Under the surgical lights, Yan Feifan stood before the operating table, set down his instruments, and carefully examined his work.
After the correction and intradermal suturing, the original cleft lip was now just a faint, reddish seam.
The newly reshaped lips and nose already showed the makings of a handsome little boy.
Yan Feifan nodded in satisfaction.
He glanced at the empty space to his left and asked, somewhat smugly, "Yiyi, how would you score this entire surgical simulation?"
As Yan Feifan spoke, the flawless Yiyi seemed to step out of the void, appearing in a flash to his left.
"What score? Failing!"
Yan Feifan was taken aback. He turned to face Yiyi squarely and said, puzzled, "Yiyi, you've always been rigorous and objective."
"I'm confident this simulation was quite good. Even if it had flaws, it shouldn't warrant a failing grade, should it?"
"You think it was 'quite good'?"
