Chapter 189: Chapter 190: What is Art! (Added for those who do good with their hands tied)

Art emanates from life, and so does medicine.

When Chen Cang was performing the Long Bear surgeries in the virtual space, he kept thinking about something.

That was changing the inner tube of a bicycle!

During his university days, the hospital where Chen Cang interned was quite far from his dormitory, so he had to cycle to work every day, and there was an old man who fixed bicycles near the hospital entrance.

The old man had an amazing skill for changing inner tubes, which was universally acknowledged to be strong!

Typical craftsmen would first remove the wheel, then replace the old inner tube with a new one, doing everything step by step, which took about twenty minutes to half an hour. But when the old man changed inner tubes, he neither removed the wheels nor the outer tires; he simply lifted the wheel hub off the fork a little to create a gap through which he could easily exchange the inner tubes.

During surgery, Chen Cang suddenly realized that breast augmentation was quite akin to changing a tire!

Make an incision, stuff in the prosthesis, and it’s that simple.

But it’s also far from simple!

After all, it was for aesthetic purposes, and the first criterion for perfection was the ideal placement between the second and sixth ribs, finding an area with a diameter of 10-12cm, and creating a mound with a height of 5-6cm, best positioned at the midpoint of the upper arm, with the midpoints of the left and right collarbones forming an isosceles triangle. A base length of 20cm for this triangle was considered the most perfect spatial perception!

All these precise indicators had to be achieved by the surgeon’s skills and were not as simple as one might imagine.

At this moment, Chen Cang was not a surgeon, but an artist.

Plastic surgery wasn’t just about stuffing things in.

The upper limits and quality of a work of art were unlike ordinary medical treatment.

Once the appendix was removed, it was gone, but when an artwork was placed there, it immediately captivated!

That was capability!

And it was art!

The difference between Michelangelo and an ordinary craftsman wasn’t whether one could sculpt a person, but whether one could sculpt a David!

The same went for Long Bear surgery.

Fu Yulan was Chen Cang’s first piece of work, and what Chen Cang aimed for was mastery of the highest order, not the craft of an ordinary workman; what it required was fine craftsmanship.

Breast augmentation wasn’t a job one person could do. The anesthetist in the room was Zhang Zhixin’s exclusive anesthetist, named Chang Yuanming, who was a bit curious when Chen Cang first called him for surgery; the young Dr. Chen hadn’t been here long, but he always operated with Zhang Zhixin, so they were quite familiar with each other.

The assistant was a young man named Little Cui, who chose to work at Zhixin Plastic Surgery Hospital instead of a regular hospital since graduating from medical school. After all, this place offered quicker earnings and lower barriers compared to hospitals.

Little Cui watched Chen Cang with curiosity, and though he didn’t speak, his furrowed brows conveyed his bewilderment. He noticed that Chen Cang’s technique was entirely different from Zhang Zhixin’s!

It wasn’t about who did it better, but Chen Cang’s attention to detail seemed to have reached an extreme!

Both were puzzled by this, and even over a minor detail, Chen Cang would work on it seven or eight times.

Chen Cang put in a lot of effort in implanting the prosthesis!

He went back and forth, comparing positions no less than ten times.

For a prominent shape, one must have the perfect tear-drop form, similar to “Miró’s Venus.”

Chen Cang’s eyes were like built-in rulers, meticulously adjusting to achieve a 5cm or so axis height, creating an almost 90-degree angle with the chest wall!

This height was crucial!

Generally speaking, the best proportions follow the golden ratio of half to 0.618!

The proportion of height to diameter this way would align perfectly with human aesthetics.

Chen Cang took a deep breath, knowing that what followed needed a change in fullness, as a perfect Long Bear surgery had to consider all aspects.

Fu Yulan was a dancer, and Chen Cang had to think about the issue of fullness, where perfect fullness could produce a rhythmic dynamism in tune with the continuous motion of the body.

Dance is a way for women to express beauty, a full embodiment of their figures.

What Chen Cang sought to create was an artwork that, whether standing or lying still, looked as serene as a water droplet, and in leaps and turns, exhibited the three-dimensional beauty of dynamic rhythm.

As time ticked by, second by second.

The anesthetist, Chang Yuanming, couldn’t help but say, “Dr. Chen… we’re running short on time.”

Truth be told, Chen Cang’s surgery time was far longer than Zhang Zhixin’s.

If it was going to be done, Chen Cang would do it to a standard of a million dollars, designing an art piece.

Chen Cang’s hand movements were gentle and deliberative, his eyes thoughtful, even starting to envision various angles and pressures…

…

The surgery ended!

Fu Yulan just woke up at this time.

Chang Yuanming, quite honestly, was sweating bullets; he never imagined that a surgery could take so long.

At this time, Fu Yulan was a bit dazed.

“Dr. Chen… have I changed?”

Chang Yuanming was taken aback…

Shouldn’t you be asking who you are, where you are?

Outside the operating room, Fu Yufang had been waiting anxiously for a while. It’s untrue to say she wasn’t nervous or worried about such a lengthy surgery. After all, it’s surgery, and who wouldn’t be scared?

Then the door to the operating room opened, and Fu Yufang eagerly approached Fu Yulan, who had just woken up.

“You’re awake?”

Fu Yulan rolled her eyes, “Just like waking up from sleep…”

Fu Yufang quickly asked, “Are you feeling uncomfortable?”

Fu Yulan nodded, “It still hurts!”

Chen Cang smiled, “That’s a normal reaction; don’t be afraid.”

Fu Yulan obediently nodded. What she cared about the most now was not whether it hurt,

but without Chen Cang speaking, she didn’t dare touch or feel, and couldn’t see, so she just waited to return to the ward to discover for herself.

It was the same VIP ward as before.

After coming in, Fu Yufang closed the door, and Fu Yulan, without any hesitation in front of Chen Cang, immediately clamored, “Sis, grab me the mirror quickly!”

Fu Yufang had no mirror on hand, and seeing this, Fu Yulan, anxious, jumped up and ran toward the bathroom.

Chen Cang, standing outside, suddenly heard a burst of heart-wrenching laughter coming from within!

“Hahaha…”

“Sis, sis, quick, take a photo of me!”