Chapter 322: I Came Up with Something Lonely (Requesting Subscription)

"More gauze, cotton pads, you two apply slightly more pressure and bandage for a while." After pulling out the needle, Fang Ziye paused briefly and checked the integrity of the needle body.

From the needle tip to the broken needle area, everything was complete and continuous; the needle tip body was skewed. Judging by size and style, it belonged to an old-fashioned boilable, reusable sterilized needle.

These things definitely couldn't be thrown away directly; they might still be useful clue evidence.

At least Fang Ziye himself knew that ordinary people would find it very hard to find such things again.

Fang Ziye was only responsible for the surgery, and what he valued was speed, ruthlessness, and precision...

But actually, a physician with Level 4 Incision Technique and Level 5 Hemostasis Technique removing a broken needle for this young man was truly a huge waste of medical resources.

The actual operation took less than three minutes; Fang Ziye finished the whole thing and pulled out all three broken needles.

Pressing on the anatomical location of the femoral artery sheath on one side with one hand, he said: "Doesn't this look like a massage?"

"Senior Brother, this looks more like needle removal." Jie Han started being mischievous, moving his buttocks backward.

"Go, go, go, who did you learn bad habits from?"

"Have you written your paper? Have you gone to the Training Room? Did you break through?" Fang Ziye, powerlessly retorting to the somewhat arrogant Jie Han, began using his ultimate move.

Jie Han had now grown into a Senior Brother; being a bit mischievous was normal.

I am his direct Senior Brother, we've gotten along for so long, joking around is no problem.

Jie Han glanced at the other Lin Yihuang; the other party was a First Year Master's Student Fellow Trainee, and just nodded: "Paper, written."

"Training Room, went."

"That's right."

Jie Han's tone sounded like his Training Room ability hadn't broken through, but Jie Han then said: "Training Room also broke through!"

Fang Ziye didn't feel much, but Fellow Trainee Lin Yihuang instantly felt his defenses crumble.

If Senior Brother Jie Han breaks through again, then what is Senior Brother Jie Han's current strength?

Won't Senior Brother Jie Han follow Senior Brother Fang Ziye's path next year, even further, not only able to take the Onion Research Plan but also the Special Plan for professional operations?

Lin Yihuang thought more and more that such a possibility existed; after all, Senior Brother Jie Han's paper accumulation was heard to be far more than Senior Brother Fang Ziye's back then.

Fang Ziye knew Jie Han had made a certain breakthrough in the Training Room recently, so this was perfectly timed to come find himself to seek praise.

But Fang Ziye is a Senior Brother, after all?

How could he do as he wished: "How much workload accumulation? Can the next paper be published for over ten points? Don't mess with those few-point papers anymore, that's useless..."

Lin Yihuang: "???"

Senior Brother Fang and Senior Brother Jie Han mutually harming each other is one thing, why do I have to be sandwiched in the middle? Who did I offend or provoke?

I f*cking...

Lin Yihuang had great complaints in his heart, but his smile was extremely brilliant.

Fang Ziye's words finally silenced Jie Han.

Compared to Fang Ziye, whether comparing academics or operations, there were ultimately blind spots Jie Han couldn't reach. Fang Ziye was too invincible.

Jie Han hurriedly said: "Senior Brother, I don't have that."

Afraid Fang Ziye would say another sentence, like "I published in BMJ, you go publish in Nature" or some such even bigger ultimate move!

"Surgery is over... Anesthesia Teacher, you can wake the anesthesia now." Fang Ziye then looked toward the anesthesiologist.

The anesthesiologist's butt hadn't even sat into a more comfortable position; hearing the voice, he looked up and said very directly: "Doctor, I haven't provoked you, have I..."

He thought Fang Ziye was dissing an unsuitable target, making fun of himself.

"Teacher, it's true, not a joke, you can wake the patient now; previously I told you no intubation was needed, that's the reason." Fang Ziye explained somewhat embarrassedly.

I was competing for favor with Fellow Trainee Jie Han; no matter how you say it, it had a bit of bullying the small with the big meaning.

【38 "Then... alright." The anesthesiologist, hearing this, hurriedly gave the patient some wake-up anesthesia drugs again.

"Then... all right." The anesthesiologist, hearing this, hurriedly pushed some wake-from-anesthesia drugs into the patient.

At the same time, Fang Ziye and the others quickly outlined the incision; after completing the suture, they stacked gauze pads and used elastic binding tape for pressure bandaging; the surgery was thus considered finished.

The patient's anesthesia drug dosage was originally not much; after using wake-up drugs, he woke up even faster.

After he opened his eyes in a daze, he only felt his whole body somewhat soft and weak; this was the aftereffect of a small amount of muscle relaxant drugs.

"I am... where?" The young man

"Surgery is over, the surgery went very smoothly, the incision is very small."

"You can go home soon." Fang Ziye's voice was gentle, the corners of his eyes kind as he explained.

Then he suggested: "Anesthesia Teacher, since the patient has woken up, let's wake the anesthesia in front of the police comrades outside; they can conveniently control the patient and also have relevant law enforcement authority."

The young man at this time had all reacted.

Looking at Fang Ziye now, it was like looking at an 'unknown peer'.

Fang Ziye seemed to guess when he wanted to do some nonsense, so he had the police take him into the pre-anesthesia room inside the Emergency Operating Room!

Then I fell asleep.

Now, I just woke up, and the strength in my whole body hasn't recovered yet; Fang Ziye wants to push me to see 'Uncle' again, leaving me in a passive state the whole time, with no chance to use the moves and routines I was taught before.

Touching the 'bump' bulging on both legs, I felt even more desperate.

Knowing the routines, the technique is fine, but I have no small moves I can make.

"Sigh~" Finally, the young man sighed like this.

Then, the young man was taken away by the uncle.

When leaving, one of the uniforms said: "Doctor Fang, you've worked hard."

"Duties are limited, and the situation is also special, so we won't disturb you further; this person isn't honest, we may need to interrogate him from multiple angles."

"These things are indeed suspicious evidence; when we go back, we will slowly investigate them, thank you..."

After speaking, the three left.

The departure of the three caused no impact on the hospital; it still operated normally, as if they had never come.

Fang Ziye returned to the consultation room of Emergency Surgery and chatted with Fang Songlin about this patient.

It was just a bit of gossip.

But neither of them had exchanged more than a few words.

Yuan Weihong happened to slide past the doorway of the consultation room, his steps hurried.

Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong both saw each other.

As expected, soon Yuan Weihong retreated back: "Xiao Fang, why haven't you turned over the operating room yet? I was wondering what kind of mess you'd made!"

"You're still here dawdling?"

"Director Fang, hello." Yuan Weihong still greeted Fang Songlin.

Their colleague relationship belonged to the level of recognizing each other, but far from close, even requiring the kind of extreme politeness.

Seeing Yuan Weihong, Fang Songlin stood up and explained in a gentle voice: "Wei Ge, why did you come?"

"Xiao Fang just stepped down and was sitting here chatting with me for a while; this doesn't count as dawdling, ha."

"What did you say? Your surgery is over?" Yuan Weihong's whole body tensed, as if his face was full of incredulity.

Fang Songlin's head kept turning toward Fang Ziye's direction: "Is it strange that the surgery ended? Wei Ge?"

Yuan Weihong's mouth corner twitched, finally looking at the silent Fang Ziye, restraining the color of shock: "It's fine, just made me come for nothing!"

Yuan Weihong deliberately gritted his teeth and said a single word, looking at Fang Ziye.

"Master, have you eaten yet..." Fang Ziye, not understanding, hurriedly changed the subject.

(Chapter End)