Overpowered Resident Doctor-Chapter 149: Low-Level Mistake

At 1:03 PM, after the team worked together to flip Guo Fan over, the suspended surgery resumed.

At 3:10 PM, after pressing on for another two hours, Yan Feifan felt he was reaching his limit.

His legs and feet were unbearably sore and swollen, and to make matters worse, he was starting to feel dizzy and a little panicked.

Yan Feifan blinked hard a few times, trying to clear his vision.

Guo Fan still had six minor injuries that needed to be addressed.

'Should I just grit my teeth and power through? Or take a quick break and finish the rest in better shape?'

After a moment of internal debate, Yan Feifan made his decision.

"Fifteen-minute break!"

'A doctor should never take unnecessary risks.'

'On the operating table, you always have to keep some energy and stamina in reserve to handle any unexpected complications.'

Given Guo Fan's condition, Yan Feifan saw no reason to risk collapsing at the operating table by forcing himself to continue.

A fifteen-minute break wasn't long enough for the doctors and nurses to change their surgical gowns, let alone scrub in and re-sterilize.

So, they had to rest right there in the operating room.

This was especially true for Yan Feifan, Yu Suye, and the scrub nurse. They couldn't sit, nor could their hands touch anything other than the patient's surgical site, the instruments, or sterile supplies.

They also couldn't leave the sterile field around the operating table.

They were confined to a very small area where they could only stretch their numb, aching legs and feet, do a quick stretch, and try to relax.

Fortunately, the circulating nurse, Zhou Nan, was there to help.

Zhou Nan came over, helped Yan Feifan remove his mask, and gave him a sip of water and a piece of chocolate. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Afterward, the circulating nurse did the same for Yu Suye and the scrub nurse.

The sip of water and the piece of chocolate made a big difference. At the very least, his panic subsided.

"Mr. Yan, I hear you're amazing at cosmetic surgery?"

Yan Feifan rolled his aching shoulders, glanced at Zhou Nan, and said with a chuckle, "I'm decent, I suppose."

"Not happy with your appearance?"

Zhou Nan laughed. "I'm already married. If I got work done now, my husband would have sleepless nights."

"It's my sister-in-law, actually. She's always going on about getting plastic surgery, but my father-in-law mercilessly shoots her down every time."

Yan Feifan nodded. "Unless there's a defect or some truly unusual feature, it's best to keep things natural."

"Cosmetic surgery disrupts the body's established state, and our bodies have a natural instinct to correct that disruption."

"That's why, a few years down the line, people who've had work done might start to notice some incongruities in their face—unless they get more surgery to maintain it."

Zhou Nan's eyes widened in understanding. "So you're saying that plastic surgery basically has a shelf life of just a few years."

She added with a sigh, "No wonder you always see pictures of actresses in their thirties or forties with botched-looking faces. It's because their earlier surgeries have passed their 'expiration date.'"

Then she asked, "Mr. Yan, how long is the 'shelf life' on the cosmetic surgeries you perform?"

Yan Feifan answered vaguely, "That's hard to say. It depends on the extent of the surgery and the individual's healing process."

Then he added confidently, "But it'll last longer than the work of many other plastic surgeons."

Zhou Nan said flatteringly, "Mr. Yan, you can handle a complex operation like reattaching a severed finger with ease. Of course your cosmetic surgery would be far superior to other doctors'."

Yan Feifan paused, slightly taken aback. "Zhou Nan, you know I've performed a finger reattachment?"

"Of course! All the nurses in the department know about it!"

Zhou Nan then asked, a hint of confusion in her voice, "Mr. Yan, don't tell me it's not true?"

Instead of answering directly, Yan Feifan asked, "What else have you heard about that surgery?"

Zhou Nan hesitated for a moment before saying, "Well, I also heard that Mr. Chen got food poisoning and had to leave the OR."

"And before he left, he chose you, Mr. Yan, to take over. This made Dr. Yeu Quan feel slighted and insulted, so he submitted his resignation in a fit of anger."

"Dr. Yeu Quan resigned?" This was the first Yan Feifan had heard of it.

Zhou Nan nodded. "He really did. He said he's already found a new position and will be leaving on the tenth of this month."

'After what happened that day, I thought Dr. Yeu Quan would just get a harsh reprimand at worst,' Yan Feifan thought. 'Otherwise, Mr. Chen wouldn't have issued a gag order.'

'I can't believe he's actually leaving after all.'

'The only question is whether he was forced out, or if he really quit in a huff like the rumor says.'

Yan Feifan wasn't too surprised that the story Mr. Chen had tried to suppress had gotten out.

Nearly ten people had been there to witness it.

'Getting all of them to keep a secret is practically impossible.'

After a few more minutes of casual conversation, Yan Feifan felt he had recovered enough to resume the operation.

This time, he pushed straight through to the end.

At 4:35 PM, even with the fifteen-minute break, he still finished nearly half an hour ahead of his own estimate.

After explaining the post-operative instructions to Guo Fan's family, Yan Feifan washed up, changed his clothes, and took a short rest. At 5:20 PM, he hurried over to Inpatient Building Six.

Most of the patients in Inpatient Building Six were from the neurosurgery and neurology departments.

Yan Feifan went straight to private room number five on the eleventh floor.

He pushed the door open and saw a slender woman in her mid-thirties, dressed in a hospital gown, sitting on the bed.

Also in the room were a middle-aged man and a boy of about ten.

Seeing the woman in the hospital gown, Yan Feifan froze.

He backed out of the room, checked the number on the door, and after confirming he was in the right place, stepped back inside.

"Are you Liu Ming, the patient with the intraspinal tumor?"

The woman in the gown stood up and nodded. "I am! Are you Mr. Yan? Are you here to do the puncture?"

Filled with doubt, Yan Feifan scrutinized the woman as he walked to the head of the bed and picked up the medical chart hanging there.

One look at the chart and a thousand curses erupted in Yan Feifan's mind.

The patient's name on the chart—the two words "Liou Ming"—leaped out at him.

In the patient file Yan Feifan had received earlier,

the patient's name was Liu Ming, age forty-two, height 1.67 meters, and weight seventy-one kilograms.

The moment Yan Feifan had seen the woman in the room, he'd noticed a huge discrepancy between her and the patient he had pictured in his mind.

Just to be absolutely sure, Yan Feifan asked this Liou Ming to show him her MRI scans.

Yan Feifan held the film up to the light from the window.

'Damn it, they're not the same at all.'

At that moment, Yan Feifan had the overwhelming urge to curse someone out.

He had run into an unbelievably stupid mistake. Some idiot working for Lo Jun had sent him the wrong patient file...