Chapter 133: Honor? How Much Honor Could You Possibly Have?

"Being fast is worth nothing." The technician didn't notice the tone of his own voice as he looked down at the screen. "When I was doing advanced training in Shanghai, I really looked down on many of the doctors there."

"How so?"

"They'd start injecting medicine the moment the catheter entered the Hepatic Artery, and the Lipiodol would just drift in randomly before the surgery ended—15 minutes per case. Sure, it's fast, but what's the point?"

Although Liu Zhuren was not in Hepatobiliary Surgery, he understood the general principles. Hearing the technician say this, Liu Zhuren nodded repeatedly.

Similar things had been said by the director of the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department after he'd had too much to drink, but when asked again the next day, he would flatly deny it, claiming he had remembered it wrong.

Was the technician drunk too? A thought suddenly floated through Liu Zhuren's mind.

"Liu Zhuren, look at how this surgery was performed. The Level 4 Blood Vessel is blocked tight. I reckon you don't even need to perform surgery; the Patient could go home the day after tomorrow."

"!!!"

Li Zhuren stared at the technician with wide eyes.

"Sigh, this surgery was truly fucking awesome!"

Amidst the technician's shameless, "sycophantic" praise, the surgery ended.

Ji Xiang waved his hand, the Airtight Lead Door opened, and the ward Doctor went to push the Patient back to the ward.

The next Patient was sitting at the entrance, and the Nurse, seeing the surgery had ended, prepared to bring them into the Operating Room.

"Wait a moment, I have something to say," Ji Xiang said coldly.

The Nurse stared blankly at Ji Xiang, thinking to herself, since when is it a Standardized Training Student's turn to speak?

But the next second, she saw Zhao Zhuren's waist bent like a shrimp, nodding incessantly in front of Ji Xiang, and all her unspoken criticisms were swallowed back down.

"Zhao Zhuren, tell me how the surgery was performed," Ji Xiang said while walking into the operation room.

He looked up at the door, and the technician's sycophantic nature erupted; he immediately understood, turned around, and closed the door.

This scene felt familiar to him. In Shanghai, when top-tier domestic experts encountered a junior Doctor having trouble with a surgery, they would first help clean up the mess and then come to the operation room to give a lecture directly on the computer.

A lecture was still considered gentle; those who were more serious would start scolding directly.

Closing the door was mandatory—no surgeon wants to lose face. There are some things a big boss can scold, but that bystanders who don't want to be involved shouldn't hear.

The technician then nimbly moved the chair to the most comfortable position for Ji Xiang.

Ji Xiang sat down with a thud.

Everything felt natural.

"Little Doctor Ji." Liu Zhuren saw Zhao Xiangming hunched over, not even having had time to take off his Lead Clothing, and felt Ji Xiang was being a bit excessive.

Immediately after, Liu Zhuren vaguely heard two clicking sounds.

An advanced version of the Gaze landed on him.

Liu Zhuren also knelt, very thoroughly, without a shred of struggle.

He even forgot that he had previously felt everyone today was acting strange; when it was his turn, Liu Zhuren didn't feel that way at all.

His own Lao Zhuren was sitting right in front of him, and Liu Zhuren felt a sense of awe that left him unable to catch his breath.

"Watch closely, the Patient is still waiting outside," Ji Xiang said, looking deeply at Zhao Xiangming.

【Gaze of a Superior Doctor】 had already pierced through the arrogant and domineering Zhao Zhuren—a critical hit.

"Yes, yes, yes." Zhao Xiangming kept his waist bent, not caring in the slightest about the impact the tens of pounds of Lead Clothing were having on his lumbar discs.

He even ignored the creaking sounds of his old lower back.

"Femoral Artery catheterization, I'll skip this part. If you can't even do a catheterization well, go to the Clinical department and write Medical Records for three years first."

"When entering the Renal Artery from the Abdominal Aorta..."

Ji Xiang sat in front of the computer, breaking down the surgery he had just completed frame by frame.

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Experience Points popped up over Zhao Xiangming's head; it seemed that under the effect of the upgraded 【Gaze of a Superior Doctor】, he had already begun his own ice-breaking journey toward the ceiling of technical skill.

Only Ji Xiang was speaking in the operation room; his basic knowledge couldn't compare to a System NPC, but his Comprehension was there, and his technical level had reached a shocking Level 9—enough to suffice.

Ji Xiang didn't use the skill on the technician; after all, using the skill consumed 2 Surgical Points, so the technician was ignored.

However,

Sun Jishi acted as if he had been looked at by the 【Gaze of a Superior Doctor】, and had even taken a critical hit; he stood respectfully by Ji Xiang's side, listening intently as Ji Xiang explained the entire process of the Embolization Surgery.

He didn't care at all that Ji Xiang was young.

Ji Xiang performed the surgery well—better than anyone he had seen at the hospital where he did his advanced training in Shanghai!

Although Sun Jishi didn't know how to perform surgery, he could recognize the level of the surgery.

At this level, it was top-notch anywhere, a leader in the academic field, and worthy of respect.

"Super-selection of a Level 4 Blood Vessel is the hardest part; there is no fixed hand posture. For example, the vascular branches of the Patient before us are tortuous, so we have to do it like this."

As Ji Xiang spoke, he raised his right hand and made a gesture.

"Mm, mm, mm." Zhao Xiangming nodded repeatedly.

"I told you to follow along, what do you mean by just 'mm-ing'? Are you going to stand on the sidelines and watch during the next surgery too? How old are you, and when are you planning to be able to take charge of a department yourself?" Ji Xiang asked coldly.

Zhao Xiangming, Zhao Zhuren, was full of shame; he didn't argue and began to learn Ji Xiang's surgery.

"As for the specifics, I'll teach you when you are the lead surgeon in a little while."

After reviewing one surgery, Ji Xiang tapped his fingers on the table; the *thump-thump-thump* sound seemed to match the speed of Zhao Xiangming's heartbeat, causing him palpitations.

"Bring in the Patient, prepare for surgery," Ji Xiang stood up.

"Zhuren, it is an honor..."

Ji Xiang turned back to gaze at Zhao Xiangming, the corners of his mouth lifting, "Honor? How much honor could you possibly have?"

"..." Zhao Xiangming was rendered speechless.

"For a Doctor, if you can't perform a surgery well or cure a Patient, that is an original sin. Start the operation!" After Ji Xiang finished speaking, he strode into the operating room.

Not until Ji Xiang left the operating room did Zhao Zhuren feel the pressure stemming from his bloodline lighten slightly.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Xiangming felt as if he had "come back to life."

Lao Zhuren is awesome; despite his age, he actually has such deep research into Interventional Surgery.

During the process of explaining the surgery, Lao Zhuren mentioned a few times that 5-7 days after Embolization, the local lesion would undergo necrosis and atrophy, making Blunt Dissection during the Surgical Operation easier.

This was a roundabout way of reminding him.

Liu Zhuren stared blankly at the computer screen, years of Clinical experience flooding his mind.

Many years ago, he had treated a similar Patient; it was indeed very easy to dissect, and there wasn't much bleeding during the surgery. However, that Patient hadn't been treated intentionally; it was a case of ruptured Renal Cancer, and the Surgical Operation was performed after emergency hemostasis in the Imperial Capital.

He should have thought of this long ago!

A flash of light glinted across Liu Zhuren's spectacle lenses.

He was truly stupid, really; he should have thought of it long ago, there was no need to wait for Lao Zhuren to remind him.

He was still under the effect of the advanced version of the 【Superior Doctor's Gaze】 skill; even though he felt his breathing was normal, subconsciously he still regarded Ji Xiang as his superior Doctor, as the one who had taught him how to perform surgeries hand-in-hand many years ago.

He was truly stupid, he should have thought of it long ago!

(End of chapter)