Chapter 366: Great Skill Does Not Appear Skilled

The subacromial bursa and the anterior, posterior, and lateral bursae of the deltoid muscle were successfully freed.

The surgical procedure was very simple; Xue Heng's gaze fell upon the time.

12′12″, quite an auspicious number.

To a layperson, to a non-orthopedist, or even to a non-top-tier orthopedic surgeon, all of this was to be expected.

But a sense of terror welled up from the bottom of Xue Heng's heart, making his whole body tremble—he knew very well just how terrifying the number 12′12″ was.

A surgical recording had been turned into a horror movie.

If

If,

If!

If surgery could be this simple, would the industry still be divided over expanding the debridement of hyperplastic bursae?

No,

If that were the case, there would absolutely be no disagreement.

The pros and cons of these two approaches were clear at a glance; it was just a matter of whether one could actually perform them.

A chill rose from both of Xue Heng's heels, rushing straight to the back of his head.

Unbeknownst to him, Deng Chaohong had already become this strong! So strong that Xue Heng felt regret, helplessness, and unwillingness, yet he did not even harbor a single thought of resistance.

Without needing to continue watching, Xue Heng already had a sufficiently clear judgment—the operator's surgery was already world-class, leaving him behind by three whole streets.

The subsequent surgery directly confirmed Xue Heng's conjecture.

The operator's steps for releasing the coracoacromial ligament were simple and clear, with the anatomical structures well-defined.

This step of protecting the deltoid muscle and not damaging the muscle fibers also became extremely simple in the operator's hands, as if it were not difficult in the slightest.

Very quickly, the coracoacromial ligament was released, and Xue Heng even sensed a breath of despair from the surgery.

He had never dreamed that someone could perform surgery to this extent.

The connection between the coracoacromial ligament and the deltoid muscle was tight, but for the operator, it seemed that nothing was a problem; simple freeing and releasing were enough.

The operator's limit was not here at all; Xue Heng could not even evaluate how far the operator could actually go.

Infinite terror shrouded Xue Heng's heart, like a rain cloud, turning his self-world into a pitch-black void.

Just like hell.

Deng Chaohong's surgery was terrifying to this degree!

When did he reach such a high level!!

Xue Heng had absolutely no idea of the answer.

Subsequently, the operator began to assess the subacromial osteophytes; with a few movements of the camera, Xue Heng clearly understood the operator's intent.

The operator was not showing off for the sake of showing off; he had been performing the surgery "honestly" the whole time.

Starting from the outer edge, the operator ground down the osteophytes backward and inward until the flatness of the subacromial edge was restored.

The technique was plain, without a hint of flashiness. But it was this action, simple to the point of being rustic, that made Xue Heng's knees go weak; he almost finished watching the surgery on his knees.

Rustic techniques are the most practical; they look like they lack skill, but all skill is fused into the operator's judgment on how to remove the osteophytes.

Every movement of the shaver was just right.

It both removed the osteophytes and preserved the thickness of the bone, avoiding the complication of a fracture occurring under exertion post-surgery due to the bone being too thin.

The four words "just right" were the description of the operator's peak-level surgery, and also the highest praise.

The surgery was damn good!

Xue Heng used all his strength to control his emotions, which was the only reason he didn't finish watching the surgery on his knees.

Compared to the surgery of the operator before him, the surgeries he had performed, seen, and heard of were all fucking trash.

The surgery ended in such a "plain" way, without waves, as simple as cutting out a subcutaneous lipoma.

As the arthroscope was withdrawn, the surgical video ended.

Xue Heng stared blankly at the screen, speechless, as if the surgery were still continuing, as if he could never watch enough.

Tang Yan did not know how good Ji Xiang's surgery was, but at this moment, the arrogant and domineering Professor Xue standing motionless in front of the screen had already provided the footnote for the surgery.

It seemed... he should report to the "leader"? After Tang Yan took a photo of this scene with her phone, she habitually wanted to edit it, then laughed at herself.

What was there to edit? With beauty filters and skin smoothing turned off, Tang Yan took another photo.

In the photo, Xue Heng's legs were slightly bent, and the words "lost and dejected" seemed to be carved onto his forehead.

Perfect!

Xue Heng's expression and posture interpreted what he wanted to say clearly, even leaving room for imagination.

Tang Yan smiled and saved the photo; this would be the one for today!

"Senior Brother Xue, the surgery is over; let's take a look at your surgery together," Deng Chaohong said indifferently.

If even Tang Yan could understand it, how could Deng Chaohong not see it?

The surgery had already left Xue Heng bewildered; he himself occupied the absolute upper hand, and he could mock Xue Heng however he pleased.

But as this thought occurred, a sense of discomfort flashed in Deng Chaohong's heart.

He was kind-hearted after all; although he could kick someone while they were down, the stone wasn't his, it was Ji Xiang's, and Deng Chaohong felt a bit embarrassed.

Moreover, looking at the surgery performed by Ji Xiang again, Deng Chaohong also felt a bit lost and dejected.

If only he had performed it himself, how good that would have been.

"Senior Brother Xue, let's just forget it." Seeing that Xue Heng did not speak, Deng Chaohong stood up and sighed, "Shall I take you to the airport?"

"Uh..." A strange sound came from Xue Heng's throat.

"Let's stop watching the surgery here," Deng Chaohong said. "Watching any more will make you miss your flight."

Deng Chaohong did not know what time Xue Heng's flight was, but he knew that standing here would only make Xue Heng more embarrassed.

"Deng Chaohong, when did you... when did you... when did you practice surgery to this level?" Xue Heng asked, stuttering.

Faced with this question, Deng Chaohong did not know how to answer.

"Let's go, Senior Brother Xue," Deng Chaohong said, feeling very helpless.

"So you have been practicing surgery here all this time." After watching the surgery, Xue Heng's reaction was even more exaggerated than Deng Chaohong's; he was almost incoherent.

The surgical process was simple and unadorned, yet people of different levels perceived it in vastly different ways.

Tang Yan only felt that everything was as it should be, while Bai Chuzhang and Liu Zhuren felt it was good, but could not articulate exactly why.

Deng Chaohong could see it was world-class surgery and praised it endlessly.

Xue Heng, however, completely lost his composure; he had been left utterly devastated by this surgery that possessed great skill hidden behind simplicity.

He was dragged away by Deng Chaohong, and Tang Yan found it amusing.

"Yan'er, what are you doing?" an old Nurse walked in and asked.

"Heh." Tang Yan thought of Xue Heng, who had been arrogant and overbearing a second ago and utterly devastated the next, and could not help but laugh.

She did not say anything to the old Nurse, but found a quiet spot to call Feng Yuqing.

"Sister Yuqing, do you have time tonight?"

"Oh? What's the matter?"

"A professor from the Imperial Capital came to perform surgery today, and some things happened."

"Then let's meet and talk." Feng Yuqing did not ask all sorts of questions over the phone and simply set a time directly.

……

……

After work, Tang Yan arrived at the agreed-upon private room in the restaurant.

"Sister Yuqing." She did not beat around the bush when they met and told her everything that had happened during the surgery today.

"Xue Heng, Sister Hui, you should ask who he is."

(End of this chapter)