A name carries weight, like the shadow of a great tree.
The arrival of Wang Chuan, a celebrated figure in the world of cosmetic surgery, was enough to dispel all of Liu Yan and Mrs. Xia's worries.
"Mr. Yan, actually, today is my eighteenth birthday."
Liu Yan said gratefully, "I cut my palm first thing this morning and thought today was going to be a terrible day."
"But then I met you, Mr. Yan."
"This is the best birthday present I could have ever received."
Yan Feifan said very seriously, "Liu Yan, happy birthday. I will do my absolute best. I won't let you down."
Of the two men and one woman Wang Chuan brought with him, one was Mr. Jiang, a lawyer from their contracted firm, and the other was Luo Zhen, an anesthesiologist from the plastic surgery center.
As for the young woman pulling a surgical instrument case, she looked to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven and had neat, pretty features.
It was only after the introductions that Yan Feifan learned...
