Chapter 382: Punishment Standing Professor! (Requesting Subscription)

"Ziye, don't talk nonsense. Professor Du is a professor of Vascular Surgery; you're an Orthopedics doctor, and making trouble in our Hand Surgery department is bad enough." Professor Ni Yaoping was the first to speak up to stop him.

Fang Ziye was a doctor in Trauma Surgery, belonging to the General Orthopedics department; although Fang Ziye's level in the field of Hand Surgery was also extremely high, making Ni Yaoping both love and hate him.

Love Fang Ziye, hate Deng Yong to death!

But the difference between Orthopedics and Anesthesiology was simply too great.

Liu Huanglong also glanced at Mi Qi several times, his small eyes and short brows knitting: "Ziye, you must not make trouble! ~"

But at this moment, Mi Qi, who only wanted to protect his hand function, began to complain: "Doctor Fang, do you know how? If you do, then you go up."

"Teacher Du, don't look at Doctor Fang as being from Trauma Surgery; his basic skills are solid to a terrifying degree. Many in our Vascular Surgery department, including me, have stood guard beside Doctor Fang."

"Doctor Fang's talent and qualification are actually quite high……"

Mi Qi's words directly poked into Liu Huanglong's heart; he slowly turned his head to look at Fang Ziye, silently thinking in his heart—

An Associate Professor of Vascular Surgery doesn't dare to go on stage? You've done this kind of thing before?

Although Mi Qi's words might have had a hint of grasping at straws, being able to say such words meant that Mi Qi had truly suffered at Fang Ziye's hands.

Mi Qi hissed in pain again, saying: "That's right, Teacher Liu, Ziye has done this more than once. So, I believe in Ziye!"

"Treating a dead horse as a living one; if it still can't be done in the end, then switch to nerve block anesthesia……"

Mi Qi also knew that Professor Du Yuanxian already had a plan in his heart; if he didn't agree with Du's idea, his own surgery couldn't proceed.

And if Du Yuanxian forcibly gave him general anesthesia, the surgery would go relatively smoothly, but there would be no immediate interaction, and the function of his own hand would just…?

Therefore, Mi Qi retreated a step first, using retreat as an advance!

"You really dare to try? This puncture technique is no joke; the local anesthesia we're administering now isn't the local anesthesia you usually use for debridement and suturing." Professor Du Yuanxian was half persuaded.

Fang Ziye took a light breath and said: "Teacher Du, I'll just try it. If it doesn't work after trying, nothing will be lost; at least it won't cause any harm to Professor Mi!"

Fang Ziye adhered to the principle of not harming, replying thus.

"Fine then, holy crap, the world has changed! ~" Professor Du Yuanxian subconsciously wanted to touch his head; because he was from Anesthesiology, he basically didn't wear sterile surgical gowns usually.

Naturally, Du Yuanxian's such thought was pulled awake by the reality of the situation; looking toward Fang Ziye's direction, his heart was surging.

To be honest, after staying in clinical practice for a long time, after staying at Zhongnan Hospital for a long time, Du Yuanxian had never seen anyone particularly bold; really someone daring to show off puncture techniques in front of him??

Anesthesiology only had one!

Vascular Surgery had some, but not a systematic one. Now a young doctor from Trauma Surgery had run out, actually wanting to show off in front of him.

If not seen with his own eyes, Du Yuanxian himself would find it hard to believe.

When did professors of Anesthesiology become so worthless?

Also, Du Yuanxian looked toward Lan Tianluo.

Such a freak, who knew where he ran out from; not only did he start calculating after entering the door, but he also didn't take it seriously, making it seem like even this professor of his wasn't taken particularly seriously.

As if everyone was of the same level.

But even if he was shocked in his heart, after Fang Ziye took his own exclusive syringe, Du Yuanxian still said calmly: "Doctor Fang, I don't know what your level is exactly, but for local anesthesia at the palm position, absolutely do not aim toward the direction where the nerves run."

"Especially the palm's……" Du Yuanxian actually began to popularize science for Fang Ziye about which nerves were in the palm, their general path, and what the distance was like.

After speaking for about half a minute, Liu Huanglong couldn't listen anymore and spoke up appropriately: "Professor Du, why don't you relax a bit; the anatomy of this palm belongs to Orthopedics, and Trauma Surgery also does bone defects of the palm……"

The implication was: if you want to say Fang Ziye has shallow seniority, that's fine, but you and him discussing Orthopedics anatomy—this is basic skill among basic skills in Trauma Surgery, and they rely on this to make a living.

More or less, it had a meaning of insulting someone.

Fang Ziye was not annoyed; after nodding frequently, he looked toward Lan Tianluo: "Tian Luo, report the data again!"

Although Fang Ziye's puncture technique had just been upgraded to level 5, Lan's data wasn't remembered particularly clearly.

"Needle entry angle… entry depth into skin… drug injection volume… injection speed…… interval time; each anesthesia lasts about four minutes. After four minutes, doctor-patient interaction can be completed." Lan Tianluo accurately spoke out the corresponding data.

Fang Ziye then inserted the needle without hesitation; this time the tendon to be sutured was one of the superficial flexor tendons of the index finger; therefore, the range of local anesthesia chosen also had to be quite suitable.

After the drug was administered, Fang Ziye breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, turned his head, and looked toward the Circulating Nurse: "Circulating Teacher, timing starts; remind me at three minutes thirty seconds, surgery end."

"Just now Doctor Lan said that after three minutes thirty seconds, the anesthetic effect of the drug will be reduced to the pain threshold."

After speaking, Fang Ziye turned his head without hesitation and looked toward the surgical field.

Then Fang Ziye discovered that Ni Yaoping and Liu Huanglong, both of them, didn't dare to easily insert the needle; instead, they handed the double ears of the needle holder to Fang Ziye.

"Ziye, why don't you suture?" Liu Huanglong's tone carried a question and even a request for instructions.

It is well known that surgery is a discipline that relies on absolute strength to make a living; after surgical techniques reach a certain level, the levels are distinct, like a pyramid.

Fang Ziye's suturing technique was professionally outrageous, reaching an unbelievable realm; whether it was Ni Yaoping or Liu Huanglong, neither dared to easily let Fang Ziye stand guard in front of Fang Ziye!

What if Fang Ziye still had a hidden hand; not only was his suturing technique awesome, but his tendon suturing technique was also fierce?

What if?

Fang Ziye actually didn't want to take over, because if he took over, he would have to clear most of his knowledge points and also upgrade the tendon suturing technique, in order to maximize the suturing effect.

And actually, the suturing techniques of Liu Huanglong and Professor Ni Yaoping were already sufficient; otherwise, the Hand Surgery department of Zhongnan Hospital wouldn't have its current level.

"You suture it, Ziye!" Even though Professor Ni Yaoping felt Fang Ziye was a pearl covered in dust in Trauma Surgery, he was also certain that Fang Ziye's current suturing technique was simply a bit of a violation!

Learning has its sequence, and the expert is the teacher.

Fang Ziye's talent was a bit outrageous, and what was outrageous wasn't just one aspect; Ni Yaoping couldn't help but not suspect anything.

After all, suturing technique is one of the basic skills of surgery; Fang Ziye's other medical skills could reach the National Treasure Doctor realm, and suturing technique could too.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye could only continue to upgrade the tendon suturing technique to level 5.

Taking the needle holder, taking over Liu Huanglong's position, on the microsurgical instrument table, he picked up the microsurgical toothed forceps and took a deep breath.

Looking at the level 5 skill on his panel.

【Debridement Technique, Puncture Technique, Hemostasis Technique, Manual Reduction Technique, Vascular Surgery Theory, Animal Basic Experiment Technique Pack, Tendon Suturing Technique, CT Reading Technique, Manual Massage】

Damn it, a proper Trauma Surgery doctor, because of various incidents, resulting in the quantity and patches of these level 5 skills being skewed to a mess!

But there was no way; these skills were basically due to Fang Ziye upgrading points in emergency situations; things happened suddenly, so there was no way.

After Du Yuanxian saw Fang Ziye sit in the suturing position, the whole person was stunned.

Fang Ziye asked Ni Yaoping and Liu Huanglong softly, "You're not suturing anymore?"

The two pointed toward Fang Ziye's direction; Ni Yaoping acted as First Assistant, watching Fang Ziye's operation through the eyepiece, while Liu Huanglong watched meticulously with his own eyes.

Striving not to miss a single detail!

Joke — the fine operations of Suturing Technique Level 5, if you don't carefully read the surgery and understand, can you see clearly?

Even wearing a microscope, you still can't see especially clearly; you still have to look at the final result!

Fang Ziye's suturing technique was still very fast; every needle entered precisely, every ligature was just right.

Fang Ziye's suturing technique wasn't flashy; looking at it there was even a kind of return-to-simplicity feeling.

However, once Fang Ziye started suturing, the two Liu Huanglong saw the trick: "Tang Method Suture?!"

Fang Ziye didn't reply, continuing seriously and slowly to suture.

Naturally, Liu Huanglong and Ni Yaoping fundamentally didn't need Fang Ziye to explain the suturing method; they certainly could confirm the suturing way, just felt very surprised — Fang Ziye, a non-Hand Surgery doctor, how could he have so many flashy fine operations in tendon repair?

There are many tendon repair methods: Kessler, Modified Kessler Suture, Tang Method Suture.

Among them, Tang Method Suture operation is the most complex; Kessler and Modified Kessler are the most commonly used. Tang Method is the most difficult, and the improvement effect on tendon repair doesn't have a qualitative difference, therefore very few people deliberately go learn it.

When being Lead Surgeon, if it's not a critical operation, the Lead Surgeon won't speak and distract.

Fang Ziye knew his operation wasn't just suturing a few tendons, but rescuing a surgeon's hand.

This surgeon, to preserve his hand function, was tortured by these people in the operating room for several hours, and it was Mi Qi himself asking for abuse!

No surgeon would be willing to give up their own hand, just like no teacher would be willing to leave the classroom.

Fang Ziye didn't reply, but it didn't affect the two Ni Yaoping's watching, reflecting.

"Cut the suture!" Liu Huanglong in a trance, too immersed, Fang Ziye tapped the surgical scissors he held with the needle holder.

"Oh oh, okay!" Liu Huanglong hurriedly nodded, then cut the suture!

Fang Ziye continued suturing...

"Three minutes thirty seconds arrived!" The circulating nurse staring at the timer reminded on time.

Fang Ziye instead stopped suturing three seconds in advance, because this tendon had already been handled completely by Fang Ziye.

As time continued to flow, Fang Ziye tapped Mi Qi's hand with the needle holder, asking: "Doctor Mi, how is it, can the index finger flex?"

Mi Qi's index finger flexed once; the flexion range was a bit excessively outrageous.

Scaring Fang Ziye into hurriedly blocking with the needle holder: "Stop stop stop!"

Scaring the opposite-door Ni Yaoping into a full-body tremble, full of shock, gaze prominently showing astonishment, heart confused — National Treasure Doctor level suturing technique, this kind of dimensionality reduction strike?

Scaring Liu Huanglong to stand up in one motion, looking askance at the ceiling, suspecting life, suspecting the genius title others gave him, suspecting the virtual fame of first person in Hand Surgery under forty years old.

Of course, Anesthesiologist Du Yuanxian wasn't idle either; he at this moment could no longer bear it, raised his tone, like an old eunuch: "Holy crap! Can you do sensory-motor separation under local anesthesia?"

(Chapter End)