Chapter 30: Prepare Well (Asking for Favorites, Asking for Follows)

October 7th was the last day of the National Day holiday, and by rights it should have been a time for rest.

However, on this day, the eighth floor of the Skill Training Room at Han University Medical College was quite lively.

There was no other reason: the Training Room was originally established to facilitate learning and practice for this hospital's students and junior physicians, not to provide a shortcut for people.

Generally, only once every one or two years would a student or young doctor pass through the Training Room, take the purely professional operation route, and manage to break through the corresponding requirements to "pass the test"; such an event naturally counted as a rare occurrence within a major department.

Not only did Teacher Deng, Ward Director Deng Yong of Trauma Surgery, attach great importance to it, but Du Xinzhan, the Chief Director of Orthopedics and Ward Director of Joint Surgery, also paid considerable attention.

Although the First Training Room contained only basic operations — the most fundamental skills of Orthopedics — who did not come up from youth? All medical professors climbed up step by step from being medical students.

The seniors' patience and tolerance toward the current professors is an inheritance, one that needs to be carried forward.

There were not many people; those most concerned were still some small Master's students and the PhD students of Trauma Surgery — Luo Tingzhu, Sun Shaoqing, and other PhDs were also in the lineup, watching as witnesses to Fang Ziye's growth.

The superiors of Trauma Surgery had all come; for Greater Orthopedics, only Professor Du Xinzhan and a Vice Professor in charge of Orthopedics teaching — also a Vice Professor of Joint Surgery — had come…

In fact, for a surgical practitioner, being able to enter a large teaching hospital like Zhongnan Hospital for graduate study itself meant that their future development level would not be too low; at the very least, they would be a doctor at a prefecture-level city hospital.

Therefore, whether superiors or students, all were very sharp-eyed.

"The operation of hemostasis technique emphasizes speed, steadiness, and accuracy; rapid hemostasis allows one to precisely grasp the bleeding point at the necessary moment, at the fastest speed, to avoid patient death from massive hemorrhage or other complications."

"Therefore what is needed is the speed of visual capture and the speed of proper operation."

"The surface area of a sesame seed is not large; it corresponds almost exactly to clinically common bleeding points. Your Senior Brother Fang managed to complete hemostasis on thirty-seven bleeding points so precisely in a short time, with three remaining — two incomplete, one missed."

"Such performance still matches his character very well: rather lack than excess. He would rather not do so many operations, but guarantee the success rate of every operation." Deng Yong's PhD student Sun Shaoqing spoke softly to his fellow trainee.

"You all can learn from this."

Luo Tingzhu, observing Fang Ziye's operation, asked in a low voice: "Senior Brother Sun, do you think Senior Brother Fang deliberately slowed his speed, seeking only steadiness, not speed? Otherwise, I feel his error tolerance could be higher."

Fang Ziye was repeating the operation at this moment.

One successful operation could be a fluke, but if repeated successful operations are possible, then it is solid.

During the Master's stage, a Professional Master's student of Trauma Surgery, while fulfilling normal graduation requirements, managing to practice debridement, incision, hemostasis, and suturing technique to a certain level — this requires not only effort but also a certain talent.

Therefore the hospital and the Teaching and Research Office are willing to give such an outstanding student a chance to pursue a PhD, but the matter is of great importance.

After all, within the hospital, the number of doctoral admission quotas is limited; they cannot be given out recklessly.

Fang Ziye needed to repeat three times; currently this was his first hemostasis attempt. Before hemostasis, Fang Ziye had already routinely completed three rounds each of debridement, incision, and suturing technique, all meeting the standard.

The Orthopedics Teaching Director recorded Fang Ziye's operation time on one hand — 60s — and on the other hand continued recording the success rate of quickly piercing sesame seeds into tofu: 37/40.

Then he swapped another piece of tofu, personally pinched a handful of sesame seeds — no less than several dozen — and scattered them evenly and randomly on the tofu surface; after stepping back two steps, he said: "Ziye, come, continue."

"If you can complete one more, today all of us can cheer for you."

When Fang Ziye's gaze settled, he happened to see Teacher Yuan Weihong standing diagonally opposite him, behind Professor Deng Yong, his shoulders trembling slightly — clearly he was even more nervous than Fang Ziye himself.

Fang Ziye gave a slight smile in that direction, took a deep breath, pressed the countdown timer with his left hand while his right hand held forceps as an electrocautery or ultrasonic scalpel hemostasis tool, and began moving rapidly.

The simulated requirement for hemostasis technique in the Training Room is to quickly pierce and bury sesame seeds into tofu, but depth must not be excessive — roughly below 4mm — yet must penetrate below 1mm of the tofu surface.

Too shallow fails to meet hemostasis requirements; too deep, and in clinical practice such skill would make patients suffer.

Fang Ziye dared not have any superfluous operations; originally, moving his dominant hand quickly forty times within one minute was already a test, and with the need for precise operation, he also had to control the force of every operation.

There was not a single second that could be wasted.

Yuan Weihong kept counting softly along with Fang Ziye's operations; even though this might disturb the three professors and several Vice Professors beside him, no one said Yuan Weihong's trembling voice was out of place at this moment.

"Thirty."

"Thirty-one."

"Thirty-three."

"Thirty-five."

"Thirty." At thirty-six, Fang Ziye's operation faltered once; he did not pierce the target. Hemostasis failed.

"Thirty-six!"

Yuan Weihong's words cut off as he turned to look at the countdown timer; the timer still had a full six seconds remaining.

That is to say, Fang Ziye was also very nervous, but he pursued accuracy; in fact he could have been more composed.

Fang Ziye met the standard once again, and Yuan Weihong finally let down the heart he had been holding up.

At this moment, this student of mine — a student whose supervisor is not a PhD supervisor, a student with a certain number of SCI papers — wanting an opportunity to further pursue a PhD, has finally obtained recognition.

Yuan Weihong had already exhaled in relief.

As for Fang Ziye, after completing thirty-six qualified hemostasis operations, for the remaining two he deliberately slowed his speed, gently using five seconds to steadily pierce two sesame seeds, only then withdrawing his hand.

In this way, even if his previous count had any mistakes, adding these two as a safety margin was already sufficient.

Accumulation leads to breakthrough; only then is there composure.

The third operation was no longer necessary.

Watching Vice Professor Tang Sai very calmly write down the figure 39/40, Fang Ziye finally stepped back, wiped his forehead with the back of his right hand — the back of his hand was wet with sweat.

Professor Du Xinzhan was not tall, slightly plump, his whole bearing refined; his buttocks were a bit large, and at this moment he shifted his buttocks, adjusted his upper body posture, then reached out and patted Fang Ziye's shoulder: "Prepare well and work hard."

"Hope that in three years, we can talk in the office."

"Deng Yong, your department's students this year are not bad." Du Xinzhan turned his head to look at Deng Yong.

The meaning in his words was: he hoped that in three years, when Fang Ziye's PhD graduation approached, everyone could still discuss treatment and hospital retention together — a kind of expectation.

Fang Ziye's mouth curved in a smile; watching the crowd disperse, facing his senior and junior brothers' congratulations, he grinned foolishly like a fool.

(Chapter End)