Chapter 392

After muscle adhesion, the sliding function is lost. If muscles cannot slide, contract, and relax normally inside the body, then they cannot perform the corresponding motor functions.

This is a motor obstacle at the muscle level.

Now, Yan Chu is already able to complete toe flexion and extension, which represents that the release of muscle adhesions and the local reconstruction of nerve sutures have achieved quite good results.

Immediately after, Liu Huanglong and Deng Yong exchanged a glance, then looked toward the anesthesia machine.

Liu Huanglong said: "Yan Chu, your foot just moved, and it moved very well."

"The existence of active motor function proves that the quality of this surgery has already reached our expectations."

"You are very brave; you have already cooperated very bravely with the uncles and grandpas. How about you go to sleep and rest for a bit now?"

"Your surgery is not yet finished; the closing will take a comparatively long time, but this time no longer requires you, Yan Chu, to continue being brave. You can rest."

The time is approaching four hours; the nerve block anesthesia may gradually lose effect. At this point, switching to general anesthesia to continue completing the surgery is very necessary.

"Okay! ~" Yan Chu was very obedient, her reply carrying a hint of secret delight.

As soon as Yan Chu finished speaking, Luo Tingzhu had already stood up and began injecting general anesthesia drugs into her intravenous line.

At the same time, Xu Long and Ceng Quanming, one holding a mask and the other holding a laryngoscope, prepared to intubate...

Very quickly, Yan Chu fell asleep.

After Yan Chu was under general anesthesia, Xu Long still said with some regret: "If we could have switched to spinal anesthesia or epidural anesthesia, that would have been better."

Ceng Quanming then said: "Professor Xu, in principle it is possible, but the difficulty of pulling it off is too high, too high. If during the epidural, the drug dosage and anesthesia range aren't well controlled, and motor function also gets numbed, then the surgical interaction becomes a joke."

"Switching to epidural now is also impossible; the surgery is in progress..."

Xu Long naturally knew these things: "That's why it's called regret..."

Fang Ziye, Liu Huanglong, and the others ignored the two anesthesia professors' regret. After Yan Chu was under general anesthesia, the two men almost tacitly moved to examine the patient's passive motor function.

Active movement actually approaches the minimum value of postoperative rehabilitation function; the limit of passive movement is the maximum value of postoperative rehabilitation function, determining the upper limit of surgical quality to a certain extent.

"Professor Liu, you do it! ~" Fang Ziye's palm was covered by Liu Huanglong's palm; Fang Ziye, who had no habit of holding hands with men, immediately yielded.

Liu Huanglong was also not polite; he began examining Yan Chu one by one, and turned his head: "Shoot, shoot, shoot!"

"Get our camera, record video. This is excellent teaching material, article material, and research material."

"Only shoot the foot; other places cannot be shot! ~" Liu Huanglong, whose research keen sense was extremely sharp, immediately ordered people to start.

Hearing Liu Huanglong's words, Deng Yong swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva, his Adam's apple bobbing: "Professor Liu, which model of camera do you think is better to buy? Our operating room only has mobile phones for now..."

Cameras, recording and archiving videos of the surgical process and postoperative rehabilitation, are something many Hand Surgery teams do.

But this doesn't have much significance in Trauma Surgery.

Hand Surgery focuses on the recovery of fine function; Trauma Surgery focuses on the patient being able to get out of bed, move around, and have fractures heal. A walking video is the best evidence.

"Borrow one. Go find Guan Qiquan from Hand Surgery and borrow one. Just say I'm the one borrowing it. Return it immediately after use." Liu Huanglong said.

Videos shot with mobile phones don't handle slow motion or speed-up well and are prone to dropped frames.

But videos shot with high-end photography equipment, after corresponding processing, can even be slowed down and broken down, serving as excellent learning material.

Hand Surgery operations are precise, and the division of learning materials is also exceptionally fine.

"Then I'll go borrow one. It just so happens the tourniquet time is almost up too. After releasing the tourniquet, everyone can rest a bit."

A single tourniquet application lasts at most one and a half hours.

Then rest for about fifteen minutes, equivalent to one hour forty-five minutes, which constitutes one cycle.

The time is about to reach four hours; actually the tourniquet time is still enough, but Han Yuanxiao also knows the importance of camera equipment recording video.

Although temporarily stopping the surgery will extend Yan Chu's surgery time, for the sake of future patients having better convenience and technical preparation, a few extra minutes or ten-odd minutes won't cause much impact on Yan Chu.

Han Yuanxiao is the Trauma Surgery Ward Director; borrowing a camera is no problem.

Even Hand Surgery specially dispatched a professional photographer to come help collect footage.

In this aspect Liu Huanglong is even more professional. After trying the motor function of various angles of the foot, he asked: "Brother, are you done shooting?"

Liu Huanglong may not know the Hand Surgery filming Doctor, but the Doctor must know Liu Huanglong. Very politely: "Done shooting, Teacher Liu."

"Very good. When the time comes, please trouble yourself to package and send it to me. This one surgery is at least two very high-quality case reports."

"One is foot function reconstruction surgery; two is total foot adhesion release surgery."

"We can release the total foot adhesion release case first, attract others' attention, make a preliminary placeholder, representing that we are about to enter this clinical project."

Liu Huanglong's tone was very bold.

Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao both inhaled sharply upon hearing this.

Yuan Weihong said: "Professor Liu, we've only done the first case and we're already releasing a case. Wouldn't that be a bit high-profile?"

"Under conditions of insufficient preparation, our follow-up projects might fall behind others."

Yuan Weihong has a relatively penetrating understanding of research. He understood Liu Huanglong's meaning but also raised his own puzzlement.

Liu Huanglong said: "Doctor Yuan, you are standing from the perspective of beside the operating table. If others can deduce the full picture of our function reconstruction project from just one case, then what do we have left to say?"

"Just write a big 'Convinced' character, then go seek their guidance."

Finished speaking, Liu Huanglong said: "Passive function examination complete. Next, continue with the soft tissue bed reconstruction surgery."

"Ziye, you rest first. You've been lead surgeon for so long; your right wrist must be numb."

"The dominant hand need not perform too many time-consuming meaningless operations; it easily induces chronic fasciitis. Rest a while, protect these two hands well. The rest will naturally be arranged for others to complete."

"As things stand, the main task is to pad the nerve and vascular pathways with soft tissue, avoiding subsequent scar hyperplasia into the pathways, causing compression."

"Second, there are some local skin defects, so I'll have to do a flap transplant to cover them..."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye narrowed his eyes; his first reaction was to look at Deng Yong.

On the operating table, stepping down first has always been the privilege of the senior physician.

Even now, with Liu Huanglong's suggestion, although Fang Ziye felt tired, he couldn't very well put on senior physician airs.

Tired?

It was truly exhausting.

All the debridements were performed by Fang Ziye alone, operating almost continuously for over three hours.

"Get off the table and rest first." Deng Yong gave the order on his own initiative.

Deng Yong had served as lead surgeon, and had long been the group's first knife; he knew that the sustained precision operations of surgery took an enormous toll on both physical stamina and the hands' chronic wear.

Without a mid-procedure break, the hands would truly be ruined.

Fang Ziye slowly let out a breath of relief, stood up, deliberately observed left and right, felt it would not affect others' operations nor contaminate their sterile surgical gowns, then retreated slowly.

He had retreated about four or five steps when the circulating nurse was just about to untie the collar ties of Fang Ziye's sterile surgical gown, but unexpectedly a young woman darted over from the anesthesia station first.

The circulating nurse got a cold shoulder, but also watched the little girl "deliver herself to the door," just right to ease the atmosphere: "Forgot to untie your clothes for you."

In the operating room, when Luo Tingzhu was present, even Deng Yong rarely sped up.

Luo Tingzhu's rank was nearly zero; she flushed red and said nothing, finished untying, then walked back to the anesthesia monitor.

Fang Ziye didn't chime in either, took off his gown and stuffed it into the cloth bucket for recycling, sidestepped toward the area under the surgical timer panel to find a round steel stool, when Ceng Quanming, watching the little girl Luo Tingzhu not speaking afterward.

Delayedly added a line: "Knowing how many clothes you've untied, don't corrupt my student."

The circulating nurse wasn't annoyed either: "Director Ceng, you're too biased; it's a joke between us girls, you personally stepping in is a bit bullying, careful I'll go complain to the head nurse."

Actually, driving with no response is also not very interesting.

Most people only bully those who are easy to bully; in the operating room, the circulating nurse can only bully some little newbies, and comparing speed with battle-hardened surgeons and anesthesiology veterans is purely asking for boredom.

"Right right right, her undressing technique is the most proficient!" Ceng Quanming wasn't afraid of the so-called Nursing Department head nurse.

The Nursing Department and clinical departments are parallel departments, but Ceng Quanming is the Anesthesiology Department's big boss; even the head nurse has to give him three parts of deference.

In the operating room, a head nurse was swapped, the surgery continued all the same.

But swap a Ceng Quanming, and some surgeries might not be able to proceed normally; this is irreplaceability, and also a symbol of jianghu status.

The circulating nurse lowered her head, retreated back to the wall, and silently lowered her head again.

At this time point, Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao and the others on the operating table — where would they have the leisure to mind which direction the anesthesiologist and circulating nurse turned the steering wheel?

Han Yuanxiao could only appreciate and marvel: "Here, here, done really well."

"Teacher Deng, did you hide a hand and not teach it to me?"

"Don't forget, I'm your student too."

Although Han Yuanxiao is currently the Trauma Surgery Administrative Director, in front of Deng Yong he has always conducted himself with a student's etiquette.

Hearing this, Deng Yong laughed and scolded: "Go on, go on, how did you learn to be just like Yuan Weihong?"

Yuan Weihong innocently turned his head like a Transformer.

But he didn't dare answer back.

Han Yuanxiao narrowed his eyes and said: "Is there a possibility that Xiao Yuan received my true transmission? Teacher Deng, if opportunity hadn't forbidden it, I really would have wanted to follow you for a longer time."

"After being singled out and 'exiled' to lead a group, I realized how hard leading a group is. I only secretly resent that I learned too little before; now wanting to put down face and learn, I have to mind the feelings of the students and subordinates in the group……"

"It's hard; if I could just accumulate a few more years, it would be good." Han Yuanxiao had already completely let down his guard and started pouring out his bitterness.

Liu Huanglong on this side was still continuing to search for a pedicled flap, designing a suitable flap pattern based on the skin defect.

After hearing Han Yuanxiao's words, he expressed agreement: "Professor Han's words I deeply relate to; leading a group looks glorious, but sometimes it's like being forcibly draped in Kong Yiji's long robe — can't take it off, can't break free."

"Gritting your teeth, you have to pretend you're strong; what you don't know you secretly ask in private, what you don't understand you bitterly search literature for late at night."

"It just feels like there's no teacher left to consult, at least not so openly……"

"I remember, the first time I led a group I was thirty-four, when the department's old professor retired……"

Han Yuanxiao's words actually resonated with Liu Huanglong, which even Han Yuanxiao himself hadn't expected.

But Liu Huanglong, while drawing lines with a sterile marker pen, also said: "The first month, our group admitted a total of only twenty patients; my deputy chief physician bonus plus performance pay was only eleven thousand three hundred! ~"

"Following me at the time were two attending physicians; the two of them only got eight thousand. As it happened, that month ran into kindergarten starting after the New Year; tuition was nine thousand two……"

"Worried me to death."

"Worrying's no use; pushed into this position, you have to bite the bullet and go on. Second month, besides outpatient clinic, my whole mind was on leading people out for consultation surgeries."

"The following few months, I practically ran through every prefecture-level city in Hubei Province; at that time my technique was actually just so-so, but for a living, for the brothers in the group, I could only thicken my face and go to prefecture-level city hospitals pretending to be a formidable expert……"

"Then started seeing patients in the wards with diseases slightly beyond my capability, forcibly pushing myself to improve……"

"Under such high intensity, after another half year, the state slowly got much better."

Liu Huanglong's words made Deng Yong's eyes flicker: "You, Liu Huanglong, can still lack patient sources?"

Deng Yong only thought Liu Huanglong was joking.

Liu Huanglong tilted his head and said: "Teacher Deng, ninety-nine percent of my current achievements were forged by my own hard strength."

"Of course, the one percent of opportunity is even more critical."

Liu Huanglong didn't deny his father-in-law's help, but his father-in-law's help was only opportunity; it didn't bring much benefit to Liu Huanglong's professional skills or research.

He got the research project, but the project still had to be done by himself; professional operations still had to be learned by himself.

And Liu Huanglong also had to press against time, squeeze every bit of discretionary energy to study; neither clinical nor research could be delayed.

If he had fallen short by even a little, the current Liu Huanglong would just be Xiao Liu, not Professor Liu.

Deng Yong half-pursed his lips: "The events of that year…"

Deng Yong didn't continue speaking.

The reason Liu Huanglong reached this step today, part of the cause has the most direct relationship with a certain former professor of Zhongnan Hospital's Hand Surgery back then.

A blow to the head, knocking Liu Huanglong dizzy and disoriented, making him taste the world's hardships.

Naturally, however Liu Huanglong fled with his head covered back then, the later Liu Huanglong straightened his spine in just that way.

Han Yuanxiao realized the topic was slightly off, so he hurriedly said: "Professor Liu, Teacher Deng, let's not chat; in a bit Weihong is going to hit someone."

"Mhm mhm mhm!" Yuan Weihong nodded.

Even Yan Zhiming, seeing Yuan Weihong nod, also followed with a nod.

Are you three still human?

Professors, chief physicians, group leaders, the absolute top dogs in the operating room — and yet they gang up here to complain, saying how incredibly hard it is to lead a group…

How is an attending physician like Yuan Weihong, someone slated for promotion to associate professor, supposed to handle himself?

Yuan Weihong even wanted to say, why don't you step aside and let me do it.

Naturally, such words cannot be spoken; no matter how arrogant he gets, he cannot say them.

Liu Huanglong and Han Yuanxiao's complaints are, admittedly, Versailles.

But, not being in a position means not planning its policies; the fact that they can recount these things so calmly and pale, without emotion, shows that that period was truly painful.

If Yuan Weihong really led a group now, then the group Yuan Weihong leads would absolutely be the worst level in Zhongnan Hospital Trauma Surgery, and the disease types treated would also be the most low.

The group Yuan Weihong is in is merely moving a prefecture-level city hospital's trauma surgery to Zhongnan Hospital; beyond that, there is not much difference from a prefecture-level city hospital!

…

Fang Ziye rested for a while, then returned to the operating table side, seriously observing Liu Huanglong and Han Yuanxiao and the others' operations.

Thoughtful.

However, Fang Ziye merely standing there made Deng Yong and the others a bit furious.

Liu Huanglong: "Professor Han, why don't you operate this one."

Han Yuanxiao: "No no no, Professor Liu, flap suturing is your Hand Surgery's patent."

Liu Huanglong: "Director Han, I am now a Trauma Surgery doctor; we all have to look forward. I am just a junior doctor with very shallow seniority; Director Han, you and Director Deng are the ones with rich experience."

Han Yuanxiao dared not take it: "Professor Liu, current post does not conceal past. Professor Liu, your suturing technique is still the best; you suture, you suture…"

Deng Yong watched Han Yuanxiao and Liu Huanglong push back and forth, directly taking the "culprit" away: "Ziye, go back and rest! Don't stand here watching."

Deng Yong is not an unreasonable person either; his own principle for handling himself in front of Fang Ziye is, as long as I don't operate in front of Fang Ziye, I'm still awesome.

Since he thinks this way himself, having Han Yuanxiao and Liu Huanglong be examined like students on the operating table in front of Fang Ziye is indeed not right.

Chief physician, professor — this layer of identity destines them to have to maintain their face to a certain extent; otherwise it's hard to command respect.

Even if they want to consult, they have to do it in private.

This is the label that comes with the "professor" coat.

It's not that you're willing to wear it and walk, you must be arrogant; rather, it orders you that you must, to a certain extent, maintain your image.

For example, a rural person, mouth full of obscenities, three sentences never leaving the gutter — no one thinks he has a problem; but if a white coat, when chatting with you, three sentences are all f-bombs, you'll feel this person's character has a problem.

"Okay, Master." Fang Ziye also obediently left.

At the same time, as Fang Ziye exited the operating room, there was a strange panic in his heart.

Is it that many teacher-student relationships, time spent together, slowly grow distant and fade under such circumstances?

For example, Deng Yong and Old Professor Dong Yaohui; for example, Han Yuanxiao and Deng Yong.

Back when Deng Yong was still a student, Old Professor Dong Yaohui and Deng Yong's relationship absolutely would not be as light as two professors interacting.

When Han Yuanxiao followed Deng Yong's group, the two's forms of address could not possibly be Professor Deng, Professor Han like this.

Fang Ziye heard Yuan Weihong mention in the outpatient clinic that long ago, Han Yuanxiao called Deng Yong Hero Brother.

"Hero Brother, go drink?"

"Hero Brother, smoke one?"

"Hero Brother, barbecue beer…"

Now, the two's greetings are.

"Director Han you…"

"Professor Deng, you…"

Fang Ziye's panic is not because he's oversensitive, but because Fang Ziye clearly feels that his own teacher Yuan Weihong, now, in his relationship with himself, is also relatively much more distant.

Yuan Weihong is still very good; he still cherishes and protects him, but the things Yuan Weihong can give him are fewer and fewer, and some things even have to half-depend on Fang Ziye.

Then, feelings will naturally undergo slight changes.

And for such changes, Fang Ziye currently hasn't found a suitable solution or way to get along on any senior.

In the future, can it really be teacher and friend?

As Fang Ziye walked out of the operating room passage, he actually missed a few years ago, when Yuan Weihong took care of him in every aspect, all arranged perfectly.

But now, Yuan Weihong more often gives him suggestions, the wording all letting him independently reference.

…

Fang Ziye went down to the changing room, turned on his phone ringer, then vibration plus ringtone sounded again.

His thoughts interrupted, he answered: "Tian Luo, what's up?"

"Senior Brother, you finally picked up! Are you done with surgery? Come up here; there's a patient's family member who gave you a very special gift. This gift is really a bit special." Lan Tianluo emphasized.

"Didn't you go to the lab or training room? Why'd you run to the department?" Fang Ziye didn't change into his casual clothes, directly wearing his surgical scrub suit out of the changing room.

"I was in the training room, Senior Brother, but halfway a fellow trainee on duty called me to the department."

"Let me tell you…"

After Lan Tianluo explained to Fang Ziye, Fang Ziye was already walking from the operating room passage toward the Orthopedics Building.

He sidestepped a pushed surgical turnover cart, hands moving: "Tian Luo, is there something wrong with your brain? He sent me money and you didn't send him away?"

"But the money he sent isn't much, Senior Brother."

"It's all change, saved by the child himself, saying thank you for letting him still have a mother, saying thank you for saving her."

"I counted, a total of one hundred seventy-eight yuan five mao nine." Lan.

"Among them twenty fifty-cent notes, twenty-four fifty-cent coins, thirty-nine ten-cent coins, and the child even stuck the coins into patterns and folded the notes into paper cranes. How can you refuse this."

"Senior Brother, you come! ~" Lan Tianluo's voice was also a bit choked, but full of emotion and envy.

Fang Ziye stirred at these words.

He quickened his pace: "Alright, you wait for me then……"

When Fang Ziye had just walked into the Department, he still hadn't noticed that the boy sitting in the wheelchair was the little boy he had examined in the Emergency Room back then, but the other party recognized him first.

"Dad, there, there! ~ That Big Brother is there."

The hair on his head had been shaved and hadn't fully grown back yet. Without needing to look at Fang Ziye's facial expression, he recognized Fang Ziye, and pointed him out to his own father.

"You can recognize it's him? Xiao Lizǐ." The middle-aged man's skin was dark, his build thin, his eye sockets slightly sunken, his dark circles heavy, his tone slightly hesitant.

"Dad, it's him. That Big Brother is him." The little boy called Xiao Lizǐ was very certain.

After the little boy was certain, the middle-aged man turned around, and right then walked forward a few quick steps intending to bend his knees and kneel: "Doctor Fang, lifesaving benefactor. Thank you, thank you Doctor, you are our family's lifesaving benefactor."

Fang Ziye quickened his pace even more, directly forcibly propping the middle-aged man up, his face terrified: "No no no, you can't do this and harm me."

"Big Brother, get up, get up first then talk. If your two knees kneel down and someone with ill intentions films it and posts it online, these clothes on me might be gone."

"Modern times are a new society, no matter how you give thanks, you cannot perform a kneeling ritual, I would also lose lifespan."

"A man's knees have gold beneath them." Fang Ziye explained appealing to reason and emotion.

The middle-aged man's two hands pressed on Fang Ziye's two hands, grip very tight, blood vessels instantly filling the pupils in his sunken eye sockets, he said choking up: "Doctor Fang, if it weren't for you, my wife would have died."

"If it weren't for you, after coming out of the Emergency Resuscitation Room, taking another look at my son, my son might also have died, our whole family has to thank you, mainly I'm useless, can't earn money, and now still owe debts……"

"What's wrong with me kneeling a bit?"

"In the first half of the year I did go to a temple and kneel to Bodhisattva, asking it to bless our whole family with health and peace, no injury no pain, and it was no use at all." The middle-aged man's emotions were a bit agitated, his body sinking down again.

Fang Ziye directly interrupted: "Big Brother, your topic is getting more and more sensitive."

"Get up first, now everything is good, then you have to be even better, you still have a wife and children to take care of, right?"

"Mm, your gratitude I accept too, actually it's all our doctors' duty, we encountered it, happened to discover it, handled it, didn't do much extra."

Fang Ziye himself doesn't believe in gods and Buddhas, but also doesn't argue about gods and Buddhas.

This topic might be even more sensitive than the middle-aged man kneeling to him, Fang Ziye the materialist would not let the patient friend go deep into this topic.

"Big Brother, do you still remember me? Last time I didn't introduce myself, I'm called Xiao Lizǐ……" The little boy actually still had memory of Fang Ziye, at this moment greeting Fang Ziye.

Head Area wounds heal the fastest, currently 'Xiao Lizǐ's' scalp Surgery incision has long since healed.

Fang Ziye happened to say to the middle-aged man: "Let's go look at your son, chat a few sentences, I have to go do Surgery."

"I also have my own work, also heard you specially came to the Ward, I just happened to step down, so came over to take a look."

Fang Ziye actually lied, the current him had nothing much going on.

But sometimes lies are necessary.

"Doctor Fang, won't disturb you for long, Xiao Lizǐ heard it was Doctor Fang you who saved him, and also his mom, so he planned to organize his lucky money into a gift to give to you."

"Mainly family expenses have been a bit large recently, the hit-and-run Driver hasn't been found yet, his mom just came out of ICU, still needs hospitalization, no money left on them."

"Otherwise Xiao Lizǐ already prepared the gift for you nicely, I'd have to buy it no matter what." The man choked up.

Started wiping his eyes, voice full of hardship: "I've even used up all the money to buy you a gift, Doctor Fang……"

Fang Ziye said: "Big Brother, don't get agitated."

"You giving me money, I also won't accept, including this, I also won't take."

"But, I can exchange with you, I'll discount the gift you give into WeChat, transfer to you."

"Xiao Lizǐ's craftsmanship is the best gift, I'm very happy. You see if this works?"

"If it doesn't work, I'm leaving, I still have to go check Emergency. I also just came out of the Operating Room……" Fang Ziye's tone turned serious, as if brooking no doubt.

"No no no, Doctor Fang, you don't leave first." The middle-aged man grabbed Fang Ziye, bowed slightly, eyes pleading for Fang Ziye to accept his good intentions.

"Doctor Fang, don't mind it being little, these aren't money anymore."

Fang Ziye began to take control of the emotions: "Right, you also know it exceeds the scope of money, then do as I say, I'll transfer money to you, you accept the payment."

"Also, you thanking is thanking, but you also can't be selfish, Our Hospital's Emergency has a lot, I can't just stand here for the sake of accepting your thanks."

"Two choices, first, I give you money, you open the payment code, I accept this thing. Second, your good intentions I appreciate in my heart, you take the thing back, I also won't give you money, I still have to go work now." Fang Ziye pretended to check the time!

Actually, this father and son pair making this trip, letting Fang Ziye see that little brat who mischievously turned back from the Ghost Gate, Fang Ziye was extremely extremely happy.

Fang Ziye can proudly say, he could survive, he himself at least occupies ten percent contribution! ~

"No, Doctor! ~" The middle-aged man was a bit panicked.

"If you don't open the collection code I'm leaving, I can't because I'm here exchanging polite thanks with you, not go manage possible incoming Emergency Patients." Fang Ziye finished speaking, looked at Xiao Lizǐ.

"Your child's meaning is, he wants to give this thing to me oh!"

Fang Ziye decisively turned his head, and was grabbed by a hand.

"Doctor, I'll open it." The middle-aged man steeled himself to take out his Mobile Phone, opened the QR code collection page.

Fang Ziye transferred money, not a cent more not a cent less.

More is insulting people, less is insulting oneself.

Then clamped shut Xiao Lizǐ's gift box, clamped it under his Axilla, turned and left, without too much lingering.

Gratitude sometimes needs a kind of interaction to conduct repayment, not necessarily able to calculate clearly, but seeking peace of mind.

At this time, the middle-aged man faced Fang Ziye's back view, bent his own knees, knelt on the Ground.

Loud Voice said: "Doctor, thank you……"

Fang Ziye had already walked far away, striving to maintain calm, thinking in his heart, out of sight out of mind, out of sight out of mind, very quickly disappeared around the Zhuan Jiao……

Then, Fang Ziye's Mouth Corner finally curved into a slight smile, heart once more seeping sweetness, feeling especially sweet……

A man's knees have gold beneath them.

Originally not needing it was enough, but he gave it, then everything is enough! ~

However, Fang Ziye's smiling Mouth Corner hadn't lasted a few seconds, a Nurse female voice urgently came from the Distance: "Teacher, Teacher, Bed 34 Breathing Difficulty, Bed 34 Suffocation……"

(Chapter End)