Chapter 493: Chapter 492: Feifan’s Contemplation

The superstar Shen Daoran, a First-Class National Actor, had won the titles of Best Actor in film and television a staggering eleven times.

When Yan Feifan was young, he had been a huge fan of a medical drama Shen Daoran had starred in.

Back then, his decision to apply to Binhai University Medical College had been influenced, at least in part, by that very show.

Feeling a little star-struck, Yan Feifan quickly ushered the group into his office, offered them seats, and busied himself with making tea.

Although Zhang Maoye had an unconventional appearance, he was perceptive and took over the task of preparing the tea.

Yan Feifan had a rare fanboy moment, asking Mr. Shen for his autograph and even getting a photo with him.

After these preliminaries, the group got down to business.

"Mr. Shen, about the blood clot in Qin Lang’s brain..."

Yan Feifan glanced at the man with the pinched features beside him, then turned his gaze back to Shen Daoran.

"What I described in the email is the best I can do at this time."

"I take my responsibility to every patient very seriously."

Shen Daoran said with a sincere expression, "Mr. Yan, please don’t misunderstand. I came here with them today, but I have absolutely no intention of pressuring you."

"To be honest, Mr. Yan, I’ve spent the last few days asking around about your medical skills and character."

"Mr. Yan, I’m truly impressed."

Shen Daoran solemnly clasped his hands in a gesture of respect toward Yan Feifan and continued, "You’ve also made me believe that super-geniuses truly exist in this world!"

After a brief pause, he said slowly, "Mr. Yan, I’ve come today to ask a favor of you."

Yan Feifan let out a soft "Oh?" and asked tentatively, "Mr. Shen, you’re not thinking of getting cosmetic surgery, are you?"

Shen Daoran chuckled and waved his hand dismissively. "I’m too old to be messing with my face."

At these words, Yan Feifan breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

If Shen Daoran had really come to him for cosmetic surgery, it would have undoubtedly lowered his opinion of the man and shattered his image of his idol.

"Mr. Yan, I have a very good friend."

Shen Daoran went on to explain, "She has a daughter, sixteen years old this year, who was unfortunately in a car accident when she was nine."

"She also has a blood clot in her brain that never dissolved, and it’s severely affecting her vision. I was hoping you could take a look, Mr. Yan."

"Would it be..."

Shen Daoran saw that Yan Feifan hadn’t spoken, but had simply extended a hand.

He understood the gesture and quickly took the large manila envelope with the medical records from his assistant, handing it to Yan Feifan with both hands.

Then, Shen Daoran watched as Yan Feifan took out the medical records, various test reports, and imaging scans from the envelope, and looked through them one by one.

Soon after, he noticed that Yan Feifan was sitting completely still, as if his entire body had petrified into a statue.

Zhang Maoye, who had been standing quietly to the side, ready to assist, now leaned in to look at Yan Feifan, then turned and moved closer to Shen Daoran.

He lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Shen, please don’t be alarmed. This is..."

At that moment, Shen Daoran made a hushing gesture and gave him a look to indicate that he was already aware of this phenomenon.

This immersive thinking style of Yan Feifan’s, where he blocks out all external distractions, had been filmed by Yan Ziruo twice and posted on a short-video platform.

Netizens had nicknamed it "Feifan’s Contemplation."

Many professionals pointed out that this was actually a form of high-intensity thinking, equivalent to a computer’s CPU being overclocked.

Why was there no response to the outside world?

It was because the brain was dedicating all its processing power to a single task, leaving no capacity to attend to external stimuli.

This was, in fact, a very mentally taxing way of thinking.

They recommended that for the sake of his long-term health, Mr. Yan should use this method of thinking as little as possible...

Zhang Maoye returned to his original spot and stood still, trying not to make any extra noise that might disturb Yan Feifan’s concentration.

But the more he tried to stay quiet, the more a sudden tickle started to form in his throat.

It was agonizing for Zhang Maoye.

He could only try to hold it in, swallowing repeatedly in an attempt to suppress the sudden urge to cough.

But contrary to his wishes, the more Zhang Maoye suppressed it, the stronger the tickle-induced urge to cough became...

Fortunately, Yan Feifan didn’t make him suffer for long. After a minute or two, Yan Feifan stirred.

Yan Feifan placed the documents gently on the coffee table and said slowly, "There are two main blood clots pressing on the brain’s visual processing center, causing a narrowed field of vision and blurred sight."

"Puncturing and dissolving the clots is possible, but I can’t guarantee it will restore her vision."

Meeting Shen Daoran’s gaze, Yan Feifan explained, "After so many years, the damage to her visual cortex may be irreversible."

"During the puncture procedure, there is a risk of cerebral hemorrhage."

"There’s also the possibility of headaches or other unpredictable side effects..."

Yan Feifan then shifted his gaze to the largely ignored Qin Lang and warned gravely, "Modern medicine’s understanding of the brain is still quite superficial."

"The situation after brain surgery could potentially get worse."

Yan Feifan turned his gaze back to Shen Daoran and said in a heavy tone, "Mr. Shen, for your friend’s daughter, and for Qin Lang, if I were to perform this surgery, I can’t offer any guarantees."

"Frankly, you would only be gambling on a hope, a possibility."

The actual situation, of course, was not as bleak as Yan Feifan was making it sound.

He was actually quite confident of success.

However, the complexity of the brain was indeed far beyond what even Yan Feifan had mastered.

He couldn’t be absolutely certain of success.

By framing it in such severe terms, Yan Feifan could effectively mitigate any potential legal risks should the worst-case scenario occur.

Qin Lang, who was unable to speak clearly, tapped his phone, and a synthesized male voice spoke.

"Mr. Yan, I made my decision before I came here."

"I’m willing to accept the risks. Please, Mr. Yan, I’m putting myself in your hands..."

Shen Daoran also chimed in, stating, "Mr. Yan, before I came, I also got the go-ahead from my friend and her daughter..."

"As long as you believe there’s a chance of success, they are determined to go through with the surgery..."

Seeing that both had made up their minds, Yan Feifan agreed.

To ensure there would be beds available, he first communicated with Dr. Qiu Ge before telling Qin Lang and the girl with the impaired vision to come to the hospital early next Monday morning to complete their admission procedures.

Their surgeries would be scheduled for that Monday evening.

Just then, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

Yan Feifan turned his head and saw at least ten or twenty people crowding the doorway.

Ye Lin, who had been pushed through the door, waved her hands and explained anxiously, "Mr. Yan, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry! I was pushed in, I didn’t mean to!"

Yan Feifan ignored her and looked at Shen Daoran. "Mr. Shen, it seems they’ve all been drawn here by your star power."

"If you don’t mind..."

Shen Daoran stood up with a smile and waved to the crowd blocking the doorway. "Please, everyone, come on in..."

At his words, the group of people surged inside with a WHOOSH.

Ye Lin, in particular, took advantage of her proximity and shot right in front of Shen Daoran, grabbing his arm excitedly...

Autographs, photos...

Shen Daoran ended up greeting at least forty or fifty enthusiastic fans before he could finally extricate himself from the cosmetic surgery center...

Wang Chuan gleefully tucked the notebook autographed by Shen Daoran safely into his desk drawer.

"Feifan, the proposal to hold a surgical observation conference has been unanimously approved. The suggested time is early August."

After mentioning the work matter, Wang Chuan switched topics. "Tonight, Ziruo and Xiaoyu are coming to Phoenix Tail Mountain to hang out with Yanyan."

"You should come too."

Wang Chuan added, "Yanyan’s mother is coming back to Binhai from the United States tomorrow, and she wants to meet you too..."

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