wide grin, "I came to Binhai with Xuan for an event."

"Oh, and Mr. Yan! The TV show I’m in starts filming next month. And guess what? I’m the third female lead!"

Yan Feifan gave a dismissive hum and pressed, "You never just drop by for a friendly chat. Spit it out, I have surgery soon."

"So I can’t come see you unless I have a reason?"

"But Mr. Yan, I consider you a good friend!"

Even as she said this, Zhao Xiaoting was already waving to a girl across the lobby.

Yan Feifan looked where she was waving.

A graceful girl with long, flowing hair and a white dress walked over.

The girl looked to be about twenty-three or twenty-four. Her height, figure, and even her aura were lovely, but all of it was overshadowed by an incredibly striking—and unforgettable—mouth.

Her lips weren’t just thick; they jutted forward to an excessive degree.

’To put it bluntly, it was an atavistic throwback to our hominid ancestors.’

’That one mouth ruined everything.’

"Hello, Mr. Yan."

The girl in the white dress gave a slight bow to Yan Feifan and introduced herself. "I’m Fang Yin, from Jingcheng. I came seeking your help after hearing of your reputation."

Zhao Xiaoting stepped forward to link arms with Fang Yin, exclaiming, "Mr. Yan, Fang Yin is a new friend I made in Jingcheng!"

"My friends are your friends, so do this for me, okay?"

Yan Feifan scoffed, his tone teasing. "Well, Zhao Xiaoting, you certainly have friends everywhere. You make them wherever you go."

He shifted his gaze to Fang Yin’s face and said bluntly, "Fang Yin, for the kind of results you’re likely hoping for with your mouth, we would have to surgically break your upper and lower jawbones."

Yan Feifan had always done his best to avoid extensive work on the facial bones, limiting himself to shaving or reshaping at most.

The facial skeleton is the foundation for one’s features. It’s a case where one small change can affect everything.

"Once we break the bone, it can’t be fixed in a single surgery."

"Three to four months after the initial surgery, you’ll need a follow-up procedure to reshape the muscles of the mouth, cheeks, and the area around the nose, which will have readjusted."

"And that’s not all. Given the power and persistence of muscle memory, you’ll likely need another revision surgery in two or three years."

Yan Feifan added another warning, "During the process of breaking the bone, it’s possible to damage delicate facial nerves, which could lead to post-operative complications that even I can’t predict."

Fang Yin nodded. "Mr. Yan, I’ve already been made aware of these risks from consultations with other plastic surgeons."

"I’m willing to accept the pain I’ll have to endure during the process, as well as any potential negative consequences."

"From my research, I’ve learned that you’re the best expert in the country for facial surgery. I hope you’ll be able to help me."

’Since she understood the consequences and still insisted, and since it would be good practice for him, Yan Feifan naturally wasn’t going to stand in her way.’

"Also, Fang Yin, I should tell you one more thing: my surgical fees are not cheap. They’re very expensive, in fact."

"At least in the high six-figures," Yan Feifan added.

Fang Yin smiled. "Mr. Yan, the price is not an issue."

Zhao Xiaoting chimed in, "Mr. Yan, your prices are skyrocketing! Faster than a rocket."

"If I’d known, I would’ve dropped acting and gone to medical school to become a plastic surgeon."

Yan Feifan shot her a sidelong glance and retorted, "With your brains? You think you could even get into medical school?"

Just as Zhao Xiaoting was puffing up like an angry kitten, Yan Feifan went to a nurse for a pair of rubber gloves. Slipping one onto his right hand, he gestured to Fang Yin and said, "I need to examine your mouth first."

Fang Yin stepped a little closer.

Yan Feifan palpated Fang Yin’s mouth, her upper and lower jaw, and the rest of her face.

He then beckoned, and a young nurse from the lobby, Xv Shuang, hurried over.

"Xv Shuang, take Miss Fang Yin for a comprehensive pre-surgical facial examination."

After giving the instruction, Yan Feifan turned back to Fang Yin. "We’ll call you with the specific time for the surgery."

"That’s all for today. I have another surgery to get to..."

As Yu Suye accompanied Yan Feifan upstairs, she couldn’t help but say, "Feifan, you accepted the patient Zhao Xiaoting brought without the slightest hesitation."

"And yet, you refuse to budge when it comes to Zeng Ni."

"Isn’t that a bit of a double standard?"

Yan Feifan chuckled. "The patient Zhao Xiaoting brought is good practice and pays well. Zeng Ni, on the other hand, just wants to make money off of me."

"Besides, after what Zeng Ni pulled, she’s lucky I haven’t blacklisted her completely."

Yu Suye muttered under her breath, "So petty... holds such a grudge..."

At 9:10 AM, a fully prepared Yan Feifan walked into the operating room. As he approached the operating table, he noticed the patient, Cui Bo, staring at him intently.

It made Yan Feifan a little uncomfortable.

"Cui Bo, this surgery will take nearly seven hours. It’s going to be very uncomfortable for you to just lie there wide awake."

"What’s more, the CRACKING sound of bone breaking will make you nervous, maybe even terrified."

Yan Feifan suggested, "Why don’t you just sleep through it? You’ll wake up, and the surgery will be over."

"After the surgery, there will be a long period where you’ll be in too much pain to sleep, even when you want to."

Cui Bo shook his head. "Mr. Yan, I can handle lying still, and I won’t be scared. I was awake for my last surgery, too."

"Most importantly, during today’s surgery, I’ll get to chat with some beautiful ladies!"

Cui Bo turned his head toward Yu Suye on the other side of the table and asked, "Mrs. Yu, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Do you like to go to bars?"

"Got a favorite cocktail?"

"Mrs. Yu, not to brag, but I’m actually pretty well-known for the cocktails I mix..."

Cui Bo started to boast, completely missing the look in Yan Feifan’s eyes sharpening, or how Meng Yao and Ye Lin were shaking with the effort of holding in their laughter.

’This guy was really flirting with death and didn’t even know it!’

Yu Suye’s eyes crinkled with amusement. "Kiddo, if you keep this up, I’m afraid you won’t be able to mix any more cocktails."

Cui Bo said with an expression of complete trust, "Mrs. Yu, I have faith in Mr. Yan. As his colleague, you should have even more faith than I do."

Yu Suye let out a sly little laugh. "Oh, Mr. Yan’s skills are impeccable, no doubt. But, he does have one little flaw."

"What flaw?" Cui Bo asked, curious.

"He’s rather petty!"

Yu Suye replied, then added, "Oh, and kiddo? I forgot to mention, I already have a boyfriend."

"It’s that very same Mr. Yan you have so much faith in..."

Cui Bo let out a strangled gasp and whipped his head around to look at Yan Feifan.

He was just about to open his mouth to explain when he saw the anesthesiologist lower the anesthetic mask over his nose and mouth...