Chapter 389

"Ziye, wake up, today's surgery time span is a bit large." May 6th, 7 AM, Master Yuan Weihong had already stepped into the ward, and after pushing open the door to the Inpatient General Office he began rubbing his nascent Mediterranean hairline!

Yuan Weihong's hairline was several degrees higher than two years ago.

Fang Ziye wasn't asleep; he was sitting on the single bed, the index fingers of both hands pressing tissues against his eye sockets, rubbing. He rubbed out two clumps of eye gunk.

"Master, I'm fine, I slept for three hours."

"Why did you come so early?" Fang Ziye sat up straight, took his own folded coat from the chair onto the bed, and moved the chair over for Yuan Weihong.

The weather in May was hot and cold by turns; a coat needed to be kept on hand during on-duty shifts.

"I told you long ago to let Qin Geluo cover you for two days, but you insisted on toughing it out. Today's surgery absolutely cannot be negligent; this is our team's first time cooperating on this kind of procedure."

"For this, Professor Liu Huanglong did not hesitate to lower his status, joining our group in the capacity of a professor, and Teacher Deng even specially invited Professor Xu Long, a giant of the Anesthesiology Department, from Xiangya Hospital for the sake of making anesthesia convenient for you during the operation..."

"If the surgery springs a leak, how will you answer to Professor Deng Yong's arrangements?" After sitting down, Yuan Weihong took out his phone, opened WeChat, and sent a message: "Send two boxes of hot dry noodles to Trauma Surgery, make it fast, don't let them clump."

Fang Ziye was at the hand washing station scrubbing his face with facial cleanser; turning around with white foam, he said: "Master, I never told you, Professor Xu Long coming here is actually...?"

Fang Ziye's brain was a bit chaotic, mainly because there were too many things to handle in the past few days.

Emergency and emergency consultations need not be mentioned; with the arrival of a new month in May, a new round of bed management doctor arrangements, resident physicians' on-duty tasks, first-year master's students going to take the licensed physician exam and requesting leave.

Third-year master's students starting to graduate, people like Shu Lang, also took "long leave" this month; if nothing unexpected happens, for a very, very long time afterward they will be like Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing, like Big Brother Gu Yi, leaving Zhongnan Hospital.

There are also new interns to arrange.

The above are purely just teaching tasks.

During his time as Chief Resident, Fang Ziye also had to oversee the filing of all medical records, especially during major and minor holidays, needing to pay extra attention to the filing time; if filing overtime, not only would there be a communicated criticism, but the department's performance pay would also be deducted.

Furthermore, Fang Ziye occasionally still had to step forward during holidays to appease emergency inpatients who couldn't get surgery; such patients could only be suppressed by a superior showing up; ordinary small physicians couldn't suppress them at all.

After Yuan Weihong finished ordering, he shook his upper arms left and right and laughed: "Ziye, you've said it before, but didn't Professor Deng say to just push this matter to him?"

"Even for a rehearsal, we have to solidify this matter. Having Professor Deng come forward to communicate with Director Ceng of Anesthesiology will be much more convenient."

"You should know, Director Ceng has greeted us several times already, saying if there are new clinical projects, we must greet him; you rashly invited a fierce tiger to span across."

"It rather carries the meaning of looking down on the Anesthesiology Department." Yuan Weihong's fake acting was genuinely real.

Only then did Fang Ziye set his mind at ease and continue scrubbing his face: "Beep beep beep beep, beep beep beep" the sound rang incessantly.

After rinsing again, Fang Ziye used a face towel to wipe the water stains off his face: "Master, you didn't apply for a General Program this year? Is there some restriction or...?"

"Hmm... I'm currently a Deputy Chief Physician; in principle I can only have two projects, I can only wait until one project completes before applying for a General Program again."

"What's wrong? You've only been quiet for a year and you're thinking of harming my money again?" Yuan Weihong's gaze was filled with caution.

Joking; even Professor Deng Yong can't feed Fang Ziye enough; last year he didn't even want face, nearly wore out his shoe soles, and still couldn't feed him enough.

If given enough project funds, Fang Ziye could spend ten million for you.

"Ziye, you don't need to learn from my younger days anymore." Yuan Weihong's voice was filled with doting.

With Fang Ziye's current growth trajectory, professionally Yuan Weihong could already hardly offer any guidance, unable to fulfill his duty as a master.

The only thing he could provide for Fang Ziye was to strive to get some project funds and then feed them to Fang Ziye.

In the research field, having money is "Dad".

Yuan Weihong still wanted to be a master.

"No, Master, what I mean is, our project follow-up, is there still a chance of it being taken by someone else..." Fang Ziye sat on the bed diagonally opposite Yuan Weihong, looking at him with clear eyes.

Yuan Weihong looked a bit younger than two years ago, yet also seemed a bit older.

Yuan Weihong's Outstanding Youth Fund project was the "Osteosarcoma + hk2" follow-up; the reason he could get this major project was mainly because Fang Ziye produced the experiment showing normal survival after hk2 silencing in animal experiments, and had published results.

And the reason he could get the Outstanding Youth project was because Fang Ziye, as first author, passively gave Yuan Weihong a few more high-score papers.

Yuan Weihong's mood instantly became transparent: "The Outstanding Youth project is no joke; the project proposal also needs plagiarism check, the review strictness is not at all simpler than publishing papers."

"Currently, general teams basically have no one daring to bypass me to do the hk2 project; even if they applied and got it, they might not be able to complete it, instead inviting a stink all over themselves; who would be so tactless..."

"Project completion cannot borrow research results from other teams."

Yuan Weihong's words, between the lines, revealed threads of academic clique flavor.

Immediately after, Yuan Weihong asked again: "Ziye, have you thought about what project direction you want to apply for next year?"

"Current you should be feeling stretched thin, right? Knowing the necessity of a team, right?"

Fang Ziye nodded, then nodded again, kept nodding, sighed: "Sometimes I hate that I can't split myself into eight pieces; there are so many things that can be done: clinical projects, basic research, animal experiments..."

"It's just that time and energy are truly insufficient."

Right now, if Fang Ziye wants to rush to the laboratory, basic research and animal trials related, he can rush and fly fiercely.

But work has priorities and urgencies.

Fang Ziye is, after all, going to be a doctor; clinical work is the top priority.

It's not that research is bad, but research must ultimately serve clinical practice.

"Mm, so, you have to start learning to establish your own household; later recruit some students to help you. Only then can you put down some things and turn to more important directions."

"Otherwise, if every direction requires you to personally be on the front line grasping it firsthand, like you were last year, you really will work yourself to death."

"As far as I currently know, the micro-projects you want to carry out clinically include these: one, Vascular Surgery's 'New Hemostasis Technique' theory. Professor Deng Haibo of Vascular Surgery has contacted Professor Deng Yong."

"Second, limb salvage surgery and functional reconstruction surgery for mangled extremity patients."

"Third, Anesthesiology Department..."

When Yuan Weihong spoke here, he became doubtful: "How did you practice this puncture technique anyway, to actually be this miraculous, arriving exactly where you say?"

"You've got a cheat, right...?"

Fang Ziye's heart instinctively jumped, but he quickly realized his master was joking, and retorted playfully: "Master, is it possible my cheat is talent?"

Yuan Weihong directly gave Fang Ziye a light kick: "Say you're fat and you start panting, huh?"

"Thump thump thump."

A knocking sound rang out; it was precisely the hot dry noodles Yuan Weihong ordered arriving.

After receiving the meal, opening the lunch box, hot steaming white vapor rose.

Even Fang Ziye's stomach started growling.

"Master, don't worry about getting fat, dig in..." Fang Ziye ate the hot dry noodles slowly and methodically this time.

No other reason — today Qin Geluo would temporarily cover his Chief Resident shift.

Yuan Weihong picked up his chopsticks and started stirring again.

Although the packed hot dry noodles had already been stirred, not stirring a few times before eating them felt like they had lost their soul.

Just like a man who doesn't shake a few times after using the toilet feels like he hasn't gone at all — it had become instinct.

"Master, I bought a few more bottles of wine recently, planning to honor you with them, and also smooth things over with Brother Luo."

"This Chief Resident of mine is truly not worry-free; every few days Brother Luo has to return to Chief Resident life, and I feel guilty to no end." Fang Ziye turned his head and said.

Yuan Weihong divided the money, and Fang Ziye got a very large sum.

After Yuan Weihong wolfed down two bites, he chewed and swallowed: "You gave the portion meant for me to Ge Luo too, didn't you? This Chief Resident of yours really doesn't let superiors rest easy — more superior than the superiors their damn selves."

"Put yourself in his shoes — if I were Qin Geluo, I'd definitely have gotten hands-on with you directly."

Fang Ziye acted mischievous again: "Master, if you were Brother Luo, you wouldn't really get physical, would you?"

Seeing Yuan Weihong's expression turn sour, Fang Ziye immediately composed himself: "I've got Master's School Immortal Peach Protection! ~"

One sentence elevated Yuan Weihong's teacherly dignity to the heavens.

Yuan Weihong laughed.

……

During handover, Fang Ziye's mood was originally in a gradually emptying state. His mind was entirely focused on the upcoming functional reconstruction surgery.

This morning, Yuan Weihong had already negotiated with the operating room at least five times, confirming all preoperative preparations were in order.

The young patient named Yan Chu had already been pushed into the operating room, ready for anesthesia at any moment.

Heard that Professor Xu Long from Xiangya Hospital had also arrived at the Anesthesiology Department, currently discussing preoperative anesthesia methods.

After the duty doctor and the duty nurse finished handover.

Professor Han Yuanxiao said confidently: "Today, I want to tell everyone a piece of good news — that our Zhongnan Hospital's outstanding alumnus has once again returned to our Zhongnan Hospital family..."

After Professor Han finished, he took the lead in applauding.

Professor Deng Yong and the others immediately burst into thunderous applause.

Liu Huanglong also applauded, walked forward a few steps, and bowed slightly: "Greetings, teachers. I'm Liu Huanglong. Hope all teachers and brothers will take care of me in the future."

"Teacher Han, Teacher Deng, Teacher Dong..."

Immediately after, Professor Han Yuanxiao introduced: "Liu Huanglong's resume needs no special introduction from me, right? You're all orthopedics students, and happen to be students in Han City's top-tier Grade-A hospitals — this most famous 'other people's professor' has surely been ringing in your ears for a long time, right?"

"Professor Liu's subsequent provisional arrangement is to be in a group with Teacher Deng; depending on circumstances later, we still have many heavy responsibilities to entrust."

"Additionally, Professor Liu's teaching level, operation ability, and research level are all top-tier nationwide. Currently Professor Liu is our hospital's first Chief Physician under forty in orthopedics, and our hospital's first Outstanding Youth under forty in orthopedics."

"In the future, if you have any questions, whether research or clinical or otherwise, you can organize them and ask Professor Liu properly!"

Applause thundered once more, lasting a full thirty seconds before slowly dying down.

Deng Yong's smile bloomed like a flower, his back molars nearly showing.

Fang Ziye paid most attention to his own master Yuan Weihong — Yuan Weihong's gaze at Liu Huanglong was filled with complexity.

There was envy, jealousy, admiration, helplessness, and motivation.

In one pair of eyes, it seemed thousands of words were spoken, yet also as if no emotion existed at all...

Fang Ziye also realized Master Yuan Weihong was under pressure.

Liu Huanglong was only one year older than him, yet his current achievements would take Yuan Weihong at least five more years to catch up to.

Liu Huanglong had leaped up the ranks all along; his current accumulation was not something Yuan Weihong could compare to.

One year difference counts as same age; same age, different fate.

This made Yuan Weihong, who had always been the trauma surgery youth 'Outstanding' representative, unable to settle his mood.

After the applause quieted, everyone's smiles gathered into a sunflower!

Han Yuanxiao said: "Professor Deng, Professor Liu is assigned to you first. Hope your two teams can spark new fire, complement each other, and reach new heights."

"Let our Zhongnan Hospital's trauma surgery forge a brand new, even newer height! ~"

"Director Han, the pressure you're giving is a bit too much! ~" Liu Huanglong responded, then found a seat and sat down.

This seat was specially reserved for Liu Huanglong, right next to Professor Dong Yaohui. Liu Huanglong is a Chief Physician, so he deserves such treatment.

"I believe Professor Liu and Professor Deng can do it! ~"

With the topic at this point, the department's atmosphere became harmonious and joyful.

Just as Han Yuanxiao was about to speak further.

The silently watching Old Professor Dong Yaohui dropped a bombshell: "Director Han, after this month, I'll be retiring!"

"The hospital approached me to discuss re-employment contract renewal, but I've considered it for quite a while and still lean toward going with Old Zheng to fish, climb mountains, and occasionally exercise my muscles and bones."

"So regarding re-employment, please help me decline on your end too."

"As for my own students, I've already discussed with all of them."

Dong Yaohui's words instantly made Deng Yong stand up, hands tightly gripping the table, blurting out: "Master..."

Deng Yong's reaction clearly showed he was caught off guard emotionally.

Deng Yong has two supervisors: Old Professor Li Guohua and Professor Dong Yaohui.

Li Guohua retired long ago and doesn't even go to the training room anymore. If Dong Yaohui leaves too, then Deng Yong will have no master left in the hospital.

Dong Yaohui raised a hand to cut off Deng Yong: "Don't speak. I'm asking for Director Han's opinion!"

Dong Yaohui's words made everyone look toward Han Yuanxiao.

Han Yuanxiao's expression suddenly became extremely tense — one could say, full of pressure.

Professors in Zhongnan Hospital, after retirement, are mostly re-employed until around 65, formally stepping down afterward, then active in outpatient clinic or training room.

The re-employment contract is signed year by year.

Dong Yaohui wants to refuse the re-employment renewal, which inevitably makes many outsiders guess: is it the meaning that Han Yuanxiao newly invited Expert Liu Huanglong from an outside hospital, and then forced Old Professor Dong Yaohui to step down?

"Teacher Dong, you... do you have any thoughts or considerations?"

"If you do, you actually should have guided us young people long ago!" The corner of Han Yuanxiao's mouth twitched lightly, and his eyes also blinked rapidly.

If such guesses are confirmed, Han Yuanxiao's path would also reach a dead end, so handling it now must be even more cautious.

Dong Yaohui shook his head lightly; with his black hair and black eyebrows, he looked spirited: "No other thoughts, just a bit missing Old Brother Zheng."

"Old Professor Zheng and I count as half fellow-townspeople; we're both from Yi City. Although this prefecture-level city isn't suitable for development, it's livable."

"Old Zheng now works at a small hospital, three days a week, eight to noon; the rest of the time is fishing, running, mountain climbing, planting flowers..."

"Fallen leaves return to their roots; after drifting outside for a lifetime, one ultimately still misses home a bit."

"You don't need other thoughts either. In this lifetime, everyone eventually has a place to return. I don't want to keep running around so fatigued; I just think when old I can rest for a while — maybe one or two years, maybe three to five years, maybe afterward, all in Yi City..."

Professor Dong Yaohui's sudden statement made the entire office fall utterly silent!

A string in the heart seemed to be inexplicably touched.

Fallen leaves return to their roots.

Everyone has their own choices; some old professors, after retirement, are unaccustomed, feel they have no position anymore, are idle and useless.

Some old professors go enjoy life, running east and west.

But Old Professor Dong Yaohui seems to have only one obsession: missing home...

"Han Yuanxiao, continue your talk... I'm notifying you, not discussing with you."

"Deng Yong, sit down! No rules."

"Continue the handover; this matter is settled. Although I'm no longer the director and don't interfere in department affairs, my personal choice is still free." Dong Yaohui began to shout sternly.

Directly making Deng Yong subconsciously slump onto the chair!

If Fang Ziye and the others all felt Old Professor Dong Yaohui was just a kind Respectable Person, then Deng Yong had seen Dong Yaohui at his most high-spirited, most serious period.

That was the eighties and nineties; the social atmosphere wasn't this good yet; that time's Dong Yaohui led people to keep the Orthopedics Department's LimbMedicalDispute occurrence rate low.

Han Yuanxiao and Deng Yong still didn't dare speak; Liu Huanglong's eye corners pulled into deep crow's feet.

"Since there's nothing to say, let's start ward rounds. Today Deng Yong has surgery, Director Han you'll go to the Outpatient Clinic later, and I also need to start wrapping up my managed patients one by one."

"This month we won't admit patients for hospitalization either." Dong Yaohui stood up first, for the last time actively 'overstepping' to issue the order to end the handover, then led his group of people out of the office, heading for ward rounds.

After Dong Yaohui left, Professor Han Yuanxiao's head jerked a few times, subconsciously looking at Deng Yong: "Teacher Deng, this?"

"Did Old Professor Dong discuss this with you in advance?"

Han Yuanxiao recently focused on Liu Huanglong's hiring matters, rarely paying attention to Old Professor Dong Yaohui's movements.

Deng Yong braced both hands on the chair, forming tiger claws, tone a bit high: "Han Yuanxiao, you think I'd know this in advance?"

Han Yuanxiao actually knew from Deng Yong's loss of composure just now that this matter was beyond Deng Yong's expectations.

But Dong Yaohui doing this might give Liu Huanglong opinions in his heart.

He looked at Liu Huanglong again; Liu Huanglong was even more confused, at a loss.

He just came to Zhongnan Hospital, not to make Professor Dong Yaohui yield the Group Leader Professor position to him.

Liu Huanglong's expression was calm: "Director Han, I personally never raised any demands! ~ I didn't come to be Group Leader; if I wanted to be Group Leader, I'd go to Hand Surgery."

Liu Huanglong's hands lay flat on the table before him, eyes flashing rapidly.

"If Professor Dong refuses re-employment, then our department really only has the younger generation left." Han Yuanxiao sighed deeply, gazing at the doorway, eyes narrowing to a slit.

About three or four minutes later, people in the handover room slowly collected their emotions.

Deng Yong and Liu Huanglong led teams out of the Doctor's Office first, heading toward the Ward for ward rounds.

Qin Geluo actively asked Fang Ziye for the Chief Resident's old mobile phone, walking while talking: "Ziye, today I'm covering your duty; later I won't go down to the operating room; if Teacher Deng mentions me, remember to tell him my whereabouts."

Dong Yaohui is Deng Yong's Supervisor; now Dong Yaohui refuses re-employment renewal and leaves Zhongnan; Deng Yong is definitely the most pained in his heart.

Fang Ziye nodded.

Then the two continued following the team.

During ward rounds, Fang Ziye specially paid attention to Deng Yong's expression, discovering Deng Yong quickly recovered to laughing hee-hee with patients, speaking softly but not losing professor demeanor, walking leisurely, unhurried.

Laughing and answering with patients, just like a very refined professor, polite and cultivation inwardly restrained.

This state continued until ward rounds ended.

After leaving the Ward, Deng Yong said calmly: "Yuan Weihong, you take people down to the operating room first; after preoperative preparations are done, call me."

Yuan Weihong nodded agreement, patted Fang Ziye's shoulder approvingly: "Others with managed beds' medical orders and dressing changes to handle, handle promptly."

"Yan Zhiming, Li Yuanpei, Fang Ziye — you three follow me down to the operating room. This afternoon responsible for supervising the group's medical record writing situation and medical orders!"

"Professor Liu, let's go to the office and rest a bit first." Deng Yong politely invited Liu Huanglong.

How smart is Liu Huanglong? Immediately shook his head refusing: "Professor Deng, I just arrived, don't even know where the operating room door is, and I'm unfamiliar with patients' medical histories and records; I'll go down to the operating room first to do homework."

"Fine, Professor Liu, you've worked hard; I'll rest a bit first, many years' bad habit." Deng Yong pinched fingers gesturing he was going to smoke.

After all arrangements were made, Deng Yong quickly went to the office, then closed and deadbolted the Chief Physician office door; after entering, he hurriedly started fishing out cigarettes.

The lighter fell first; he lowered his head to pick it up; trembling mouth couldn't clamp the cigarette; the cigarette fell again.

Deng Yong originally wanted to pick it up, but picking it up, putting it back in his mouth seemed a bit awkward.

Then, Deng Yong picked it up and threw it in the trash can; after a few deep breaths, he sat on the leather sofa chair, slumping in a Ge You slouch, slowly lighting the cigarette in his hand.

In the deep inhale, the flame brightened a few degrees, emitting a slight sizzling burning sound.

Deng Yong smoked one, stubbed it in the ashtray, then lit and finished another.

After cycling three times like this, Deng Yong finally sat upright, murmuring in a low voice like a child: "After this I won't see Master in the Ward anymore; from now on only I will be left here alone..."

Deng Yong recalled all the past since coming to Zhongnan Hospital; all emotions, scenes, were crushed, stirred, pulverized by his two hands cupping his face and rubbing up and down like a needle.

After rubbing for quite a while, Deng Yong finally withdrew his hands, releasing the mole at the corner of his mouth. One wondered if the nearly fifty-year-old him had grown once more; his gaze began to turn inward: "From now on, I'll have to learn to keep a low profile..."

Deng Yong finished speaking and lit the fourth one.

Inside the operating room.

Professor Ceng Quanming's eyes bulged as he looked at the flesh mole at the corner of Professor Xu Long's right eyebrow, then looked at Professor Xu Long chatting happily with one of the Trauma Surgery team members. A ridiculous possibility came to mind: "Professor Xu, your mentioned capable assistant, wouldn't it be?"

"Little Doctor Fang from Trauma Surgery?"

Ceng Quanming seriously recognized the young man beside Xu Long, confirming that this young man was indeed the boyfriend of Luo Tingzhu, his recently admitted cross-disciplinary PhD student with a good learning attitude, Fang Ziye.

Xu Long smiled: "Director Ceng, you really hit the mark. It's him."

"Professor Deng Yong and I met once before. I also didn't expect that Doctor Fang from Trauma Surgery would actually have quite profound attainment in puncture technique." Xu Long spoke readily.

Xu Long coming to Zhongnan Hospital actually carried a bit of an improperly justified "kicking the hall" meaning, so he needed a pretext.

After Deng Yong and Xu Long conspired in private, the two old foxes hit it off immediately.

Xu Long got his reason, and Deng Yong also got a capable assistant.

Before Ceng Quanming could speak, Luo Tingzhu beside him at this moment had lively eyes that nearly widened until the corners split, looking incredulously at Fang Ziye and Xu Long.

Various possibilities rapidly flashed through her mind.

But in the end, Luo Tingzhu still couldn't figure out why Fang Ziye was able to win Professor Xu Long's favor in puncture technique.

"Professor Ceng, Zhongnan Hospital doesn't have a written rule stating that surgeons cannot perform puncture technique, right?" Xu Long asked.

Xu Long didn't mention the two words "anesthesia"; anesthesia is the patent of the Anesthesiology Department.

But puncture technique is something surgeons can also routinely carry out, especially the two sub-specialties of Orthopedics' joints and Sports Medicine, where puncture technique is an even more important basic skill.

Ceng Quanming's right hand forcefully pinched his scalp; the flower hat was nearly pierced through by his fingernails: "There is no such rule."

Xu Long then relaxed: "No such rule is good!"

Then he looked at Fang Ziye: "Doctor Fang, you handle the puncture, I'll handle the anesthesia. Our division of labor is clear and distinct."

Fang Ziye nodded lightly: "Okay, Professor Xu."

Xu Long was breaking down the nerve block anesthesia.

Fang Ziye completes the puncture positioning — just the puncture technique; he administers the medicine, and it becomes nerve block anesthesia technique.

Fang Ziye was about to say something more when he discovered that beside him, at some unknown time, a familiar fragrant breeze wafted over: "When did you practice puncture technique? You could even make Professor Xu Long favor you? Did Lan Tianluo sell me out?"

Luo Tingzhu's eyes were lively, expression serious.

"An accident. You can ask Master later."

"As for puncture technique, I really didn't practice much, but it seems to be enough." Fang Ziye didn't dare tell about his previous screw-ups.

Otherwise, Luo Tingzhu would very likely get angry.

The surprise she had painstakingly prepared for herself was ruined by Fang Ziye, and then Fang Ziye used the same person but a different form to give her a surprise — how could she not be angry?

"You watch first, give some opinions." Fang Ziye replied.

He walked closer to Xu Long's side and suggested in a low voice: "Professor Xu, this little girl's current age hasn't reached eighteen; she's not yet an adult. If we don't anesthetize her motor function during surgery, what if she doesn't cooperate, affects our surgery, and causes accidental injury?"

Xu Long heard this and said: "Doctor Fang, this is no problem. If she were a few-years-old child, we wouldn't mention this. She's in high school now, and has relatively mature reasoning."

"We have an IV line ready; we can switch to general anesthesia anytime."

Finished speaking, Xu Long discussed with the little girl Yan Chu again: "Yan Chu, did you hear what Doctor Fang said? During surgery, you must cooperate and absolutely not move randomly."

"It won't hurt. If there's any pain, you just speak directly. At other times, when you haven't been told to move, you absolutely cannot move. Otherwise, we'll have to put you under general anesthesia."

"If that happens, you won't be able to interact with the doctor through movement during surgery, and we won't achieve the best treatment effect. Understand?"

"I understand, Grandpa Xu." Yan Chu was very obedient and sensible.

Fang Ziye didn't waste more words.

The choice of anesthesia method — he had already given his suggestion; the decision power still lay with Anesthesiology, that is, Xu Long and Ceng Quanming.

Before long, anesthesia formally began.

However, this time the anesthesia start, the scene was a bit "deformed."

Professor Ceng Quanming, Director of Anesthesiology, and Professor Xu Long from Xiangya Hospital both stood to the side. Fang Ziye held the nerve block puncture needle, found the needle entry positioning, and then relatively cleanly and decisively inserted the needle.

At the same time, Anesthesiology's "student" Luo Tingzhu was operating the ultrasound, monitoring the needle entry angle and puncture position movement trajectory of Fang Ziye's operation.

Fang Ziye's needle advancement speed wasn't fast, but not slow either; it was just the puncture precision that was a bit too beyond her expectations.

Normally Professor Ceng Quanming needs to repeatedly test the puncture end position, but Fang Ziye did it in one smooth motion, directly poked it in, perfectly positioned right at the nerve's posterior border.

The ultrasound monitoring, because the ultrasound probe is movable, can be from multiple angles, therefore there are no blind spots.

It can capture all of Fang Ziye's operations in view.

The more Luo Tingzhu watched, the more shocked, the more delighted!

Senior Brother has this technique, why would I go to Xiangya Hospital spending money to find Professor Xu Long?

To find him to learn pushing the syringe to give medicine?

At the same time, Professor Xu Long, clearly seeing Fang Ziye's puncture precision under ultrasound positioning, was the first to start applauding.

"Marvelous! ~"

Beside him, Ceng Quanming remained in a petrified state. After Xu Long applauded four times, he then felt he should applaud and started applauding, not fully awakened from the shock.

In the operating room, under the surgical timing panel, Yuan Weihong, Yan Zhiming, Li Yuanpei and others — each person's left and right eyes were uneven, eye corners like chrysanthemums, gazes like sesame twists. In their pupils looking at Fang Ziye there was only bewilderment...

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