Chapter 21: Talents Galore (Seeking Collections, Seeking Continued Reading)

At ten in the morning, Fang Ziye, his fellow trainee Jie Han, and his follower Lan Tianluo gathered around an operating table, staring at an operating surface.

Before the operating table, a pair of very delicate hands held a willow-leaf knife with the "Bow Grip" grip, very nimbly carving the three-dimensional simplified Chinese character "Gong."

She was currently repairing another cross-section of the Gong character.

Although the Gong character was not complex, carving this character out of silk tofu was far from easy.

Because the broken ends snapped easily, it belonged to the higher-difficulty simplified Chinese character carvings. It required precise control over the thickness of the horizontal and vertical strokes of the Gong character to avoid collapsing.

Generally speaking, although the Tian character had more strokes, its three-dimensional structure was more stable, making it the simplified character most often carved when practicing debridement in the First Training Room of Trauma Surgery.

"Hiss!"

At some point, someone in the crowd sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Those who want to make noise, go outside; it's spacious out there." Doctor Senior Brother Gu Yi immediately warned coldly.

However, obviously, neither Doctor Gu Yi's stern rebuke nor the previous person's gasp affected the girl's attention, nor her hands; she still controlled the knife in constant shaving and cutting, and was about to complete the other half of the Gong character.

However, at the exact moment the Gong character was about to take shape, the horizontal stroke on the other side of the previously carved Gong character collapsed.

As if declaring all previous efforts wasted.

"Sigh~" Only then did Luo Tingzhu let out a slight sigh.

Immediately after, seeing so many people watching her, she, wearing a mask, covered her expression, but the curve of her eyes narrowed into slits, even covering part of her pupils.

"Senior Brother Gu, I still couldn't complete it." Luo Tingzhu had only recently joined Teacher Deng Yong's side to pursue her doctorate, so the only person she knew was Gu Yi, and she felt somewhat disappointed.

Gu Yi then said: "Junior Sister Luo, you're already very impressive!"

Halfway through speaking, he immediately stopped, considering that Luo Tingzhu was a junior sister, some words shouldn't be too harsh: "Very impressive."

"Senior Brother Sun currently can't achieve your knife control technique; I estimate that within the group, the only one who can steadily be more impressive than you in debridement is Brother Wei, and if Brother Luo doesn't perform well, he also can't complete the Gong character intact."

Fang Ziye and the others all nodded, looking at Luo Tingzhu with a hint of admiration.

Surgery was a discipline that placed extreme importance on operational ability; the skill in one's hands could not be faked at all, especially in the training room—how much ability one had was, in most situations, clear at a glance.

And with that said, everyone dispersed, returning to their respective operating tables.

Luo Tingzhu continued training.

After Fang Ziye had allocated all the knowledge points he had obtained to the Debridement Technique, he happened to discover something.

He seemed to be able to carve some relatively simple simplified Chinese characters on the surface of tofu.

Level 2, 27/50 proficiency in Debridement Technique; although it couldn't let him complete some higher-difficulty characters, such as the character "Wo," he could complete relatively complex simplified Chinese character carvings.

Such as the character "Hui" and the character "Tian."

After Fang Ziye completed the carving of the Hui and Tian characters, he increased the difficulty and chose a "Xin" character.

Don't think the Xin character has few strokes; to carve simplified Chinese characters on tofu with a scalpel, straight strokes were simpler than pie and na strokes, and the curves of the Xin character were even harder to control. If one only needed to write an Xin character, there would be no need to practice debridement at all.

Anyone who had attended junior high could dig out this character, but naturally there were certain shape requirements to allow the practitioner to perform the debridement knife work.

Ordinary dots were quite easy to carve, but the wan gou stroke seemed to have reached a barrier of Fang Ziye's current proficiency. Fang Ziye tried more than ten times in a row, all ending in the knife control at the hui gou step, flipping over a large chunk of tofu.

Fortunately, tofu was cheap, and when practicing simplified characters, it could be cut into "thick" thin slices.

Otherwise, Fang Ziye would still find it hard to bear the cost of these more than ten practice sessions.

"Don't treat the scalpel as a pen; abandon the mindset of writing and drawing. When carving characters with a scalpel, it's not strokes, it's carving."

"Strokes are written, carving is carved—just like the stains or necrotic tissue you need to remove in debridement, not carving for the sake of writing..." As Fang Ziye practiced for the eighteenth time, he suddenly heard someone explain this to him.

Fang Ziye glanced sideways and saw it was Luo Tingzhu. After finishing her practice, she packed her things and prepared to leave; with her bag on her back, like the other fellow trainees, she stopped to watch, and after watching, gave him a pointer.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye looked thoughtful and smiled: "Thank you, Junior Sister."

"These were also taught to me by the teachers who taught surgical skills before." Luo Tingzhu smiled with narrowed eyes, then silently left the crowd of onlookers and walked out.

And this stomping of the foot—when Senior Brother Gu Yi, who was only two classes above Fang Ziye, tiptoed to carefully look at Fang Ziye's control of the cutting depth when carving simplified Chinese characters on the flat surface of tofu, he sucked in another breath of cold air.

"Ziye? Where on earth did you buy this operating feed?"

"Can you bring some for your senior brother as well?" Gu Yi didn't look at Fang Ziye, only watching his knife work, and only turned his head after speaking.

Fang Ziye really wanted to jokingly say "ward," but such a joke wasn't appropriate; it was disrespectful to patients.

"Senior Brother, it's just from slow practice; where would there be feed?"

"If there were such feed, I would have surpassed Junior Sister Luo and Senior Brother Sun." Fang Ziye said this without reservation.

Gu Yi immediately joked back: "You still want to surpass Junior Sister Luo and Senior Brother Sun? Is your gall fat enough?"

Gu Yi thought to himself: Fang Ziye, don't you quite clearly understand the gap between you and Senior Brother Sun and Junior Sister Luo?

Naturally, Gu Yi couldn't say that. Fang Ziye's statement had a premise: that there was skill-growth feed.

Forcibly over-interpreting someone's joke and then using it for rumors was a corruption of one's own character.

"It's all from being influenced by Senior Brother Gu; Senior Brother's words and deeds..." Fang Ziye spoke, deflecting a thousand jin with four ounces.

Gu Yi suddenly shouted loudly: "Shut up. You're slandering me."

Gu Yi hurriedly withdrew.

As a senior brother, some pots, once carried on one's back, become the Kitchen God's; they can never be removed.

Fang Ziye hurriedly said to the others: "Just a joke, everyone don't take it seriously."

The fellow trainees each smiled and returned to their posts.

Fang Ziye also paused his practice, called out to Lan Tianluo and Jie Han, and went out to find food.

On the way, Jie Han asked: "Senior Brother Fang, do you think Senior Brother Sun has a chance to be stronger than Junior Sister Luo? We bone surgery department have such a big group of men, must we still be pressed down by a girl?"

"Isn't that comfortable?" As the most senior in years, Fang Ziye naturally became the helmsman.

Jie Han glared his eyes, actually thought about it carefully, then nodded lewdly.

Lan Tianluo also nodded along.

Fang Ziye slapped once: "Don't have a sense of gender superiority. Teacher Deng Yong's Group has always been full of talent; study well."

"In the future, becoming a doctor isn't to surpass others, but to grasp what exactly you can do for patients, and which point of the academic circle to push forward."

「It's not that because you're a boy, you have to be better than all the other girls. 」

「Professor Tu is a Female Teacher too; go be better than her, then? 」

「Then I respect you. 」

Jie Han immediately wilted.

(Chapter End)