The reconstructive plastic surgery for the burn deformity on the right hand of the child from the welfare institute began at 9:00 AM. Yu Suye was the lead surgeon, with Yan Feifan assisting. The procedure lasted three hours and thirty-five minutes.

Beginning at 2:00 PM, the reconstructive plastic surgery for a mouth deformity caused by burn scar contracture, with Yan Feifan as the lead surgeon, took five and a half hours.

Around 8:00 PM, an exhausted Yan Feifan and Yu Suye had just walked out of the surgical area when a silk banner and two bouquets of flowers were presented to them.

"Eyes of Golden Flame, a Miracle Doctor Reborn."

Yan Feifan didn't feel much looking at the glittering gold characters on the banner, but Yu Suye was quite excited.

Looking at Teng Wenfeng, who was holding the banner, she asked excitedly, "So the tests confirmed it?"

"What exactly was it?"

Teng Wenfeng said with lingering fear, "A cerebral branch artery embolism."

He then explained, "I was so worried last night I couldn't sleep. I came to the Affiliated Hospital first thing in the morning for a check-up."

"During the cerebral angiogram, the doctor found an embolism in a cerebral branch artery. Less than a third of the normal amount of blood could get through."

"The doctor said that with my condition, it could have become completely blocked at any moment, causing a stroke."

"Even if it didn't get blocked, that part of my brain would suffer from a prolonged lack of oxygen, which would likely lead to degenerative brain damage."

Teng Wenfeng said with a look of relief, "The doctor gave me thrombolytic therapy and cleared the embolism."

"I feel like my senses are sharper and my mind is clearer."

Saying this, Teng Wenfeng bowed deeply.

"Dr. Yan, Dr. Yu, thank you..."

After bidding farewell to Teng Wenfeng and his family, Yu Suye held the two bouquets, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Yan Feifan.

"Feifan, as of right now, you have a one hundred percent success rate for both your diagnoses and your surgeries."

Yan Feifan rolled up the silk banner in his hand and said, feigning nonchalance, "Statistics don't matter."

"Treat every patient with care and prepare for every surgery diligently. That's all that matters. Don't get hung up on the results."

Yu Suye quietly pouted.

The two returned to Qin Ying's medical research office and changed into their street clothes.

As they were leaving, Yu Suye didn't forget to take the two bouquets of flowers.

She said with a mock-serious air, "These flowers were a gift because of you, so I suppose I can consider them a gift from you to me."

"They have great sentimental value. I'm taking them home to put in my room."

Yan Feifan rolled his eyes. "If you want me to give you flowers, just say so. You don't have to be so roundabout."

Yu Suye looked at Yan Feifan expectantly. "Feifan, are you saying you're going to give me flowers?"

Yan Feifan shook his head. "A bouquet of flowers costs tens, or even hundreds, of yuan. It's a complete waste just to look at them for a short time."

"Besides, as doctors, we should avoid contact with allergens that could trigger a patient's allergies. Pollen is one of the most common ones."

Yu Suye sighed. "I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up with you."

She stepped forward, took Yan Feifan's arm, and said in a suddenly cheerful tone, "Let's go! Let's go home and eat some happiness-flavored shumai..."

When the two returned to their place at Zuimo Court, Yan Ziruo immediately brought out a plate of steaming hot shumai, as if presenting a treasure.

It was just that the six shumai on the plate were of varying sizes and rather misshapen, each with its own "unique" look.

Noticing the look of utter disdain in her brother's eyes, Yan Ziruo quickly explained, "It's my first time making them, so of course I'm a bit clumsy."

"Feifan, don't worry about how they look. Hurry up and try one."

"Let me tell you..."

Yan Ziruo continued, showing off her efforts, "I went to the supermarket and painstakingly selected every ingredient for the filling."

"And the recipe for the filling, I made it from memory..."

After a pause, Yan Ziruo added vaguely, "It's definitely that happiness flavor you had before."

"I've already eaten several. They're pretty good, I'm not kidding."

"Hurry up and eat one, then you'll know."

Yan Feifan washed his hands first, then picked up a shumai and took a skeptical bite.

Yan Ziruo asked eagerly, "So, little brother? How is it? Is it full of that rich happiness flavor?"

Yan Feifan swallowed the shumai in his mouth and said, "It's okay."

He then shook his head in disappointment and added, "But it's not the flavor I was looking for. Not even close."

Yu Suye also took a shumai and had a bite.

"This flavor is actually really good."

"Big Sis, to make them so delicious on your first try... you have a real talent for cooking."

Yu Suye's praise didn't make Yan Ziruo very happy.

She muttered to herself, 'Remembering it and actually making it are two different things.'

Yan Ziruo forced a smile, reached out to pat her brother's shoulder, and said, "This is just the first try."

"Feifan, I'll experiment a few more times, and I'll definitely recreate the happiness-flavored shumai from your memory. I promise."

"Just treat these as regular shumai."

"I also made some other dishes and a soup for you..."

Seeing the simple dishes on the table—tomato and egg stir-fry, cold cucumber salad with braised meat, and seaweed egg drop soup—Yan Feifan knew not to get his hopes up when it came to his sister's cooking.

However, he was tired and hungry right now, so he was quite content with a hot, edible, home-cooked dinner.

Yan Ziruo sat at the dining table, waiting with a smile until her brother and Yu Suye were halfway through their meal, then slowly began, "Feifan, I've been thinking about it for the past few days. I want to get plastic surgery. I want to get my eyes and nose done."

Yan Feifan took a sip of soup to wash down the food in his mouth.

"Sis, have you really made up your mind?"

Yan Ziruo hummed in agreement. "I've decided. With you doing the surgery, Feifan, success is basically guaranteed."

"Besides, it's just a little work on my eyes and nose. It's considered a minor surgery; I won't even need to be hospitalized."

"The risk is small, and it'll make me pretty. Only a fool would choose not to do it."

Yan Feifan rolled his eyes and reminded her, "Sis, don't get your hopes up too high."

"Getting your eyes and nose reshaped will certainly make you look better, but the improvement will be limited."

"Don't go fantasizing that you'll suddenly turn into a goddess."

Yan Ziruo scoffed lightly and huffed, "Feifan, am I that clueless? Of course I know that."

Then she asked expectantly, "Feifan, just tell me, how much prettier will I be? So I can have a rough idea."

Yan Feifan studied his sister's facial features carefully.

To be honest, Yan Ziruo wasn't ugly.

At first glance, she was quite pretty, but her features weren't that refined. They didn't hold up to close scrutiny.

Yan Feifan looked for a moment and said, "Sis, let's put it this way. At a quick glance, you're not bad. You'd score an eighty."

"But upon a closer look, the score drops. Seventy-eight. Seventy-five. Seventy..."

Seeing his sister's glaring eyes, Yan Feifan didn't dare to lower the score any further.

"After the surgery, at a quick glance, you'll still score an eighty."

"But upon closer inspection, you'll look more harmonious, and the score will go up to eighty-five."

After a moment, Yan Ziruo said with some disappointment, "Feifan, only a five-point increase?"

Yan Feifan chuckled. "Sis, that's five points that reverse a decline. You could say it's quite an achievement."

"Let me do an examination first..."

As he said this, Yan Feifan placed his hands on his sister's face and began pressing and kneading it.

However, the pressure was a little too strong...

Yan Ziruo yelped in pain, grimacing, and shouted indignantly, "Yan Feifan, are you taking this out on me?"

"How could I? I use this much force on my other patients too." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Yan Feifan explained with a straight face, "I need to understand the texture and orientation of your subcutaneous muscles in detail, so I have to press harder."

"Aren't you just doing my eyes and nose? Why are you pulling on my cheeks?" Yan Ziruo questioned.

Yan Feifan said matter-of-factly, "Sis, don't you know everything's connected?"

"You're my sister, so naturally I need to get a deeper, more detailed understanding to ensure the results are even better..."

A few minutes later, Yan Feifan finally took his hands away.

"Sis, you have one more night to think it over carefully."

"If you don't change your mind, we'll do the surgery tomorrow..."