Chapter 103

Fang Ziye didn't stand on ceremony either; he simply stepped down, not putting on airs or acting the superior.

That's just how it is.

Each does his own duty.

Trauma Surgery doesn't need Fang Ziye to descend like a god and play savior, so how could Hand Surgery possibly need him? If it weren't for the simultaneous influx of too many patients, exceeding the entire department's capacity, Fang Ziye wouldn't have set foot in here.

Naturally, what Fang Ziye took away with him was also a wave of Knowledge Points — a ruthless one.

As high as 44 points!

"Looks like this round of suturing of mine, although it didn't directly pierce the patient's heart and save a life, at least contributed to preserving the limb."

44 points gained, seventy-odd points spent — not a loss.

Fang Ziye composed his mood slightly, and after leaving the Emergency Operating Room, he quietly looked back, feeling a slight apology toward the patient.

Actually, if there had been an Associate Professor who could step up, they would definitely have operated better than me now; as for me, my capability is limited, I can only say I barely accomplished the task.

But I've already done my utmost. If I had more Knowledge Points, Fang Ziye wouldn't mind wasting some on Vascular Anastomosis that wouldn't help him much, but Knowledge Points are truly too limited.

Staying in the hospital, breaking through in the Training Room — certainly important; breaking through earlier would give a better advantage for achieving fame and success.

Yet Fang Ziye also doesn't dare forget his original heart as a mere Small Physician; he may not reach the highest goodness like water, but he hopes to be down-to-earth, do his best, and have no regrets.

Go home, on duty!

In the department, Jie Han was still taken away by Yuan Weihong.

Jin Hongzhou was yawning in the Doctor's Office.

Fang Ziye hurriedly said apologetically: "Zhou Ge, hard work. Sorry, it's me who caused you trouble."

Jin Hongzhou was a bit tired, but also fine; he pointed at a bottle of Dongfang Shuye Black Tea on the table that he had brought for Fang Ziye, and said: "The drink is here, less polite talk."

"It's not like you wanted to skip out of the department. Hand Surgery's Chief Resident Zhu Hui already explained it to me." After Jin Hongzhou finished speaking, he stood up, yawning as he walked out of the office.

Fang Ziye went to temporarily assist in the Operating Room; it was a temporary request sent by Hand Surgery.

Everyone is colleagues; not looking at the monk's face but the Buddha's — even without Yuan Weihong in the department, Jin Hongzhou would still give some face.

And Hand Surgery is different from Trauma Surgery; Hand Surgery's surgical operations are delicate, some operations cannot be handled just by Old Professors stepping in.

On the contrary, Old Professors, more or less, because of advanced age, cause delicate operations to not reach the most peak level of skill, so it's actually inconvenient for them to step in; their main task in Hand Surgery nowadays is to pioneer new directions and family business, guiding those below in theory.

If they really have to operate, a person not accepting old age won't do.

Making them wear loupes and sit suturing arteries and nerves not much thicker than hair strands — that would be having a screw loose.

Fang Ziye followed Jin Hongzhou a few steps and said: "Zhou Ge, this morning's few reduction patients were all relatively simple, so I didn't send them to you for review at the first time, but the corresponding examination results are all kept here by me."

"The first one……"

Jin Hongzhou waved his hand: "No need, I know them all. With your temperament, how could I not be at ease? If you can't handle it, you'd have done the 'Life-Taking Eighteen Touches' long ago."

"Call!" Fang Ziye made a phone-call gesture with his right hand.

He didn't joke around with Jin Hongzhou.

Jokes depend on the target; Fang Ziye joking with Jie Han and the others is the amiable kindness of a Senior Brother; joking with the Doctor Senior Brothers is called being outgoing and mischievous.

Joking indiscriminately with superiors and teachers — that's an idiot; how could this possibly be a time for joking now?

Jin Hongzhou was tired to the point of numbness.

"Good! ~ You go first, I'll take a nap here. I've told the Emergency Department's On-duty Director: for these two hours, except for major trauma, all minor disease types are to be pushed out — no beds, no time, can't handle them." Jin Hongzhou could only tighten his own state and throw out the minor emergency disease types.

Fang Ziye just silently stopped at the doorway, not following Jin Hongzhou into the Inpatient Department General Duty Room.

Then he turned back into the On-call Room, checked the postoperative orders for his managed patients, finished writing the on-shelf medical records, and checked for typos again, to avoid another mix-up like the Luo Tingzhu character incident.

If the input method errors again next time, producing a Deng Yong-whatever, although Fang Ziye is currently quite 'red' in front of Teacher Deng, it would still lower his impression score.

Everything settled; temporarily no elective patients processing admission, so Fang Ziye just found free time to squint for a bit.

Only a mere One Hour later, Fang Ziye was awakened by the knocking sound of an intern Nurse at the Nurse Station……

Professors and Associate Professors sitting Outpatient Clinic in the hospital cluster together every weekday; how could there be no elective patients?

Those admitted today could all be elective surgery patients from last week's appointments who hadn't had time to be admitted yet.

This is another wave of small Knowledge Points; start working, strive to earn back those seventy-odd Knowledge Points today, equivalent to a free ride on a relatively useless Level 3 Vascular Anastomosis……

2:40 PM.

Emergency Operating Room.

The one entering the Operating Room was not Yang Wenzheng's Direct Supervisor, Associate Professor Guan Qiquan, but Associate Professor Li Qi from Professor Zhou Ziyu's Group.

Too many patients; simply couldn't achieve intra-group superior-subordinate coordinated surgery.

After Li Qi entered, Yang Wenzheng said: "Qi Ge, no nerve damage. I've already finished debridement and muscle-tendon suturing. The previous arterial and venous damage was temporarily sutured by Trauma Surgery's Fang Ziye; you revise it."

Li Qi nodded, scrubbed, gowned, and stepped up; after donning sterile gloves, he had the Assistant help him put on the Microscope.

Associate Professor Li Qi's build was slightly plump, face large, fingers not long, but extremely dexterous.

However, after Associate Professor Li Qi simply manipulated the brachial artery and cephalic vein's severed-end suture sites a few times with Microsurgery's Vascular Clamp and Forceps, he lightly hissed.

"No Real-time Vascular Monitoring Device?" Li Qi asked.

"Qi Ge, this is the Emergency Department's Operating Room; instruments are all in the Main Operating Room. Where would we have such good equipment?"

"What's wrong?" Yang Wenzheng asked back.

If there were a monitoring device, he would have received the data report long ago.

"I feel it might not need revision; that's the strange part."

"This isn't something a simple simple Suture Technique can produce; there should be a bit of Vascular Anastomosis foundation in there."

While Li Qi spoke, he manipulated it again, then turned his head: "Circulator, bring a Needle up."

"Okay, Sterile Syringe Needle — what gauge?"

"Any one; I'll check the distal perfusion. If it's relatively abundant, we can leave it unrevised."

"Cutting and re-suturing would create a vascular stump needing repair again; if perfusion conditions are good, better to just suture the skin directly and step down." Li Qi is an Associate Professor; he knows this patient is only a Semi-detached Amputation, so even if the surgery isn't that delicate.

The vascular patency rate didn't have to meet the heaven-defying requirement of ninety-nine percent, and that was fine too.

After all, it was the aorta; as long as it was above ninety percent, the thrombus occurrence rate was very low, and it was sufficient to provide distal perfusion.

Li Qi, holding the syringe needle, unhesitatingly pierced three of the patient's fingers — the thumb, middle finger, and little finger.

Bright red blood slowly seeped out, first forming clumps.

Then he squeezed once more, the blood clumps gathered into a column, rolling and flowing down.

Li Qi at that moment let out a low hum, and cursed in a low voice: "What kind of dog shit luck did Yuan Weihong walk into, to lure Fang Ziye away to Trauma Surgery?"

"He really is a piece of dog shit."

Li Qi really was cursing in a low voice; the cursing was to vent, not because he truly hated Yuan Weihong.

"Brother Qi, did you forget? The previous Fang Ziye was the last place in their cohort's re-examination; at that time Wei Ge was in his first year as a master's supervisor, so he was saddled with him."

"Professor Du Xinzhan still remembers this matter, so during this year's master's re-examination stage, he compensated him with a good seedling who ranked first in the written exam and second in the re-examination grades."

"Compensate my ass." Li Qi cursed and grumbled.

Then he lightly placed the syringe needle into the kidney dish, and said: "Yang Wenzheng, you continue suturing, just close the wound directly, postoperative attention to warmth, infrared lamp irradiation……"

Li Qi then stepped down.

And after Li Qi stepped down, that master's student following Yang Wenzheng asked: "Teacher Yang, Senior Brother Fang Ziye, was he the last place in their cohort's re-examination?"

"Mm, Fang Ziye's undergraduate wasn't considered good, during the re-examination stage his performance was also mediocre, so even that student from Xian City Medical College ranked higher than him, stuck at the final step."

"You know Jie Han, written exam score as high as 402 points. A top student." Yang Wenzheng asked like this.

The young man nodded, slightly apprehensive: "Know him, Brother Zheng, he's a freak, published SCI papers as an undergraduate not to mention, now has four or five SCI papers already, in private we all call him Jie Gou."

Yang Wenzheng laughed, and began closing the wound.

……

After Associate Professor Li Qi left the emergency operating room, he thought back and forth, and still felt unsatisfied.

He planned to go talk to Yuan Weihong again, to talk Fang Ziye over to Hand Surgery, and have him act as a lobbyist.

After all, with Fang Ziye's current level of operation, at Fang Ziye's age, it was truly stunning.

If truly cultivated well, perhaps by the time Fang Ziye graduates with his doctorate, he could become a Hand Surgery veteran, directly start performing Hand Surgery operations, and in a few years rise up just like that fellow trainee.

You should know, in Hand Surgery's training room, vascular anastomosis reaching Fang Ziye's level could also benchmark against Hand Surgery's clearance standard.

Vascular anastomosis belongs to specialty basic skill; compared to the clearance requirement of suturing technique in basic medical skills, it is slightly lower; this level of stunning, is even more awesome than an attending like Yang Wenzheng.

That proves if Fang Ziye pursued Hand Surgery, how many years of shortcuts he would have walked?

The Orthopedics consultation room is fixed, only the names and titles of the attending physicians differ each day.

When Li Qi walked over, the guide nurse was slightly stunned, then hurriedly let Li Qi into the waiting area.

"Hey, why did you let him in? Queue jumping?"

"This is our hospital's professor, Hand Surgery's Professor Li, what queue jumping? He's probably here to find someone, he definitely isn't here for treatment." The guide nurse explained with a smile.

Then turned back: "Professor, today Doctor Zhu Quanlin is in Consultation Room 343."

"What about Yuan Weihong?" Li Qi turned back and asked.

He really didn't know which consultation room Yuan Weihong was in. After all, he didn't share outpatient duty on the same day as Yuan Weihong, and Yuan Weihong was his junior, he hadn't paid special attention.

"Wei Ge is in Consultation Room 339." The guide nurse knew it like the back of her hand.

Li Qi then walked toward Consultation Room 339.

At this time, Li Qi saw no one outside, but voices came from inside; he was very curious, what exactly was happening inside.

"What are you looking at? You'd better not be unconvinced, don't think just because your re-examination grades are good, you can do whatever you want."

"I'm telling you Jie Han, preliminary exam scores represent nothing; your senior brother, last place in re-examination, so what? Isn't he still developing very well now?"

"You must put your focus on the key points, don't go winding around to messy places, understand?"

"If you consider things and can't find the point, then go mess around in Hand Surgery, see what you'll do when you can't find the point during suturing?"

Yuan Weihong had just finished lecturing like this, when Li Qi outside, already in a bad mood, directly pushed open the door and squeezed in.

"Yuan Weihong, what are you saying?"

Yuan Weihong and Jie Han, hearing someone barge in, instantly fell silent; Yuan Weihong at this moment was sitting at the computer, legs crossed in Erlang leg posture, Jie Han stood ramrod straight, turned his head back to look, narrowing his eyes to size up Li Qi.

"Brother Qi, I was telling the student Hand Surgery is pretty good." Yuan Weihong immediately trembled.

How could he be so unlucky?

"You go out for a bit, I have something to find your master about." Li Qi pointed at Jie Han.

Jie Han, as if granted amnesty, immediately nodded slightly to Li Qi, and really just pushed open the door and walked out.

Yuan Weihong at that moment was numb all over; this unlucky kid, you don't know to prop up the scene for your master?!

"Brother Qi!" Yuan Weihong's face was full of smiles.

Li Qi's seniority was greater than his; roughly when Yuan Weihong was reading for his doctorate, Li Qi had already stayed at the hospital, and now had reached associate professor, with even more seniority than Professor Liu Huanglong who once left for Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

But now, times have changed; not to mention Associate Professor Li Qi, even Associate Professor Li Qi's team leader, Professor Zhou Ziyu, when facing this former classmate Liu Huanglong, wouldn't dare act domineering.

Because Liu Huanglong is truly awesome enough; you might gain the upper hand in words, but he can slap your face with professional operational skill.

A chief physician at thirty-six, a leading figure of the younger generation in national Hand Surgery, professional technical operational capability, directly closing in on the older generation of famous professors!

This is no joke.

And Yuan Weihong, in front of Li Qi, was still just a younger brother.

Yuan Weihong actively stood up; Li Qi then unceremoniously patted his buttocks twice: "I'll make you talk nonsense, I'll make you talk nonsense, fuck yours."

"How about it, want to apologize to our Hand Surgery?"

"For example, send your student over as a hostage or something."

Hearing this, Yuan Weihong immediately stiffened, 'enthusiastically' sticking his buttocks out slightly again: "Brother Qi, how about you give me a few more? Lighter?"

Where would Yuan Weihong be willing?

Li Qi waved a hand and sat down on the stool opposite: "Weihong, actually let me tell you, Ziye coming to our Hand Surgery, he'll definitely have better development than in Trauma Surgery."

Yuan Weihong's expression at this moment, however, turned slightly serious: "Brother Qi, but I've considered it carefully. If we only consider the subspecialty's advantage, Hand Surgery's upper limit has a cap."

Li Qi, hearing this, was slightly stunned for a moment, and immediately couldn't say a single word.

Because what Yuan Weihong said was the truth.

No matter how high-end Hand Surgery's operative technique is, it's nothing more than standing on predecessors' shoulders and jumping up just a little higher. But Trauma Surgery's upper limit is never capped.

Li Qi, seeing himself one-shotted by Yuan Weihong with one sentence, slapped him a few times in a huff before he felt relieved.

"Forget it, this matchmaker of mine, let's just call it quits here."

"I f*cking regret it. You tell me, why didn't I insist a bit back then and bring Ziye over? Let you pick up a bargain." Li Qi complained bitterly.

That year, Li Qi chose the second-to-last ranked Master's student in the re-examination. Yuan Weihong got the last place.

Yuan Weihong, aggrieved: "Brother Qi, being brothers is already bitter enough. We're all leftovers you guys ate and left behind."

Cupping his fist, a face full of shamelessness.

"Ow, ow!"

Yuan Weihong took two more solid hits before Li Qi walked out of the Outpatient Clinic's consultation room.

Yuan Weihong then swung his buttocks unconcernedly, did a chest-expanding exercise, feeling exceptionally comfortable and refreshed.

Muttering in a low voice: "Ziye's professional operative talent is really good. Without realizing it, he's already skipped some stages of Hand Surgery."

"But, he's my person."

Jie Han returned again, entering the office.

Then it was Yuan Weihong's turn to hit someone. This unfilial disciple really doesn't know how to read the room at all. He clearly knew someone came to make trouble — if he went out he'd go out. If Jie Han hadn't left, he might not even have needed to be this embarrassed...

Naturally, the matter of Yuan Weihong being 'beaten' by Li Qi was still spread back to the department by Hand Surgery's Attending Physician Zhu Quanlin.

As a joke.

But once this joke came out, Hand Surgery's professors all understood tacitly: Yuan Weihong absolutely refuses to let go. His beloved disciple belongs in Trauma Surgery.

No way around it. Master-disciple inheritance was never about the better the advantage the more you occupy the spot. It's about first come, first served.

The thought of poaching him — don't ever let it rise again.

That night, Yuan Weihong in the department bought a huge pile of KFC, plus lots of drinks. The four of the small master's school had a little gathering meal together.

Lan Tianluo was also specially called back from the Training Room.

Fang Ziye finished eating and then said: "Master, I have to go deliver a paper tomorrow. The department's matters, please help me explain?"

"I don't dare go directly to Professor Deng to explain the situation recently."

"Mm, you just tell Chief Resident Jin Hongzhou and that's enough."

"Need help running errands? These two fellow trainees are both free." Yuan Weihong pointed at Lan Tianluo and Jie Han, clearly treating them both as his own people.

"Master, no need. Still have to make a trip to Sha City. This running around is my own suffering to bear." Fang Ziye shook his head, then said: "Fellow trainee, you and Tianluo later carefully review the provincial-level project's bid application again. Make sure to send the corresponding materials to Master within the next two days so Master can submit them."

"If Tianluo also wants to enter the department next year, our project group's funding will be even more tight."

"Is that so? How would I know?" Yuan Weihong right now was quite arrogant.

Our group can still lack money?

"Master, can't be blamed for wanting more." Fang Ziye smiled carefully, giving the teacher full face.

"Mm hm hm, the youngster can be taught. Not disappointing me, for you, having my butt beaten swollen by someone." Yuan Weihong got smug.

(Chapter End)