A little after five in the afternoon, Yan Feifan finished examining the tongue and body of the cute and shy seven-year-old girl with red hair and blue eyes.
Afterward, in the hallway outside her ward in the Little Red House, he informed the little girl's mother and Mr. Vega.
"Get a good night's rest. The surgery is at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon!"
The mother, Rachel, looked surprised and worried.
"Surgery so soon?"
"Mr. Yan, don't you need more time to prepare thoroughly?"
Yan Feifan explained, "I've been preparing for this surgery for nearly a month. I'm more than prepared."
Mr. Vega also chimed in to reassure her, "Rachel, Mr. Yan is the most meticulous, precise, and thoroughly prepared surgeon I have ever seen."
"When he says he's ready to operate, it means there's no room for error."
"This time, I can give you my personal guarantee!"
Rachel noticed Mr. Vega's unwavering gaze and shifted her eyes back to Yan Feifan's face.
