Chapter 417: Give Me One, You Must Give Me One! (Please Subscribe)

Fang Ziye entered the ward along with the ward round team, and Master Yuan Weihong was speaking with the patient on the bed.

The patient in the next bed swept his gaze over everyone and said, "Professor Deng, Professor Liu, Doctor Yuan, thank you all. If it weren't for you, it would have been very hard to save this leg of mine."

"Before, my coworker had a very similar injury to mine, and he just took the compensation and went home."

The patient expressed his gratitude very directly, and subtly made a comparison.

Those who can take compensation and go home are more or less disabled.

Fang Ziye looked at the bald middle-aged man, and his memory of him was profound.

After all, this was the Big Brother who had affected his tremendous good fortune, that is, the young man for whom Fang Ziye had finished the mangled extremity surgery in just over two hours.

After the surgery ended, he returned to the general ward.

But at this moment no one replied to him.

Right now Yuan Weihong was conversing with the previous fall-injury patient; rudely interrupted, Yuan Weihong tilted his head slightly: "Brother, can we chat a bit later? We're doing ward rounds here."

"We're doing ward rounds on this side."

As Yuan Weihong spoke, the previous fall-injury patient's face showed a helpless look; one could imagine that day and night with the patient friend next door, he was also a bit impatient.

【12】 "Okay okay okay, Doctor Yuan, I just wanted to say thanks, no other meaning." The bald middle-aged man replied, the smile on his face radiant.

"Good Good Good, Doctor Yuan, I'm just expressing my thanks, nothing else meant by it," the Bald Middle-aged Man replied, the smile on his face radiant.

"Thanks can be given anytime, but you also have to follow the rules. When we were doing ward rounds and asking you for your medical history, no one disturbed you, so why are you disturbing someone else's ward round?" Yuan Weihong would not indulge him.

"It's been said several times already, this is a public place, you have to pay attention to discipline, right?"

"Usually I hear your phone calls are very loud..."

Hearing this, the bald middle-aged man's face stiffened slightly: "Doctor Yuan, that's a bit much. Actually I'm also bringing you business. Look, many of my friends and coworkers ask me where I had the surgery done, and they're planning to come to our hospital to find you for surgery in the future..."

"Since I encountered a good thing, my voice would naturally be a bit louder..."

"Sorry, not needed!" Yuan Weihong rolled his eyes at him.

"What?" The bald young man was stunned.

According to the code of honor in his world, at this moment Yuan Weihong and the others should be thanking him, even treating him to a meal.

"Not needed. Our hospital has no business, and doesn't need you to bring business. Okay, thank you for your kind intentions, we have to continue ward rounds, please keep quiet, thank you!" After Yuan Weihong finished speaking, he looked back at the previous fall-injury young man.

Yuan Weihong said: "To tell the truth, we calculated, and your bone defect volume is too large. If calculated by the consumption of artificial bone transplant material, to treat your bone defect would require several million."

"Moreover, there's demand but no supply; artificial bone material isn't infinitely available. And the surgical difficulty is relatively high, the postoperative bed rest time is too long, which could very likely lead to vascular disease causing necrosis of the affected limb..."

"So, after Professor Deng and Professor Liu discussed, they still suggest that amputation treatment is more appropriate!"

Hearing this, the bald middle-aged man spoke up again: "You saved it and now you want to amputate, what kind of ghost is this?"

"He has insurance, you just treat him? The cost goes to the insurance company."

Yuan Weihong turned his head upon hearing this.

"Okay okay, I won't say it, I won't say it." The bald middle-aged man was simply a chatterbox, and turned away again.

Yuan Weihong tilted his head: "Ziye, go ask the Head Nurse to transfer this bed to a single room!"

"I'm not transferring, I'm not going to a single room." The bald middle-aged man shook his head upon hearing this.

"I just feel it's pretty good here."

Yuan Weihong then said: "Then transfer these two patients to a double room! Vacate this ward."

Fang Ziye acknowledged and left.

"Hey..." The bald young man looked resentfully in Yuan Weihong's direction.

At the same time, the young man with his head down also raised his head: "Doctor, I have insurance, the insurance company will pay, right?"

Yuan Weihong asked decisively: "Will they advance the payment?"

"If they don't advance payment, we absolutely dare not do the surgery. A several-million gap — our entire Trauma Orthopedics Department, even if you docked everyone's salary, it would take eight or nine months or even a year to cover it."

"If you can persuade the insurance company to pay in advance, we can do surgery anytime!"

"But if there's no prepayment, sorry, our department can't answer to the medical device company. The hospital has to pay the medical device company directly."

Yuan Weihong's expression was conflicted.

To tell the truth, this patient — the team expended tremendous effort, and it was Fang Ziye who thought of a special method, that saved both his lower limbs in the first instance.

By means of joint fusion, maintaining the stability of the lower limbs after the massive segmental bone defect.

However, the emergency surgery at that time was certainly only to give the patient better rehabilitation space.

By the time they prepared for elective surgery, the cost was too great.

Allogeneic bone, domestic 2g for 1000, imported 2g for 2000!

This isn't a matter of doctors not wanting to do surgery; it's that if the insurance company ultimately doesn't pay the surgical fees, or drags its feet on payment, the entire department will have its performance bonuses docked to cover that huge hole.

Non-life-saving surgery does not have a so-called emergency green channel; if you don't pay, the surgery can simply not be done.

"Doctor Yuan, I..."

"I can only go try!"

"This, this surgery, isn't there a cheaper treatment plan?"

"Besides amputation?"

Actually, the young man himself knew clearly that the insurance limit his company bought was already considered high, but for this kind of accidental injury, at most it would cover treatment costs of a little over a million.

But the young man also knew equally clearly that such a large segment of bone was gone; where could they find that bone again? How could it be that easy to find?

"There is, but it depends on whether you can accept it — that is, a 3D printed prosthesis. But this printed prosthesis definitely won't reach the standard you previously required."

"A prosthesis and bone grafting are two different concepts. The cost of this would also be relatively less."

"But it's very obvious that its force line structure, its own morphology, postoperative rehabilitation — are not as good as bone reconstruction surgery..."

Hearing this, the young man's mouth corner twitched slightly as he asked: "Doctor Yuan, if I had money, would this surgery be able to be done according to the best method?"

The young man's face carried a wry smile, with a kind of self-mockery and mass mockery.

But Yuan Weihong has always had experience handling such statements.

"That's not how you put it. If your coworkers are willing to give you all their income without eating or drinking for a year, going by your usual earnings, it'd come out about the same!" Yuan Weihong said.

Who is Yuan Weihong? An old master of sarcasm.

Things had already been explained this clearly, yet the young man insisted on being sarcastic right here; well, Yuan Weihong isn't someone to be trifled with either.

Doctor and patient — when you tally it up, they're just strangers who met by chance; they don't even count as nodding acquaintances.

Colleagues, on the other hand, see each other all the time.

The young man's company has quite a headcount — over forty people. Even at just a hundred thousand annual salary each, pooled for a year that's several million.

The department's own attending physicians and nurses added together only come to twenty-odd people.

Hearing this, the young man fell silent again, lowering his head once more.

Deng Yong coughed once and said, "The situation — Doctor Yuan has already explained it to you more or less. The choice of treatment is yours to make."

"We've already laid out the corresponding options and their pros and cons very clearly. If you feel our options aren't comprehensive enough, you can also choose to transfer to another hospital."

"For instance, go to Jingdu or Magic Capital..."

Treating illness is inherently a relatively realistic problem. Doctors are helpless too.

If the domestic insurance system were sound, doctors would be even happier — they could apply everything they've learned without reservation, without having to consider cost.

However, the medical insurance system currently implemented domestically is exactly like this; it's not something doctors can decide.

Moreover, the young man's disease type is indeed very tricky right now.

……

When Deng Yong, Liu Huanglong, and the others left the ward, they heard the bald middle-aged man's voice behind them.

"Let me tell you, doctors nowadays — they're long past what they used to be. You want them to treat you without paying? That's absolutely impossible."

"Money in one hand, surgery in the other — it's really just business as usual. This place isn't a charity organization..."

Similar complaints — no one paid them any mind.

Deng Yong merely glanced at Liu Huanglong and the others, then walked on toward the next consultation room.

Whether a hospital is a charity organization isn't decided by the hospital leadership, nor by ward directors like Deng Yong.

Most doctors earn money from technical work — clean and above-board.

When they arrived next door, everyone saw that Yan Chu was already out of bed, leaning on a crutch, both feet on the ground, bearing weight on one leg.

Her father and mother had already packed their luggage.

The bed-managing doctor Jie Han hurriedly reported: "Teacher Deng, Teacher Liu, Yan Chu plans to be discharged today. The surgical wound is currently clean, no signs of infection, sutures have been removed, though there are some scars."

"But Yan Chu plans to wait until after a period of rehabilitation, then go to Cosmetic Surgery Department for treatment. For the time being, she still plans to stay at the Rehabilitation Center for a while, trying her best to recover her lower limb function."

As Jie Han spoke, Yan Chu looked at Deng Yong, standing straight doing ankle pump exercises: "Uncle Deng, look..."

Her whole face beamed with smiles.

Once she could move, her appetite improved considerably; now her face and arms have put on plump flesh.

Due to the long hospitalization and rehabilitation treatment, she has already applied for a one-year leave of absence from school...

Deng Yong raised his thumb: "Not bad, quite brave. After you go back, you'll have to work even harder."

"You should also know, Uncle Deng, Uncle Liu, and your Uncle Yuan, Brother Fang — how much thought and effort we expended to give you the functional foundation you have today."

"You can't just skip rehabilitation training because you're afraid of pain. Last month, the suffering of having no sensation, being unable to move — you experienced it yourself..."

Yan Chu nodded: "Uncle Deng, I still want to dance in the future."

At these words, Yan Chu's father finally stepped forward, took his wife's hand, and bowed to Deng Yong and the others.

"Professor Deng, and all you doctors and nurses — I won't thank you one by one. Your kindness, my wife and I will keep in our hearts forever!"

"During the time our daughter was hospitalized, we truly relied on your care..."

Deng Yong didn't deliberately help him up.

He gestured for the man to rise, then said: "To put it officially, this is what we doctors are supposed to do; our job is exactly this."

"To put it plainly, we doctors make our living by doing surgeries."

"So don't take it to heart. Take good care of Yan Chu — that's more important than anything, right..."

"Very good. Recovery is going well too. If the wound healing is no problem, you can go home. Once home, the atmosphere will certainly be more peaceful and comfortable than the hospital, and more convenient for rehabilitation..."

"Let me say one more thing — you really should properly thank Professor Liu. Professor Liu, he..."

Liu Huanglong also hurriedly took over: "No no, it's Teacher Deng's team..."

The ensuing wave of commercial mutual flattery finally dispelled the gloom from the earlier ward round.

The ward round can't keep staring at one bed forever, so after this atmosphere lasted roughly a few minutes, they moved on to the next bed.

The two patients sharing the ward with Yan Chu were both women — one young, one middle-aged woman.

Both are postoperative!

Their conditions are both milder than Yan Chu's disease type. Learning that even Yan Chu's terrifying wound had been repaired, the patients and family members now wore nothing but smiles.

As the ward round passed, the first thing they did was give a thumbs-up.

Next door was a young woman, early thirties, already married, wearing no makeup yet still looking lovely. She smiled and said: "Professor Deng, then my wound healed very well, right? Right now I just feel this foot has no strength, but other pain, numbness — none at all."

"Online they say it'll hurt for many days after surgery. I was afraid I'd walked into a fake hospital."

Deng Yong looked at Jie Han: "That just proves our Doctor Jie has done an excellent job in pain-free ward management."

"If it doesn't hurt, come show us your sports rehabilitation?"

Jie Han immediately demonstrated: "Come, plantarflexion, dorsiflexion, leg raise..."

"Good good good, that's enough, just like that..."

Then he replied: "Teacher Deng, Bed 15's rehabilitation compliance is excellent. Every day she does twenty to thirty sets or more of rehabilitation training."

"Wound healed?" Deng Yong asked.

"Healed!"

"Next bed……"

……

"Teacher Deng, is it confirmed that I'm having surgery today? Is it confirmed that our group only has my surgery today?" After learning that Yan Chu was being discharged today, He Yuansheng, who had been admitted before Yan Chu, asked with a bit of excitement and agitation.

He Yuansheng was the first mangled extremity patient admitted by the group; the first debridement and limb salvage surgery was performed by a very powerful team — Deng Yong, Duan Hong, and Professor Qi Qiaowen from Peking Union Medical College Hospital working together to complete the limb salvage.

After that, He Yuansheng had been waiting for a second surgery.

He waited from March until May.

He envied Yan Chu, but He Yuansheng also knew that his surgery's difficulty was higher than Yan Chu's, to the extent that after Yan Chu's surgery ended, his own surgery still couldn't be scheduled.

Deng Yong patted He Yuansheng's shoulder, then held his hand: "Rest assured, we're going to operate, but we also have to be responsible for the quality of the surgery."

"Before making the corresponding preparations, rashly cutting is irresponsible to you all. We also want you to be able to go home early, everyone happy……"

"Don't be nervous. Today your surgery will occupy an entire operating room, and the surgery duration is also expected to be around eight or nine hours. Relax your mindset."

He Yuansheng shook his head: "Teacher Deng, I've waited this long already; no matter when the surgery is today, I can wait."

"Thank you, all doctors, for your hard work." He pretended to hold his hands together, gesturing a handshake of thanks to each person.

"Mm, continue resting. We'll check blood pressure again in a bit; if blood pressure is fine, you go to the operating room first. After we finish ward rounds, we'll come right away!"

"Thanks, Teacher Deng." He Yuansheng's family member said the same.

……

Around 8:40, Deng Yong finally finished leading the ward rounds.

After finishing rounds, Deng Yong put his hands on his hips and said: "After this round of rounds, we can discover that the patients in our group are clearly stratified, and the disease composition isn't that single anymore."

"Of course, our work focus these past few months is still the rescue and functional reconstruction of mangled extremity patients."

"Cases don't need to be admitted too many; we still need to advance one by one slowly. Admitting too many similar disease types will mess up our thinking."

"First summarize a preliminary mangled extremity treatment plan, then expand the number of admitted patients."

"Also don't have a guilty psychology."

"Before our team existed, similar disease types worldwide were amputated for decades, they all came through like this……"

"Even after our team's technology matures, there will still be hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands of patients facing amputation."

"According to statistical data, in the United States alone, the total number of amputees reaches millions, and the annual new amputation patients reach around two hundred thousand!"

"Our country's citizen count is several times that of the United States; comparing our two countries' medical levels, our country's new amputation patients are at least five to ten times that of the United States."

"Even more, after statistics, we would very sadly discover that in our Eastern Han, annual diabetic foot amputations alone reach two hundred eighty thousand."

"Two hundred eighty, two hundred eighty……" Deng Yong smashed his fist against the wall.

Final summary: "So, we can only consider the overall situation, first refine treatment, derive a relatively mature treatment plan, then expand patient intake!!"

Annual diabetic foot amputation patients reach as high as two hundred eighty thousand; many county-level cities don't even have a permanent population of two hundred eighty thousand. This figure is shocking.

Moreover, the number of traumatic amputation patients won't be less than the total number of diabetic foot amputations!

Originally everyone's mood had improved a bit, but because of Deng Yong's speech, it all became more serious by several degrees.

Two hundred thousand plus.

Zhongnan Hospital Trauma Surgery's annual total surgery volume is only a few thousand; to reach two hundred thousand surgeries would take decades of accumulation.

However, nationwide annual diabetic foot amputations alone reach as high as two hundred eighty thousand.

Very well illustrates: a body of iron can drive how many nails?

Research, teaching, research, teaching……

Fang Ziye and Qin Geluo immediately led the junior doctors to the operating room.

Deng Yong, Liu Huanglong, and Yuan Weihong — the three of them temporarily went to the Director's Office to rest a while, waiting until the operating room completed the corresponding preoperative preparations before they needed to go to the operating room to take over the surgical process.

On the way to the operating room, Qin Geluo tilted his head worriedly and asked: "Ziye, you say, can our team really save a batch of amputation disease types?"

"Ziye, in the entire Eastern Han, hospitals that can gather Liu Huanglong, Professor Deng Yong, and a team like you — there definitely aren't many, right?"

Hearing this, Nie Mingxian smiled and said: "Brother Luo, no need for internal consumption."

"First do some well, then based on what's done, calculate and simplify the surgery, form a relatively theoretical system, extend it broadly."

"The premise of teaching lies in oneself already being very proficient and transparent; everything is still just beginning, why think so far?"

Qin Geluo's previous questions were obviously stirred by Deng Yong's emotions, then had a sense of mission with heavy responsibility pressing on his shoulders.

But actually, this world, no matter who is missing, still operates however it should operate; you alone no matter how strong, only influence the way of operation, and won't make the world unable to operate.

After Nie Mingxian finished speaking, Jie Han ran up and whispered in Fang Ziye's ear: "Senior Brother, the questions Brother Luo and Brother Xian just raised, I've also considered some possible ideas before. Should we discuss them together later?"

"Tian Luo also read some of my questions and thought they were okay."

Fang Ziye heard this, his expression immediately turning stern: "Not all are unsolvable problems, right?"

This Jie Han, his brain circuits are exceptionally unique.

Only asks questions, doesn't answer, just like a novel author digging pits and not filling them……

Jie Han shook his head: "Only a part. Senior Brother, aren't you also planning to conduct animal experiments on rabbits? These questions of mine, and some ideas, are preparing for that step."

The group just reached the operating room changing room doorway; each used their name badge to change into scrubs. Nie Mingxian curiously asked one more: "Ziye, your fellow trainee has a lot of questions? That's very research-minded."

Jie Han turned his head, scanned up and down, and asked: "Brother Xian, does just any question count as research thinking?"

Nie Mingxian heard this, stunned for a moment, didn't know how to answer.

Fang Ziye called out: "Jie Han, Brother Xian's specialty is vascular surgery. Don't run your mouth, just chat normally."

When chatting normally with Jie Han, Jie Han is very normal, and even learned a lot of human relations and techniques following Fang Ziye.

But absolutely don't ask questions back and forth with Jie Han; Jie Han was even put on the outpatient teaching blacklist by his master Yuan Weihong — that shows how tricky Jie Han's many questions are.

Jie Han understood, hurriedly smiled and said: "Brother Xian, I personally still feel that relatively suitable questions, just-right questions, can guide research deeper; some relatively biased questions will make research deviate from the topic."

"For example, Brother Xian, have you ever thought: if we give hypertensive patients larger, thicker vessel replacements, would the patients' hypertension improve?"

Jie Han's theoretical reserve has a bit of substance.

Blood pressure is a common concept in medicine, and Vascular Surgery certainly cannot avoid the topic of blood pressure.

Blood pressure refers to the lateral pressure exerted by blood flowing within blood vessels on a unit area of the vessel wall; what is measured during examination is generally the systemic arterial blood pressure, including systolic and diastolic pressure.

Therefore, the question Jie Han just raised is a bit tricky and unsolvable.

Goddamn "switch to a bigger glove" to solve the hypertension problem!!!

Nie Mingxian looked at Fang Ziye, then at Jie Han, then at Lan Tianluo, recalling the rumors in the department about these three people, and instantly had the feeling of looking at something "terrifyingly impressive." (No typos)

Of course, after Nie Mingxian pondered carefully for a while, he felt that perhaps he should show a thing or two; otherwise, these people would think he was just a pure slacker.

What is most important for a person to achieve relatively good achievements?

One's own capability, a suitable team.

The kind that can soar to the sky in a single flight!

Many people only know whether Old Wu of Hepatobiliary Surgery is a genius; few mention Old Wu's teacher, Teacher Qiu Fazu, who is actually also a "Medical God."

Behind every formidable figure, there is certainly team collaboration.

……

The group finally arrived at the back of the operating room, and the Anesthesiology Department's team also arrived.

Professor Ceng Quanming, Anesthesiology Department 'Resident Physician' Luo Tingzhu, Professor Xu Long from Xiangya Hospital, Professor Du Yuanxian who came over to 'steal the master's skills.'

Fang Ziye had already cooperated with Professor Ceng Quanming on several surgeries, yet still had not seen him show any intention of 'deep exchange' with himself, and he even called Professor Xu Long to the Anesthesiology Department, and Professor Xu Long specifically named Du Yuanxian!

What could Du Yuanxian do?

Since he couldn't hide, he could only infiltrate the team and mooch a bit……

The motor-sensory dissociation caused by nerve block, this technique, is too tempting for all anesthesiologists.

After Nie Mingxian entered, he originally wanted to sit steadily on the Fishing Terrace first, then wait a bit, and then properly evaluate just how strong Zhongnan Hospital's Anesthesiology Department really was?

Who knew, Nie Mingxian had just sat down when he saw several old guys from the Anesthesiology Department surround Fang Ziye.

And they even directly waved: "Ziye, how should this nerve block anesthesia be administered today?"

Yan Chu's lower limb stiffness is only at the ankle joint and below; this patient's stiffness, however, is from the middle of the thigh downward.

There are too many places needing muscle relaxation and debridement, and the anesthesia plane is also not easy to control.

Then, in this patient's situation where nerve block is not very suitable, is motor-sensory dissociation anesthesia still applicable?

As Fang Ziye frowned slightly, Nie Mingxian said with a bit of an itchy mouth: "For single lower limb motor-sensory dissociation, isn't it more convenient and simple to do it from within the vertebral canal?"

"For lower limb surgery, if separate nerve block is required, there are two branches: the sciatic nerve and the femoral nerve; wouldn't the operation become more complex……"

Hearing this, Xu Long glanced at Nie Mingxian and made a reaching-out gesture: "Then you do it?"

Originally, just Fang Ziye being able to do peripheral nerve block motor-sensory dissociation anesthesia already made Xu Long feel deep down like "this is fucked up / ridiculous."

He, an Anesthesiology professor, still had to make do with Fang Ziye doing the Anesthesiology research project.

Now, there's another person from the surgical team talking nonsense / running his mouth.

Nie Mingxian put down his phone, straightened his back, and looked at Xu Long: "Really let me do it?"

Nie Mingxian even dared to talk back, which was beyond Xu Long's expectations: "Come come come come, you do it……"

Ceng Quanming hurriedly persuaded: "Professor Xu, this won't do. What if……"

Xu Long said: "He wants to do it, if he dares to come then let him do it?"

However, immediately after, a scene that greatly surprised Professor Xu Long occurred: Fang Ziye slightly narrowed his eyes and asked: "Brother Xian, can you also achieve motor-sensory dissociation with intraspinal anesthesia?"

Nie Mingxian nodded and started putting on gloves: "Cold-sensation nerves are more easily blocked than pain-sensation nerves. The degree of dissociation block depends on the volume and concentration of the local anesthetic. Using lower concentration and larger volume of local anesthetic drug produces better sensory block effect with less motor impact."

Xu Long: "……"

Ceng Quanming: "……"

Luo Tingzhu: "???"

Luo Tingzhu's gaze was the most wonderful at this moment; she looked at Fang Ziye in bewilderment while simultaneously looking at Nie Mingxian in doubt.

"When I was in Enshi before, I often did this; it's just that they only thought my anesthesia was good, with no other reaction." Nie Mingxian straightened his neck slightly.

Seeing Nie Mingxian really approaching the anesthesia table, Xu Long reached out and grabbed Nie Mingxian's hand: "Hey hey hey, brother, I was wrong, I apologize, this old man apologizes to you……"

A surgeon doing anesthesia; if they directly cripple the patient, every single anesthesiologist in the operating room will have to pay compensation.

Has the Anesthesiology Department been blown up or something? It needs a surgeon to perform anesthesia?

Xu Long was scared, directly calling himself old man.

Fang Ziye immediately explained: "Teacher Xu, this is Nie Mingxian, formerly the Deputy Director Physician of the Anesthesiology Department."

"Ah???" Xu Long was stunned / his mind went blank.

He looked at Nie Mingxian, then at Fang Ziye, then pointed at the group of people.

Started suspecting life.

What's going on, what kind of unit are you guys, each and every surgeon's anesthesia technique is this fucking awesome?

Then your Trauma Surgery training of anesthesiologists is how great?

Hearing this, Lan Tianluo, who was just about to calculate the result, also frowned lightly, looking at Nie Mingxian with a thoughtful expression.

Fang Ziye's motor-sensory dissociation anesthesia currently requires Fang Ziye's puncture technique, Professor Xu Long's or Professor Ceng Quanming's pharmacological theory, plus his calculation, to complete.

But now, Nie Mingxian?

Afterwards, under Fang Ziye's questioning, he confirmed the opportunity that Nie Mingxian could do this, and after guaranteeing a few sentences to Professor Xu Long, Xu Long actually let go of his permission for Nie Mingxian.

Nie Mingxian also didn't disappoint; after preparing a set of who-knows-what drugs himself, he turned sideways and started giving the patient continuous epidural anesthesia.

After finishing, he habitually asked: "He Yuansheng, move your left foot?"

He Yuansheng blankly tilted his head: "My left foot couldn't move originally, ah?"

"Then lift your anus!" Nie Mingxian also pretended not to know what embarrassment was, poking the patient's outer thigh and buttocks with a sharp instrument on one side.

He Yuansheng complied, but felt absolutely nothing from Nie Mingxian's sharp instrument poking his skin.

Seeing this, Nie Mingxian laughed: "Alright, alright, not painful and can move, cooperate as best you can during the surgery! ~"

"This medicine of yours can be added during the surgery." After Nie Mingxian finished speaking, he placed the patient supine from the lateral position with professional skill, then removed his gloves and leaned against the operating room's timing panel, yawning.

In the operating room, it instantly fell deathly silent.

Merely five seconds had passed when Xu Long seized Fang Ziye, his chubby frame shuffling toward Nie Mingxian's side; Xu Long's breathing was urgent, his gaze bloodshot as if he had walked into chili powder.

But just as he had taken a few steps, the operating room's automatic pressure-sensing door was stepped open, and then a more powerful arm rushed in from outside, directly seizing Professor Xu Long who was holding Fang Ziye.

Deng Yong said: "Hey hey hey, be civilized! ~"

"If you don't let go I'll use force?"

"Give me one, you must give me one today!" Hearing this, Xu Long released Fang Ziye, his right hand grabbing Deng Yong's hand.

His left hand pointed at Fang Ziye or Nie Mingxian, forcing the other party to choose one of the two!

(Chapter End)