Chapter 359

After Yuan Weihong took off his clothes, he asked Fang Ziye a question: why, with such a high level of skill, did he still have Teacher Deng arrange for Yuan Weihong to teach Fang Ziye fracture surgery? Fang Ziye then told Yuan Weihong the truth.

Yuan Weihong nodded, didn't get angry, just left very calmly.

From Teacher Deng's perspective, he indeed had the qualification to say this to Fang Ziye, hoping Fang Ziye wouldn't aim too high; after all, Yuan Weihong is your, Fang Ziye's, Master.

And it was just that what Deng Yong thought became what he thought he thought; now Yuan Weihong, in the operating room, was scared until his tongue went numb once, speechless countless times, his two feet, ten toes, clawing out a four-bedroom-one-living-room multiple times.

What did Yuan Weihong do?

At the operating room doorway, shocked, assisted with draping, then in the operating room his pupils constricted once, looking at the C-arm projector outside the operating room his pupils constricted once, said a few sentences, that was it.

Purely wasted a set of sterile surgical gowns, increased the disinfection expenditure in the operating room.

Once Yuan Weihong left, Jie Han beamed with joy, and Fang Ziye also gradually settled his mindset.

Everything he had done had already been done to the best of his ability; facing Teacher Deng, Fang Ziye could even have the leisure to show off a bit at the critical moment, making people suspect their lives.

But facing Yuan Weihong, Fang Ziye still couldn't bear to strike a blow against this young, qualified Person of Gratitude's Dao heart.

Having explained clearly in advance, Yuan Weihong had mental preparation, everything was explained clearly, this way the teacher could also see his excellence.

"Slow down, patellar entry tibial intramedullary nail, the first step is making the incision, it's a flexible application of an incision technique in clinical practice, hand must be steady. Your incision technique now can already pass the Master's benchmark breaking the Training Room standard, no problem."

"Don't be nervous..." Fang Ziye instructed patiently.

Jie Han nodded, gradually also settling his mindset.

……

Trauma Surgery Main Operating Room, Yuan Weihong tidied his cap while stepping through the operating room's automatic induction door into the operating room.

On the operating table, the few people fighting hard had no time to care about Yuan Weihong, but the Master's and Doctoral students standing by below saw Yuan Weihong and hurried over to curry favor!

"Wei Ge, your surgery hasn't started yet? Need an assistant?" Li Yuanpei struck an attention posture, looking quite goofy and lively.

In the operating room, more monks than porridge; Li Yuanpei is now a Second-year Doctoral Student, the opportunities arranged for him and fed to him are not as good as during his Master's Third Year.

Now, Senior Brother Yan Zhiming is about to be promoted to Doctoral Year Three, the other two Senior Brothers have graduated, so the priority right for first operation opportunities in the group has fallen to Senior Brother Yan Zhiming.

Li Yuanpei wants more operations, so he can only go begging.

This is still considered good; if it weren't for Luo Tingzhu having set her heart on changing specialty direction, Li Yuanpei would probably have to stand aside even more now; given Teacher Deng's doting on Luo Tingzhu, her operation opportunities are probably no less than Senior Brother Yan Zhiming's.

Therefore, actively surrendering to Yuan Weihong for small operation opportunities is something Li Yuanpei is very willing to do.

"All scrubbed out, still not started? Sigh..." Yuan Weihong said with myriad emotions, then patted the shoulder of a Master's student sitting under the surgical timer panel; the other party very sensibly gave up the seat.

Lead Surgeon Teacher Deng briefly paused operation, straightened up, relaxing his neck and shoulder joints while asking: "You just scrubbed out?"

"You scrubbed out from my side not even twenty-five minutes ago; does your side count disinfection and draping together?"

"What's going on?" Deng Yong asked.

Yuan Weihong looked at Deng Yong, gaze complex, upper eyelid drooping, smiled bitterly: "Teacher Deng, Ziye is too strong, I really have zero ability to parry."

"Forget teaching, the reverse might not be a problem either."

Yuan Weihong's words, bitter with astringency, didn't sound fake, instantly making everyone in the operating room tense up, followed by the sound of sharp intakes of breath.

Is Yuan Weihong awesome or not?

Can't tell from inside the operating room.

The Trauma Surgery Young Physician Special Prize from two years ago, you say his operation is awesome? The peers' foil shows Yuan Weihong's operation level is no ordinary.

"Ah ha?" Deng Yong couldn't help recalling what Fang Ziye had told him before.

He became curious.

This is the first time Deng Yong specially valued Fang Ziye's surgical level.

Surgery ultimately talks about surgery; operation is just operation, surgery is a whole; no matter how fierce a single operation, in Deng Yong's view before, they were all small fry.

Moreover, from Deng Yong's angle, whether it was Yuan Weihong breaking through the Doctoral Training Room back then, or watching Fang Ziye break through the Master's Stage benchmark Training Room, they all needed a benchmark object to see their awesomeness.

For example, an amateur 7-dan Go level is already the ceiling in ordinary people's vision, but if facing a Top National Player like Ke Jie, watching you play he might really find it eye-searing, but can't say it outright.

Master's Graduate Student stage, in the Supervisor's eyes is just a cute Teletubby; this is no joke.

"I'll go take a look after I scrub out later; anyway, today there are 3 fracture surgery teaching cases prepared..." Deng Yong noted it in his heart, then lowered his head to continue surgery.

This pelvic defect reconstruction requires no small amount of energy, also involves placement of 3D Printing Material, cannot be careless.

After Deng Yong immersed himself in surgery, Li Yuanpei and the others became curious, asking Yuan Weihong: "Industry Brother's current strength is this fierce? So fast the fracture surgeries are all going to be done?"

When Yuan Weihong left, Li Yuanpei remembers deeply; he really wanted Yuan Weihong to take him too, but Yuan Weihong ultimately still brought his own student Jie Han.

Reasonable, Li Yuanpei not angry, but ultimately still feels regret.

Now twenty-odd minutes, Yuan Weihong ran back.

"Not bad, you guys, all need to learn more from Ziye, especially his Manual Reduction Technique, learn more, ask more."

"As long as you can learn one-tenth of his level, whether for your future work or learning surgery, it will be of enormous benefit." This time, Yuan Weihong relatively formally, in the operating room, peddled Fang Ziye like Wang Po selling melons.

The time is right now; Fang Ziye has graduated from Teacher Deng, and is still the group's Chief Resident; pushing Fang Ziye now isn't bragging.

Li Yuanpei led the nodding in agreement; the other Junior Brothers also nodded.

Li Yuanpei immediately said: "Everyone still remember Wei Ge's words; the Han Professor Group's Xiong Jinhuan follows Industry Brother every day to mix; we have the near-water pavilion gets the moon first, don't be afraid of shamelessness."

"Proverb says, women fear pestering; we can try if men fear pestering..." Li Yuanpei, now gradually approaching the Head of Department position in the group, cracking jokes also came naturally.

……

Fifty minutes later, Teacher Deng finally finished the key operations of the surgery, carefully examined the structural diagram after pelvic reconstruction, tilted his head to think, nodded: "Should be about done; Qin Geluo, you handle the pelvic internal soft tissue structural reconstruction suturing; the rest, hand over to Yan Zhiming as much as possible."

"Yan Zhiming is also very good; before maybe because Wang Yuanqi was there, Zhiming was somewhat overlooked."

Yan Zhiming heard this, moved inside, spoke: "Master, my and Yuanqi Senior Brother's clinical ability still has a certain gap."

Qin Geluo said to Deng Yong: "Teacher Deng, Yan Zhiming's research ability is several levels better than Yuanqi; counting up, work output ratio beats both Dong Wenqiang and Xue Cao."

"With a Professional Doctorate identity, achieving this much progress is still worth encouraging."

Deng Yong nodded, stepped back a few steps, wanted to pat Yan Zhiming's shoulder, but realized his student was still on the operating table, so said: "Now inside the group, days compared to two years ago are considered comfortable. And the situation isn't that desperate either."

"Everyone work moderately, spend money where needed, rest when should rest, consider future planning, also take care of your own body."

"The era is different; the opportunities you face are also different."

Having hinted thus, Deng Yong said no more.

But Qin Geluo spoke to everyone on the platform about the imminent establishment of the Emergency Trauma Center and the need for a large amount of manpower; Yan Zhiming and the others, upon hearing this, also felt the opportunities were relatively full, and became full of motivation...

Deng Yong brought Yuan Weihong away, and when they rushed from the Main OR to the split station's operating room, they discovered the lights in the operating room had already been extinguished.

Not to mention Fang Ziye and Jie Han, even the anesthesiologist and circulating nurse responsible for the conclusion had disappeared without a trace.

"What the hell?" Upon hearing this, Deng Yong looked at Yuan Weihong.

TM's people all ran off; is this still watching loneliness?

Did Yuan Weihong bring him to the wrong place?

Yuan Weihong's heart tightened; he hurriedly dialed Fang Ziye's phone, tilting his head to explain: "Teacher Deng, it's possible the split station moved to another operating room, I'll ask..."

"Hey, Ziye, where are you?"

"Emergency Department?"

"What about your two fracture surgeries?"

"All done?" Yuan Weihong's eyeballs nearly popped out, his tone starting to curse:

"You TM three surgeries, from when I left only fifty-six minutes, you finished all of them?"

Next to Yuan Weihong, Professor Deng Yong's footsteps also trembled slightly; his whole person startled, obviously also a bit scared.

Three surgeries, this TM is surgery, not pulling three shits.

The speed is fast to the point of being outrageous.

Deng Yong stepped down and wanted to come over to see the specific situation at the first time but had no opportunity?

"Master, done. The second fracture patient, I temporarily persuaded to change to closed reduction K-wire internal fixation and plaster external fixation; after reduction and fixation, the effect is excellent. I've already taken the preoperative and postoperative X-rays."

"Also the third's films, I also have them filed; I'll send them to you right away. And on my side, there are still two fracture patients, planning to do closed reduction, so I won't chat more with you, Master; I'll report to you again in a bit."

"Professor Deng is also here." Yuan Weihong turned on speakerphone and said this to Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye then pondered for a moment, laughing without hesitation: "All are Master, all are the same..."

Deng Yong immediately spoke: "What do you mean? You still plan to ride on my head?"

"Master, then you've misunderstood; I have an emergency here..." After Fang Ziye hung up, he sent several groups of images over.

Yuan Weihong and Deng Yong both looked; Deng Yong let out a breath of relief.

Looking at Yuan Weihong, he said: "Weihong, I've always emphasized: the deeper the basic skills, once they reach a certain height, the more useful they become. Do you believe it now?"

"Basic skills determine the upper limit a person can reach; fancy operations and techniques can only determine the height one can jump within a single level, but cannot leap onto another level..."

"I'm actually a bit looking forward to the scene when surgery authorization happens." Deng Yong's thinking seemed to have suddenly become jumpy as well.

Yuan Weihong immediately turned his head to look at Deng Yong's expression, to see if the other party was being sarcastic toward him...

(Chapter End)