Chapter 408

Deliberate sarcasm can be guarded against; offhand complaints are the most lethal.

Yet Liu Faming found himself unable to refute anything; his performance today did indeed look more like that of an outsider.

Liu Faming had been waiting for Fang Ziye to "create" another miracle, to once again perform that single-valve maneuver used earlier for the pelvic retroperitoneal hematoma, so he could watch up close.

Currently, Professor Deng Haibo in the department often emphasizes "changing methods" — altering traditional hemostasis thinking, basing it on theory, centering it on operation, grounding it in instruments, to research more reliable clinical small tools for hemostasis and saving lives.

Back then, that surgery was done by Deng Haibo and Associate Professor Chen Minghao following Fang Ziye; Liu Faming hadn't been able to scrub in, only heard it was incredibly impressive, far beyond normal thinking patterns, leaving even Professor Deng Haibo deeply shaken.

Deng Haibo is a Chief Physician, a Professor; he never thought of sharing such a project with Professor Wu Yong; privately, he and Professor Chen Minghao have been researching single-valve siphon hemostasis instruments.

As Department Director, Wu Yong naturally also wants to participate a bit, or at least know more or less how this thing operates.

He even privately assigned Liu Faming a task: after encountering Fang Ziye, if the opportunity is suitable, could he consult a thing or two, so that later when Deng Haibo produces the finished product, he, a Department Director, wouldn't have to go specially consult.

"Director Fang, you continue operating; if it can be simply resolved, that's naturally best." Seeing Fang Ziye stop operating, Liu Faming hurriedly soothed him, indicating he didn't mind being complained about.

Liu Faming's non-rebuttal instead left the Anesthesiology attending at a loss.

He rolled his eyelids, adhering to the principle of not offending colleagues, and added: "Brother, I was joking. Don't take it to heart."

"When free later, I'll buy Brother a drink to apologize. Our Anesthesiology's Chen Yuxuan just finished Chief Resident not long ago either." Chen Yuxuan actively apologized.

Perhaps a joke of his own had struck Liu Faming's sore spot; the lack of rebuttal or joking back proved the joke was ill-timed.

Liu Faming turned his head and smiled, continuing to watch Fang Ziye's operation.

Xiong Jinhuan operated very seriously; he knew today Fang Ziye brought him to handle this hematoma and let him perform hematoma debridement alone — the opportunity was exceptionally rare.

The two most important basic skills in Trauma Surgery are debridement technique and hemostasis technique; hematoma clearance surgery happens to span both most important basic skills.

After clearing away the blood clots, Xiong Jinhuan only then discovered Fang Ziye's painstaking effort.

After suctioning clean the clots, Xiong Jinhuan gently raised his head and said: "Thanks, Industry Brother!"

The current hematoma is exactly Fang Ziye having thoroughly understood this case, deliberately leaving it for him as a practice opportunity.

Although he doesn't know how Fang Ziye did it, Fang Ziye indeed already handled the distal arteries of the hematoma's bleeding points.

A hematoma without bleeding only needs the hematoma cleared, debridement performed, hemostasis technique practiced, and finally the bleeding artery or vein sutured.

Vessels he dares not suture, but it lets Xiong Jinhuan have the opportunity to discover up close, from all angles, what these vascular stumps actually look like; afterward, he can still consult Fang Ziye, reverse-engineer Fang Ziye's hemostasis thinking, and understand the foundational theory of anatomy.

The improvement to hemostasis technique will certainly be very large.

Operational memory is far more profound than mere textual memory from textbooks.

Fang Ziye signaled: "You continue, speed up a bit; once we're done here, we also need to yield to General Surgery's Director Chen."

"After the patient's hematoma is cleared, the most important injury is the intestinal tract injury; this is also a major surgery."

Gastrointestinal Surgery's Chief Resident Chen Hongxing is currently still below, leading one Doctor and two Master's Students, studying the CT intently.

Hearing this, he turned his head: "Director Fang, we're not in a rush?"

"Sharpening the knife doesn't delay chopping wood; we were thinking of waiting for Director Fang to step down, then guide us on reading this CT."

"To this day, I still haven't figured out how you discovered this patient had a mesenteric artery occlusion."

"Such a tiny sign of occlusion can still be reflected on CT?"

After Chen Hongxing said this, Vascular Surgery's Liu Faming suggested: "Director Fang, how about this: you step down and discuss with Director Chen; I and your department's Little Xiong will further study this hematoma together."

Fang Ziye looked around once more, nodded: "Works too! ~"

"Brother Liu, later after Jinhuan finishes the hematoma, let him step down; the rest, you guys handle."

Fang Ziye very cautiously added a sentence.

His own Xiong Jinhuan needs emergency operation practice; Liu Faming's brought Doctor similarly so; Xiong Jinhuan already ate the most delicious "hematoma clearance surgery"; the remaining vascular suturing or other minor operations, there's no reason to pocket them all.

Being a person requires more generosity; appropriately leaving a bit of cake for others is the true long-term flow.

"No matter, I see Little Xiong's basic skills are decent too; suturing one or two medium vessels is definitely enough." Liu Faming also spoke in a returning-the-favor manner.

Fang Ziye finished the core part of the surgery; the rest is mechanical operation — such operation not only has learning significance, but is also a precious clinical practice opportunity.

In ordinary elective surgeries, Professors and Associate Professors wouldn't leave this many opportunities to Chief Residents; most are taken by Attendings.

Liu Faming naturally knows to cherish such an opportunity.

Of course, Fang Ziye gave face, Liu Faming also can't be too calculating; really not giving Xiong Jinhuan a bit of minor operation would narrow the path.

All the big fools encountered during the Chief Resident stage are the most precious consultation wealth for later.

If everyone promotes to Deputy Chief Physician, even Chief Physician, later when requesting consultations, with the camaraderie from the big fool stage, could one bear to refuse?

Definitely couldn't bear to.

……

Fang Ziye came down to the floor, stood beside Chen Hongxing at the film viewer, scanned left and right, then kept one CT slice, temporarily putting away the rest.

"Director Chen, I'll just say my own view; actually my abdominal film reading isn't that professional either; before it was just on the principle of suggesting a word if I can, wrong only wastes a bit of time, that I mentioned it." Fang Ziye padded first.

Chen Hongxing said: "Director Fang, cut the nonsense; your impressive reality, us brothers accepted long ago; you just speak the technique directly, no need for so much padding."

"Being able to call you to guide, already adjusted to the student mindset."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye then said: "CT film reading has an advantage: it's cross-sectional structure, which just happens to very clearly transmit layer after layer of cross-sections."

"Intestinal structure on CT, I won't show off before an expert. But vascular display on CT is generally quite full, even normal small vessels remain so."

"Director Chen look here, and here……"

"These are all mesenteric artery attachment points; their shapes are all relatively regular."

"Only at the jejunal loop near the sigmoid colon, the vascular caliber is rather bizarre, and locally there's an edema signal."

"Admittedly, this could be post-traumatic inflammatory edema of the local bowel. But must also beware of thrombotic 'necrotic edema' signal……"

"Just now it happened exactly as I guessed; Director Chen you and Vascular Surgery's Director Liu cleared this thrombus, proving the embolus isn't very large……"

Hearing this, Chen Hongxing's brows furrowed fiercely: "No, Ziye, this is really a bit against regulations, right?"

"These trivial details, you really see them this clearly?"

"I just sent this patient's original CT to our department's Professor Hong Zili; he said it's not clear on CT, ah?"

Fang Ziye was rendered silent by Chen Hongxing.

He looked Chen Hongxing up and down, the corner of his mouth curling up beneath his mask: "Big Brother Hongxing, were you waiting here to set me up?"

"Professor Hong is also a teacher I respect quite a bit; he knows me too, so don't go dragging aggro onto me."

Fang Ziye couldn't explain.

Could it be that his CT Reading Technique is Level 5? To put it bluntly, even if you searched the entire Zhongnan Hospital, every single professor in the Imaging Department put together — Fang Ziye could take them on one by one.

National Treasure Doctor-level Image Reading — aside from the vast masses of netizens possessing such divine ability, it's hard to find in many hospitals.

Chen Hongxing's broken brows knitted together, and in the end he sighed: "So that's how it is — this is actually something we can't learn."

"Speaking honestly, Director Fang, even if you pointed it out, I still didn't see it clearly. The vessels are visible enough, but to spot a thrombus on this CT, and a small segmental thrombus at that — that truly exceeds the visual range of ordinary people."

Liu Faming watched Xiong Jinhuan's operation and saw no issues, so he raised his head: "Director Chen, what do you think? Director Fang has read countless scans; he can be called a grandmaster."

"Before this, our Vascular Surgery had a prodromal summons for an Abdominal Aortic Aneurysm, and he spotted it all. Our department's Professor Wu Yong said: without Chief Physician level, don't even think about it; most Deputy Chief Physicians would definitely just gloss over it."

Chen Hongxing simply gave up: "Director Liu, have you heard about Director Fang's website seed bank? Send me a copy when the time comes?"

Since he couldn't learn anything, he could only force himself to liven up the operating room atmosphere by driving.

Even if Fang Ziye explained it again, without the cultivation depth, unable to perceive the subtle changes, learning the theory would be useless.

"There isn't any, but you can continue consulting with Director Fang..." Liu Faming naturally didn't take the bait.

Fang Ziye didn't reply, rolled his eyes, and felt he had wasted his feelings.

A wild boar can't appreciate fine bran; he gave Chen Hongxing such good theory, but Chen was thinking of that kind of image reading.

Why even chat any wool yarn.

Naturally, Fang Ziye also knew: insufficient foundation, forcing himself to listen to even more profound theory — purely asking for suffering. The old Fang Ziye was also a rookie once.

Master Yuan Weihong and Deng Yong, including his Doctor Senior Brother, often lectured in the department on research frontiers, disease treatment principles, treatment barriers — Fang Ziye couldn't understand them either.

Not understanding, he didn't drill into a dead end; he followed the proper steps and slowly learned his way up.

Those who think of taking shortcuts mostly end up treading water in place, instead making it hard to advance...

When Fang Ziye brought Xiong Jinhuan intending to leave, the Vascular Surgery Doctor came up on stage, and the two of them on stage mutually exclaimed.

"So good, Brother Liu, this was handled so well here!"

Liu Faming directly knocked him on the head: "Don't look at me, it wasn't your Brother Liu who operated. Can't teach you how to operate."

"Brother Liu is good too." This Doctor was also a quick-witted, transparent person.

"How does it feel, Older Brother Huan." Fang Ziye exited the operating room, smiling as he asked.

Xiong Jinhuan nodded like a chick pecking rice, right hand tugging his mask and snapping it twice: "So satisfying, Brother Ye, this hematoma clearance operation — so silky smooth."

"Brother Ye, but your Hemostasis Technique — how exactly did you stop the bleeding? I still haven't figured it out." Xiong Jinhuan kept probing.

Others don't want to learn because Fang Ziye doesn't have enough teaching time, but Xiong Jinhuan has plenty of time here.

Mastering Hemostasis Technique is naturally badass; the reason Professor Duan Hong at Tongji Hospital has his current status is because his Hemostasis Technique is badass — few people die on his table.

Disease types where a few patients might die elsewhere, at Professor Duan Hong's hands they can survive.

"This involves a principle of interrupting flow and dividing blood. If you want a reference, you can go look at the surgical methods for gastric varices caused by liver cirrhosis."

"Today's hematoma handling has an exquisite similarity to that surgical style. Of course you have to redesign the surgical plan yourself — unlike ruptured bleeding from gastric varices, where there's a mature surgical style you can just pick up and use." Fang Ziye couldn't explain it in a word or two either; he pointed Xiong Jinhuan toward a path.

Hearing this, Xiong Jinhuan immediately nodded: "Okay Brother Ye, I'll look carefully afterward, then come consult you again."

"Everyone says Brother Ye you're a treasure trove — truly lives up to the name."

"Only pity, we don't share the same Master; otherwise I'd want to drill into Brother Ye's quilt." Xiong Jinhuan's eyes crinkled with laughter, carrying an indescribable ingratiation and envy.

"Jinhuan, how did you become like this?" Fang Ziye hurriedly retreated two steps, jokingly looking at 'Xiong gay Huan'.

Where was Xiong Jinhuan's aura from their student days — the big shot with double harvest in clinical and research?

"Brother Ye, for the sake of learning, no shame." Xiong Jinhuan didn't seem to mind.

Mainly after experiencing these days of being cold-shouldered, having operation opportunities snatched away, Xiong Jinhuan realized: when learning, you need a damn shameless face.

Not stealing, not snatching, not harming others in the dark — if you can learn something, learn it openly; thick-skinned is fine too. As long as you don't violate principles, as long as you can sponge knowledge, it's an upright and aboveboard method!

Learning from a Master — the way of inheritance since ancient times.

"Alright then! You're right, you're Big Brother." Fang Ziye also thought of his past self; Fang Ziye had also been thick-skinned for many opportunities.

Giving gifts to Jin Hongzhou, treating him to drinks — wasn't that all for opportunities?

Fang Ziye and Xiong Jinhuan changed into their own clothes, put on white coats, and returned to Trauma Surgery — unexpectedly, Xiao Lizi's family of three had come to the department again.

And this time, accompanying them was Associate Professor Chen Minghao.

Seeing Fang Ziye, Chen Minghao introduced: "Hey, Lin Yan, this is the Lead Surgeon who rescued you back then, Fang Ziye."

"You could say it this way: the reason your life could be fished back from the gates of hell, and your limbs' function recovered — Doctor Fang's merit is indispensable."

"Heard from your husband, Doctor Fang also conveniently fished your son out too!"

The woman called Lin Yan had red eyes, hands clasped, sitting in a wheelchair — because postoperative movement wasn't convenient, she didn't stand up.

Eyes red, tears instantly welling, she choked out: "Thank you, Doctor Fang, thank you..."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye walked a few more steps forward: "Xiao Lizi's dad, how come you're here again? This time you even brought Xiao Lizi's mom. She can't move conveniently."

The bandage on Xiao Lizi's head had been removed; right now she stood beside her mother, tilting her head up with effort, cute and adorable.

The middle-aged man listened, both hands trembling: "Doctor Fang, my wife is being discharged..."

"We all feel that before discharge and going home, we absolutely must come see Doctor Fang you again. This time I didn't disturb anyone, just waited in the ward."

"Doctor Fang, maybe you don't know, and don't care, but to me, to our whole family, you are our life-saving benefactor."

"Great kindness needs no thanks; thanks can never be finished. You won't accept gifts, but we still wanted to see you. If not for you, one could say I'd be a widower now."

"It's widower, right, Professor Chen?" The middle-aged man looked to Chen Minghao for consultation.

Hearing this, Chen Minghao hurriedly explained: "Ziye, this Lin Yan's family — I didn't bring them! I just happened to come over to find you for something, ran into them in the department."

"I thought they'd all gone home."

After speaking, Chen Minghao looked up and down at Xiao Lizǐ's family of three again: "They want to thank you, and it's only right."

"If you'd arrived at the Emergency Department any later that day, or spent any less time in the operating room, the consequences would have been unthinkable."

Lin Yan's family's sobbing drew many patients and family members from this hospital out to watch.

Among them, little Yan Chu was leaning on a crutch, her bright eyes looking toward Fang Ziye's direction.

Some couldn't stand the boredom, and family members who didn't know what was going on were still asking: "What's happening?"

"Oh, I heard it's a patient from another department being discharged, who specially came here to thank Doctor Fang, that is, Doctor Fang Ziye."

"I heard Doctor Fang saved her and her son... You know Doctor Fang's medical skill, right?"

"Ohhh..." The asker immediately understood.

Fang Ziye looked at Xiao Lizǐ and said: "Xiao Lizǐ, I've already accepted your gift, so I accept your thanks. You tell your mother."

"Can't accept thanks too many times."

"Doctor Fang, that gift doesn't count at all. Xiao Lizǐ gave you a gift, and you gave her money?" The patient surnamed Lin Yan was about to say something.

Fang Ziye interrupted: "It's not like that. Artworks are priceless. Only banknotes and transfer payments can be one-to-one."

"Sister, I've accepted your sincerity. You should go back and rest early."

"You've just been discharged and need more rest. You coming to our department once makes me very, very, very happy." Fang Ziye's smiling face was sincere.

Which doctor doesn't hope their patients recover and leave the hospital? Which doctor doesn't hope their patients live well and recover well???

If on this basis, patients can express some gratitude, without any gifts, that's enough to make a doctor happy for a long time.

Fang Ziye was also a common man, and of course he was happy.

And this is Zhongnan Hospital, a place where professors and associate professors gather. Generally speaking, except for professors and associate professors occasionally receiving silk banners or gifts from patients, how could an ordinary small physician receive thanks?

"Doctor Fang, we're all common people. We made a silk banner. You must accept it. This isn't a violation, is it? We've asked around, and accepting silk banners is reasonable." Lin Yan said.

Her husband took out a roll of deep red gold-edged silk banner from the bag behind the wheelchair, then slowly unfolded it. Written on it: "Great Physician, Sincere Heart; Saving the Dying and Healing the Wounded."

No antithetical couplet, no exquisite words.

But just these eight characters were enough.

The middle-aged man slowly walked forward and said to Fang Ziye: "Doctor Fang, my wife's and my son's two lives are much heavier than this silk banner!"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye's expression immediately turned serious. He held it with both hands: "Thank you, Big Brother. You've gone to too much trouble."

"I accept this silk banner. I thank you again for your kindness."

"But you've also seen, this is a ward. Since you came, many patient friends have come out to watch the excitement, and it's not good for resting."

"So let's not gather anymore. You take your wife and children back to rest and recuperate, and live well from now on."

"As for me, after I accept this silk banner, I might have to respond to emergency consultations or emergency surgeries at any time."

"The other patient friends can each go rest... Is that okay?"

"Mainly, I don't have time right now. Otherwise, I'd have to treat you to a meal or something as a return gift." Fang Ziye's explanation was also sincere.

Fang Ziye was naturally happy about the patients' thanks, but he really didn't have much time to go along with this whole routine!

Originally, if someone liked publicity, they'd take a photo, write an official account post or some text, send it to the Publicity Department, and it would surely become a publicity piece.

"No need, Doctor Fang. Saying that is looking down on people."

"If anyone treats, it's me treating." The middle-aged man's expression turned serious, and he said very sincerely.

If Fang Ziye really treated them to a meal, he could forget about his face.

Lin Yan said: "Doctor Fang, then I won't disturb your rest. But I still have a small suggestion. Professor Deng of Vascular Surgery says Doctor Fang, you're a born vascular surgeon."

"Going to Vascular Surgery, Doctor Fang, you can save more lives. That's your best platform, Doctor Fang. You can consider..."

Hearing this, Associate Professor Chen Minghao's smiling face suddenly changed.

Immediately, the Trauma Surgery patients wouldn't stand for it. An older man said: "Young lady, how do you talk? Doctor Fang is a good doctor in our department. Why should he go to another department?"

"You came to thank him, so thank him. Don't wag your tongue."

Yan Chu's mother also said: "Young lady, you didn't say that right. I don't know what Doctor Fang did in Vascular Surgery, but many patients in our department trust Doctor Fang's skills."

"Saving lives is natural, but curing illness is also a merit. There's no distinction of high or low, noble or base! Doctor Fang is doing well here. My daughter can stand up again without amputation, all thanks to him."

"You say let him go to another department, so he goes?"

"Are you here to pick a fight?"

"Words can't be said carelessly! ~"

No matter how pitiful Lin Yan was, even sitting in a wheelchair, even though everyone had just smiled together, Xiao Lizǐ's family of three was immediately 'attacked' by the crowd.

Xiao Lizǐ was so scared she was about to cry.

"It's not like that, not like that..."

Fang Ziye quickly waved his hand to signal the middle-aged man to quickly push his wife and children away! ~

At the same time he explained: "It's fine, it's fine. Everyone, don't be so excited. I won't leave. I'm still in the ward. Thank you, all big brothers, big sisters, uncles, aunts, grandpas, and grandmas, for your kindness."

"We're all patient friends. Maybe this Sister Lin Yan has seen different patient friends than you, so she just made a casual suggestion. Since it's a suggestion, you can choose not to listen, right?"

Yan Chu's mother said: "Doctor Fang, you're right."

"If you can't speak properly, don't speak. Just thank him properly. Where does someone come to our department and try to persuade Doctor Fang to change careers? If you change careers, what about us?"

"Right, right. Doctor Fang, you can't leave. Don't listen to outsiders' rumors. Doctors in every department are equally good."

"..."

Fang Ziye promised again it was just a joke, and everyone shouldn't take it to heart. Only then did the crowd slowly disperse.

Similarly, Fang Ziye shook his head slightly.

How to put it? Fang Ziye could understand Lin Yan's mood and thoughts, but she spoke inappropriately and without choosing the right place, and he was helpless.

The Procuratorate people ran to the police station saying the local police just shovel rice, that being a cop is just hanging around waiting to die — isn't that just asking for trouble?

After this commotion, Chen Minghao's face turned exceptionally ugly.

He looked at Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye also looked at Chen Minghao; as their eyes met, Fang Ziye asked first: "Professor Chen, do you have any other business?"

Chen Minghao sighed: "Ziye, if it weren't for the fact that this Lin Yan was just discharged from Vascular Surgery, I'd have thought she was a 'spy' you deliberately arranged; what business could I possibly have now?"

"My whole matter got sliced to death by a single sentence from her."

Fang Ziye immediately understood Chen Minghao's meaning; while inviting Chen Minghao to sit in the Inpatient General Office, he smiled: "Professor Chen, thank you for your kindness, but you also saw — our Trauma Surgery patients are quite cute too."

"They have needs as well, and I happened to start out in Trauma Surgery, so naturally I won't switch fields easily."

After entering, Xiong Jinhuan very sensibly presented a bottle of chilled Yaha Drink Drink Coffee Drink.

Chen Minghao unscrewed it without ceremony: "Ziye, actually I originally wanted to convey Professor Deng Haibo's meaning — have you occasionally come to our Vascular Surgery to do some emergency surgeries."

"But now it probably won't work; with Lin Yan causing such a scene just now, if they can't see you during future surgeries and come raise hell in our department, that would be terrible."

"I don't even know what to say." Chen Minghao knocked on his own head with his right hand.

Deng Haibo originally wanted to buy time; Fang Ziye happened to be Chief Resident, his status in Trauma Surgery not yet that solid, patients barely recognized the name Fang Ziye.

During this time, learning from 'borrowing Jingzhou' — borrowing without returning — to see if there was a chance to battle Deng Yong once; after all, Deng Haibo and Deng Yong were from the same village.

Even if Deng Haibo really borrowed without returning, at most they'd fight in private.

But now, Fang Ziye has registered with patients; if this blows up, it's unacceptable — Deng Haibo wouldn't dare have such thoughts anymore.

"Teacher Chen, there will definitely be opportunities in the future; the days are still long." Fang Ziye smiled in reply.

"Sigh, can only be like this then; in the future, we'll often come to you for guidance — otherwise, as long as you stay in our Vascular Surgery for half a year, at most half a year, that kind of small hemostasis tool — the one-way valve mechanism — can absolutely be developed."

"With this commotion now, the timeline has to be delayed at least one year, even three years!"

Research isn't that easy; without immersive investment, there won't be absolutely premium output.

A new surgical assistance tool — where is it that easy to produce?

Just the theory stage alone, grinding for several years is the norm.

Xiong Jinhuan at the side, watching her classmate — currently her "superior" — Fang Ziye chatting and laughing with Chen Minghao, felt mixed emotions but also very proud.

Damn, this is my classmate, and a classmate I get along with extremely well; others want to get close but have no chance, yet I have a natural access channel.

"Professor Chen, you flatter me; I was just thinking casually."

"Right now in the ward I'm also doing some clinical projects, and the lab has our small group's dedicated basic research projects, with several directions."

"Truly no surplus energy to open new pits."

"I also want to do more things; good projects are papers, good papers may produce new tools — these are what we doctors dream of."

"It's just that everyone's energy is truly limited! ~"

……

Chen Minghao left Trauma Surgery, leaving very displeased.

Downstairs of the Orthopedics Building, Chen Minghao ran into Lin Yan's family of three who hadn't left.

Lin Yan asked nervously: "Professor Chen, did I say something wrong today? The task Professor Deng assigned me — did I mess it up?"

Lin Yan's face was slightly pale, full of guilt.

Hearing this, Chen Minghao cursed inwardly two rounds, but what could he do?

Lin Yan is a patient; if patients understood everything, would they still need doctors? They'd be doctors themselves!

"It's fine, not that serious; Lin Yan, after discharge you just need to rest well."

"Professor Deng was just joking with you; where would he really give you a task?"

"Don't take it seriously; Doctor Fang is originally a very mature Trauma Surgeon; asking him to abandon his own specialty for our Vascular Surgery — isn't that making him avoid his strengths and play to his weaknesses?"

"There's no such logic." Chen Minghao soothed.

Immediately followed with explanation: "In the future, when saying such things, try not to say them in front of other specialties' patients."

"Patients coming to the hospital — no one is nobler than another disease type's patient; also can't say one specialty's doctor is more meaningful than another's."

"Understand?"

"Doctors may not scold you, but other patients and family members cursing people — they won't care if your body is unwell!"

Lin Yan hurriedly nodded; after apologizing again, the family of three took a taxi and left…

Chen Minghao then sighed a few more breaths.

Heart willing but power insufficient.

The path is blocked dead.

Once the patient knows, Deng Yong will know; once Deng Yong knows, Deng Haibo definitely won't have any business…

(Chapter End)