Chapter 232: Being a Teacher Bitch / Acting as a Teacher Bitch

"The competition format, schedule, and rules have been announced. Next, we invite Associate Professor Dong Dongsheng from Peking Union Medical College Hospital to give us a demonstration and teaching of incision techniques before the start of this morning's competition. Everyone can compare and reference Associate Professor Dong Dongsheng's operation as the scoring criteria."

"Everyone, give a round of applause! ~"

Warm applause immediately erupted on the competition floor.

An Lumming added, "Everyone must absolutely reference and understand Associate Professor Dong Dongsheng's operation, because his operation, regardless of right or wrong, is the absolute reference standard!"

This one shout directly brought the applauding atmosphere to a climax.

To tell the truth, wanting to imitate the correct way actually leaves traces to follow, but if during such a competition process, Dong Dongsheng deliberately shows off skills, creating things that look all twisted and convoluted, everyone can only stare blankly.

Wang Yuanqi, the doctoral student leading the team, currently a second-year doctoral student, gave a popular science explanation to Fang Ziye and the others surrounding him: "The current Trauma Surgery at Peking Union Medical College Hospital may not be as famous as Tongji in reputation, but this Associate Professor Dong Dongsheng is a figure comparable to Professor Liu Huanglong."

"Just a bit older than Professor Liu Huanglong."

"It should be early this year, Teacher Dong Dongsheng won MVP at the National Trauma Surgery Exchange Conference. Currently thirty-eight years old, among the middle-aged and young trauma surgeons under forty nationwide, he can absolutely rank in the top five!"

"Peking Union Medical College Hospital's development trend in recent years is truly fierce. Teachers even suspect whether they secretly gave more money or something." Wang Yuanqi touched his own neck; he himself wanted to pinch it right now, as if to vent his jealousy.

Being able to rank among the national youth generation is another concept entirely.

For example, last year's Trauma Surgery competition MVP, the older youth physician Yuan Weihong, at most only hung a relatively high number in Hubei Province's Trauma Surgery system, but once out of Hubei Province, besides your classmates, who recognizes you?

And at national exchange conferences, those not in the top ten are just foils.

Even those leaning towards the back of the top ten, for others to remember you, either you look relatively weird, or you did something funny on the competition floor; otherwise, others really don't have that kind of idle time.

Actually, to put it plainly, for ordinary families, people like Fang Ziye and Wang Yuanqi, 985 doctoral students, can easily enter Han City's municipal hospitals; that alone brings glory to the ancestors, completing a huge leap.

Because as long as you reach this step, as long as you don't court death, being honest and steady for a lifetime, you'll live better than over eighty percent of people, and abundantly.

But this is only for ordinary families.

If you want to enter a top-tier Grade-A hospital like Zhongnan Hospital, just the 'doctoral title' bringing glory to the ancestors isn't enough to look at; your ancestral graves might need to smoke a bit more.

If you go a step further, like Yuan Weihong, able to knock down all peers, and those peers aren't rookies either — they're all same grade, same level, same talent people beaten into submission, even beating some until they can't see a splendid future — that might require smoking several more times, smoking more each time.

Eastern Han is vast in territory and rich in resources, with talents gathered in multitudes.

And so, Yuan Weihong can also only currently expect that later he can benchmark against Associate Professor Zhong Wenyuan, work hard in the next five years, and strive to approach the national top level.

Of course, whether it's Yuan Weihong or Zhong Wenyuan, they can never be compared to Peking Union Medical College Hospital's top youth genius Professor Liu Huanglong.

Others' absolute talent and current achievements are right there, already becoming a great mountain.

Dong Dongsheng's figure could be described as flat without exaggeration. His voice was very light, also very patient. Right now, while explaining, he began the operation. And this operation was only on experimental rat teachers, not on patients, with no psychological burden of whether the patient lives or dies.

So Dong Dongsheng brought his skill to the extreme during the operation, almost ascending on the spot.

Medicine does not tolerate showboating, but competitions can.

Competitions are for performing, for showing off skills; if you don't show off, you wouldn't participate in competitions. Moreover, this is a compensated, incentive-based competition; it's meant to push the atmosphere to a climax.

"Just like this, then, watch!"

"I'll cut it one more time."

"The blood vessel hasn't ruptured yet!"

"Is this force control very good? Because we've already fully exposed all the tissue we needed to cut open and expose."

"So, we cut it one more time!" Dong Dongsheng brought a knife down directly on the blood vessel wall.

However, the blood vessel's outer layer was damaged, but the blood vessel did not rupture.

Such kung fu is no longer considered an operation that would be performed during a routine surgery process, and is completely a matter of control and precision.

Many people on the competition floor, after watching, couldn't stop swallowing their saliva, obviously finding it incredible. Especially those participating in such a competition for the first time, coming to broaden their horizons, each and every one had eyes widened round, rapidly swallowing saliva.

Such people also included Fang Ziye, however Fang Ziye discovered that his Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi next to him was also wrinkling into a bitter melon face at this moment.

"Since we've already cut one slice, why don't we carve a cross pattern on the blood vessel wall..." Associate Professor Dong Dongsheng continued speaking inhumanly.

One knife down, as if what was under the knife was not a rat's blood vessel, but a steel plate, impossible to cut open.

And just when everyone was shocked and stunned.

"So? Let's do a 'rice-character' pattern carving..." Dong Dongsheng's tone was very light, voice very small, but penetrating power was strong, strong enough to make Professor An Lumming stop his beaming smile, and become stunned and moved.

Obviously this last operation almost threw out his old back, already exceeding the category difficult for ordinary people to understand.

After getting used to the scalp-numbing sensation, Fang Ziye at that time also, along with the crowd, very generously offered his own applause. The applause formed wave after wave of thunderous sound, lasting without end...

Thunderous applause rang out on the spot once again.

"Brothers, bright futures ahead, work hard, you're all very capable!" Although Dong Dongsheng's stature was relatively flat, at this moment, he seemed like a giant mountain. Beneath the giant mountain lay hidden his nearly forty years of accumulated power, calling out to the younger generation from afar.

After Associate Professor Dong Dongsheng finished the operation, the competition trial began immediately.

Of course, before the trial, there was still the drawing of lots for grouping. All participating contestants had to go draw numbers. There were over two hundred people participating, over two hundred numbers.

Each group can accommodate forty-two people to participate. Each group is limited to fifteen minutes.

Fang Ziye drew 201, which was the second-to-last group to compete.

This would take over an hour, close to two hours. Plus turnover, it would be almost 11:30.

The first round is the preliminaries. During the preliminaries, it's about 'are kings and generals born of a special breed?' — everyone can participate.

Those using it for practice practice, those competing compete...

Of course, Fang Ziye wasn't anxious.

He began observing the competition venue!

Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi went to compete. Fang Ziye stood by the side, cheering him on.

While everyone was preparing, the small team formed by Nie Xue Hua and others waved at Fang Ziye.

Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi left. Fang Ziye and Li Yuanpei, the two PhD candidates, immediately followed Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi, who was already a doctoral student, and approached.

After each asked clearly about their competition sequence numbers.

"Ziye! What number are you?" Zhang Zi Xi asked Fang Ziye.

"Xi Ge, I'm over two hundred." Fang Ziye hurriedly replied.

"Oh! ~ That's relatively late then."

"But it doesn't matter! Actually, this round can show basic skills; competing later doesn't mean the final grades will be lower." Zhang Zi Xi comforted him with a sentence.

He has to compete in the next round!

Nie Xue Hua is in Group Three.

One group is twenty-four people.

Just as the first group's contestants all finished preparations, Fang Ziye and the others competing later walked to the display screen at Wang Yuanqi's operating station.

Watching from afar the magnified display screens showing every instrument's details — these are specially for the proctoring examiners and other contestants to watch, able to see the details and highlights during the operation process.

And it will be screen recorded, to facilitate grade review and avoid scoring errors.

……

Soon, Professor Lu announced the start of the first round.

However, just as Fang Ziye was watching Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi operate, Nie Xue Hua — who would only compete in Group Three — was currently paying attention to Zhang Wenshang from the Provincial People's Hospital: "See? This Zhang Wenshang still has some skills; looks like he's also improved a great deal."

"Only one year."

Nie Xue Hua's words weren't finished before they were interrupted and set off by the crowd's exclamations of surprise.

"Holy crap, look at number sixteen."

"Quiet, maintain discipline! Everyone is an adult." Professor Lu shouted a halt through the microphone.

Although this rule was not announced!

But everyone is an industry insider, and they're all surgeons who do surgery; when watching others' surgeries, don't disturb, don't make noise affecting others' performance!

This is the most basic discipline and professional quality!

That person immediately shut up; the scene remained silent, only whispers rising in waves.

Nie Xue Hua listened and couldn't help walking a few steps, bringing Fang Ziye along; just as they reached where they could clearly see his display screen, Nie Xue Hua halted his steps!

Turning his head, he said: "There's a dark horse; this young person can do it. Let me tell you, his current operation level counts as entering the hall — he can take the stage."

"Just looks a bit unfamiliar."

"Brother Xue Hua, this person is my classmate." Right beside Nie Xue Hua happened to be where Tongji Hospital's Doctor Wu Xuanqi was standing; hearing Nie Xue Hua's question, he replied with a sentence.

"Yesterday he just told me he was very poor; today he's suddenly this formidable — he really hid it deep." Wu Xuanqi cursed a sentence.

"Where does he work now? Doctor Wu, are you very familiar?" Doctor Wu Xuanqi's age is actually even younger than Nie Xue Hua.

"Know him; was my classmate before, now works at Yi City First People's Hospital, which is also Three Gorges University Affiliated People's Hospital." Wu Xuanqi nodded.

"Didn't read for a PhD?" Nie Xue Hua finished reading and asked without hesitation.

Wu Xuanqi shook his head.

(Chapter End)