Chapter 13

August 23rd was a Monday.

It was also Professor Deng Yong's surgery day.

Professor Deng Yong had finished rounds early and led his team into the operating room.

On the operating table, Professor Deng Yong stood at the lead surgeon position, Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan at the first assistant position, Yuan Weihong and Qin Geluo at the second and third assistant positions respectively, and Fang Ziye, as the bed management doctor, could only pace at the edge of the fourth assistant position.

He could only hold a retractor, staring at Qin Geluo's side ear, with almost no surgical field of view.

Below the operating table, Third-year Doctoral Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing stood on the tallest step stool, standing out from the crowd, becoming the tallest person in the operating room, still tiptoeing to carefully observe the surgical procedure.

Next were Doctor Gu Yi and Li Yuanpei, who had the best field of view.

Second-year Master's students Shu Lang and Gong Ziming squeezed into the gaps to look inside, constantly turning around, hoping to get a better perspective in different operating fields.

Jie Han and Zhu Yunwen, two Master's freshmen, and freshmen like Lan Tianluo, had no field of view to see at all; now under the operating room's timing panel, they looked up at the shadowless lamp, full of anticipation...

As the surgery was about to end, Professor Deng Yong glanced at the operating room timing panel: "Eh, the one who looks very white, with thick eyebrows, don't block the operating room timer."

Professor Deng Yong couldn't remember Lan Tianluo's name, so he used white skin as a substitute.

Lan Tianluo immediately squatted down, then plopped onto the stool, his face turning even paler!

"Today's surgery was still pretty fast, ending in one hour and forty minutes, Xiao Yuanzi, our team is getting more and more mature, huh?" Professor Deng Yong said with a muggle face.

Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan squinted his eyes, looking quite embarrassed at this moment. But he nodded and smiled along: "It's Professor Deng's technique that has become even more exquisite."

"Nonsense, high-difficulty surgery, where is there single-handed combat?"

"But speaking of operational improvement, Sun Shaoqing, did you see our group's little Fang, his suturing technique has improved a bit, huh?" Professor Deng Yong asked.

"Why are you standing so high?"

Sun Shaoqing nodded, hurriedly got down from the step stool, and stepped on Fellow Trainee Gong Ziming's foot; Gong Ziming immediately widened his eyes like plates, but dared not make a sound.

Sun Shaoqing pulled his foot back: "Master, I want to see more of the surgery. The altitude isn't enough."

"Ziye can suture tofu well. I saw it with my own eyes." Although Fang Ziye was not his own supervisor's fellow trainee, a group is a team.

"That's good, let's take a look together; little Fang, who sutures tofu so well, what tricks will he pull when not playing with tofu?" Professor Deng Yong raised his chin toward Chief Physician Qin Geluo, who was about to start suturing.

Qin Geluo immediately very sensibly moved positions back-to-back with Fang Ziye.

Taking this opportunity, Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan, as the team's second-in-command, breathed a sigh of relief, letting the atmosphere relax: "Probably can't poke out blood, can't play with plasma (blood plasma)."

After reliable surgical quality and a serious atmosphere, to relax, the pace had to be stepped up.

Professor Deng Yong was the one controlling the team's pace, asking Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan: "Xiao Yuanzi, are you sure you usually just poke?"

Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan said seriously: "That can also water droplets eat windows..."

The two absolute experts played word games to the fullest; Fang Ziye's face turned slightly red, his ears also reddened as he began to suture steadily, with a focused mind.

After all, it is well known that food windows are not proper.

However, as Fang Ziye's suturing gradually closed the surgical wound, the group brought the topic back to normal: Professor Deng Yong said: "Once you master the control of force in fat suturing, so that fat blisters don't rupture and leak fat, this skill indeed shows improvement."

"Later we'll reward little Fang with one suture opportunity, to see if he's just lucky."

This is a rule within the group.

As long as there is improvement, there will be an assessment of one suture, plus an extra reward suture, to see if you're lucky or truly have such ability.

Fang Ziye was just finishing the second-to-last stitch of skin suturing; after tying the knot, he stood the suture thread up waiting for Chief Physician Qin Geluo to cut the thread, saying: "Thank you, Professor Deng."

Professor Deng Yong and Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan had already left the stage; now they walked out of the operating room with hands behind their backs in an eight-character step, apparently quite satisfied with the operational quality of this high-difficulty surgery.

The others were slightly envious of Fang Ziye's surgical opportunity, but it was fine.

The opportunity was right here; it was a kind of inheritance, not because Fang Ziye was Fang Ziye, but because Fang Ziye's operational skill had improved; everyone could go for it, previous doctoral senior brothers had also enjoyed such treatment.

Even second-year Master's student Gong Ziming, after previously being able to suture orange peel well, had also received a reward.

Naturally, for those Master's first-year freshmen who had just joined the department, today's Fang Ziye could be considered dazzling.

"Knowledge Points +3!" After Fang Ziye finished suturing, seeing the value on the panel, it actually jumped even more.

Fang Ziye was inwardly startled, then quickly understood.

Perhaps after his suturing ability improved, reducing wound complications and scar formation, this led to more contribution.

After two surgeries performed by Professor Deng Yong. Fang Ziye's Knowledge Points balance surged to 8 points.

The suturing of the second surgery had a small incision, so he only got 2 points, but after his suturing technique improved, Fang Ziye got 3 Knowledge Points from admitting new patients during Sunday duty.

Thus it came to 8 points now.

But this wasn't the end.

There were still two surgeries behind; after split stations, his own teacher Yuan Weihong was the lead surgeon, so wouldn't he...

However, in the surgery where Yuan Weihong was lead surgeon, Yuan Weihong, in order to cultivate the new fellow trainee Jie Han, instead handed over the suturing opportunity to him after seeing Fang Ziye's suturing technique mature.

In the last surgery's operation, only then did he let Fang Ziye try cutting a small lesion, plus suturing, considered fair distribution, not too biased.

When the surgery ended, 14 points of Knowledge Points, 11 points of Knowledge Points gain, was Fang Ziye's harvest for the day, not small at all.

After the surgery ended, Yuan Weihong said: "Let's go eat together later, I'll send the location to you two."

Fang Ziye and Jie Han were both delighted, not being polite: "Thank you, Master."

"I need to pick up our madam and my daughter..."

Fang Ziye and Jie Han returned to the ward together first; although this surgery's patient was Jie Han's, Fang Ziye still wanted to carefully ponder today's surgery patient's postoperative orders.

At the first moment after the surgery ended, to save time, Fang Ziye could only apply a template and did not specially analyze the detailed pharmacological mechanisms inside.

This was just standardization, medication conforming to guidelines, not wrong, but not necessarily the best.

When there was time, slowly revise it; not only can improve his pharmacological knowledge level, but also more precisely control postoperative medication, and might even get Knowledge Points, simply killing three birds with one stone!

"Senior Brother, this order set, no problem?" After Jie Han finished the orders, he asked like this.

Fang Ziye looked him up and down, then nodded: "Jie Han, your level is no problem, just grasp the principle."

One must carefully polish medical orders to improve medication mechanisms and gain knowledge points.

But Jie Han doesn't need to do such grinding work; as long as no mistakes are made, there's no need to do everything to perfection.

Even if there are defects, that's the guideline's problem; the guideline's problem is for experts to consider revising, not a small physician. With this time, Jie Han could read a few more articles and find some writable article ideas — that's the proper path.

Jie Han heard this, nodded, clicked submit on the medical order, and said: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother Li Yuanpei went to the operation practice training class."

Fang Ziye glanced sideways: "Oh, it's fine."

Striving for the opportunity to pursue a PhD is inherently the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displaying their divine abilities. As long as one doesn't resort to whistleblowing, fabricating facts, twisting and affecting a rival's normal performance, whatever other capabilities he has are his own capital.

If Senior Brother Li's connections are sky-high — say, relatives in the Provincial Party Committee — then Fang Ziye would accept fate and go to an external hospital for his PhD; that's no big deal.

(Chapter End)