Chapter 310: A Stunning New Height! (Requesting Subscriptions)

Hearing that Teacher Deng Yong of the department could still joke in front of the trauma surgery chiefs of Tongji and Peking Union Medical College Hospital, the anesthesia team and the circulating and instrument nurses of the nursing team all felt very reassured.

Limb salvage surgery for mangled extremity was rarely performed at Zhongnan Hospital; any attempts had been many years ago and mostly ended in failure.

Therefore, even experienced anesthesiologists or circulating nurses had rarely participated in any limb salvage surgery for mangled extremity.

When facing a new surgical technique, all team members felt somewhat more nervous.

If peers or higher-level doctors from outside hospitals were present, the tense atmosphere grew even more intense; if such a peer was a professor at the full professor level, the tension would to some extent turn into pressure.

The team bearing the greatest pressure was the surgical team, namely the clinical team to which Teacher Deng Yong belonged.

Being able to joke at this moment proved that the surgery was indeed progressing well.

Under these circumstances, the three young nurses who had not been left behind by Teacher Deng Yong's pace chuckled.

The nurses in the operating room had long experienced many trials and naturally knew that what men called "five limbs united" was actually self-service of the limbs, with a more elegant alternative name being self-intercourse.

Professor Duan Hong merely smiled without smiling, focusing more of his attention on Fang Ziye, who was about to perform the operation.

Compared with driving with others, Professor Duan Hong preferred to honestly perform surgery, observe surgical quality, and discuss academics.

And Qi Qiaowen, as the target of the joke, was the least able to laugh.

His stern face could overawe a large group of colleagues, but could not pressure a peer of the same level; after a stalemate of half a minute, he helplessly surrendered: "Teacher Deng, please stop talking."

"Or it will turn into mutual harm."

"Right, Professor Duan?" To confirm the weight of his words, Qi Qiaowen dragged the unrelated Professor Duan Hong into the battlefield.

One era has its era's figures, amusing stories, and stories unique to the seniors.

Deng Yong, Duan Hong, and Qi Qiaowen's generation, having mixed in the clinic for decades, would more or less leave behind some legendary stories or 'accidents' passed down.

Hearing this, Deng Yong immediately conceded and changed his words: "Professor Duan never races with anyone whose car speed is faster than his, so Professor Qi, you need not worry too much; he will not respond to you."

"But if your car speed is slower than his, he will make you take off, without you even needing to refuel..."

Deng Yong's sentence strung two together...

In the operating room, those who understood Teacher Deng's car speed this time were not too many, but among them were not included Duan Hong and Qi Qiaowen.

Seeing the wind was unfavorable, Deng Yong, now on his home turf, was actually not afraid of them exposing his ugliness in front of so many students of Deng Yong; he belonged to the reckless level, one not to be provoked.

As for the refueling remark, one must mention the true source of car speed, and the classification of the car frame.

Manual and automatic; refueling and not refueling...

Fang Ziye looked at his master standing at attention with a serious expression; he, who understood a bit of the ambiguous, timely interrupted: "Master, can I now perform bone reconstruction surgery?"

If at this time there was not a suitable junior to cut off the topic, the following topic might extend in a strange direction.

Others Fang Ziye found hard to predict, but when in Enshi, Pang Shu was from Peking Union Medical College Hospital; it was said Pang Shu was Qi Qiaowen Professor's confidant; as the saying goes, habit makes nature...

"Let's start, I'll take a look too." Seeing the topic return to normal, Professor Duan Hong took over the conversation first.

"For nearly a year recently, I have followed Xiao Wu and learned some techniques and methods of force for manual reduction from Old Chinese Doctor Chen, but it seems I have touched a barrier."

"I know how to proceed to the next step, I know the situation in the next room, but I just cannot push open this door."

Duan Hong's words were relatively formal, and the request he made was also quite proper.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye pondered for a moment, then said: "Teacher Duan, my level may be limited, and I cannot explain it clearly to you."

"However, based on my current understanding of fractures and comminuted fractures, I believe the purpose and key of bone quality reconstruction surgery is to restore the anatomical position and function of the bone itself."

"The function of the bone lies in the stent, support; force fulcrum, muscle insertion point, etc."

"Therefore, when performing manual reduction, the general principle is that any method conducive to reducing the fracture to anatomical form and conducive to reconstructing function can be used as appropriate."

"This process indeed has some techniques; when I slowly pondered these techniques later, I found that the several forces described by Old Doctor Chen were just right..."

"For example, brute force!" Fang Ziye said, casually pulling, and very easily separated the fragments of the tibia and fibula fracture that were hard to see their original shape.

"Brute force is having no technique, only knowing how to avoid the occurrence of complications. Generally speaking, replacing the force of continuous traction along the long axis of the limb with brute force will not cause too much trouble."

"However, if the borrowing of force goes further, and more clever force is needed to achieve reduction, then relying solely on brute force simply cannot reach it."

"Manual reduction of fractures is mostly closed fracture reduction; in this case, the parts where we need to apply stress cannot be directly reached by hand and tools; at this time, we can only borrow the muscle insertion point, etc..."

Since he wanted to talk about professionalism, Fang Ziye still seriously used more professional knowledge to take over Professor Duan Hong's topic change, and successfully brought the topic into the professional realm.

The surgical operating room can drive, but cannot always drive; can joke, but cannot take surgery as a joke and child's play.

As Fang Ziye's voice became increasingly calm, composed, and orderly, many people in the operating room found the atmosphere on the operating table increasingly strange.

A young man who looked not very old, whose voice was not fully mature, and whose face was even a bit pretty-boy, was 'teaching' several very old professors, and they, at this moment, not only did not refute, but were listening seriously.

You must know that what Fang Ziye said, even to understand, required a certain threshold, such as possessing Level 3 and Level 4 proficiency in manual reduction technique.

And generally to reach above Level 3 proficiency, and this operation must be manual reduction technique.

Excuse me, probably in the operating room, besides Yuan Weihong, even Qin Geluo had a confused look.

The less one understood, the more bored one felt, the more one felt what others said was very obscure and dull, simply unable to listen in.

Then one's thoughts would naturally scatter, attention began to not concentrate, from occasionally missing some words evolving into immersing in one's own independent world.

For example, some people were thinking about their own papers, while others were paying attention to this unique scene.

The more seriously one paid attention to this scene, the more absurd one felt it was.

To say, in front of Professors Deng Yong, Duan Hong, and Qi Qiaowen, those qualified to teach calmly were basically full professors and above, or some deputy chief physician level figures; when sharing their areas of expertise, they could be neither humble nor arrogant.

Fang Ziye was just a Chief Resident.

Then several professors still felt Fang Ziye made sense, and kept nodding frequently.

Then these things, they still could not understand.

This time the participation requirement for the onlookers was relatively high; basically they were Doctors at the base, and lower-year Doctors had not been able to participate.

So Guan Hongming and Dong Wenqiang looked at Luo Tingzhu; both knew Luo Tingzhu was Fang Ziye's girlfriend. They just expected whether Luo Tingzhu could understand.

But boyfriends and girlfriends do not share learning and knowledge; Fang Ziye's reached proficiency height was not something Luo Tingzhu could touch.

Also, boyfriends and girlfriends would not use manual reduction as a game...

So after Luo Tingzhu was surrounded by onlookers, she silently retreated half a step, and moved her gaze to Qin Geluo next door.

Qin Geluo touched his nose with one hand and his earlobe with the other, looking somewhat awkwardly at Yuan Weihong's professional smile on the platform, because he couldn't understand it either.

But Qin Geluo could ask Wei Ge to repeat it to him postoperatively.

Only Qin Geluo's professional smile didn't last a few seconds; that smile unique to the corners of cosmetic surgery eyes gradually stiffened and disappeared—

Yuan Weihong was also listening to heavenly script; this utterly boring charade of explaining closed reduction was just those four people playing poker together, but the poker cards had no hearts, clubs, diamonds, spades, Arabic numerals, or JQKA.

Ghost knows what they're handling.

"Junior Sister Luo, you don't know what they're talking about either? Ziye never talked to you about these things?" Dong Wenqiang, who originally excelled at clinical work but switched to an Academic PhD for employment, could no longer hold his horse stance and began inquiring with Luo Tingzhu.

He, who had realized the gap with Fang Ziye, discovered once again that this gap was a natural moat.

Luo Tingzhu's good-looking ears twitched slightly as she turned her head: "Senior Brother Dong, what I talk more about with Senior Brother Fang is research; because we were abroad, neither I nor Senior Brother had the qualifications or opportunity to do clinical work."

Foreign countries' access control for formal medical institution staff is too strict; ordinary international students are impossible to be in wards; they must pass the USMLE exam!

The two didn't stay long, so they didn't think to develop in this direction.

Not frequently contacting these things, naturally they wouldn't spend more time paying attention.

"Pa! ~" Just when Gu Yi and the others were still struggling over who knew Fang Ziye's closed reduction skill was this impressive.

Only a violent pa sound was heard coming from the operating table.

This sound was exceptionally loud, pitch very high, timbre extremely special; one listen and you know it's someone slapping through gloves.

The person who couldn't help but applaud was Tongji Hospital's Professor Duan Hong; after clapping, he clenched both hands, his expression one of sudden realization, yet also deeply struggling.

As if saying, so that's how it is, why the fuck didn't I think of that…

Deng Yong's mindset at this moment was exceptionally peaceful, only thinking of one keyword: this is my student, this is my student.

Qi Qiaowen's gaze at Fang Ziye began to turn tender, thoughts troubled, and then the third train of thought drifted far away.

Gurgle gurgle after, Qi Qiaowen couldn't help but say: "Doctor Fang, how about after you graduate, you try sending a resume to my place?"

"Hm?" Deng Yong tilted his head, looking at Qi Qiaowen, like looking at a stupid bird.

(Chapter End)