Chapter 349: How Is It? Professor Deng! (Second Update, Asking for Subscription)

"Ziye, your manual reduction technique has some substance to it, doesn't it? Such complex fracture fragments, you played them into a speed-run block tower assembly."

"Huh? Manual reduction technique — it seems no one has ever defined what 'mastery' means for it, has it? And it seems no one demonstrates it either." Professor Liu Huanglong's eye was still vicious.

Fang Ziye, hearing this, operated with one hand and spoke with the other: "Teacher Liu, this manual reduction technique — I learned it back when I was studying in Enshi, following an old Chinese doctor, so it contains some TCM concepts."

"Current level is passable."

Fang Ziye was not proud.

But Yuan Weihong had already read Liu Huanglong's mind at this moment, and he, guessing Liu Huanglong's intent, hurriedly said: "Professor Liu, Ziye's manual reduction technique can be called peerless."

"Our group's basic research project, using this as a benchmark, derived a pure data analysis project for fracture reclassification, which was published in the BMJ, and is also our basic research group's key R&D project going forward."

"Using this as a foundation, combining our traditional medicine's manual reduction advantages, to reclassify and define fracture severity and treatment plans — that is our small research group's next goal."

As Yuan Weihong spoke, even Fang Ziye's gaze flickered fiercely several times.

Master? How would I not know?

Of course, this is my own benefactor-teacher; compared to bragging, compared to showing off, damn it, at the very least he's a standout in Zhongnan Orthopedics.

North Sea One Leaf.

Liu Huanglong's brain crashed again instantly.

After thinking carefully for a round, Liu Huanglong asked half-believing: "Ziye, you wouldn't say? Your manual reduction technique has touched a threshold ordinary people can't reach, even broken convention?"

Fang Ziye knew his master Yuan Weihong never postured without reason; since he chose to posture now, there was deep meaning.

So he said half-modestly: "Teacher Liu, actually it's not that ordinary people can't reach it, but that we discarded many things, and by coincidence I happened to pick them back up under that old Chinese doctor's guidance."

Before, Fang Ziye was also noncommittal about TCM manual reduction techniques.

But now, the more he experiences, the more he feels: our country's ancestors, able to summarize so many reduction techniques before X-ray developed — it's fucking awesome.

Although very likely, due to technological limitations, they deified some operative techniques — but such thinking, the essence in the theory, especially the mechanism of force division, are actually very unique and learnable.

Liu Huanglong fell silent.

Next door, Associate Professor Guan Qiquan also fell silent.

Seeing the two not speaking, Fang Ziye called to his master: "Master, grab another bone clamp, fix the bone quality here, then we need to add a titanium mesh, bone cement shaping support."

"Otherwise, this talus won't be able to hold up at all."

The talus is a relatively important bony support of the ankle joint and foot; if it's gone, talking functional reconstruction is just hooliganism.

Drawing a person starts with drawing bone; for a person to stand straight, bone must first be hard, must be straight.

Watching Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong's exquisite coordination.

Liu Huanglong sighed with emotion again: "Truly the Ancestral Master chasing after you to feed you rice."

"Wei Ge, why doesn't your hospital think about promoting Ziye's professional rank? Letting him do debridement and suturing, small fractures — such procedures all day?"

What a waste!

Level 5 basic skills, doing such small disease types — isn't that a golden rice bowl filled with shit, a patch of yellow? Golden-thread nanmu burning for fuel, dismantling an aircraft carrier to make a pot ring?

Yuan Weihong hurriedly said: "Professor Liu, this, this really isn't that we don't value him."

"Ziye is only twenty-eight this year."

"Graduated Master's last year, graduating Doctor this year, now just reached Chief Resident position — even if we jump him further, it must be gradual, otherwise if the height is too high and he falls and breaks, we couldn't bear it either..."

Yuan Weihong's voice was exceptionally doting.

Jump too high at once — say directly giving Fang Ziye Attending Physician permission, stuffing a pile of Level 3 surgeries down his throat.

Fang Ziye's surgical permission would be stuffed up, but if something goes wrong, when accountability comes, whose is it?

Ruin Fang Ziye, wouldn't Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong have to vomit bile in regret?

Current Fang Ziye, steady progress, Distinguished Youth baseline, Changjiang Scholar expected, even that highest Academician hall isn't impossible to anticipate — so why pull up seedlings to help them grow?

Whether Zhongnan Hospital lacks a bone defect surgical craftsman, or a Changjiang Scholar twenty years later, or an Academician bigshot thirty years later — everyone's heart is like a clear mirror.

After breaking convention, if something goes wrong, a whole pole of people all have to fall smashed to pieces.

Liu Huanglong heard this, moved by reality to near tears: "That is the logic, but how come he isn't our PUMC student?"

Guan Qiquan heard this, heart impatient, smiled and said: "Professor Liu, this statement is wrong; we're all Zhongnan's kids, our own family produced talent, why not just try not to think about marrying out?"

Meaning is obvious: whether you Liu Huanglong return to Zhongnan is your problem, your freedom and choice; you go back on your word and get fat, at most we scold you for not keeping your word, no real hurt.

But don't dismantle your own family's crossbeam.

"Continue the surgery!"

"This kid's micro-operations are really engaging to watch, especially handling such unfamiliar disease types — absolutely engaging..." Liu Huanglong like a child who found a fun toy.

Mature procedures, because of predecessors' efforts, have a benchmark line for level comparison.

Immature procedures test each person's absolute basic skills, micro-operations, surgical judgment, surgical approach — this is a purely new frontier.

Coincidentally, in this aspect, Fang Ziye's basic skills quantity and depth are exceptionally abundant.

It's like, in a polygamy absolutely free country, you also have money — then you don't play more enjoyably than others? It's just your personal choice!

Surgery continues, step by step.

Everyone's expectations for the Stage 1 surgery treatment quality aren't high, just climbing to the 'alive' level.

Moreover, if such absolute mangled extremity cases can have a survival rate above sixty percent, that would be a very major breakthrough, allowing the mangled extremity disease type treatment to be named uniquely after oneself.

So-and-so Mangled Extremity Limb Salvage Surgery.

Currently, many high-end procedures come about this way. And some especially mature procedures, the reason they dropped the prefix, is because they've developed to absolute maturity, and the scholar-predecessors who developed them are already famous enough or have passed away — they don't need academic fame to support their future.

Before the long sands of time, naturally shedding the exclusive name, the correspondence between surgical procedure developer and name grows heavy in medical history.

Afternoon, eleven thirty.

Surgery finally neared its end; the patient was pushed out of the OR, personally escorted by Xiong Jinhuan back to the Trauma Surgery Ward.

Professor Liu Huanglong took off his sterile surgical gown, walked to the sink, facing the huge mirror, looking at his own fatigued eyes on one side, his own bright spirited expression on the other, said:

"To tell the truth, I've never witnessed this kind of surgery done purely with basic skills, nor have I ever seen so many types of pure basic skills appear in a single surgery."

'National Treasure Doctor' level basic skills aren't particularly numerous; they are precious because of scarcity, and few achieve them because they're awesome.

In the entire Big Orthopedics of Peking Union Medical College Hospital, the only one who can be called 'National Treasure Doctor' level is Professor Zhong Junyu of Hand Surgery.

But Professor Zhong Junyu's core basic skills are only suturing technique, and his transcendent specialized techniques are vascular suturing and tendon suturing technique; with these as foundation, he props up the Hand Surgery Department's unrivaled transcendent status in Hubei Province.

Fang Ziye now possesses this level of operations, all of which are basic skills; it's very obvious he hasn't particularly developed toward specialized operations.

For example, osteotomy correction rooted in closed reduction, or nerve, vascular, and tendon suturing techniques rooted in suturing technique, or fat debridement technique, nerve root and nerve course debridement technique, vascular debridement technique, and bone debridement technique rooted in debridement technique...

At least he hasn't particularly gone to deeply cultivate them.

Of course, the objective conditions are also very obvious — damn it, Fang Ziye is young.

No one wants Fang Ziye to be flattered high then fall shattered, so Zhongnan Hospital's current policy toward Fang Ziye is: first be heavy and steady, steady for a while, then improve his own professional title, technique permissions, etc., obtain all priority promotion resources within Orthopedics...

"Then Professor Liu can come take a look more often?" Yuan Weihong took the opportunity to push forward a step.

Originally thought Liu Huanglong would be polite.

Didn't expect Liu Huanglong to say: "Good, allow me a while."

"This time won't be very long, estimated after the May vacation."

Creak.

Guan Qiquan, Fang Ziye, Yuan Weihong — all three's brains crashed.

This is called not very long? This is called way too damn short, okay?

How can you Liu Huanglong possibly do it, a Chief Physician, resign within one month? You're one of Peking Union's current Young Thousand Talents Hats, they'd let you go?

How much money would you have to pay?

Liu Huanglong ignored everyone's expressions, glanced at the watch on his wrist: "It's not early, won't treat everyone to a meal today, everyone just rest first."

"Ziye, you also hurry go to the Emergency Department for a round; there was an emergency consultation patient before, you pushed it all to your department's follow-up resident, this actually isn't suitable in principle."

Fang Ziye, being called out, woke up first, explained: "Professor Liu, it's fine, that emergency consultation, Master entrusted Qin Geluo Big Brother, Qin Geluo has richer emergency consultation experience than me."

Fang Ziye wanted to flatter the possibly-coming-to-Zhongnan Liu Huanglong, so Yuan Weihong first thing treated Qin Geluo as 'backup chief resident' coolie.

Liu Huanglong then left.

After putting on clothes, he directly left the changing room; Guan Qiquan woke up after and hurriedly caught up, carefully attending to him on the side.

Liu Huanglong is Hand Surgery's honored guest, yet dinner was eaten in the operating room's meal room — actually counts as poor hospitality, would be scolded if spread.

However, Yuan Weihong, after waking up, the first thing he did wasn't call Fang Ziye to eat, but first call Teacher Deng, explaining this matter.

"Teacher Deng, are you okay?"

"Ah? Not serious fall?" Yuan Weihong walked out while on the phone. Walked a few steps, waved at Fang Ziye, signaling him to follow out.

(Chapter End)