Time flew by, and soon it was Thursday.
Yan Feifan had completed the brain tumor aspiration and injection surgeries for the engineer and the Wall Street elite, one after the other. It was already almost one in the afternoon.
After a quick lunch in the hospital cafeteria, he went to the director's office at the plastic surgery center. He found Mr. Wang sitting behind his desk, buried in paperwork.
Wang Chuan didn't even look up as he said softly, "We've received feedback from Sunshine Film and Television and Shao Jun. They said the first cosmetic surgery plan you designed wasn't masculine enough, and the second plan wasn't cool enough."
Yan Feifan couldn't help but frown.
Over the past few days, Yan Feifan had meticulously designed these two plans based on numerous factors: Shao Jun's facial structure, features, muscle definition, and overall presence, as well as the client's requests and surgical feasibility.
