Chapter 387

When Fang Ziye chased out, Xu Long had already announced the news.

"Xiankang, you go make a few calls... just say, due to my personal reasons, the private teaching class is cancelled, refund the fees to all students, reimburse travel expenses, accommodation fees and meal expenses."

"Only five calls in total..." Xu Long said while taking off his mask.

The private teaching class wouldn't have many students.

Generally, to ensure sufficient hands-on operation volume and teaching quality, the number of students in a private teaching class would be strictly controlled within single digits.

Fang Ziye chased behind Professor Xu Long, his heart faintly startled.

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, trembling faintly.

The situation developing to this point was truly beyond his expectations. Originally, according to Fang Ziye's plan, Xie Xin would build a bridge, he would come to Xiangya Hospital to demonstrate his skills, give Professor Xu Long a hand, complete a puncture, and make Luo Tingzhu, as a student, feel surprised — that would be enough.

But after coming, Fang Ziye didn't say anything stimulating either, he was rule-abiding the whole time, how did it really end up with this private teaching class being directly cancelled?

This isn't bullshitting, is it?

He specially took leave from Han City to come to Sha City, owed Qin Geluo and Xie Xin favors, yet in the end things developed into this situation.

"Xu, Teacher Xu, you... this is..." Fang Ziye didn't know what to say, could only stare straight at Xu Long who had taken off his mask.

Sword eyebrows, triangular eyes, nose bridge very straight, face covered with the mottled traces of time, yet not looking old at all, instead possessing a pressing momentum.

Xu Long's lips were very thick, earlobes very large, height medium, about 1.7 meters, build very thick, the sternocleidomastoid muscle on his neck exceptionally prominent.

Xu Long is a professor, able to qualify to run a private teaching class, so he's no ordinary professor; what he says about cancelling, it's not a joke.

Xu Long turned around, perhaps in this moment, after digesting his emotions, he said: "Doctor Fang, my original intention in running a small teaching class was to cultivate a batch of anesthesiologist seedlings capable of performing sensory-motor separation."

"Before, I always thought my own fire candidate had arrived, but only now do I know, actually there's still quite a gap, there exist relatively large knowledge blind spots... so, this matter of running a class, can only be pushed back for later."

"You... you also needn't blame yourself." Xu Long's tone was still fairly sincere, not angry, just his originally loose face skin from advanced age twitching and trembling.

"With your current level of skill, you should understand what I mean even more clearly."

Fang Ziye actually really wanted to say he didn't understand; if it weren't for Xu Long giving him guidance on how to anesthetize, what position to anesthetize, what nerve segment to find, Fang Ziye would have found it very difficult to complete.

However, after Xu Long explained how to anesthetize, Fang Ziye completing it was very easy.

Fang Ziye's anesthesia-related theory can be said to be a complete novice, not even comparable to a Master's student in Anesthesiology; theory is cognition.

Operation is hand skill; others speak out how to do it, let Fang Ziye execute, Fang Ziye's execution ability is unparalleled.

Naturally, Fang Ziye actually also understands clearly that for Xu Long to cross from Level 4 to Level 5 puncture technique this step, a certain opportunity is needed.

But Fang Ziye's purpose wasn't to come make Xu Long admit incompetence.

"Teacher Xu, many students came from afar, including me; I just missed the private teaching class registration time, so you couldn't find me when screening resumes."

"Actually, I also wanted to come learn the corresponding techniques of local anesthesia from you." Fang Ziye still wanted to try harder.

Xu Long is a professor at Xiangya Hospital, and his status is not low; he's not that easy to fool: "You're a perfectly good trauma surgeon, why would you learn local anesthesia?"

"Zhongnan Hospital is at least Hankou University Affiliated Hospital, such a huge Anesthesiology Department has no one left, needs a surgeon like you to perform surgery through local anesthesia?"

Xu Long's questions were exceptionally sharp.

Fang Ziye's answer remained, stiff as steel: "Teacher Xu, I explained before, I came for the corresponding disease types of mangled extremity."

"You should know, for disease types like mangled extremity, under conditions where muscle and soft tissue are mangled, wanting to debride and then restore function is extremely difficult..."

"Did you pass the 'staying alive' hurdle first?"

Xu Long finished speaking, then cautiously added: "I mean the limb staying alive, not the person."

The ultimate outcome of mangled extremity is amputation. Unless it's mangled extremity at special sites like head, chest, abdomen, etc., the problem of preserving life isn't big.

However, making the patient stay alive and making the patient live better, are both the greatest and most essential philosophy of medicine; there is no essential distinction of high or low, noble or base between the two.

Fang Ziye saw Xu Long's sword eyebrows rise, his heart instantly turning somewhat guilty.

Fang Ziye rarely encounters professors from other hospitals; usually when able to contact such big shots, it's mostly because Masters bring him along, with them backing him up, many professors are very amiable to him.

For example, strong as Professor Duan Hong, such a trauma surgery giant, also appreciates him greatly.

Anesthesiology professors too, because of Deng Yong's relationship, would unconsciously give Deng Yong some face, restraining their own emotions and face.

Now, Xu Long and Deng Yong have no connection whatsoever, even Xu Long doesn't know Fang Ziye has a Master called Professor Deng Yong; even if he knew, he wouldn't know who Deng Yong is, so he's not so gentle.

"Teacher Xu, this hurdle, we naturally have seen hope, and have done a few cases."

"One case alive, but hemiplegic and disabled!"

This is Huang Kai, Fang Ziye's internal cautious correspondence.

"One case although infected, but currently the infection has undergone multidisciplinary joint consultation, infection almost already controlled, avoided final amputation, but the delay caused by infection made local blood supply become weak."

"Nerves may have lost original function due to comprehensive factors of infection and nutrition."

"Third case, currently we are still weighing; she although no infection, also no hemiplegia, but sensation and motor function below the ankle joint plane, temporarily in a residual loss state."

"Under such circumstances, we actually increasingly need to know the patient's motor function recovery situation during surgery; if able, through local anesthesia, to complete sensory and motor separation..." Fang Ziye naturally remembers the few patients pressing the bed in the department.

Also remembers very clearly, the current outcomes of those two mangled extremity patients.

If wanting to strive further, can only do a good job of paving all aspects.

Liu Huanglong's nerve anastomosis and peripheral nerve treatment related attainments... and also anesthesia technical support.

Truthfully, although these reasons were thought up by Fang Ziye on the spot, these reasons have always been stuck in Fang Ziye's heart, preoccupying him.

Therefore the current Fang Ziye appears to have a kind of gaze that feels devout.

Common saying goes, a man drinks to seven parts drunk, acts so you shed tears.

Nine parts true, one part false, true and false hard to distinguish.

Xu Long hearing this, slightly pursed his lips: "It is quite something for you, a trauma surgeon, for the sake of patient functional recovery, to even have the mind to meddle in our Anesthesiology business."

"Alright then, this surgical method you speak of, I'm also very interested; you just say directly, what exactly do you need, I'll see if I can go to Zhongnan Hospital to cooperate with you..."

"Ah..." Fang Ziye blanked for a moment, voice drawn out very long.

"Ah what ah, do you think I'm not qualified enough to cooperate with you?" Xu Long's tone raised a few degrees, gaze flashing surprise.

"No, not that, Teacher Xu, I just wanted to come learn, never thought I could invite you over..." Fang Ziye's scalp faintly felt a bit numb.

"Then you can think about it now." Xu Long's tone and mood returned to calm once more; the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes deepened a few degrees, then smoothed out, as if he had comprehended a principle.

Afterward he said softly: "Shi Shuo."

"The scholars of antiquity must have teachers."

"The Shi Shuo also says: Disciples need not be inferior to their teachers, teachers need not be worthier than their disciples; the Way is heard at different times, skills have their specializations — that is all." Xu Long did not expound at length, but simply recited the key passages.

Fang Ziye: "..."

Sitting on the Z-train returning from Sha City to Han City, the time had already reached 00:49 in the early morning of the next day.

This was the nineteenth minute since Fang Ziye boarded the train.

Gazing out the car window at the endlessly receding lights and Sha City, Fang Ziye's brows knitted tightly.

To tell the truth, this trip to Sha City — Fang Ziye himself found it hard to judge whether it was right or wrong, gain or loss.

The original purpose was not achieved, yet he had secured a super heavyweight outside reinforcement for the hospital, and for his own "surgical team" at that — a soul-level figure.

Leaving everything else aside, just in terms of anesthesia technique, Professor Du Yuanxian, upon seeing Professor Xu Long, would have to obediently call out "Teacher Xu" and stand by humbly seeking instruction.

But the problem was, Fang Ziye's true intention in coming to Sha City was not to invite an anesthesiology professor.

He had come to curry favor with his girlfriend; why is dating so hard, why is spending a May Day holiday so fraught...

Fang Ziye had sent messages to Luo Tingzhu; this stubborn girl was still saying she was very happy in Sha City, that she was at "home" now, and at eleven-thirty, to make Fang Ziye believe her, she even sent a photo of the family inn...

Now it was good — he owed a buttload of favors, might even antagonize the hospital's anesthesiology department. Girlfriend, girlfriend — not a glimpse.

"Sigh... let's just count it as me winning benefits for mangled extremity patients. Though it was the opposite of what I intended, in the end different roads lead to the same destination." Fang Ziye could only comfort himself so.

Four o'clock, forty-three minutes — Fang Ziye arrived on time at Chang District Railway Station in Han City.

After leaving the station, he hailed a taxi, and at 5:31 in the early morning, arrived at the Inpatient General Office of Zhongnan Hospital's Trauma Surgery.

Not seeing Qin Geluo resting in the office, he asked the on-duty nurse; amid her puzzled expression, he hurried down to the operating room... the Emergency Operating Room, to search, and then discovered Qin Geluo in the Emergency Department's operating room, performing closed reduction on a patient.

And it seemed this closed reduction had now proceeded to an uncontrollable stage.

"Doctor, do you know what you're doing or not? If not, call your superior... you're young, I don't blame you if you can't reduce it, but if you don't know how and still insist on forcing it, and won't even call a teacher, I can't keep being your practice material."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye pushed the door open and entered.

He tore open the examination gloves in his right pocket and said opportunely: "Teacher Qin, I'm here. Without an assistant, it's very hard for you to complete this alone, isn't it."

The moment he saw Fang Ziye, Qin Geluo was instantly as if divinely aided.

His confidence surged; looking at the middle-aged woman who had spoken, he said: "Who says I don't know how? I just said, one person can't reduce it well, can't reduce it well, you insisted it could be reduced easily, made me try analgesics."

"Watch, now that my assistant is here..." Qin Geluo boasted big while blowing air; the breath passed through his mask to his forehead, blowing away the cold sweat covering his forehead.

"..."

Several minutes later.

Qin Geluo also sensibly pondered and said: "Ziye, hard work, your force was very much in place."

The auntie, already casted and with pain relieved, asked: "Doctor, does that mean I don't need surgery?"

"Zhongnan Hospital is still Zhongnan Hospital; the hospital I went to before said surgery was the only way to cure it, I'll go find him again! ~"

"Eh! ~" Qin Geluo's tone stalled.

But the auntie had already waited for Fang Ziye and Qin Geluo to re-examine the films, confirm the reduction effect, and walked away.

The middle-aged auntie — actually not quite middle-aged, but under sixty all counts as middle-aged.

The two couldn't chase after her; patients come to Zhongnan Hospital for treatment, doctors can only provide technical support; as for whether patients go boast or go find trouble for others after treatment, Fang Ziye and Qin Geluo have no control.

As long as they don't themselves lure people into finding trouble for others, they've done their duty with a clear conscience.

Qin Geluo then looked at Fang Ziye: "Didn't you just ask for leave?"

"Ask for leave for such a short time? At this time?"

Qin Geluo raised his left hand to check his watch: "The time isn't short either..."

Fang Ziye immediately understood Qin Geluo was hinting he'd taken leave to "hook up."

Fang Ziye hurriedly said: "Brother Luo, I really went to Sha City."

"And I also saw the teacher there, and I even got someone to bring me before Anesthesiology's Teacher Xu."

Qin Geluo by now had realized his technique couldn't match Fang Ziye's, and had long since broken through the embarrassment and awkwardness barrier; he could only seek some practical benefit with his mouth: "So? After meeting you went to a hotel."

"Went to a hotel then came back." Qin Geluo's face was full of teasing, like a veteran looking at a rookie, slightly lecherous, not a shred of superior or big brother demeanor.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Teacher Xu came back with me too."

Qin Geluo stalled.

"The private tutoring class is gone, cancelled."

"Ah! ~" Qin Geluo's neck stretched forward, eyes bulged; the naked eye could see his mouth wide open under the mask.

In his shock, involuntarily, his throat emitted a short monosyllable beyond his control.

"Teacher Xu is also coming to our Anesthesiology Department to serve as Professor Liu Huanglong's matching anesthesiologist."

"Brother Luo, what should I do now?"

"Provoked such a trouble; later I don't know how to explain to the Anesthesiology side, even to my Master and them, I don't know how to explain." Fang Ziye said.

Hearing this, Qin Geluo shuddered all over.

Thinking of the scene then, Qin Geluo got goosebumps all over; all the shock on his face retracted, he cast Fang Ziye a pitiful look, shook his head like a rattle: "I don't know, you clean up your own mess..."

"You this..." Qin Geluo didn't finish speaking and left.

But after walking several steps, Qin Geluo seemed to remember something, turned back, draped his arm around Fang Ziye's neck, gloated: "Tell Big Brother, how did you seduce such an old man?"

(Chapter End)