Chapter 478: Chapter 477: Who Are You Looking Down On?

Wang Chuan and Yan Feifan circled the venue but couldn’t find the entertainer they had arranged to meet, so they split up once more.

Wang Chuan went off to network with film and television actors.

As for Yan Feifan, he headed to the east side of the courtyard.

Several long tables were set up here, laden with exquisite and delicious snacks, small pastries, fruit salads, and the like.

In his rush to get to the cocktail party, Yan Feifan had only had a quick dinner, leaving him not quite full.

Now, the sight of these fragrant, tempting snacks made his mouth water and his stomach rumble.

He picked up a small plate of pastries dotted with chocolate shavings, used the matching plastic fork to lift a piece, and popped it into his mouth.

A rich, sweet, and soft flavor, combined with the texture of chocolate, instantly filled his mouth, yet it didn’t feel greasy at all.

Yan Feifan’s eyes lit up.

These little pastries were really quite good—several times better than what some bakeries made.

Perhaps he was truly hungry, or perhaps the pastries here were just perfectly suited to his taste. After finishing two small plates, he still wasn’t satisfied and picked up a third.

"You’re not an entertainer?"

Hearing the question, Yan Feifan turned around.

He saw a slender figure wearing a light-colored, slim-fit blazer. The person had shoulder-length hair and skin as white as snow.

This person looked very young, perhaps only fifteen or sixteen.

"How could you tell?"

Yan Feifan asked back, once again sizing up the person before him.

He almost mistook the person for a girl, if not for an accidental glimpse of a subtle Adam’s apple.

It had to be said, with his bright, large eyes, charming dimples, delicate frame, skin that could put snow to shame, and medium-length hair, it was all too easy to mistake him for a girl.

Recalling that the entertainment industry was full of all sorts of peculiar people, Yan Feifan no longer found the person’s androgynous, misleading appearance to be strange.

However, Yan Feifan thought,

’His skin is too pale. It’s an unnatural white...’

"With a standard figure like yours..."

The young man tilted his head, sizing Yan Feifan up as he explained, "If you were an entertainer, you’d be strictly managing your figure. You wouldn’t be indulging in such high-calorie pastries like that."

Yan Feifan put down the small plate in his hand and asked with a light laugh, "You think my figure is standard? Don’t you think I’m a bit on the thin side?"

The handsome Youth’s dimples deepened as he said, "You’re definitely not an entertainer. People always look a bit fatter on camera."

"Your figure, which looks slender to the naked eye, would look perfectly standard on camera."

Yan Feifan hummed in understanding, then suddenly asked, "Do you have a heart condition?"

He wasn’t just asking out of nowhere.

Besides noticing the person’s face was overly pale, Yan Feifan also noticed that his lips had a faint purple tint.

Yan Feifan had thought he was wearing light purple lip gloss.

But on closer inspection, he realized it wasn’t lip gloss—it was the natural color of his lips.

Yan Feifan also noticed that the youth’s fingernails were slightly concave...

"I’m actually a doctor," Yan Feifan added, to explain his abrupt question.

The handsome Youth didn’t seem offended and said casually, "Congenital heart disease. A very serious case."

"I need to strictly control my diet. I especially can’t eat much of this high-sugar, high-calorie food."

As he said this, he glanced longingly at the various pastries on the long table, then quickly looked away.

Yan Feifan began to understand.

He moved a few steps away from the long table, and the handsome Youth followed his lead.

"Medicine is pretty advanced these days. Can’t your condition be cured?"

The handsome Youth shook his head. "When I was young, they said it could be treated with surgery. For one, the risk was high, and for another, we didn’t have the money, so I never got it."

"Now, they say the only option is a heart transplant."

"I’ve looked it up. After a heart transplant, the five-year survival rate is only fifty percent, and you have to take medicine every day."

"I’m sick of living like I’m just waiting to die."

"More importantly..."

The handsome Youth suddenly smiled and continued, "I hate taking medicine every single day even more."

"So, I’ve already decided to give up on treatment."

Hearing the nonchalance in his voice and seeing no bitterness or forced expression on his face, Yan Feifan knew the youth had truly made up his mind.

But a feeling of pity welled up in his heart.

"Do you have any cardiac ultrasounds or imaging scans I can look at?"

The handsome Youth chuckled. "Even if you really are a doctor, at your age, you’re an intern at most, right?"

"You can treat heart disease?"

Yan Feifan held out his hand and said impatiently, "Enough with the nonsense. Do you have the ultrasound images or not?"

The handsome Youth was slightly taken aback, then he took out his phone from his pocket, tapped on the screen a few times, and handed it over.

"But I should warn you, I have a pretty big heart, you know."

Yan Feifan took the phone and looked. It was a 4D color ultrasound image of a heart.

The handsome Youth hadn’t been lying about having a big heart.

Due to compensatory growth, his ventricle was indeed more than one and a half times the normal size.

Congenital heart disease is like a cruel joke played by fate; every case is unique.

This guy’s ventricle had no left or right division.

This meant the blood pumped from the ventricle was a mix of arterial and venous blood, causing a lack of oxygen supply to the whole body.

To compensate for this, the heart could only increase the blood supply to the entire body.

One way was to increase the heart rate, and the other was to increase the volume of blood pumped with each beat.

This gave the handsome Youth an average heart rate of over 120 and an abnormally large ventricle.

But both heart rate and cardiac growth have their limits. One day, the strain would become too much...

Yan Feifan mused for a moment, then said, "You know, surgical correction for your heart isn’t entirely out of the question."

The handsome Youth took back his phone and said flatly, "There is a chance, but it’s less than ten percent successful. I’m not going to risk getting my chest cracked open for that."

Yan Feifan said thoughtfully, "I can increase that success rate to thirty or forty percent. But, you’ll need to wait for me for a while."

"Wait for a while? For you? Ten years? Or twenty?"

The Youth said sarcastically, then sighed, "More than one expert has said that if I don’t get a transplant, it’ll be hard for me to live past twenty."

"I’m almost nineteen."

’He’s almost nineteen!’

Yan Feifan knew he had misjudged the guy’s age.

Then again, it made sense. Due to his heart condition, his physical development had been stunted, making him look much younger.

’Still more than a year...’

Yan Feifan was silent for a moment, then said, "If we hurry, it’s not impossible."

He looked at the Youth and said persuasively, "Look, since you’re so philosophical about all this, how about we make a deal?"

"What kind of deal?" the Youth asked curiously.

Yan Feifan said seriously, "You hang in there for one more year, and then let me perform the corrective heart surgery on you."

"After this corrective surgery, once you recover, you’ll be just like a normal person. You won’t need to take medicine every day like with a transplant."

He added temptingly, "I promise you, if the surgery fails, I won’t charge you a single penny. I’ll only charge you if it’s a success."

The Youth’s expression turned cold. "Who do you think you’re looking down on?"

"It’s not like I don’t have money. Let me tell you, I can sell a single script for at least several hundred thousand."

He suddenly understood and began to pant with anger.

"You... you’re treating me like a lab rat for practice! You... You... How disrespectful...!"

Seeing him flush with anger, Yan Feifan quickly explained, "Don’t be angry. I really am confident about this."

"Let me introduce myself properly. My name is Yan Feifan, a surgeon at Bin University Affiliated Hospital."

"You can ask around. I’m not some quack doctor."

Just then, someone called him irritably from behind, "Mr. Yan..."

Yan Feifan turned his head to see Zhao Xiaoting scowling at him. A cotton T-shirt was then shoved into his hands.

"The task you assigned me is done."

Yan Feifan grabbed Zhao Xiaoting, who was about to turn and leave.

"Zhao Xiaoting, you look upset. Did someone give you a hard time?"

At his question, the tense expression on Zhao Xiaoting’s face instantly crumbled, and tears of grievance began to well up in her eyes...

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