Chapter 388

"Brother Luo, you go back first. I'll take the junior brothers on ward rounds later."

"Thanks for the hard work, Brother Luo." Fang Ziye did not give a particularly direct answer to Qin Geluo's question.

"Fine then. You've led rounds plenty of times anyway. I'm going back to catch a nap." Qin Geluo stretched lazily, yawning as he left.

During the May Day holiday, which is equivalent to weekends, only an Attending or Chief Resident needs to lead the Resident Physicians on rounds to complete routine medical order adjustments.

Fang Ziye is now a Chief Resident, so naturally he is no longer like before when he was led on rounds; he can also independently lead the department's bed-management doctors on rounds, then take charge of correcting and perfecting patients' medical orders, refining preoperative and postoperative checks, and other corresponding matters.

After Qin Geluo left, Fang Ziye headed toward the Trauma Surgery wards.

Pondering all the way, Fang Ziye pushed open the cramped, narrow Chief Resident office door, flipped on the incandescent lamp switch in passing, hung his white coat on the work uniform rack, and then lay diagonally on the bed.

After thinking it over more carefully, Fang Ziye just shook his head slightly and murmured in a low voice, "I'll report tomorrow. No matter how impatient Teacher Xu is, he couldn't possibly come to Han City during the May Day mini-holiday."

"The timing right now is also awkward. It's not especially urgent, so let's still not disturb the two Masters' rest."

Fang Ziye squinted and slept a full three-plus hours, until exactly nine o'clock, when he was startled awake by knocking and a voice outside the door: "Senior Brother, are you in? Today is our group led by you on rounds, or should I call Brother Luo?"

The voice came from Fellow Trainee Jie Han. Jie Han is a Professional Master's Student with bed-management duties.

And at the bed-management doctor level, Jie Han is currently a Master's Third Year, counting as a Resident Physician of relatively high 'seniority'; therefore, every weekend and holiday he would symbolically knock and ask once.

If Fang Ziye didn't reply, it meant he'd gone to run the Emergency Department; Jie Han would then call Qin Geluo to come back and lead rounds.

"Come in, Little Jie." Fang Ziye's tone was slightly sleep-fogged.

Propping himself up with his right hand, he rose, yawning repeatedly.

Fragmented sleep, even if the duration equals continuous sleep, still causes energy loss because it fails to enter deep sleep.

But at least it can replenish a bit of physical strength.

Jie Han immediately twisted the door open and entered: "Senior Brother, you really came back?"

"Before I slept, I saw Brother Luo send me a message saying you'd taken leave, and he'd lead rounds tomorrow. I knew for sure you'd gone off traveling with Senior Sister."

"But after waking up, Brother Luo sent another message saying you'd come back again. Is it that you and Senior Sister... had some conflict..."

The matter of Fang Ziye going to Sha City was known only to Deng Yong, Yuan Weihong, and Qin Geluo who covered for Fang Ziye.

Jie Han naturally didn't know where Fang Ziye had gone; he only thought Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu had gone traveling.

Fang Ziye's right hand directly clamped onto Jie Han's shoulder, forming a tiger-claw grip with force.

Jie Han instantly went "Ow... ow ow ow..."

Fang Ziye then said sternly, "Brother, we're brothers. Your behavior right now, if placed in ancient times, would count as disobedience."

This Jie Han looks skinny and frail; didn't expect his resolve to be quite firm — he still hasn't given up his designs even now.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, you misunderstand. I'm concerned about you and Senior Sister Luo. Not the meaning you understand." Jie Han raised both hands in a plea-for-mercy gesture.

After Fang Ziye let go, Jie Han shook his right shoulder, his right hand rotating rapidly: "Besides, Senior Brother, a graceful..."

Jie Han was about to talk back a couple lines, but seeing Fang Ziye move to strike again, he hurriedly returned to the topic: "Senior Brother, in the department, the two postoperative mangled extremity patients — are you planning to operate on them after the May Day holiday?"

"That high school girl asks every day, her eyes full of anticipation. Every time she asks me, I feel a bit unable to bear it..."

Fang Ziye nodded at the words: "Should be post-holiday surgery!"

"The informed consent signatures for those two beds — you handle them personally. You usually have plenty of questions; ask yourself a few more. Cover the corresponding risks from every angle, especially lower the patient's recovery expectations — no overpromising."

Fang Ziye himself had no bottom in his heart either; this kind of second-stage functional reconstruction after mangled extremity injury has no precedent.

Everything is unknown, no reference, all relying on innovation — reconstructing corresponding functions based on anatomy.

But what it can be reconstructed into is truly an unknown quantity.

Speaking of professional matters, Jie Han nodded seriously, the mole at the corner of his right eye flashing seriously twice — long gone was the silly-cute look of old: "Senior Brother, rest assured on professional issues."

"Unprofessional issues, you also have to let me rest assured."

"Jie Han, I'm telling you seriously: Tingzhu is my girlfriend now. If you keep harboring improper intentions, it'll seriously affect our friendship." Fang Ziye said sternly.

Although they say, a graceful lady, a gentleman's ideal match.

But there has to be a limit.

Jie Han reached his chopsticks toward the bowl — even between brothers, there's no room for negotiation.

If Jie Han were anyone else, Fang Ziye could just privately summon him for a talk and ask what his thoughts were, but he happens to be Fang Ziye's own Fellow Trainee.

Speaking of Jie Han, his attitude toward this Senior Brother of his is completely beyond reproach.

Jie Han then laughed: "Senior Brother, this time you really misunderstood. I really only care, no other meaning at all."

"Tian Luo's mouth really is a secret harvester. He didn't tell you? Let me tell you — I've met a girl from Internal Medicine..."

"Her looks don't match Senior Sister, but she's really cute..."

Fang Ziye immediately said: "When are we eating a meal together?"

"Senior Brother, we're only at the first stroke of 'eight' — don't scare her off."

"Right now, finding a relatively high-quality girlfriend is still quite difficult." Jie Han shook his head like a rattle, not listening to Fang Ziye's coaxing at all.

"Is everyone in the group assembled?" Fang Ziye glanced at the time on his phone and asked.

Jie Han said: "All assembled, Senior Brother."

"Senior Brother, I think you can go buy a watch. You're this well-off now, always pulling out your phone to check the time — how embarrassing." Jie Han suggested.

Fang Ziye now counts as a Superior in large or small measure.

"Afraid of what? I've looked this way for so many years."

"I know my own family background perfectly well. Enough of that — let's go on rounds. You go to the office first, gather everyone. I'll splash some water on my face and come..." Fang Ziye then walked toward the sink.

Half an hour later.

"Doctor Brother, after May Day, can I have surgery?" The little girl who nearly faced amputation — in her fatigued eyes brimmed light.

Actually she can already walk with crutches, because walking requires quadriceps strength; she only lacks sensation and motor function below the ankle joint, not walking function itself.

But her stiff foot makes it hard for her to move freely; even whether her right foot touches the ground has to be judged by the feeling of her thigh being unable to press down further.

The little girl has gotten even thinner!

"Yes, Yan Chu. Professor Liu and I planned to do your functional reconstruction surgery after Labor Day, but the exact day hasn't been finalized yet."

"The surgery needs to be done carefully; we still have to discuss it very cautiously." Fang Ziye stood at the very front of a crowd of little white coats, hands behind his back.

Yan Chu is the girl's name.

"I explained this to you personally before, too. A surgery like this has no precedent; to a certain extent it's original."

"But originality doesn't mean that just because it's original, it's the best, or that it can satisfy everyone."

"But you have to believe that Professor Liu, Professor Deng, and I will all do our utmost to strive to restore more function for you."

"But we also have to agree: we're not children anymore. Even if some things don't meet our expectations, we can feel disappointed, but we cannot collapse or lose emotional control or other extreme situations, okay?"

"No matter when, you are the most beautiful version of yourself." Fang Ziye spoke to persuade.

The girl called Yan Chu shook her head but didn't speak; tears welled in her somewhat haggard eyes.

This little girl, like the girl next door, pinned all her hopes on her gaze toward him, making Fang Ziye feel heavy pressure in body and mind.

In this instant, Fang Ziye seemed to generate extreme empathy, finally understanding why the classmates in the Bone Tumor specialty need to do proper psychological self-guidance every so often...

Yan Chu is at least in her teens; many staying in the Bone Tumor Department are small children, even younger than Yan Chu.

Yan Chu only has one injured foot, at best; the little angels there might return to "Baby Planet" in the middle of treatment...

"Let's go, check the next bed." Fang Ziye also imitated his superiors' manner, decisively and ruthlessly leading the group away, severing the little girl's surely yearned-for affirmation.

Clinical doctors, much of the time, are merely application tools of modern medicine's broad-spectrum cognitive theory; they are not gods, and cannot make it so that every patient recovers fully after treatment.

Some traumas, once they occur, are eternal, irreversible!

The next bed is that middle-aged mangled extremity patient in the next room.

Compared to the little girl, the middle-aged man is much more mature; now seeing the infection signs improving more and more, not needing amputation already feels like a blessing in disguise.

"Doctor Fang, you're here again..." As he spoke, he shifted his buttocks, as if making more space for Fang Ziye to operate freely.

"Mm, how have you been feeling lately? No more redness and swelling, right?" Fang Ziye asked.

His bed-management doctor — that is, Master's first-year Liu Haihua — hurried over to open the patient's gauze, then looked up: "Senior Brother, the gauze is clean as new. Infection is already controlled; it's just that motor function and sensory function are still lacking."

"Doctor Fang, infection was controlled long ago; now we're just waiting for you to operate on me. My demands aren't high; as long as it's better than now, I'll be perfectly satisfied."

"As long as I don't burden the children, I'll sit and do handicrafts to earn money from now on; that's fine too..."

Unlike the little girl's hope of returning to the dance troupe, the middle-aged man considers more whether he can move freely in the future, whether he'll become a burden to his children.

"That demand of yours isn't low at all."

Fang Ziye smiled: "Wait a bit more; later..."

After one round of ward rounds, having the junior trainees each go carry out medical orders or change dressings, Fang Ziye's head started buzzing with pain.

At this moment, Fang Ziye suddenly envied those junior trainees of his.

Little Master's students, bed-management doctors, resident physicians — they don't have to consider anything, carefree; every day they just need to do their own bed-management tasks well, then they can go to the training room.

They don't need to consider whether a patient's infection can be cured; don't need to consider what kind of surgical approach can improve the patient's current condition; don't need to rack their brains designing surgical plans; don't need to challenge ignorance...

Yet the current Fang Ziye isn't far from a junior physician; Fang Ziye remembers especially clearly that back then he also envied his superiors.

No bed management, no writing medical records, no dressing changes, no writing orders — just do the surgeries on the two surgery days each week and that was it...

Yet the current Fang Ziye finally understood — this "that was it"... just how damn hard it is.

Similarly, this was also the first time Fang Ziye felt the pressure Deng Yong bears day to day.

Zhongnan Hospital's clinical system is professor-responsible system.

Meaning the professor is responsible for all treatment tasks of a group, bearing most of the responsibility during treatment.

And besides that, he must also guarantee the meals of all junior brothers in a treatment group, and the teaching of all students.

If he's also the Ward Director, then he must also consider the ward's development issues.

Master Deng Yong, he has it hard too...

Of course, Deng Yong also has things that aren't hard; he doesn't need to keep expanding his own operation like Yuan Weihong — he's already completed the early accumulation; now he has a whole bunch of students, and a whole bunch of people following him doing the work.

Just as Fang Ziye felt that professional titles are one nested "besieged city" trap after another, the emergency phone rang.

Instantly, Fang Ziye felt like he'd been granted amnesty.

Compared to considering lots of things, a big head, and falling into a cycle of loss-type problems, Fang Ziye prefers doing practical things — for example, getting one or two cases to do something, which feels more relaxed.

Because if the case is simple, you just need to operate, do surgery, repeat; no need to consider the unknown, no need to be apprehensive about the future; just ensure your own operation is done well, evaluate the surgical quality well, and the patient's treatment outcome can be satisfied.

So from that noon on, Fang Ziye personally went to the Emergency Surgery outpatient clinic, letting Li Hui, the Big Brother on duty, open the gates for Trauma Surgery emergency cases.

All fractures accepted, even small fracture patients — just giving himself something to do; anyway, these patients would go to small hospitals if he didn't handle them...

Of course, that day Xiong Jinhuan also followed Fang Ziye running for a full half day, until 12:40 AM, before she tiredly, limply, and pleasantly sat lying in the doctors' rest room.

Fang Ziye sat lying opposite, asking: "Jinhuan, how is it? Can you still hold on?"

Xiong Jinhuan's emergency shift with Fang Ziye was the first ten days — the 1st to the 10th.

Hearing this, Xiong Jinhuan straightened her body, sitting up straight: "I can hold on, Industry Brother."

"Want coffee?"

The originally slightly plump Xiong Jinhuan has now lost a circle of weight, but her honest simplicity remains.

"Can a man say no?" Fang Ziye tilted his neck.

Then asked with some surprise: "Jinhuan, it's only been twenty days since we met, and your closed reduction technique has improved a lot."

Xiong Jinhuan secretly smiled: "I specially consulted my Master; before, Industry Brother you also taught some things, so the progress isn't small."

"However, I've also listed many things I don't understand, planning to ask Industry Brother you bit by bit this month."

"Industry Brother, pass a message to Junior Sister for me: say thank you for letting me off easy! ~" Xiong Jinhuan's whole face looked harmless, her gratitude pure.

Luo Tingzhu and Fang Ziye originally graduated the same year; after Fang Ziye graduated early, he entered into competition with Xiong Jinhuan.

Now Luo Tingzhu has transferred to another specialty; the happiest is none other than Xiong Jinhuan. Although Xiong Jinhuan doesn't publicize it normally, anyone with eyes knows that Li Yuanpei, who is in the same cohort as Xiong Jinhuan, might be lacking in many aspects compared to Xiong Jinhuan.

Xiong Jinhuan's current teacher is the Ward Director; as long as Xiong Jinhuan's capability passes muster, the chance of hospital retention is infinite!

"You flatter me, Jinhuan; there's never been any talk of anyone letting anyone off."

"Professor Han is cultivating you by the standards of our hospital's physicians — keep it up! ~" Fang Ziye threw a flirtatious glance at Xiong Jinhuan.

When Xiong Jinhuan can hold his own, that might be when I can escape this sea of suffering as Chief Resident.

But it might still take at least a year.

Xiong Jinhuan handed over his mobile phone: "Industry Brother, still need you to put in a good word."

"The difficulty of breaking into the Training Room isn't small; Industry Brother, you occasionally, give your brother some guidance." Xiong Jinhuan threw even more flirtatious glances at Fang Ziye, looking not so honest anymore.

"Whatever."

Fang Ziye mischievously added 99 to a coffee and handed it to Xiong Jinhuan.

"Holy crap, Industry Brother, isn't this a bit too casual……" Xiong Jinhuan's eyeballs nearly popped out.

The two's laughter tore through the night sky, waking the on-duty fellow trainee.

He jerked his head out to see which two idiots were keeping him awake in the middle of the night; fiercely sticking his head out and recognizing the two sitting there, he swallowed the word 'idiot' and pretended he hadn't woken up.

……

Next day.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Luo Tingzhu returned to the Department and began fulfilling her Follow-up Resident duties.

Perhaps because her mood was poor, her control over the medical record writing and organization by the Master's Students and Resident Physicians was exceptionally strict, making many in the group suffer bitterly.

Finally, Jie Han couldn't take it anymore, sneaked out of the Doctor's Office, and came to Fang Ziye to "tattle": "Senior Brother, come take charge quick; if you don't show up, we might be tortured to death by Senior Sister Luo."

Jie Han had found the "right" person; Fang Ziye, who had barely managed to rest a bit in the Inpatient General Office, lifted his eyelids: "Your Tingzhu Senior Sister's meaning is my meaning; her standard is my standard."

Jie Han wanted to hug the doorframe and ram it on the spot; he tiptoed slightly and said: "Senior Brother, if you don't come, I'm going to ask Senior Sister questions……"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye jerked upright.

"I'll go take a look right away……"

Fang Ziye ultimately still dotes on his wife.

If Jie Han really started outputting questions, even Yuan Weihong would collapse.

The consequence is that now Yuan Weihong doesn't dare let Jie Han go to Outpatient Teaching, preferring to take Lan Tianluo to Outpatient instead.

……

Ten twenty.

Fang Ziye led away the Department's "Medical Record She-Devil," letting Jie Han and the others heave a huge sigh of relief.

"Why a bit irritable in mood?" Fang Ziye asked.

Luo Tingzhu originally wore a stern face, slightly serious, but seeing Fang Ziye, the iceberg melted; she sighed, faking it convincingly: "Went to Sha City, the experience wasn't great."

"Came back and looking at these medical records they're hard to stomach; lots of low-level errors, can't tolerate them."

Fang Ziye thought to himself, 'Sister' ah, you're a genius girl once valued by multiple Internal Medicine bigwigs; your medical record quality and standard are absolutely ceiling-level for Surgery, and you're using that standard to measure Orthopedics records?

This is reversing the food chain——

Case Record Room people drive Internal Medicine people crazy; Case Record Room people get driven crazy by Surgeons.

"Not errors of principle, let pass what can pass."

"We're Surgeons after all; many fellow trainees still need to grind Basic Skills in the Training Room." Fang Ziye didn't expose Luo Tingzhu's lie either.

Luo Tingzhu's expression showed a hint of struggle, then vanished in a flash: "Senior Brother, in a few days, Yan Chu and that middle-aged uncle, they can do surgery, right?"

"Should be like that."

"Tingzhu you're wrong there; that middle-aged uncle's name is Yao Longshan!"

"You only remember the cute little girl Yan Chu, can't remember Uncle Yao's name — that's a bit unbalanced." Fang Ziye pointed out.

As a physician, pitying vulnerable groups is a quality.

But ignoring some people because you pity vulnerable groups — that's unquality.

Luo Tingzhu's face reddened slightly; she nodded, admitting the fact Fang Ziye had poked through: "This time was my mistake; I'll definitely correct it from now on."

"This trip to Sha City, didn't get along well with Auntie?" Fang Ziye only then returned to the previous topic.

"Mm, yes; not only that, I originally planned to attend a private coaching class; my thought was……" Luo Tingzhu perhaps felt the surprise was gone, so she simply spilled the truth.

After explaining, Luo Tingzhu said with a smile: "I feel I need to properly thank Senior Sister Huang."

"If not for her reminder, I still wouldn't know how to avoid you, Senior Brother!"

"After all, the Hospital has a rule: in principle, couples and father-son pairs don't work in the same Ward, precisely to avoid……"

Luo Tingzhu perhaps got high on 'self-exposure,' so she self-revealed even more.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye's gaze instantly turned solemn, tone stern: "Before, you wanted to go to Internal Medicine — was that the main reason? Who told you."

Many hospitals and units have this kind of rule.

It's just that Fang Ziye had never considered this angle.

The first thought flashing through Fang Ziye's mind was Yuan Weihong.

Luo Tingzhu shook her head: "No no no, Senior Brother, it wasn't some other teacher who told me; it was Lan Tianluo."

"This was originally an established fact."

"And, what I like more is Internal Medicine."

"Of course, now I feel Anesthesiology is pretty good too……"

"Anesthesiology doctors, once off duty they can move freely; no beds, no Outpatient; if they can clock out on time every day, that's too good — much freer than Internal Medicine……" Luo Tingzhu's smile was knowing.

"And, Trauma Surgery's current work is actually a bit tiring."

Fang Ziye listened, pondered a while, simply analyzed the truth and falsehood in Luo Tingzhu's words, and tentatively said: "I seem to have heard that Xu Long, the teacher you want to sign up with, is coming to our Zhongnan Hospital's Anesthesiology Department in a few days."

"You can consult him privately then."

"Ah?" Luo Tingzhu completely couldn't help but freeze up, her brain thoroughly crashing...

The teacher she had painstakingly signed up for a private class with cancelled the class, which made Luo Tingzhu a bit disappointed, but now? There's a possibility she could 'free ride' quality course services without spending money?

This before-and-after gap could kill someone from the fall.

However, Luo Tingzhu soon thought of the key point: "I haven't heard that any teacher in our Anesthesiology Department has a good relationship with Professor Xu Long from Xiangya Hospital?"

"My going to Professor Xu Long was still thanks to Senior Sister Xie Xin making the connection. How would Professor Xu Long, perfectly fine, come to our hospital?" Luo Tingzhu very cunningly grew suspicious, her eyeballs rolling rapidly, as if wanting to smash all the world's problems to pieces...

Of course, no matter how smart Luo Tingzhu was, she didn't dare link Xu Long and Fang Ziye together.

This is fundamentally a matter of eight pole lengths apart.

"This, I also don't know."

"You mind who he came because of? As long as you have a chance to audit a class for free then."

"Eh, right, Tingzhu, you looking for Professor Xu Long, is it to learn anesthesia, or to learn puncture technique?" Fang Ziye asked.

Since Luo Tingzhu had completely confirmed her own direction, Fang Ziye could vigorously help cheer her on.

Puncture technique, Fang Ziye is especially familiar with it.

"Naturally both, some techniques in Anesthesiology are very testing of technique."

"If nerve block anesthesia is done well, heart failure patients can all have surgery."

"If spinal anesthesia is done well, respiratory failure patients can also have surgery, can reverse surgical indications to a certain extent, impressive right..." Luo Tingzhu asked.

Anesthesiology doctors actually need a certain extent of Internal Medicine foundation, and it must be a full Internal Medicine foundation, to be able to save a patient's life at critical moments.

"Impressive! ~" Fang Ziye gave Luo Tingzhu a thumbs up.

After parting with Luo Tingzhu, Fang Ziye finally found free time to report this matter to his Master Deng Yong.

Deng Yong, at first listen, felt his scalp go numb.

"This matter of yours... how did it still get entangled with Anesthesiology?" Deng Yong wanted to speak but stopped.

"Master, I didn't think it would be like this, my true intention is." Fang Ziye wanted to explain when.

Deng Yong interrupted again: "No need for true intention, true intention isn't important, the current situation is most important."

"Actually from a certain angle, if Professor Xu Long is willing to come to our Zhongnan Hospital as a visiting professor, it's also a good thing, this way we can more smoothly advance the mangled extremity postoperative phase two functional reconstruction surgery we're conducting next month."

"Better anesthesiology doctors are absolutely the ideal partners for surgeons."

"This matter you just ignore for now, I'll go tell Anesthesiology Director Ceng Quanming, just say this Xu Long was contacted by me, I'll give him the inside scoop, no big problem." Deng Yong is worthy of being Deng Yong, instantly shouldering the black pot.

"Master, then do I still need to tell Teacher Yuan about this?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Tell him, you also need to call Liu Huanglong and report the current situation."

"Before surgery starts, our group had better hold a group internal discussion meeting, although most surgical approaches we've already deduced multiple times."

"But I still feel, if there's a chance, we can first carry out a few times on animals..."

"Right, just carry out a few times first. You don't participate, I'll ask Liu Huanglong then."

Fang Ziye nodded agreement first, then immediately asked: "Master, then Professor Liu coming to our hospital, is he entering Trauma Surgery first, or directly into Emergency Department?"

"Actually going to Emergency Department is also pretty good, Professor Xie is in Emergency Department, the Trauma Center team is all ready-made."

Deng Yong replied: "Emergency Department's Trauma Center, not urgent for now."

"Liu Huanglong first rotate in our Trauma Surgery to familiarize for a while, after all the situation here differs slightly from Union Hospital."

"Rashly letting Liu Huanglong represent Trauma Surgery to expand territory is still too reckless."

Deng Yong finished explaining, then his tone shifted: "Ziye, when did you start paying attention to these things?"

"I remember you before, more just focused on cases, focused on emergency, focused on your own one mu three Minute of land?"

Fang Ziye heard this, pondered a moment, then sat on the bed somewhat disappointedly.

"Master, truthfully, I now feel pressure is a bit big, I feel my steps might still be too big."

"This kind of pressure to support a small team, really is huge."

"No no no, I fundamentally don't have the capability to support a small team, at most I can only support a prefecture-level city hospital small team, guarantee this team won't starve."

Not in its position, don't plan its politics!

Without reaching Deng Yong's position to experience it, Fang Ziye couldn't understand this thoroughly.

Chief Physician, actually is a bit like a "role", whether you can let the brothers in the group rely on you to eat their fill, that really needs hard skill.

Without hard skill, your group's salary is low. Salary low can't survive, subordinates might run.

And patient source, needs to be admitted through Outpatient Clinic.

Capability not up to par, reputation collapses fast, where would patients still dare come see you?

Prefecture-level city hospital, only need to support one fracture category to eat, Fang Ziye has absolute confidence.

But at Zhongnan Hospital, even though he now has this many Level 5 skills, still feels not quite enough.

Not saying small operation proficiency is bad, but high-end operations contacted are still too few.

"Having pressure is good, pressure is motivation for progress."

"Work hard Ziye."

"No matter what, this day will always come."

"First workday after May Day, is the first day we conduct functional reconstruction surgery! ~"

"Could also be the first day we hit a brick wall."

"But could also be the first day we create a miracle, if we can pull off this kind of functional reconstruction."

"Then..." Deng Yong finished, felt maybe the cake he drew was still too big.

"We do it first, strive for the first phase clinical project goal, which is to let the patient's already inactivated function come alive again!"

"Same as mangled extremity surgery, the first step of functional reconstruction, is function coming alive."

"Once we achieve it, we'll have built the World's Peak ourselves!"

A few days' time passed in a flash...

(Chapter End)