Chapter 72: The Cigarette Was Lit Backwards

"Doctor Xiao Ji."

After stepping up to the table, Wu Zong voluntarily stepped aside from the surgeon's position.

"Hmm?"

"The surgery isn't actually difficult. You've watched one, so try it next."

When Wu Zong said this, his face flushed red suddenly. Fortunately, he was wearing a mask on the table; otherwise, if people saw his face bright red, they might think Ji Xiang had done something to him.

However, precisely because he was wearing a mask, Wu Zong felt the temperature inside the mask rise sharply, feeling somewhat scorching.

"Thank you, Wu Zong," Ji Xiang said very calmly.

The two exchanged words in low voices; the Circulating Nurse and the Anesthesia doctor saw Ji Xiang standing in the surgeon's position and said nothing.

The Anesthesia doctor stood behind Ji Xiang with his hands behind his back out of curiosity, but feeling that he was too tall and blocking the view, he changed positions to watch the surgery quietly.

Conventionally, a Standardized Training Student can participate in surgery, but at most they just tie knots; the work they do most is using the Suction Device to clear smoke.

Furthermore, they act as members of the "atmosphere group," playing the straight man when the surgeon tells jokes.

Occasionally, they will perform a surgery under the supervision of a teacher, but those are all Level 1 surgeries.

Before them, this was a Level 3 surgery!

The Anesthesia doctor did not speak, watching silently.

Just after starting, the Anesthesia doctor's hands went a bit stiff. He felt as if he were hallucinating.

The surgeon's technique was proficient, far exceeding Wu Zong's.

Even if they dragged Liu Zhuren, the best at stone crushing in the Urology Department, onto the table, he might not do as well as this little Standardized Training Student.

"What's wrong with you?" The Circulating Nurse caught a glimpse of the Anesthesia doctor's stiff movements and walked over to ask.

The Anesthesia doctor raised his hand, placed it by his lips, and made a gesture for silence.

The Circulating Nurse had a vague guess in her heart; seeing the Anesthesia doctor signal her not to speak again, she also focused her attention on the surgery.

It is widely acknowledged that the people who can objectively evaluate a surgeon's skill are the Anesthesia doctor and the operating room nurses.

Since the Urology Department began performing Laser Lithotripsy nearly ten years ago, the two of them had seen all kinds of professors and department heads perform the same procedure.

The vast majority were just like Wu Zong, stumbling and fumbling, unable to find the ureteral orifice, making those watching feel anxious.

However!

A scene they could not comprehend soon appeared before their eyes.

The preparatory steps were completed in an orderly fashion, definitely faster than Wu Zong, and both fast and steady.

But what shocked them was—that little Standardized Training Student twisted the Zebra Guidewire, and it only took him a dozen seconds before he raised his hand to ask for the next piece of equipment.

This meant that with only one attempt, he had sent the Zebra Guidewire into the ureteral orifice hidden in the folds of the bladder.

For Wu Zong, the ureteral orifice has a diameter of 0.7cm; if you don't look carefully, you can't even find such a tiny little opening among the folds of the bladder.

Yet for this little Standardized Training Student, the ureteral orifice was like the vast ocean, like a black hole, possessing an endless attractive force that directly "sucked" the Zebra Guidewire in.

The way this surgery was performed!

Speechlessness was like an infectious disease, spreading extremely fast; everyone in the Operating Room, including the Instrument Nurse at the table, fell silent.

They had seen plenty of surgeries; who did well and who did poorly—they just didn't say it to their faces, but they all knew in their hearts.

The surgery before them could be called one of the few in the history of Laser Lithotripsy at the Second Affiliated Hospital.

Even "one of the few" wasn't accurate; it should be called one of the top two.

Laser Lithotripsy, using forceps to take out the crushed stones piece by piece; the surgeon's movements were incomparably steady, and the surgery went smoothly.

Under normal circumstances, seeing a surgery go smoothly, the atmosphere in the operating room would be quite relaxed. Chatting, complaining, making dirty jokes—all sorts of things.

Yet today's surgery was completely different.

The surgery was going smoothly as hell, and the surgeon's level was visibly higher than Wu Zong's, and even higher than Liu Zhuren of the Second Affiliated Hospital's Urology Department.

But no one was joking; it was as serious as if a Medical Malpractice had occurred.

The air in the Operating Room was frozen; one needed to exhaust all their strength just to take a breath of air.

Removing the stones, flushing, placing the J-stent, the surgery ended.

Wu Zong stared blankly at Ji Xiang, while Ji Xiang looked at the System Panel in the upper right corner of his field of vision.

Experience Points had increased by 300, but the task had not changed in the slightest.

It seems Wu Zong's talent is limited; watching himself perform surgery doesn't yield much gain.

How should he be taught?

Ji Xiang felt a bit distressed.

"It's done?" the Circulating Nurse said in a muffled voice.

"Yeah, finished." Ji Xiang pinched a few of the removed stones and walked over to the Patient to chat with them.

The remaining few looked at each other in dismay.

No one spoke, because everyone didn't know what to say.

If Liu Zhuren had done it this well, after the surgery, there would definitely be a flood of flattery.

If you speak the truth, everyone is happy.

However, today a little Standardized Training Student had completed a Level 3 surgery with a crushing posture; how were they supposed to put it?

The Urology Department is simply a bunch of trash; the department head's surgery is not as good as a Standardized Training Student's!

No one without 15 years of Thrombosis in their brain would say such a thing.

Listening to Ji Xiang chatting and laughing with the Patient, his "driving speed" (slang for dirty jokes) was extremely fast; several old hands felt a bit dizzy, and they became even more speechless.

From soothing the Patient before the surgery to the surgery itself, and then to using a joking tone to urge the Patient to drink more water after the surgery, every move and every word of this little Standardized Training Student was like that of a battle-hardened old professor.

The kind of old professor who is the Town-Department Treasure.

Not until Ji Xiang called for people to lift the Patient did Wu Zong and the Anesthesia doctor wake up.

Wu Zong helped Ji Xiang lift the Patient onto the gurney with a sense of listlessness, watching them leave; he had countless feelings in his heart, but he couldn't clearly articulate what they were.

"Chief Resident Wu, who exactly is this kid?" the Anesthesia doctor asked in a murmur.

For a moment, Wu Zong didn't know how to explain it.

After a brief silence, Wu Zong said in a low voice, "You know about that patient with severe burns a few days ago who had nowhere to place an IV, right?"

"I know, they said it was an old Expert from the Urology Department in the Imperial Capital, a 'Heavenly Immortal', who performed a Cavernous Body Infusion and saved the patient's life."

"It wasn't done by Gu Lao from the Urology Department, but by him."

"!!!"

"!!!"

The Anesthesia doctor and the Circulating Nurse were completely dumbfounded.

"Were you all in the Urology Department raised on shit?" the Circulating Nurse cursed, "I thought Cavernous Body Infusion was a standard procedure."

The two sentences had nothing to do with each other and were particularly blunt, but Wu Zong understood what the Circulating Nurse was saying.

"I had absolutely no idea that the corpus cavernosum could be used for infusion," Wu Zong said honestly, "Theoretically speaking, it's possible, but who the hell could have thought of this—whoever did is a genius!"

"Look at you, blaming others because you're not good enough," the Circulating Nurse said with disdain, "The surgery went well today and finished really fast. Chief Resident Wu, you should learn from him; if your surgeries were this smooth, you wouldn't get dirty looks every time you go up."

"..."

Wu Zong was silent.

"Let's go, let's go have a smoke," the Anesthesia doctor pulled Wu Zong toward the locker room to smoke.

In the locker room, the Anesthesia doctor sat under the 【No Smoking】 sign, crossed his legs, took out two cigarettes, and handed one to Wu Zong.

He held a lighter to light the cigarette, but Wu Zong shook his head.

The Anesthesia doctor lit his own cigarette and took a deep drag, "Chief Resident Wu, to be honest, I didn't understand today's surgery."

"I used to think that finding the ureteral orifice in the bladder with a Zebra Guidewire was the hardest part, at least I thought so until today."

Wu Zong nodded, holding the cigarette in his mouth, his thoughts drifting.

"But that Standardized Training Student of yours... he's really fucking awesome!"

"The smoothest Laser Lithotripsy I've ever seen was done by your Liu Zhuren, it was so slick. But compared to him, Liu Zhuren's technique hasn't even entered the door."

Not having entered the door—this description was an insult to Liu Zhuren, but Wu Zong knew it was the truth.

"Where did he come from? Has he done this before? That doesn't seem right either," the Anesthesia doctor asked in confusion, "Your Lao Liu has done a thousand or so Laser Lithotripsy surgeries, yet he's not as proficient as him."

"Even if he started practicing in his mother's womb, it shouldn't be this awesome."

"Sigh, how would I know," Wu Zong said dejectedly.

He looked like a defeated rooster.

"Chief Resident Wu, what kind of expression is that?" the Anesthesia doctor laughed, "If I were you, I'd be too happy to contain myself."

"Happy?"

"Didn't you see how awesome that kid's surgery was! He's a Standardized Training Student, he doesn't have a Practicing Certificate, he can't leave even if he wants to. If I were you, I'd take in 10 Laser Lithotripsy patients a day and drag him into the operating room."

"!!!"

Wu Zong hadn't thought of this angle.

In Clinical practice, the status of a Standardized Training Student is extremely low; some excessive Attending Teachers even make them fetch food, help look after their children, and do odd jobs.

The Anesthesia doctor's meaning was to have Ji Xiang teach him!

Wu Zong felt a bit lost.

"Is this kid from a private hospital?" the Anesthesia doctor asked.

"Huh?" Wu Zong suddenly remembered something and immediately said, "Wang Daxiao and Mo Jiaoshou seem to have taken Ji Xiang to a private hospital to perform surgeries."

"Right!" the Anesthesia doctor slapped his thigh, "I knew his surgery was so slick, so that's why!"

"In the Pearl River Delta, accidents happen all the time in factories; they say tens of thousands of fingers are lost every year. That person in Hand Surgery is said to have raised dozens of 20-something-year-olds whose only job every day is to perform Microscopic Surgery for replantation of severed fingers."

Young people are awesome; they have sharp eyes, and their surgeries are super fast!

I guess this kid is also some little guy raised specifically to do stone crushing."

Maybe, Wu Zong thought.

"I guess it was Wang Daxiao who took him to the private hospital to practice surgery... but that's not right either, Wang Daxiao's level is a bit higher than yours, but not by much."

The more the Anesthesia doctor thought about it, the more confused he became; he had barely explained one thing, but countless new questions emerged.

The two fell silent, the Anesthesia doctor smoking silently, his mind filled with that tall, one-meter-eighty-eight figure.

I don't know how much time passed before footsteps were heard.

"Wu Zong, why haven't you gone down yet?" Ji Xiang walked in, and seeing Wu Zong's distressed face, he asked.

"I..." Wu Zong said one word, then froze as if his brain's CPU had lagged.

"What are you..." Ji Xiang looked down at Wu Zong from above.

"Ji Yisheng, your Laser Lithotripsy is really good," Wu Zong said in a strained voice, "In the next few days, when you come to the operating room with me, could you... could you... teach me how to do it?"

After finishing his stuttering request, Wu Zong's face turned as red as a monkey's butt in a flash.

"No problem, but..."

"Ji Yisheng, it's just some little tricks, don't be stingy," the Anesthesia doctor chimed in to persuade him.

"The surgery is no problem, but Wu Zong, your cigarette is in backward."

(End of chapter)