Chapter 365: Asking for Humiliation

"Deng Chaohong, do you really think your surgery is better than mine?" Xue Heng asked coldly.

He had his doubts, but as a top-tier surgeon, Xue Heng had a profound understanding of himself and the industry.

It was no exaggeration to say that his own attainments in Sports Medicine were definitely in the top five nationwide; although Deng Chaohong's level was not low, he was completely incomparable to him.

He reckoned Deng Chaohong was just putting on a brave front and applying extreme pressure on himself; if he were to chicken out under pressure now, he would be a laughingstock to Deng Chaohong for the rest of his life.

"Let's see, let me see how much your surgery has improved," Xue Heng said.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Xue, let's just forget it," Deng Chaohong laughed. "You still have a plane to catch, don't let me delay your return to the Imperial Capital."

At this, Xue Heng became even more certain that Deng Chaohong was lying to him. With his mind made up, Xue Heng grabbed Deng Chaohong.

"Deng Chaohong, your surgical level hasn't improved, but you've really mastered these crooked ways! No, even if I don't go back to the Imperial Capital, I have to see how much your surgery has progressed over these years."

"Where is your Demonstration Room? Let me see your surgery!"

Deng Chaohong was just a bit embarrassed, worried that Ji Xiang might accidentally bump into them and expose the truth, which would be awkward.

But since Xue Heng was convinced that his surgery was inferior to his own, Deng Chaohong steeled himself, went to retrieve the Arthroscopy storage device, and instead of leaving the operating room, he directly borrowed the operating room's Demonstration Room and began playing the surgical video.

"What kind of crappy Demonstration Room is this? Your economy here is poor, and the operating room equipment is rotten too," Xue Heng said with disdain when he asked if they could play the surgical video on dual screens and was told no.

"Playing the surgeries one by one is fine too." Deng Chaohong took a moment to call Ji Xiang, and knowing Ji Xiang was busy in the ward, he felt relieved.

Both were full of confidence.

Both believed they could win.

Both understood each other, and both thought the other's surgery was trash.

This bizarre scene made Tang Yan feel amused.

Everyone in the operating room, from the Anesthesia doctors to the Nurses, knew what kind of person Deng Chaohong was; he usually disdained using other people's surgeries to boost his own status.

But Professor Xue Heng from the Imperial Capital was truly too annoying, so Tang Yan didn't expose Deng Chaohong's little trick and watched the surgery playback with a smile.

The surgical process from the memory card was projected onto the screen. Starting from the Arthroscopy entering the joint cavity, Xue Heng glanced at it and, determining that Deng Chaohong's surgery was more difficult than his own, he was immediately puzzled.

But in an instant, he let out a cold snort, "Deng Chaohong, are you just going to finish the surgery after fooling around a bit?"

"No, the surgery was very successful."

"Hehe." Xue Heng sneered. In his heart, he had already outlined Deng Chaohong's surgical process and found the "Achilles' heel," preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Deng Chaohong when the time came.

The surgery began: dissection, locating the suture knot, and confirming it was the hyperplasia and deformation caused by Suture Knot Impingement.

Cutting the suture knot, preparing to clean the hyperplastic bursa.

At this moment, the surgical process stuttered, as if the surgeon was hesitating about what to do next.

Xue Heng laughed out loud, stood up, and paused the surgery.

"Senior Brother Xue, what are you doing?" Deng Chaohong asked.

"Here." Xue Heng stepped onto the platform, looked around, found there was no laser pointer, complained a few more times, and pointed at the image with his hand.

"There are bursae in the Subacromial Bursa as well as the anterior, posterior, and lateral sides of the Deltoid Muscle. Your level isn't high enough, so you must have been lazy and only cleaned the Subacromial Bursa, without doing an expanded clearance."

"I saw in the Medical Record description that the Patient is an athlete. Do you think you're being responsible by doing this? After the surgery, an athlete still has bursae left untreated on the anterior, posterior, and lateral sides of the Deltoid Muscle. Although it doesn't affect daily life, their professional career is ruined."

Having said this, Xue Heng looked straight at Deng Chaohong and asked coldly, "Deng Chaohong, touch your conscience and tell me, can you say you have a clear conscience about the surgery that follows?"

Deng Chaohong felt slightly ashamed and angry; Xue Heng's words were extremely sharp and unacceptable.

Indeed, if he were performing the surgery, the subsequent steps would be exactly as Xue Heng described; he definitely wouldn't clean the anterior, posterior, and lateral bursae of the Deltoid Muscle.

That was beyond his surgical ability.

But!

For Xue Heng to point at his nose and attribute this to his conscience was malicious.

Deng Chaohong quickly suppressed the feeling of being humiliated; after all, the following surgery was performed by Ji Xiang, which in his view was world-class surgery.

Xue Heng was completely not worth considering.

"Senior Brother Xue, are you done guessing? Let's continue watching the surgery," Deng Chaohong said indifferently.

"I guessed right, didn't I?" Xue Heng said triumphantly, then clicked to continue playing the surgery.

He didn't go back to sit and watch the surgery quietly, but instead took on the airs of a superior Doctor, preparing to pause the surgery at any time to lecture and attack.

However,

The moment Xue Heng saw only the radiofrequency vaporization probe enter the joint cavity to begin Blunt Dissection of the hyperplastic bursa, he was completely stunned.

Using only a radiofrequency vaporization probe without hemostatic equipment—what a naive approach!

Under normal circumstances, such an operation simply didn't exist!

But Deng Chaohong was right in front of him, and the suggestion to watch the surgery was his own; could it be...

A thought appeared in Xue Heng's mind that he couldn't believe no matter what—the surgery had already surpassed his own by one or two major levels, and Deng Chaohong's Blunt Dissection had reached perfection, with the confidence to avoid bleeding.

This was impossible!

Completely impossible!!

Xue Heng stared blankly at the surgical process.

Time ticked away second by second. On the screen, the radiofrequency vaporization probe was like a part of the surgeon's body, pressing or pulling, moving with ease, and the Subacromial Bursa was dissected just like that.

Unknowingly, Xue Heng's mouth hung open as if he were holding two eggs, unable to close it.

Just looking at the step of using the radiofrequency vaporization probe for the Blunt Dissection of the Subacromial Bursa, Deng Chaohong's surgery was indeed better than his own!

Xue Heng wanted to turn and leave, not to continue embarrassing himself. But although he thought so in his heart, his feet seemed to be nailed to the floor, motionless.

The surgical process he had just seen was pleasing to the eye; in Xue Heng's view, this was a work of art.

So what about the surgery that followed?

Xue Heng watched with focused attention.

The surgeon did not just perform the dissection of the Subacromial Bursa as Xue Heng had just guessed; the radiofrequency vaporization probe continued to dissect the bursae near the Deltoid Muscle.

Expanded clearance!

Although he could guess it just by looking at the free-floating Subacromial Bursa, Xue Heng was still inexplicably astonished.

Everyone knows that extensive debridement is beneficial to the Patient, but the mainstream voice in academia still does not recognize this point because the surgical operation is extremely difficult.

Has Deng Chaohong already become this strong!

Sitting off-stage, Deng Chaohong held his body straight, sitting with the posture of a soldier as if in military training, his eyes fixed firmly on the screen.

Although he witnessed all of this with his own eyes, looking back on it now, it still left him immersed and unable to extricate himself.

(End of this chapter)