Chapter 390

In the operating room, almost no one knew that Fang Ziye's puncture technique was exceptional.

Fang Ziye's last visit to see the hand-injured Mi Qi was purely a spur-of-the-moment decision; it was only after he saw Mi Qi's pained expression in the operating room that Fang Ziye thought to alleviate his suffering a little.

Mi Qi was about to be promoted to Associate Professor, on duty at the Vascular Surgery Emergency Outpatient Department, and as Chief Resident, Fang Ziye received much consideration from him during their comings and goings.

Fang Ziye was also a surgeon; only surgeons know how desperately other surgeons want to get on the operating table. A surgeon's hands are the soul of their career livelihood.

In fact, compared to the local anesthesia given to Mi Qi that separated motor and sensory function, the "separation" of the nerve block Fang Ziye currently had to perform on Yan Chu was far more difficult.

Lan Tianluo did not enter the operating room at the first opportunity today, nor did he want to meddle too much.

So, after Fang Ziye advanced the needle to the suitable position, he handed over the injection permission for the anesthetic to Professor Xu Long.

Professor Xu Long accepted Fang Ziye's puncture position with a smile, then very cautiously pushed a sufficient dose of medication, tilted his head, and asked: "Professor Liu, Professor Deng, roughly how long will this surgery of yours last?"

Determining drug dosage based on surgical duration is one of the essential skills of an anesthesiologist.

But before Deng Yong and Liu Huanglong could speak, Ceng Quanming grabbed the retreating Fang Ziye's right hand in one grasp, fingers forming a tiger claw, tendons standing out like cords: "When did this happen?"

Fang Ziye was pinched until it hurt slightly, very naturally used his left hand to grasp Ceng Quanming's left wrist and peel it off, tone calm in reply: "Professor Ceng, asking questions is asking questions, we're all men, there's no need for hands-on groping."

Then he stepped back slightly, creating distance from Ceng Quanming, spoke no further, and yielded the floor to Deng Yong and Liu Huanglong.

Deng Yong had stepped forward when Ceng Quanming made his move; seeing Fang Ziye break free, he didn't pause: "Time is hard to estimate, let's go with a four-hour surgical schedule for now; if it's really not enough, we'll add another shot."

Nerve block anesthesia, depending on drug dosage and injection site, provides pain relief lasting from several hours to several days.

Of course, the primary purpose of such analgesia is for anesthesia, not for postoperative analgesia, so naturally there's no need to maintain such a long duration of several days.

If the drug dose is too large, after the anesthetic diffuses, it will anesthetize motor function as well.

"As long as the critical maneuvers can be completed, the subsequent closure time doesn't matter even if we switch to general anesthesia. The main thing is to confirm motor function interaction during surgery." Deng Yong had discussed this with Fang Ziye in advance, so he knew the anesthesia conversion that might occur.

Finished speaking, Deng Yong looked at Ceng Quanming again: "Director Ceng, this habit of yours of moving your hands at every turn isn't good."

"Fang Ziye is my student; you've met him before, this isn't the first time."

Ceng Quanming's eyelids twitched, his gaze still fixed on Fang Ziye, his left and right hands involuntarily flexing and extending a few times.

"Ah..." After a light sigh, he suppressed all his emotions.

His heart churned like boiling soup: He had thought snatching a Luo Tingzhu from Trauma Surgery was already a huge bargain; Deng Yong's team was easy to talk to, which also gave Ceng Quanming quite a sense of joy at obtaining a beloved disciple.

A surgically exquisite surgeon switching to anesthesia provides too great a boost to puncture block technique; Luo Tingzhu took less than half a month to abuse his previous student Huang Xiruo until she doubted her life.

Faced with such talent, Ceng Quanming felt he had picked up a peerless treasure; in the future, Luo Tingzhu's anesthesia attainments would absolutely not be inferior to the professors at Tongji and Xiehe.

With such a student, his own inheritance and philosophy could all have successors.

But?

He thought Luo Tingzhu was the peak; he never expected Trauma Surgery to produce an even more "manic" seed.

The key is, such a seed belongs to our hospital, yet he wasn't the first-priority "discoverer"; it was Xiangya Hospital's Professor Xu Long, who traveled a thousand miles from Sha City to Han City, and reached what kind of "agreement" with Fang Ziye!

I fuck your sister, if you have this kind of technique, just tell me directly.

You go call in a professor from Xiangya Hospital to stick a foot in, is that looking down on our Anesthesiology Department?

Can I not afford whatever price you want?

However, Fang Ziye is Trauma Surgery's person, not a student or staff within the Anesthesiology system, so he falls outside Ceng Quanming's jurisdictional scope...

Naturally, Ceng Quanming had thought about whether to start a fight, but seeing Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong and a group of Trauma Surgery's burly men, he was just an Anesthesiology pockmarked guy...

"Ah! ~" Ceng Quanming sighed again.

Hearing these words, Luo Tingzhu, who had yielded the ultrasound monitor position, very shrewdly read Ceng Quanming's eyes, lightly and cutely bumped Ceng Quanming's elbow with her own, voice very low: "Teacher, Doctor Fang is my boyfriend, don't be disappointed."

Oh ho?

Ceng Quanming executed a near-ninety-degree turn like a military drill left-face, upper eyelid lifting, a flash of brilliant light in his eyes.

Luo Tingzhu's voice was like celestial nectar pouring down from the ninth heaven, permeating the heart and spleen like a hot spring or ice dew.

That's right!

I don't have Fang Ziye, but I still have Luo Tingzhu! ~

Luo Tingzhu is from Sichuan-Chongqing, and a Sichuan-Chongqing girl at that; it's said Sichuan-Chungqing girls have exceptional experience in household management.

Currently, the only one said to be able to break the restraint of Sichuan-Chongqing women is a "powerful" Great Emperor; all other men regret it bitterly and are tormented into being docile and cute.

Ceng Quanming looked at Luo Tingzhu.

Luo Tingzhu then said with a determined tone: "Teacher, I can go learn it, and I should be able to learn it! ~"

Ceng Quanming's mood blossomed like wildflowers covering the mountains.

Professor Xu Long?

He's nothing more than a higher-grade "tool person"; no matter how exquisite the nerve block theory, without a sufficiently high-grade puncture technique as foundation, just hug the book and play with it every day.

A clever housewife can't cook without rice; a sage gnaws raw rice without cooking.

Xu Long knew nothing of all this; after giving the medication, he communicated with Yan Chu: "Does it hurt, Yan Chu?"

"It doesn't hurt, Grandpa Xu." Yan Chu's voice was very delicate, crisp and clear.

"Come, move a bit. Try moving your foot." Xu Long said again.

"I couldn't move it to begin with, Grandpa Xu!" Yan Chu said again.

"No no no, you just think about moving; I'll feel if your muscles contract. Not being able to move is the result; whether there's a prelude to movement is the cause. You think about moving a bit; it doesn't matter if you can't." Xu Long used relatively precise wording to explain to Yan Chu.

Yan Chu cooperated!

Xu Long felt a slight contraction of the tibialis anterior muscle group, and felt normal movement at the muscle insertions of the medial and lateral femoral condyles.

"Good, good good, very good, excellent."

Finished speaking, Xu Long used the needle tip to poke Yan Chu's foot dorsum and sole: "No pain here either, and no pain here either."

"No pain, Grandpa Xu." Yan Chu replied.

Seeing this, Liu Huanglong said: "Start disinfection, prepare for surgery; today this is a hard battle, we'd best complete the nerve transplantation reconstruction and transplantation, and tendon transplantation surgery within four hours..."

After Liu Huanglong gave the order, Deng Yong, Fang Ziye, and Yuan Weihong immediately went out to scrub in.

As they left, Yuan Weihong assigned tasks: "Yan Zhiming, scrub in and get to the table. Everyone else, be ready to scrub in at any time. No one leaves the OR without a special reason."

Hearing this, Yan Zhiming immediately followed the team out of the OR.

The subsequent disinfection and draping were completed with remarkable smoothness.

After the sterile sealing film wrapped Yan Chu's affected limb, Liu Huanglong lightly patted her leg: "Rest a bit. This leg absolutely must not move. If you want to move, or feel uncomfortable and want to change position!"

"Please remember, you must speak up and remind us. You can call your Grandpa Xu Long, or call Sister Tingzhu — both are fine!"

"Understood? Yan Chu, this is very important!"

"You're almost an adult. You can understand what we're saying. Otherwise, during the surgery, if you move randomly and damage normal tissue, the surgery might fail!"

Yan Chu was a minor, and even though she was nearly of age, Liu Huanglong still warned her repeatedly.

Sensory-motor separation anesthesia is good, but the patient's absolute cooperation and stillness, and constant interaction with the surgeon, are equally critical.

If the patient unconsciously moves — say, lifts a leg — the scalpel cuts straight into the joint surface... the whole surgery is over!

"Okay, I'll be good and listen." Yan Chu didn't move a muscle.

"Tingzhu, pay attention to communicating with her more, soothe her, and remind her at all times that if she feels any discomfort, she must report it first."

"If she's not cooperative enough, be ready for general anesthesia at any moment. We'd rather lose intraoperative interaction than harm the patient." Liu Huanglong's tone turned serious.

"Understood, Professor Liu!"

"Is the tourniquet working?" Liu Huanglong asked the circulating nurse.

"It's working. Current pressure is 60, 90 minutes!" the circulating nurse reported.

"Morning, 8:47 AM, on-time skin incision. Surgery begins!"

Then, without hesitation, immersively, Liu Huanglong first used a knife to incise the scar tissue at Yan Chu's ankle joint.

With the tourniquet's assistance, the bleeding wasn't much.

Deng Yong and Fang Ziye, one hurriedly used the negative pressure suction to aspirate, the other blindly wiped with sterile cotton pads.

Liu Huanglong said: "Ziye, after I open up the tibial nerve's proximal stump, we'll split the surgery."

"I'll go harvest the vascularized nerve flap for grafting. You, on this side, are responsible for further debridement — clean the scar at the nerve's normal anatomical structure using debridement technique!"

"First, the nerve's anatomical pathway must be trimmed out before we can talk about nerve grafting."

"Second, you'll excise vascular branches as appropriate. I've already discussed this carefully with Professor Deng Yong; he'll guide you."

"Third, you need to trim the muscle morphology."

"The previous muscle tissue, after scar healing, will definitely have local hypertrophic scars. The patient couldn't move preoperatively, so the muscles should have formed scar adhesions from hyperplasia!"

"Lysis is a type of incision technique. You must lyse thoroughly."

"Fourth, the patient has partial bone defects — talus defect, missing cuboid — these are for you, Doctor Yuan, and Professor Deng to complete together."

"Bone is the pillar of movement. Without skeletal support, movement is out of the question."

"Fifth, the patient's anatomical structures at the joint replacement site aren't badly damaged. More importantly, the foot's muscles — that's the focus of this surgery. We may need artificial tendons, biological tendons for tendon reconstruction and weaving..."

"So, although this surgery's scope isn't large, the workload is actually extremely, extremely heavy."

"Completing this much in four hours is still very rushed!" Liu Huanglong is a very cautious person; he'd rather waste a lot of time arranging the surgery before opening than just split up and work separately.

Seeing everyone nod, Liu Huanglong lowered his head and began searching for the tibial nerve. He would use the proximal nerve as the starting point for this super-complex post-mangled-extremity functional reconstruction.

Finding anatomical structures, especially nerves, was effortless for Liu Huanglong.

In just a few minutes, Liu Huanglong teased out half of the tibial nerve's proximal stump, then carefully set it aside.

"No nerve hook. This kind of nerve stump — a nerve hook offers no protection."

"I've already separated the tibial nerve. The next operations are temporarily handed to you, Ziye."

"Doctor Yuan, we're going to the contralateral side to harvest the nerve donor." Liu Huanglong finished and led the team away, without the slightest hesitation.

Nerve grafting, as the name implies, means cutting a nerve and transplanting it onto another nerve to function. There's a donor and a recipient.

Autologous nerve grafting can avoid immune rejection reactions to the greatest extent.

Donors often use autologous minor cutaneous nerves to repair digital nerves or other larger nerves — commonly the sural nerve, saphenous nerve, medial antebrachial cutaneous nerve, lateral femoral cutaneous nerve, and superficial radial nerve branch.

The affected side's sural nerve is definitely unsuitable for now, but the healthy side's sural nerve, saphenous nerve, and lateral femoral cutaneous nerve are the preferred donor materials.

Although harvesting these causes functional impairment on the healthy side, compared to motor impairment, local sensory impairment is relatively secondary.

After Liu Huanglong left, Deng Yong took Liu Huanglong's former seat and told Fang Ziye: "Last surgery, we already cleared the tibial nerve's channel, but scar hyperplasia grew back. That's actually good — there's local fat and microvascular hyperplasia, which can provide a soft tissue bed for the subsequent nerve graft."

"Otherwise, if it were her initial injury's soft tissue, even primary nerve repair would suffer compression from scar hyperplasia."

"Scars may be ugly, but often their purpose is repair. Using scars well — excising some, leaving some — is one viable method in reconstruction."

"Too bad bone reconstruction has no bone scars to utilize. Otherwise, our bone defects could use a similar concept for bone graft material."

Fang Ziye nodded lightly: "Mm, yes."

"If there were a place to grow autologous bone as graft material, no bone defect would be too large to fear."

"Master, pull the retractor open a bit more. I'm starting debridement. The scar debridement here can't remove all scar tissue — it's excise a portion, preserve a portion, equivalent to digging out a channel!"

"I need a wider field of view."

Deng Yong nodded, readjusted Yan Zhiming's retractor angle with his left hand, then scanned the OR: "Senior Brother Li, scrub in. Make a phone call and get another person down to help."

Clearly, five people couldn't spread out the leg before; now five people shows manpower is severely insufficient.

Li Yuanpei hurried out to scrub in.

Even Luo Tingzhu, after soothing Professor Zeng Quanming of Anesthesiology and turning his worry to laughter, stood by the operating table to watch.

It's clear that currently, the soft tissue below Yan Chu's lower leg is basically all scar — fat, vascular network, fascia, all far too little, almost none.

If a normal person's soft tissue layers are fertile fields, this place doesn't even qualify as barren soil.

Fang Ziye has to debridement channels for nerves and tendons within scar tissue — harder than land reclamation!

Land reclamation is just brute force — one hoe strike fails, use ten.

Surgery is not like that.

"Want the electrocautery?" After Fang Ziye began operating, Deng Yong across from him noticed considerable oozing from the local area after the scar incision, which would affect the surgical field, so he suggested it.

"No."

Fang Ziye shook his head. "Although the electrocautery can cut and stop bleeding, it would damage the local blood supply. Yan Chu's current blood supply, aside from the main vessels, relies on these local capillary networks."

"Take it slow! With the tourniquet, the blood loss won't be much."

"Wipe it. Brother Yan." Fang Ziye had toothed forceps in his left hand and a round knife in his right; he simply had no free hand.

Yan Zhiming actually had things in both hands too; he temporarily put down the suction device and began wiping the surgical field with a large sterile cotton pad, quickly stepping away once it was soaked red with blood.

Then, the knife in Fang Ziye's hand was like a hoe breaking new ground, slicing open bit by bit, digging out a water-guiding ditch bit by bit, then digging out an irrigation pathway.

"Hemostat..."

"Pointed knife!"

"..."

At a certain moment during the operation, even the widely experienced Deng Yong couldn't help but tremble slightly and gasp.

"Hiss!"

Hearing the sound, Fang Ziye slightly withdrew the knife in his hand, lifted it away from the surgical field, and looked at Deng Yong in a low voice, his tone calm and serious: "Master, is there a problem?"

Fang Ziye privately believed his operation had no issues.

But Deng Yong was ultimately his master, with rich experience, deep theory, and broad knowledge.

Currently, Fang Ziye only excelled in operation; in theoretical reserve, he was still not particularly profound. Compared to Vascular Surgery's Level 5 theory, Fang Ziye's Trauma Surgery was more like an infant in swaddling clothes.

This was the direction Fang Ziye would next add points to.

Actually, the skill tree was a bit crooked; it really wasn't Fang Ziye's deliberate doing, mainly to prepare for unforeseen needs.

One could say that without these crooked skill trees, Fang Ziye might have already handled several fatal cases or disability records!

So actually it's still that knowledge points aren't enough, still too poor!

"You continue. I'll shut up!" Deng Yong said, pressing his lips together.

Then he nodded slightly toward Liu Huanglong, who had turned his head, signaling an apology.

A Full Professor, he had lost composure during surgery, made a sound disturbing his student's operation — truly improper.

But mainly, Fang Ziye's previous debridement technique had no place to be used, no sufficiently messy 'disease types' to let Fang Ziye fully exert himself, so Deng Yong mistakenly thought Fang Ziye's debridement technique was just that.

A 'National Treasure Doctor' level debridement technique was merely so.

Yet the fact was not so.

The frog at the bottom of the well has shallow knowledge not because it is a frog, but because it is a frog at the bottom of the well. If it were a giant turtle from the East Sea in the well, and the frog on land, the idiom would become the turtle at the bottom of the well.

The frog's eyes themselves have no problem.

Similarly, Fang Ziye's technique is also thus.

In Zhongnan Hospital's Trauma Surgery, there are rarely emergency surgeries. Even if there are, they are mostly just simple emergencies!

Just as no tycoon would show off wealth by buying mineral water, Fang Ziye would not display his debridement technique on simple small trauma patients.

Liu Huanglong did not speak, but continued lowering his head and softly asked Yuan Weihong across from him: "Doctor Yuan, bringing such a disciple, what is your innermost true feeling?"

"You can speak directly; I've been through the dog too." Liu Huanglong first frankly laid out his own thoughts.

Meeting in the training room, Liu Huanglong coincidentally recognized Fang Ziye, then used Fang Ziye as a reason to politely refuse Professor Ni Yaoping's invitation, and plunged headfirst into this quagmire of Fang Ziye, unable to extricate himself.

Previously accumulated 'pride', achievements, professional skills — except for research achievements which remained steady as Mount Tai — all were shattered by Fang Ziye's impact.

Yuan Weihong looked at Liu Huanglong, didn't feel Liu Huanglong was joking, and replied cautiously: "First relief, then pride, then confusion, then panic, now calm..."

"However you argue, he was once my student after all."

Liu Huanglong then shifted tone: "Doctor Yuan's personality has become much more restrained."

Yuan Weihong cursed inwardly: I'll fuck your spicy numbing cunt.

Aren't we chatting seriously? Your turning speed is too fast?

But Liu Huanglong is a professor, a Distinguished Youth; facing Liu Huanglong, Yuan Weihong could only be even more respectful than to Han Yuanxiao, second only to Deng Yong!

"Before Professor Liu, I dare not be presumptuous. Hereafter I hope Professor Liu will not stint on guidance; in my heart, you are both Senior Brother and Big Brother, and even more a teacher." Yuan Weihong was naturally a man of society first; he only bullied those easy to bully.

Facing those he couldn't bully, he hurriedly lowered his worthless head, not his proud head.

His mouth was so sweet!

Liu Huanglong instantly felt bored and spoke no more.

"Mhm! Mhm! Mhm mhm..." During Fang Ziye's operation, Deng Yong kept clearing his throat as if he had a cold, his expression mixed with excitement and unease, and extreme excitement.

Yan Zhiming couldn't particularly see the difficulty of Fang Ziye's operation; he only felt he couldn't complete it himself, but hearing his teacher Deng Yong's loss of composure, he would occasionally seize the chance to ask: "Ziye, would this kind of debridement technique be applicable in ordinary emergency surgeries?"

"In the training room, debridement technique is limited to tofu, seen in skill; but this kind of scar tissue, currently in the training room, there don't seem to be corresponding consumables?"

Yan Zhiming naturally didn't have Deng Yong's high vision; in his view, if training room materials could pass, that would already be awesome enough.

But no matter how Yan Zhiming thought of debridement technique's corresponding materials, he couldn't match them to Fang Ziye's current debridement operation.

"Brother Yan, it's naturally applicable in emergency surgeries too. As for corresponding practice materials, let's talk later; some techniques can't be trained purely by materials." Fang Ziye answered cautiously, didn't raise his head, and continued operating meticulously.

"Ah?" Yan Zhiming froze lightly.

Deng Yong coughed once more: "Mhm mhm!"

"Zhiming, speak less, watch more."

"Ziye's kind of debridement technique can't be broken through in the training room."

"Not all technical heights can use the training room as a safety net; some techniques need clinical practice. Of course it's also not that all techniques can be safety-netted through large amounts of clinical repetition; it depends on certain talent and learning ability."

"Only then can one break through that iron bolt!"

"Those without enough talent can only face a dead end." Deng Yong said, unavoidably glancing toward Liu Huanglong's direction.

Liu Huanglong's current capability could be said to be locked outside this layer of iron bolt, simply unable to advance a single step.

However, Liu Huanglong's talent is beyond doubt; thirty-seven-year-old Deng Yong, in front of thirty-seven-year-old Liu Huanglong, is just a younger brother.

Forty-nine-year-old Deng Yong, in front of Liu Huanglong, is merely 'brothers'; everyone sits on equal footing.

Yan Zhiming swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva and stopped chatting altogether.

This was the first time Yan Zhiming heard Deng Yong speak of Fang Ziye's pure talent; of course, Yan Zhiming had long anticipated it in his heart.

Everyone in the department regarded Fang Ziye's talent as comparable to that of the Hepatobiliary Surgery genius elder Wu Lao.

Fang Ziye also has the opportunity, within ten years, from undergraduate graduation, to stand at the world's peak.

Back then, Wu Lao graduated undergraduate at twenty-seven, and at thirty-seven, stood at the world's highest peak!

Fang Ziye, on the other hand, graduated undergraduate at twenty-three, is now already twenty-eight, and nearly five years have passed since undergraduate graduation.

But even if it is only five years, only half of Wu Lao's time, if Fang Ziye's talent equals Wu Lao's, merely half of Wu Lao's level, even not half, only one-third of the level, would still dominate peers of the same year and generation!

Even achieving a dimensionality reduction strike across eras against older generations.

Fang Ziye's mentors Yuan Weihong, Qin Geluo, even if Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan were still here today, seeing Fang Ziye, Associate Professor Xie could only sigh with emotion.

Look again at his own mentor, Professor-level, Deng Yong, even needs to cough continuously in front of Fang Ziye to relieve the inner 'depression'.

Yan Zhiming's heart was shocked, expression calm, not daring to disturb Fang Ziye, merely his thoughts slightly floating.

Same age, different fate.

A person like Fang Ziye, the Ancestral Masters of surgery would absolutely chase after to feed meals to.

Unknown how long passed, Fang Ziye tilted his head and said to Professor Liu Huanglong: "Teacher Liu, the nerve local area we buried earlier seems to still be there, perhaps the function can still be used!"

Fang Ziye's tone carried a hint of delight.

The mangled extremity caused the intermediate stage nerves to be crushed, necrotic, fractured, and fused into fragments, unusable anymore, but the two ends of the fragments were 'buried' by Liu Huanglong using a special method.

Liu Huanglong didn't even raise his head: "Good that you found it; if even nerve burial survival isn't known, this professor of mine would have a bit of a fame-seeking reputation."

Liu Huanglong used the calmest tone, making everyone in the operating room fall utterly silent.

Even Xu Long, who came from Xiangya Hospital to Zhongnan Hospital as a 'guest', couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Professor? Chief Physician?" Xu Long asked Ceng Quanming.

Associate Professors and Professors are generally both called Professor, and wouldn't deliberately emphasize the 'Deputy' character.

Just like a Vice Dean wouldn't have anyone actually call them Vice Dean.

Ceng Quanming was in the know: "It's Professor, thirty-six-year-old Chief Physician, Young Thousand Talents Hat, formerly the next successor of Peking Union Medical College Hospital's Hand Surgery."

"Poached over." Ceng Quanming's mood was very good right now, willing to gossip about anything.

With this beloved disciple Luo Tingzhu, not afraid that Fang Ziye could jump out of his palm; he still leans toward Anesthesiology, still wants to share more research projects with Anesthesiology, share with him Ceng Quanming to strive forward.

Xu Long's eye corners twitched rapidly: "The old guys from Peking Union didn't come to tear down the house?"

A thirty-seven-year-old Young Thousand Talents was pried away by you guys, no fight?

This grudge is huge! ~

If Xiangya Hospital Anesthesiology's thirty-seven-year-old Young Thousand Talents were poached, Xu Long would absolutely have a friendly physical interaction with the person in charge of the brother unit.

"That can't be."

"Professor Liu was formerly our Zhongnan Hospital's student; this counts as returning home." Ceng Quanming continued.

Xu Long understood in an instant: "Your Zhongnan Hospital is also quite mysterious......"

Talent like Liu Huanglong could leave?

Zhongnan Hospital Hand Surgery's older generation, each and every one, bears some responsibility.

Definitely some dog-shit-luck-turned-bad business.

Ceng Quanming had always treated with courtesy, but Xu Long started making sarcastic remarks about a unit, so Ceng Quanming blurted out directly: "Still a bit lacking compared to Xu Professor's Zhongnan."

Zhongnan Hospital is Han City University Affiliated Hospital.

Xiangya Hospital is Central South University Affiliated Hospital.

The two 'Zhongnan' are completely different meanings.

"You! ~" Xu Long at that moment bristled like a hedgehog, eyes widening.

"Sorry, Professor Xu, sorry, it was my misspoken words." Ceng Quanming hurriedly apologized.

Social people are like this; must treat external hospital experts with courtesy, even if the other party speaks rudely first, you can't directly retort, that's not the way of hosting guests......

Taking the opportunity, Luo Tingzhu, standing obediently to the side, began to ask in a soft voice: "Teacher Xu, I am a student who previously signed up for your private tutoring class, my name is Luo Tingzhu, a few days ago you suddenly cancelled the training class, making me disappointed beyond measure."

"Just didn't expect to still meet you here; I am Professor Ceng's student; before class I prepared some questions, can I send them to Teacher Xu's email?"

Ceng Quanming hurriedly steered the topic over.

"Right right right, Professor Xu, my student indeed wants to take your class, and it was I who took the lead to sign up......" Ceng Quanming said.

Xu Long looked at Luo Tingzhu and nodded lightly: "Send it over; if you signed up for the class, you should know my contact information. I'll see the situation and organize it for you, not necessarily able to get the correct answer."

Xu Long was polite for a moment.

But suddenly heard Deng Yong coughing on the stage/platform.

"Cough! Cough! Cough, hmm! Hmm! Hmm! ~"

"Hmm! Hmm hmm hmm! ~ Hmph hmph! ~" Yan Zhiming beside Deng Yong even had his respiratory tract spasm from shock!

Liu Huanglong was just across taking the nerve; hearing this, he couldn't help but slightly stand and raise his head to look at Fang Ziye's surgical field opposite.

At that moment he trembled and jumped a few tap-dance steps, blurting out: "Holy crap?"

(Chapter End)