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Chapter 95 Liposuction Genius Daniel (10K long chapter, please vote and subscribe)

Daniel gritted his teeth: "I'll keep an eye on you. If anything goes wrong, we have to stop immediately. We can't afford to mess this up!"

"Don't worry." Richard's lips curled into a slight smile.

Oliver silently turned his head and stared intently at the machine.

In the past, he would have jumped up to stop him, but now, he can't even find a job himself.

"I didn't see anything. Don't come looking for me if anything happens. I'm just a heartless anesthesiologist."

Claire's eyes remained blank as she stared at the ceiling, as if there was something particularly interesting on it.

Daniel looked at Catherine with a puzzled expression: "Aren't you worried?"

Catherine shook her head: "I believe Richard."

"What the hell do you mean by believing that? He's still a student!"

His mentor was Dr. Shepard.

Daniel paused for a moment, then said hesitantly, "6"

"You're right, Richard. Don't make a mess of things. Don't act rashly if the situation becomes unfavorable."

Catherine calmly replied, "There are no cameras here."

Oliver was still facing the wall, his heart filled with anxiety.

You better not mess this up, or I'll be even less likely to find a job.

"Don't worry." Richard took the instruments and pressed his fingers on the patient's skin.

[Flesh and Blood Control] activated!

In his eyes, the skin, fat, and muscles separate layer by layer, automatically forming a three-dimensional human body model that overlaps on the patient's body.

Richard pressed his hand against the wound again.

He saw the distribution of all the capillaries near his fingertips, thick and thin, densely packed together to form a network.

Richard recalled Daniel's lesson just now.

There are three most difficult parts.

The depth of the fat deposits is so precise that you can see their location yourself.

The control of negative pressure actually depends on the control of finger strength; one must be at the pinnacle of human ability.

It's symmetrical on both sides, so there's no problem with that either.

Most importantly, Richard can see blood vessels!

The blunt needle is slowly inserted, skillfully avoiding the thickest blood vessel. If it is unavoidable, the blunt needle can even turn a cut into a push.

It's impossible to completely prevent bleeding, but Richard can minimize the amount of bleeding through manipulation.

He inserted the needle into the fat layer along the muscle fibers and gently twitched it.

Daniel's heart pounded, and he involuntarily cried out, "Gently, gently."

Richard's hands were very steady, like a machine.

Some fat was sucked out, then they moved to another spot and continued sucking.

Daniel was sweating profusely; he had never been this nervous when performing surgery on patients.

Richard's performance, however, was remarkably consistent and completely unaffected by Daniel's influence.

He became proficient in just a few minutes.

The amount of blood lost is very, very small, almost no need to use gauze to absorb it.

The extracted fat is very pure, sometimes without even a trace of blood.

Ordinary people can never reach this level of skill through practice; this is the passive effect of [Flesh and Blood Control].

Once or twice is normal, but Richard's repeated actions shocked Daniel in an indescribable way.

Daniel saw a peculiar beauty in it.

In Richard's hands, liposuction is easy and pleasant.

Daniel felt like his moral compass was crumbling.

He knew early on that he wasn't a research genius, so he focused on practicing surgical techniques. Experienced plastic surgeons also earn a considerable income.

He spent five years practicing his surgical techniques in the plastic surgery and general surgery departments, performing thousands of surgeries. Based on his skills alone, he believes he could rank among the top five in the plastic surgery department of Queens Hospital.

But at this moment, his confidence crumbled.

Richard, a butcher who had only ever cut up corpses, started working on it after just watching how others did it.

On her first try, her precision with the equipment far surpassed his.

Is this what a surgical genius is like?

Daniel looked somewhat bewildered.

In Richard's hands, liposuction seemed to become an art form.

No one knows exactly where fat is located; the distribution of fat in each person's body varies slightly.

Even if a CT scan and angiography have been performed beforehand, doctors can only rely on their skills, experience, knowledge, and the faint tactile sensation of the needle tip inside the body to make a diagnosis.

The extracted fat usually contains traces of blood, appearing as a mixture of yellow and red.

However, the one Richard drew was almost a pure yellow.

Art, it's simply art!

Daniel's mind went blank as he stared blankly at Richard's actions.

As Richard became more and more familiar with liposuction and the equipment, his operating speed also increased.

After gaining some confidence in liposuction, he quietly began to control the flesh and blood.

Humans are indeed different from animals!

A wondrous, abundant vitality, like flowing water, emanated from Mia's body and entered the Blood Box.

Extracting fresh flesh and blood from fish and birds is like squeezing water from a parched desert.

The human body is like a tender sugarcane; with a little pressure, the fresh flesh and blood flow out like juice.

In less than two seconds, Richard could clearly see that Mia's body fat had decreased and her skin had sunk slightly.

He immediately changed positions and continued drawing.

He smoked while pondering.

Even with a recently deceased corpse, whose flesh and blood have not yet completely congealed, he could not squeeze out a single trace of fresh flesh and blood.

However, living people have a lot of it.

What exactly is "fresh flesh and blood"?

The soul?

Death is like turning off the lights; the lights go out and the soul leaves the body.

What exactly is the soul?

What is life?

Life is always very mysterious; there seems to be an invisible boundary between life and death.

Once this boundary is crossed, life departs from him, and his soul vanishes completely, never to return.

However, if a person can be saved from a near-death experience, they can live a good life, or even a long life.

What exactly is this boundary?

Humans have been exploring this for a long time, but still have no clue.

Richard pondered that the resurrection of the dead and the presence of "fresh flesh and blood" might be related to that most crucial point.

But it's too early to think about these things now; they're all for the future.

Richard completed all the operations in one hour and twenty-five minutes.

Claire quickly took over the remaining cleaning work.

Richard convinced her completely with just one liposuction surgery.

Catherine walked up to Oliver and stared straight at him.

Oliver nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, I understand. I'll shut up, I didn't see anything, I'm just an anesthesiologist."

"Great, I'll add another 500 for you later."

Oliver grinned.

Daniel could no longer control himself.

He exclaimed excitedly, still in his surgical gown, "Genius! A work of art! You know that, Richard! You know that! You're a genius!"

Richard remained calm, steadily washing his hands and changing his clothes: "Calm down, Daniel."

"How can you be so calm!" Daniel was practically going crazy. "Even the head of the cosmetic surgery department at Queens Hospital isn't as meticulous as you! I've been to Dersen Precision Body Sculpting Center. Do you know Dersen Precision? It's the center that specializes in top-tier body sculpting for New York's wealthy, celebrities, and Wall Street executives. It's the pinnacle of liposuction and autologous fat grafting!"

"The most skilled surgeon at Derson is Austin. The hospital organized a visit for us to observe Austin's procedures, but even he is no match for us!"

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"No! When it comes to liposuction alone, I think Austin is no match for you! Richard, you've only performed your first surgery, and you've only watched me operate once before, yet you've achieved this level!"

"My God, is this what genius is? Unbelievable! I've wasted the last five years of my training! No wonder Catherine agreed; she knew all along you were a surgical genius!"

Richard repeated, "OK! I understand. Can you please be quiet?"

He was very satisfied with his results. It wasn't that the liposuction surgery was perfectly completed, but rather that about 0.5 units of fresh flesh and blood were extracted!

After a few more liposuctions, we can accumulate enough "fresh flesh and blood" to test the flesh and blood puppet.

Daniel finally calmed down and sat down across from Richard: "Listen, Richard! You're a surgical genius! We can make a fortune by working together!"

Although it was a bit hard to accept that Richard had surpassed his level on his first attempt, Daniel had long been used to being crushed by geniuses from all walks of life in the cell lab.

In the field of scientific research, ordinary people are like earthworms trapped in a quagmire, struggling to move forward, while geniuses drag lightning and flames as they roar across the sky.

What else can he do?

That's just how those damn geniuses are!

He quickly adjusted his mindset: if he couldn't beat them, he'd join them!

"Your technique is absolutely top-notch; I believe the recovery speed will be astonishingly fast. This is an unbelievable ability! You've struck gold, you know?"

Richard threw the bottled water he had opened before the surgery into the trash can.

In the United States, anything that goes into your mouth must be thrown away once it's out of sight.

He unscrewed a new bottle of purified water: "Is it very profitable?"

"MF is such a steal!" Daniel couldn't help but swear. "You know what? The top liposuction doctors in New York charge at least $12,000 for a face or leg liposuction, and $25,000 for an abdominal liposuction."

"We only charge $13,000 to start! A full-body restoration can cost $50,000, but what about us? We can't even get a client at $20,000. That's the difference in skill. If you have this skill, you can make a fortune! With this expertise, why are you even learning from Professor Shepard? Socialites and wealthy women would be screaming and lining up to give you their money!"

Richard took a sip of water: "We can find some time to talk this over."

A constant stream of liposuction means a constant supply of fresh flesh and blood, and you can even make some money on the side. Only a fool wouldn't do it.

However, Richard is unfamiliar with this industry and needs Daniel's expertise and tact to accurately assess the risks and rewards.

However, Daniel is currently in an abnormal state, and his desires have been artificially interfered with, so his judgments are very likely to be wrong.

So Richard won't make a decision now: "Daniel, I never make judgments when I'm emotional. Let's talk when you've calmed down."

"OK!" Daniel took a deep breath, patted his cheeks, and realized he was acting a little strange today, perhaps spurred on by Richard's talent. "You're rich! We don't even need to do any other procedures; we can make a fortune just by doing liposuction!"

Richard nodded: "Okay, but no rush. Let's wait until Mia recovers and see the specific effects before deciding, okay?"

Daniel managed to calm down a bit: "You're right. We should calm down. This is a big case. If possible, we could even just perform surgery on minor celebrities—easy, and we'd make more money."

Richard neither confirmed nor denied it.

For him, making money is secondary; living flesh and blood is primary.

From this perspective, celebrities are flesh and blood, and ordinary people are also flesh and blood; there is no difference.

Daniel left excitedly.

No wonder Christina took Richard under her wing; it turns out Richard has the most outstanding talent in experimental operations!

Amazing!

He couldn't even imagine what level Richard's talent in liposuction would reach if he trained for a year or two.

He seemed to see a glittering golden road.

Moreover, this is just liposuction.

In the future, I will teach Richard about autologous fat grafting. Combining liposuction with autologous fat grafting is the legendary body sculpting, which is the pinnacle of medical aesthetics!

A full-body sculpting session, if done for a wealthy woman or a minor celebrity, wouldn't cost more than $10.

Body sculpting is a purely crafted art; whoever has the best skills can make a lot of money.

It's out!

I posted it!

Daniel returned to the hospital and went straight to the head of the equipment department's office: "Are you selling our hospital's fat centrifuge and cryogenic storage devices?"

He was preparing for his upcoming autologous fat grafting procedure.

Henry Carter looked grim.

He sat in the chair, struggling to make his final decision.

Brian is finished; all sorts of damaging information about him is flying around.

I would surely die if I cooperated with him.

Menterson is finished too.

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Theodore's attack was fierce, and all the dirty tricks that Menterson had done a few years ago were brought up.

Henry himself was also under tremendous pressure.

The controversy surrounding whether Mike was a corrupt cop has not subsided, and the media continues to hype it up.

What angered him most was that Menterson not only refused to help, but also shifted all the blame onto him.

He was certain that Miles, that bastard, had sided with Theodore.

The McBlack materials that Isabella obtained were taken over by Miles, and the trouble is getting bigger and bigger.

That bastard Miles is probably plotting to get rid of me and take my place.

If things continue like this, my chief will really be gone. I can't keep following Brian and Manterson down the same path to death!

Henry Carter hesitated for a long time before finally picking up his phone and dialing, cautiously saying, "Mr. Baldwin."

Miles, didn't you team up with Theodore Baldwin to get rid of me?

I'll join them too!

That way, Theodore won't help you get rid of me!

Theodore Baldwin's hearty laughter came from the other end: "I've been waiting for this call for a long time, Chief Carter."

After making his decision, Henry Carter calmed himself down and asked, "So, what do I need to do?"

"Haha, I like working with smart people. Let's meet and talk."

"Alright, I look forward to seeing you tonight."

Brian quickly realized that something was wrong.

Public opinion seemed to ignore Henry Carter and gradually focused on himself.

"This is not normal. Henry Carter is the police chief, and regardless of the circumstances, he bears the ultimate responsibility for the McBlack cop incident," Brian analyzed calmly.

In this situation, the media has intentionally or unintentionally overlooked Henry and attributed the responsibility to Mentorson and Brian: it was Brian's years as mayor that sowed the seeds of trouble for the NYPD, and it was Mayor Mentorson's overly lenient management of the NYPD.

Mentesson was furious: "Henry Carter has betrayed us! Bastard! That traitor!"

"I'm the one who sent him up! How dare he betray me! I'm going to take him down!"

Theodore's offensive was fierce, and he received support from the media and his party, as well as from some people on Wall Street.

For a while, Henry shared the firepower, so he was under less pressure.

Now the media are unanimously pointing the finger at Mentorson and Brian.

In particular, Menterson, as Theodore's direct competitor, bears the brunt of the firepower.

If this situation continues, Theodore might really stage a triumphant return!

Henry's betrayal left Mentenson in a terrible mood. He tried to calm himself down: "Do they have any dirt on Mike?"

Isabella calmly replied, "6."

Of course. I got my hands on some before, and Miles, who took over the investigation, probably got some too. It's all in the NYPD's internal system; I can't see the specifics. It's highly classified. Right now, only three people should have access: Henry Carter, Miles, and Byron, the IAB's chief of general affairs!

"Could you ask Byron to delete the data?"

"Impossible." Isabella scoffed.

Byron, that old fellow, was 61 years old and just waiting to retire. He always kept to himself and didn't get involved in the struggle between the two sides.

If Byron were any older or in better health, she would have found a way to persuade him.

But Byron was already too old to do anything about it, and Isabella was completely helpless: "Byron only does his job, and he ignores you and Theodore. Even Henry Carter can't do anything about this old guy. Nobody dares to offend an old man who has been the IAB's chief of general affairs for decades. Who knows what kind of dirty secrets he has in his hands?"

Brian analyzed, "So, there are only two people who can manipulate the data: Miles and Henry Carter. Now both of them have sided with Theodore."

This unknown made him anxious and restless.

Mentorson, feeling the NYPD was completely out of his control, said impatiently, "Brian, you need to fight back. This isn't the Brian I know. We're in the same boat, and I want to see a strong sailor, not a frail, elderly senator!"

He was extremely dissatisfied, as he had become Brian's shield and was now bearing the brunt of the firepower.

Brian scoffed, "Matterson, we're not all in the same boat; we're just fighting a common enemy."

"Anyway, I want to see change," Menterson said dismissively.

Brian got up and left the room.

Doug immediately caught up: "How was it?"

"This is bad. Byron has sided with Theodore." Brian walked quickly, his face expressionless.

What he didn't tell Mentheson was that Isabella told him privately that Byron had somehow obtained dirt on Brian from his time at the NYPD!

He is now facing enormous danger because he cannot delete the data.

"What should we do?"

"I must act immediately!"

"To Hawaii?"

"Go to Hawaii, we can't wait any longer. I have to get an answer from that old bastard Alger..." Brian's eyes were resolute: "No matter the cost!"

There were no customers at the Upper East Side store for the next two days.

Daniel was just a resident at the Queens Hospital, so he didn't see many patients seeking cosmetic procedures, and even fewer high-end clients.

He can't come to the clinic every day; he needs to build up a customer base.

Catherine's recruitment of nurses was also not going well.

In the past two years, thanks to the rapid development of medical aesthetics technology, several large chain medical aesthetics groups across the country have expanded wildly. In addition, there are 10 to 20 high-end medical aesthetics clinics in each major city, which have taken away a large number of doctors and nurses.

In this environment of fierce competition among industry giants, it is difficult for small clinics like Catherine's, which aim to break into the high-end market, to recruit nurses with sufficient experience.

This is something she only discovered after she started working in the high-end market.

That's probably why the old Russian couldn't hold on any longer.

The cosmetic clinic had no customers.

Richard continued to lead a fulfilling life, studying during the day and dissecting corpses at OCME at night.

By studying endocrinology-related textbooks, my knowledge of "soul and desire" slowly increased to 48%.

[Flesh and Bone] is also increased to 91% by cutting up corpses.

The progress is getting slower and slower. At this rate, it will take at least another month or two to reach level 3.

Simply cutting up and dissecting corpses yields less and less benefit.

What should we do next?

Are you suggesting we perform some bloody rituals?

Richard has no clue yet.

The liposuction procedure at the cosmetic clinic inspired him. He realized that he could gain knowledge much faster by manipulating living flesh and blood than by cutting dead people, and he could also obtain fresh flesh and blood.

Unfortunately, for now, he can only do peripheral work like plastic surgery.

Otherwise, major surgeries like limb amputation, heart bypass surgery, and amputation for paralysis would definitely be more lucrative.

However, those surgeries require very strict management of doctors, which is beyond the capabilities of clinics like Catherine's, which operate on the fringes of legality.

He needs to obtain the appropriate license to do it, which will have to wait until he gets his MD degree.

Too slow.

Or should I have Christina set up a project for me, specifically for cutting up living people?

The third day was the scheduled follow-up appointment with Mia.

Mia arrived at the clinic, chattering on and on: "You guys are amazing! I feel so much more comfortable than when I had liposuction two years ago! Just three days, and I'm already feeling much less pain!"

The year before last? So you get liposuction every two years? Richard was speechless.

However, considering that there are many tough people in America, using liposuction instead of weight loss doesn't seem like such an outrageous thing.

Claire carefully removed the bandages and padding, revealing the skin: "OMG! No bumps, no infection, no swelling, looks like it's recovered in two weeks!"

She looked at Richard, filled with shock.

She had never seen a liposuction procedure with such a fast recovery.

How precise must that be?

Daniel also checked it carefully, looking at Richard with admiration.

Three days!

It recovered in three days!

Although it could still be felt slightly swollen and hard when touched, and Mia felt a little pain, it was almost invisible on the outside. The speed was terrifying.

He knew better than anyone else present what this meant.

Top-notch operating techniques!

The brightest path to making money!

Daniel's excitement was palpable: "Mia, you're fully recovered! You've hit the jackpot! This is worth $4, no, $8! Those big stars are willing to pay $10 for the best service!"

Mia was very wary: "What are you trying to say? More money? We agreed on $13000! I won't pay a single extra dollar!"

Daniel's lips twitched slightly: "That's right, it's 13,000."

Mia left in high spirits.

The recovery was indeed much faster than she had imagined.

She has liposuction every 2-3 years and is very familiar with the procedure.

The clinic fell silent.

Claire stared at Richard as if he were a stack of walking dollars.

Only Catherine remained calm. In her view, Richard doing all this was perfectly normal, even a bit restrained.

Daniel's expression was complex: "You know what? Richard, you've actually broken through the legendary limits. Scientists have conducted tests on liposuction surgery and concluded that five days is the maximum recovery time. Normally, it takes two weeks to recover. Even a master like Austin might be able to do it in five to seven days, but you only took three days! OMG! This is an indescribable, incomprehensible talent. Your surgical talent far surpasses that of ordinary people!"

Daniel was simply amazed; he had no doubts whatsoever.

In fact, many surgical techniques have improved through continuous iteration.

Things that were impossible in the past have become commonplace more than a decade later, which is quite normal.

However, in most cases, this is achieved thanks to more advanced technologies and equipment.

It's truly outrageous that Richard's work relies solely on manual rubbing.

But that's how craftsmanship works. For example, some solid rocket fuels rely solely on a few skilled craftsmen cutting them with knives. Even the slightest difference can lead to huge performance differences and dangers. That's the ultimate level of hand-crafting.

"Hey, Catherine, I think we need to talk. Let's call Oliver over too."

Catherine thought for a moment and said, "Okay."

Half an hour later, Richard, Daniel, Catherine, Claire, and Oliver gathered together.

Daniel said, "Three days. Mia almost fully recovered in just three days. Oliver, you know what that means."

Oliver's expression changed rapidly: "The usual timeframe is 10 to 15 days. This proves Richard's surgical skills are extremely strong; perhaps all that's needed is liposuction for the clinic to thrive."

"No! You don't understand!" Daniel emphasized again, "This is the highest level in the world; even Austin, with his precise surgical skills, can't achieve this!"

Oliver's mouth dropped open.

He knew Richard was capable, but he didn't expect him to be this capable.

He didn't know Austin, but he knew Derson was precise, the pinnacle of body sculpting in the United States!

Daniel said, "I think the clinic business needs to be adjusted. We shouldn't do anything more complicated. Just liposuction and autologous fat grafting are enough to make money."

Catherine frowned: "Then the clinic's revenue will decrease."

Daniel analyzed, "Not necessarily. The clinic's investment and expenses will also decrease, allowing us to buy less equipment. And if we only do liposuction, we won't need to employ so many people; five will suffice. We can all work part-time, not coming in unless we have a large enough clientele, then we can all come together for a concentrated treatment. Claire can do other part-time jobs, as can Oliver, and Catherine can help out at your old clinic. And Richard, he's very busy too, going to the cell lab, attending OCME, and even taking time to study for his AP exams..."

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As Daniel spoke, he glanced at Richard and said that all the geniuses chosen by Christina were "roll kings".

Catherine quickly did a quick estimate, and the net profit was indeed about the same, but everyone had gained more time.

"It can be done."

Richard didn't care about the money; what he really needed was more living flesh and blood.

He also said, "Sure. We only perform liposuction as a specialized cosmetic procedure."

This better suited his needs; aside from liposuction, Richard couldn't obtain enough "fresh flesh and blood" for other cosmetic procedures.

You can't just secretly have some flesh and blood extracted from someone else to get a hyaluronic acid injection, can you?

The surface skin will collapse.

Richard said, "But we can't advertise it because I don't have a license; I can only do it under Daniel's name."

“No problem,” Daniel said. “I’ve drafted a rough plan. I’ll be responsible for finding clients and providing licenses. Also… I’ll take responsibility for any medical malpractice.”

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He gritted his teeth. There was no other way; if he wanted to get rich, this was the method.

...So I'll take 25% of the profits. Richard, the surgeon, takes 50%. Catherine provides the venue and assumes some risk, 15%. Claire 4%, and Oliver, I'll give you 6%, and you better shut up.

Claire was very satisfied.

This income is already very high for a nurse.

Nurses generally do not participate in profit sharing; they only receive a fixed amount.

Oliver made a zipper-like motion over his mouth.

6% may not seem like much, but if the price can really be raised to $4 for a single surgery as Daniel says, then 6% would be $2400.

If Richard can get body sculpting in the future, Oliver might be able to earn $5000 from a single surgery.

If you can perform 10 surgeries a month, that's $5, an outrageous income.

This exceeds his earnings at any hospital.

"But that's on the condition that you can find enough customers."

"I'll take charge," Daniel said. "We might not have that many at the beginning. I need to find a group of unknown actors."

Do actors also need liposuction?

"Of course! They all say they lose weight through exercise, how could that be! It's all liposuction! They just won't admit it."

"In this respect, our small size has become an advantage. We only do private, high-end business, letting them spread the word by word." Daniel spoke eloquently, showing his deep familiarity with the field: "It's difficult to get the first batch of seed users at the beginning, but once you open a door, it becomes easier over time. Before that, Richard needs to do a few more liposuctions; I need to use the results of these surgeries to woo those socialites and wealthy women."

Richard nodded: "I have no objection, but since I don't have a license, I can only say on the surface that you will perform the entire surgery. As for the money, it can't be given to me directly, to avoid being targeted by the IRS. Daniel and Catherine will each hold 25% on my behalf, and you can pay for whatever I need to buy. I will cover any extra taxes you need to pay."

Catherine immediately replied, "No problem."

Daniel added, "I have no problem either."

He was very grateful for Richard's trust; after only a few meetings, Richard was willing to keep 25% of the profits in his own hands.

Even if it's a nominee shareholding, it still represents a huge level of trust.

He finally realized that the misunderstanding between him and Richard could be put behind them.

Daniel was brimming with confidence: "Our first priority is to become famous. Let's start the surgeries. We have three liposuction procedures tomorrow, and regardless of the area, it will all be under general anesthesia!"

Because Richard performed the surgery, the patients couldn't see it.

Oliver chuckled: "Yes, we only take general anesthesia cases, not minor ones."

A living room in a luxury mansion on the Upper East Side.

A crystal chandelier hangs from the high ceiling, a beige sofa surrounds a marble coffee table, and a modern abstract painting hangs on the wall.

The floor-to-ceiling windows offer a view of Central Park, and sunlight filters through the blinds, casting long, thin shadows on the light-colored wooden floor.

This was an afternoon tea gathering of five best friends.

Daphne kept trying on clothes, anxiously saying, "I'm going on vacation to Hawaii with Carl in two weeks, but the bikini Carl bought me doesn't fit! It's so small!"

"Smaller? Hahaha, you've gained weight!" a woman teased with a laugh.

Daphne was getting anxious: "I need to lose weight! I don't want to see myself looking so bad anymore!"

Everyone nodded.

Daphne's boyfriend, Carl, is a partner on Wall Street. Carl is very picky about women, which makes Daphne very nervous. She worries that if she's not careful, Carl will be snatched away by some other woman.

"You won't lose much weight in two weeks," Nakia said, pouring tea for her best friend. "I recently had liposuction, and I recovered in three days."

She lifted the hem of her shirt, revealing her waist.

Her waist was smooth and flat, without any surgical scars. Several women put down their teacups at the same time.

"Really?" A pretty girl named Talia leaned over from one end of the sofa, carefully looking at Nakia's waist and gently touching it.

"I really can't tell! Was it really only three days?"

Nakia shrugged. "Three days. It still hurts a little to the touch, and there's a slight swelling and hardening here, but it's not visible on the surface. That doctor named Daniel is a genius!"

"Daniel? New York hospital? Ha, I've made an appointment with Spencer." Daphne's tone was confident. "It's been booked for three months, but he said I can recover in 10 days. I don't dare to take the risk; I have to wait until I get back from vacation."

Spencer is a well-known medical aesthetics and body sculpting expert. He works as an attending physician at a hospital in Queens and also does part-time work at high-end private medical aesthetic clinics when he has a lot of work. He has been in this industry for a long time and is quite famous among these middle-class ladies.

Nakia shrugged: "A week or 10 days is fine, but 3 days..." She proudly lowered the hem of her dress.

Nobody is stupid.

The difference between 10 days and 3 days is huge.

For Daphne, this meant whether she could wear a bikini before her vacation and whether she could win Karl's heart!

Daphne gritted her teeth: "Give me Daniel's phone number."

After writing down the phone number, she hesitated whether to cancel her appointment with Spencer.

Talia asked again, curiously, "Really only three days?"

Her agent secured her an incredibly valuable audition opportunity—the lead role in Columbia Pictures' special effects blockbuster "Tides of Shadows" this year—but the chances were slim. The producers wanted a Black actress for the lead role, and Talia was just going to try her luck.

However, she still decided to give it her all!

She is a third-tier actress who got into the industry thanks to her parents' connections in the entertainment circle. However, her parents' abilities are limited, and they can only help her get this far. From now on, Talia will have to rely entirely on herself.

Therefore, this opportunity is very important to her.

The only problem is that the role requires her to lose 10 pounds, and she only has 8 days to prepare.

She tried dieting, exercising, dehydrating, and even running wrapped in plastic wrap, but nothing seemed to work.

There's no time left now.

Nakia smiled and took out her phone: "Look, this is the bill."

The date of the surgery, costing $18,000, was clearly written on it; the surgery took place four days ago.

Talia was intrigued: "Could you give me Dr. Daniel's phone number?"

Among this group of close friends, she was the most inconspicuous one.

If she could really become the lead actress in a blockbuster film with an investment of hundreds of millions, she would be on a completely different level from these hypocritical bitches!

The operating room at Queens Hospital.

Daniel was undergoing rhinoplasty, and Spencer stood silently beside him.

Daniel was so nervous that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

As an expert in this field, Spencer's mere presence exerted immense psychological pressure on Daniel.

Spencer was never a tolerant person.

Sure enough, after standing there for a short while, he began to say, "The angle of your incision is off. If it were moved slightly to the left by about one centimeter, the recovery would be better and the scar would be smaller. Also, the suture density is not enough. The tissue separation technique is too rough."

He pointed out over a dozen areas for improvement in just a few minutes, thoroughly criticizing Daniel and leaving him utterly speechless.

The resident doctors and nurses in the operating room were all looking at Daniel.

He could only grit his teeth and say, "Thank you for your guidance."

"Hmph, is this the level of students Christina teaches?"

Daniel gritted his teeth and remained silent. "I may be useless, but you have no idea how awesome my junior brother is!"

Spencer wanted to get into Christina's lab but failed, and he didn't dare to attack Christina, so he would make sarcastic remarks about Daniel whenever he had the chance.

Therefore, Daniel has not had a good time at the Queens hospital these past few years.

Unfortunately, Spencer was the attending physician in the plastic surgery department, and Daniel's superior.

Spencer wasn't unable to be promoted to director; rather, he had been working part-time at private cosmetic clinics for years, making a fortune by sourcing products from Queens Hospital to these clinics. He had no interest in working at Queens Hospital at all.

This is quite common in plastic surgery, and everyone accepts it.

Spencer returned to his office in a good mood.

One doctor said, "I think you're being a little too harsh on Daniel."

Spencer said calmly, "As Christina's student, he should perform better than everyone else, otherwise he will be a disgrace to Christina."

"Really? That sounds nice, but I get the feeling you're trying to put him down." The colleague shrugged.

Spencer's phone rang. He glanced at it; it was Daphne, one of his high-end clients.

Spencer composed himself and said cheerfully, "Hi Daphne, it's almost time for surgery. Are you ready? Please take good care of yourself during this time, and don't catch a cold or get a haircut."

Daphne stated directly, "I'd like to inquire about the recovery period."

Spencer keenly sensed Daphne's wavering: "Recovery period? Absolutely within 10 days, I'm confident I can control it to around 7 to 8 days, which is already top-tier in the industry. Has someone promised you an even shorter time?"

This situation is very common.

Every high-end client is a high-value user. If done well, it can even cultivate a client base, including her best friend, her friends, her mother, and even her daughter, all of whom could potentially become future clients.

Daphne's boyfriend is Carl, a Wall Street partner who is very rich. Naturally, the friends of such a person are all wealthy people.

Spencer valued Daphne as a client highly, as this was the first time he had done business with the families of Wall Street executives.

Although he was already a well-known expert, he had seven or eight scoundrel colleagues in New York who were even more famous than him.

Spencer doesn't think he's any less skilled than them, but those jerks are good at hype and have more fame.

Those people basically only perform surgery on Wall Street executives, wives of billionaires, and big stars, earning tens of thousands of dollars per case.

Spencer was very interested in this and kept trying to squeeze into that small circle.

Daphne was a key customer for him in expanding his market!

Daphne hesitated for a moment: "I heard there's a doctor who can do it in three days."

She did not say Daniel's name.

"Three days?" Spencer laughed, his anxiety immediately subsiding.

If we're talking about 5 days, it might be because I met a few of the top experts, like Austin.

But 3 days?

impossible!

"You've met a fraudster, Daphne."

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