Chapter 418

Deng Yong didn't pick up on Xu Long's conversational lead at all; only after Xu Long let go did Deng Yong, observing the custom that a guest is a guest, speak to Professor Xu Long with polite formality:

"Professor Xu, a joke is a joke, but this is the operating room — don't go putting your hands on people."

Xu Long's breathing gradually steadied, but his left hand kept gripping, while his right hand scratched at his right cheek as he asked, "Can a gentleman use his mouth and not his hands?"

Deng Yong smiled and said, "Professor Xu still has the right to speak freely. The premise is that it mustn't affect our surgical progress."

After Nie Mingxian finished administering the anesthesia, he also stepped back a few paces and stood side by side with Fang Ziye, saying in a low voice, "Ziye, when I previously heard Teacher Liu lecture on the mangled extremity surgical plan, I thought I'd be able to contribute something unique to some extent."

"Later, when reviewing the entire surgical procedure, I realized that you, Ziye, are the 'king'."

At the same time, Fang Ziye watched Deng Yong and Liu Huanglong walk chatting and laughing to the film viewer, half chatting about the case, half chatting about Nie Mingxian and Fang Ziye.

Both their voices were very soft, but just right for Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian to catch the tone and make out the specific content.

Fang Ziye tilted his head slightly, pretending not to have heard Deng Yong and Liu Huanglong's words, and said, "Brother Xian, you can achieve motor-sensory separation in spinal anesthesia — your technique is definitely far higher than mine."

Nie Mingxian's long eyebrows knitted in embarrassment, his triangular eyes flattened, narrowing to a slit: "Ziye, fake commercial flattery is utterly boring."

"In terms of operational difficulty, naturally the peripheral nerve separation block you performed is more difficult. My being able to do spinal anesthesia is just because I studied a few more years than you."

"Generally this kind of motor-sensory separation anesthesia is mostly used for painless labor anesthesia in obstetrics, but truly theoretical painlessness — few people can achieve it."

"I originally researched this technique because of how much it paid."

"And I'm applying drug properties, but I heard Professor Liu Huanglong say you accomplished separation anesthesia through local anesthetic drugs alone — that's obviously relying on technique……"

All this was analyzed by Nie Mingxian clearly and transparently, inside and out; if Fang Ziye were to be modest again, it would truly be somewhat hypocritical.

Therefore, Fang Ziye no longer replied.

However, right in those few seconds when Fang Ziye didn't respond, a voice appeared by the two's ears.

"Doctor Fang, Doctor Nie, good morning. The formal operating room turnover should still take a while, right?" It was none other than Xu Long, wearing a grin, smiling as he walked up beside the two, and even proactively moved a round steel stool to sit down, self-sufficient.

This scene completely lacked a professor's airs.

"Teacher Xu…"

"Teacher Xu…"

Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian both hurriedly addressed him.

A joke is a joke, but a professor is still a professor; Professor Xu Long is a professor at Xiangya Hospital, and moreover the Anesthesiology Department Director — even Ceng Quanming, the Anesthesiology Department Director, has to give him face. If the two of them, these small fry, act too tsundere, it's really not conducive to building relations between the two academies.

Xu Long knew Fang Ziye was slightly impervious to persuasion, and looked seriously at Nie Mingxian's triangular eyes, as if he'd found the window to his own soul, deliberately blinking his eyes several times: "Doctor Nie, how old are you this year? Do you have a girlfriend?"

Nie Mingxian placed both hands properly on his thighs, back straight, sitting upright: "Teacher Xu, girlfriends are hard to find nowadays."

"And, once you find a girlfriend, it wastes heart and mind, and it's still not as happy as being alone!" Nie Mingxian spoke with a dead-serious heart like withered wood.

Xu Long's face stiffened, and he also became dead-serious: "You can't put it that way; the saying goes, the taste of self-service is never that good."

Nie Mingxian and Fang Ziye both snapped their heads around — Xu Long's "self-service" was quite interesting.

Nie Mingxian didn't pick up the conversational thread, and began enumerating: "Teacher Xu, look — New Year's, Spring Festival, Valentine's Day, 520, Qixi, Mid-Autumn, National Day, Christmas, Birthday, Anniversary."

"These very ordinary few holidays and anniversaries are already ten occasions for gift-giving — that costs money, right?"

Xu Long's gaze flashed.

Nie Mingxian followed up with shocking words: "That's many, many different automatic transmissions!"

Xu Long's upper body jerked back halfway, his old waist nearly twisting.

"Many times, different" — these two words, too unhealthy.

Nie Mingxian then said: "Teacher Xu, cracking a joke similar to yours. I don't want to find a girlfriend for the time being."

As Nie Mingxian spoke, he was still watching the surgical progress on the operating table with single-minded focus.

"Little Nie, your thinking is wrong; everyone needs to find someone to grow old with, to mutually support, to mutually help……" Xu Long still wanted to persuade with reason and emotion when.

Nie Mingxian opened his mouth to interrupt: "Teacher Xu should go online, right?"

Xu Long first shut his mouth, then raised his tone: "You brat are impervious to persuasion, huh? I, Anesthesiology Department, you also hung around in Anesthesiology — can I introduce you to that kind of person people talk about online?"

"Most, not to say they're 'good girls' or whatever, virtuous and capable, at least there won't be too big a cognitive gap with you, at least you can talk together, you……"

Nie Mingxian patted Fang Ziye's shoulder, his heart clear as a mirror: "My brother Ziye is fine too; my Teacher Liu introduced me to many — Teacher Xu, do you think your resources are better than Teacher Liu's introductions?"

Xu Long came to poach people; as long as Nie Mingxian held this basic point, how could Xu Long possibly bypass Nie Mingxian's defense?

"Ziye is now Chief Resident, he can still meet young junior sisters; in the specialty there are also intern nurses……" Nie Mingxian directly delivered a killing blow.

Then, seeing the disinfection was nearing its end, he invited Fang Ziye to go out together to scrub in.

Xu Long remained standing in place, digesting the meaning inside Nie Mingxian's words.

Anesthesiology Department — there are definitely no intern nurses; OR intern nurses all belong to the Surgical Department; Anesthesiology undergrad interns are basically "mascots" — what can they help with in the OR?

At most, at most, at most — just help watch vital signs, then complete an intubation, that's it!

This Nie Mingxian — so he likes this type?

Xu Long watched Fang Ziye and Xu Long walk out with steady steps, his gaze growing increasingly bewildered.

The first routine having failed, Xu Long could only smash his right fist into his left palm, premeditating a second plan……

No matter what, he also had to use a pry bar to pry open a crack between Nie Mingxian or Fang Ziye.

……

After the disinfection and draping were completed, Deng Yong, Liu Huanglong and the others all scrubbed in and went up to the table.

Liu Huanglong said: "Teacher Deng, let's still divide the labor and cooperate! I didn't participate in this patient's first-stage surgery, so I can only estimate based on the MRI results."

"Therefore, I suggest the two of us as one group, and then let Ziye and Mingxian be a group……"

When Liu Huanglong made this arrangement, Yuan Weihong, standing opposite Fang Ziye, felt he'd suffered a backstab injury, and snapped his head up at light speed.

Liu Huanglong twisted his neck and cautiously suggested: "…Ziye and Doctor Yuan as a group, Mingxian assists us?"

Only then did Yuan Weihong lower his head and begin coordinating with Fang Ziye.

Nie Mingxian, hearing this, withdrew his hand again.

Seeing this scene, Deng Yong's brows furrowed slightly as he scanned around.

There are currently only five people on the platform, and all five have decent capabilities, but this kind of configuration seems to have a certain shortcoming as well.

That is, there is always one person who can only stand by and watch.

Seeing Nie Mingxian looking a bit disappointed, Deng Yong said, "Mingxian, you pair up with Professor Liu; I'll pair up with Ziye and Yuan Weihong."

As Deng Yong spoke, he swapped positions with Nie Mingxian.

As a result, even though Yuan Weihong was nominally a participant, he could only watch from the sidelines halfway through; this was Deng Yong's arrangement.

Yuan Weihong's expression carried a hint of resentment.

But Fang Ziye is the primary surgeon, so the basic point cannot change; after Deng Yong stepped in, Yuan Weihong couldn't very well claim he was stronger than Deng Yong — even boasting has its limits.

Of course, once the surgery formally began, Yuan Weihong's little thoughts were all suppressed, and instead he watched Deng Yong and Fang Ziye's debridement and release operations earnestly.

One must say, watching Fang Ziye and Deng Yong's coordinated operations is a kind of enjoyment.

Deng Yong is originally a leading figure in Trauma Surgery, and Fang Ziye's Trauma Surgery core basic skills have reached an incredible realm; the two's intentions seem mutually connected, four hands moving as if grown from a single person.

Every move and pause, every retraction and release, all seem as if operated by one person.

And after seeing this scene, Liu Huanglong and Nie Mingxian, who were doing release work below the ankle joint, both couldn't bear to stop their own operations, and looked toward Fang Ziye and Deng Yong thoughtfully.

After watching for a full thirty seconds, the two returned to their own "main battlefield."

Just after lowering his head, Nie Mingxian regretted it a bit himself: "Teacher Liu, had I known I would have just observed a surgery first."

"Then do you want to swap with Doctor Yuan?" Liu Huanglong readily agreed to Nie Mingxian's request.

Nie Mingxian then stared with bulging eyes at Yuan Weihong.

"Do you really want to watch, or just being polite?" Yuan Weihong laughed casually.

Yuan Weihong had watched Fang Ziye and Deng Yong's operations more than once, so there existed a certain degree of aesthetic fatigue.

Of course, this fatigue merely meant he roughly knew what the two would coordinate next, and what would be worth observing and learning.

"Really want to learn." Nie Mingxian said.

Yuan Weihong then obediently took over Nie Mingxian's position and began coordinating with Liu Huanglong.

After freeing his hands, Nie Mingxian first looked to the right at Liu Huanglong and Yuan Weihong's operations, and had a rough idea in his heart; Yuan Weihong is indeed a senior attending in Trauma Surgery, his familiarity with the lower limb's anatomical layers and structures is far more proficient than his own.

Liu Huanglong comes from Hand Surgery, and is also familiar with Orthopedics' anatomical structures; the two's coordination would be better than his own with Liu Huanglong.

Nie Mingxian circled the key points, intending to accelerate the speed of familiarizing himself with the vast anatomical structure system related to Orthopedics.

Only then did Nie Mingxian look toward the left side at Fang Ziye and Deng Yong's surgical operation coordination.

The two are currently operating on the thigh release, the simplest part of the entire surgery.

The reason this release is the simplest is that the adhered and stiffened areas are only the middle-lower thigh; the muscles further up, under the patient's active postoperative rehabilitation, have not developed adhesions.

Thus, it is equivalent to Fang Ziye and Deng Yong needing to convert half-layer adhesion into full-layer release, with the release pathway already planned for them in advance.

But even so, if it were an ordinary General Surgeon dissecting this kind of muscle adhesion, they would also be at a loss where to start.

Yet Fang Ziye's silky, bold operations, like a kind of "violent" aesthetics, pierced into Nie Mingxian's triangular eyes, projected onto his pupils, then transmitted by his sensory receptors to his cerebral cortex, obtaining a kind of aesthetic enjoyment.

Fang Ziye at this moment is truly like a professional butcher, holding a scalpel, as if cutting pork, slicing open the muscle interstices, speed very fast, as if blindly messing around —

Nie Mingxian carefully analyzed Fang Ziye's operation path and the subtle debridement operations displayed during the release process, and couldn't help but secretly give Fang Ziye a thumbs up, then shifted his feet, making himself closer to the surgical field.

Lowering his head slightly, the closer distance made Nie Mingxian's eyes focus even more; the adhesion at the distal tibia of the quadriceps had long since, under Fang Ziye's violent aesthetics, turned back into the original anatomical structure and dispersed.

At the separated cut ends, bloodstains could be seen oozing out!

The mottled bloodstained cross-section looks a bit like pig liver, but observing more meticulously through professional knowledge reveals that the quadriceps muscle fibers are quite intact, no fractures seen, no breaks either.

Therefore, Fang Ziye's bold movements completely did not damage the local muscle fibers; Fang Ziye followed the muscle's original anatomical structure following its shape, separating the muscle.

What Fang Ziye cut was merely the scar tissue between muscle adhesions!

This kind of operation, laymen can't see it, but in the eyes of insiders, it's a bit inconceivable.

Muscle adhesion scars are not surgical incision healing scars; visible to the naked eye, they are basically invisible to the naked eye, being multiple muscle adhesions clumped together.

Let alone muscle adhesions, even two pieces of steamed bun dough pressed together, normal people would find it very hard to separate them apart...

Nie Mingxian's thoughts gradually returned to position, suppressing his emotion, he continued watching Fang Ziye perform release on the medial thigh muscles.

At this time, Fang Ziye's speed slowed slightly; the scalpel, in his hand, advanced from upper-medial to lower-medial in a serrated manner.

The willow leaf knife's sharpness goes without saying.

As long as one is willing to cut, it can cut a person directly from abdomen to back.

Therefore, be it scar or ligament, before it they are all like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

However, after Fang Ziye operated like this, Nie Mingxian discovered that Fang Ziye wasn't actually cutting at the muscle adhesion sites; there was a kind of slice-and-peel feel.

What is slice-and-peel?

Nie Mingxian, because he grew up in the countryside, had seen family members use a knife to peel celtuce; peeling celtuce isn't done directly with a peeler, but with a knife, cutting open the skin bit by bit then peeling it off.

However, Fang Ziye's current operation is merely similar to this, but the difficulty is many times greater.

Fang Ziye should be obliquely cutting open the scar tissue a bit, then peeling a segment, then cutting a bit more, then peeling a segment...

After this, Fang Ziye can almost evenly distribute the residual scar tissue at both muscle ends between the two tissues, awaiting the 'scar' settlement after peeling.

Sure enough, just as Fang Ziye separated the sartorius and the medial thigh muscles, two serrated scar lumps each stood at the two ends of the muscle.

Fang Ziye made two big knife cuts, and the scar tissue became triangular meat cubes directly cut into the gauze in Fang Ziye's palm.

"Hiss—" Seeing such elegant, such high-end, such silky operations, Nie Mingxian couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.

Only Fang Ziye and Deng Yong ignored him, continuing to coordinate cutting these scar meat cubes into the gauze.

After finishing the operation, Fang Ziye put the gauze out and cracked a joke: "Xian-ge, take that back and mince it up and you can wrap dumplings..."

With a piece of gauze stuffed into his right hand, Nie Mingxian came back to his senses, and without making a fuss, very calmly handed it to the instrument nurse.

Then he turned back, tilted his head, and only then blinked his triangular eyes: "The introductory basic principles of surgical science have said, the surgeon's scalpel, the knife movement must be straight, must be smooth..."

"The first lesson of basic surgical operations is to teach us to learn one cut to the bottom, no repeated cuts, avoid becoming serrated."

"Is this ultimately restricting our thinking? Or is it requiring us to break before building anew?"

Nie Mingxian's question was highly representative, and also deeply meaningful.

Hearing Nie Mingxian's seemingly unrelated question, most people in the operating room fell into thought.

Surgical Science — all medical personnel have taken it, even Nursing students take it incidentally; no operation required, but theoretical knowledge must also be learned in part.

In the incision technique practice of the Surgical Function Experiment, basically every teacher will repeatedly instruct: when incising, try to reach the target in one cut, do not repeat the cut, precisely to avoid wrinkles, to avoid a jagged incision.

But Fang Ziye now deliberately turned the taboo of Surgical Science on its head, brought it onto the operating table, and performed the debridement technique in an even more subtle way.

Fang Ziye's operation did not stop, his brow still tightly furrowed, but he did not reply.

Actually, Fang Ziye himself had not anticipated Nie Mingxian's tricky angle of thinking about this problem.

Deng Yong thought for a moment and said: "Learning — one must always start with norms; after doing all the standard examples properly, then jump out of the original thinking circle to do enhanced exercises."

"Beginners — if you don't give them a bottom line to express, those with insufficient learning ability might really make several extra cuts even on the skin's surface layer."

Nie Mingxian was of course not trying to split hairs, nor to obtain the real answer.

After glancing at Deng Yong, he continued focusing on Fang Ziye's operation, verifying his earlier guess about Fang Ziye's true strength.

One very obvious point was that Fang Ziye's surgical talent was good to the point of being unreasonable.

Although Fang Ziye's current operation was merely basic skills?

Nie Mingxian's thinking had only just reached here when he suddenly discovered he seemed to be wrong in a Li Ju way.

Because Fang Ziye's current operation — he could learn it, rather than being unable to learn it.

What does this mean?

If basic skills proficiency has reached that step, you with insufficient skill don't even think about learning it — you definitely won't be able to learn it!

This is like: you only have five hundred thousand, wanting to learn a ten-billionaire's lavish spending — you definitely can't learn it!

But if you have five hundred thousand, and you both go eat spicy numbing hot pot.

However you "spend earth like gold," eating freely, how much money can one meal cost? Biting the bullet, smashing ten thousand yuan to buy out a spicy numbing hot pot stall for a day — that you can learn.

This is just an analogy.

The analogy is: Fang Ziye's current operation is not the kind that requires an extremely high threshold to imitate, but rather an operation that can be imitated without such a high threshold.

Wait a minute!

Then what is this?

"Electrocautery, a small artery was cut here." Fang Ziye saw local oozing, did not raise his head, only instructed.

Only Nie Mingxian's thinking was currently a bit chaotic, so he did not catch up to Fang Ziye's words, and had no movement within five seconds.

Only then did Fang Ziye raise his head, personally took the electrocautery into the surgical field — "zzzt" a few sounds — then hung it back into the electrocautery bucket.

Seven seconds had already passed; Nie Mingxian's chaotic thinking finally returned: "Electrocautery, still need it?"

Fang Ziye raised his head, smiled: "Not needed, Xian Ge."

Nie Mingxian moved even closer, both hands simultaneously starting to operate, Adam's apple bobbing, voice measured as he asked: "Ziye, you wouldn't have developed a more professional operative technique, would you?"

For example, tendon suturing technique.

Simple interrupted suture is the original tendon suturing technique.

But this is useless — you do simple interrupted suture, even if practiced to an immortal realm, it still breaks when it should break, the tendon still gets cut when it should get cut.

Then what to do?

Think of a way, use your brain, design a tendon-specific suturing technique.

Such as Hand Surgery's Tang method, Kessler suture, modified Tang method, modified M-Tang method, and very very many others...

These suturing methods are surgical techniques.

Are these techniques applicable to tendon suturing? Extremely applicable — precisely because of their appearance, tendon suturing has been able to progress.

But can they be used for vascular suturing?

Unless unafraid of being beaten to death by superiors and patients, otherwise ordinary insiders dare not say such words.

Suturing technique is the foundation; tendon suturing technique is the specialty!!!

Special-position tendon suturing technique — besides Hand Surgery doctors, general surgeons just can't handle it.

Similarly, mangled extremity — is also the same...

Nie Mingxian's previous unit — what many people were discussing was exactly this step.

Develop a purely new surgical technique, develop a new technique for a yet-unsolved disease type! Best if it's a dedicated technique!!

"In the running-in process." Fang Ziye nodded lightly, continued operating.

Nie Mingxian and Fang Ziye's dialogue sounded a bit abstruse to others!

What is the first project completion point for the mangled extremity clinical project?

It means: mangled extremity can undergo limb salvage, can avoid amputation.

The second completion point: after limb salvage, perform functional reconstruction.

The third completion point: summarize one's own surgical plan, describable in text, describable in diagrams as surgical technique, promote it to everyone, let everyone be able to do limb salvage surgery...

Layer by layer deepening, layer by layer progression — this conforms very well to scientific principles.

Fang Ziye now — hasn't done many limb salvage cases, yet has already started researching his own dedicated debridement technique?

Is this not a bit too much of a violation?

Should we do a full-body MRI scan?

"Ziye, stop! ~" Deng Yong called from opposite.

Fang Ziye's movements paused slightly.

"Ziye, stop, let's take a mid-session break, don't operate anymore."

Deng Yong continued calling, then turned his head, looked toward Liu Huanglong and Yuan Weihong.

Liu Huanglong and Yuan Weihong — where would they still have the mind to operate? Long ago they had very tacitly used eye contact to return all operating instruments to the tray.

Deng Yong began picking things up from Fang Ziye's hands.

After carefully circling twice and finding no sharp instruments in the patient's surgical field, Deng Yong let out a long sigh, holding back his heart that was about to jump out.

Closing his eyes, he swallowed hard several times.

"Wait a moment, we need to compose ourselves properly, otherwise performing surgery in our current state will cause problems." Deng Yong emphasized.

Liu Huanglong and Yuan Weihong both nodded like robots.

Because.

It worked!!!!!!!!!!

They gathered together for what, wasn't it just to figure out this mangled extremity research project?

Now if Fang Ziye truly had inspiration, even developing a specialized surgical technique, only waiting for naming.

For example, fang-deng-liu-yuan debridement technique, or FDLY debridement technique.

Then in the future, which trauma surgery textbook on terminal disease types could do without these four characters?

"When did this happen?" After calming his mood, Deng Yong began questioning Fang Ziye.

One really can't blame Deng Yong for his loss of composure at this moment.

Deng Yong is a professor, that's true; Deng Yong was previously a ward director, also true; Deng Yong is at a top-tier Grade-A hospital, also true.

But!

Eastern Han, Hubei Province, Han City, Zhongnan Hospital, Trauma Surgery, Deng Yong — what the hell does he count for?

Outside Hubei Province, basically no one knows who Deng Yong is. Outside Eastern Han, Deng Yong is just there to watch, standing on tiptoes to watch others operate, and even then he has to be proper about it.

The international academic conferences Deng Yong can attend are limited to Africa and Asia; to go to America or Europe, he'd still need to train for a very, very long time.

Although it's said, Deng Yong always emphasized that this world is very big.

But Deng Yong actually only knows that this world is very big.

At the Orthopedics Annual Conference in Jingdu, what's the experience of giving an academic report before Eastern Han's top professors and academicians?

Sorry, Deng Yong doesn't know.

At the Orthopedics Annual Conference in Magic Capital, what's the experience of giving the highest-quality academic report or case presentation before world-renowned professors and experts?

Sorry, Deng Yong doesn't know either...

Let alone going abroad, giving a high-quality academic report before medical academicians from many countries around the world, how nervous that would be.

Sorry, Deng Yong doesn't even have the chance to observe.

But it's almost here!

This is the charm of research, one step can cross many levels.

So, Deng Yong must calm down!

Must calm down as quickly as possible.

"Just recently, can't confirm yet, but I've got the hand feel, just not theorized yet." Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye, seeing his master and Liu Huanglong both so out of composure, also didn't dare reveal the full situation immediately, better to delay a few more months.

Otherwise the project comes out, papers get published, Master dies of excitement, that wouldn't be suitable.

Actually Fang Ziye also didn't expect things to go this fast.

And this series of changes, all because of a damn mangled extremity case...

Because Fang Ziye couldn't become an SP, he could only rage impotently like an LSP, crazily consuming a wave.

Actually, that mangled extremity case, Fang Ziye did very quickly, only no one dared think in that direction.

What the hell!

How old is Fang Ziye, Fang Ziye is indeed a genius, but genius has limits, okay? This is all a new project, a few months' time, the preoperative limb salvage surgery results haven't even come out, and you've developed a specialized technique?

Haven't even found a wife, and a grandson comes looking for you.

Dare you believe it?

Ordinary people would think the world's gone crazy, happily becoming a dad, happily becoming a grandpa...

"Master, shall we continue the surgery?" Fang Ziye looked at everyone having calmed down for half a minute, then made this suggestion.

Now definitely isn't the time for chatting.

"Good! ~" Deng Yong looked at Fang Ziye having laid it all out, and his heart felt smug.

Only a feel, not yet theorized, but has the hand feel.

This is good, this is very good, this fucking is normal, this fucking is a genius!

If it really all worked out, that would be a demon.

Step by step, step by step like a rocket, that's already very good.

And then, the surgery was able to continue.

And because of Fang Ziye's previous words, Nie Mingxian became very, very interested.

This is something new, not something old that I don't know, it's a new thing I don't know, that fucking is perfectly normal, right?

If I learn it quickly, wouldn't that mean I've mastered it?

Nie Mingxian thus observed even more meticulously...

After the surgery continued, time passed quickly, a full three-plus hours went by.

Watching Fang Ziye only advance the debridement technique to the ankle joint, Deng Yong felt heartache: "Ziye, rest first, good chance to take a break."

"You and Mingxian go eat first!"

"Professor Liu, you go eat too, later you'll come up to relieve us." Deng Yong arranged.

No one stood on ceremony.

This is a tug of war, surgical time expected at over ten-plus hours, how could they manage without eating?

Do you really think minor surgery doesn't require physical strength?

Actually it not only requires physical strength, it also requires brainstorming.

For this one surgery, the volume of rolling knowledge, if converted to hardcover books, could scare off ninety-five percent of people!

This is not alarmism!

When Fang Ziye, Nie Mingxian, and Liu Huanglong took off their sterile surgical gowns and walked out of the operating room toward the changing room, Professor Xu Long had somehow crept up close.

"Doctor Nie, Doctor Nie!"

"This surgery, it's not that fun, what are you playing at with him?"

"Just now Tingzhu told me everything, saying Doctor Nie you were previously an excellent anesthesiology doctor, this meeting is fate."

"Since you've come to anesthesiology, why go to surgery again? Our anesthesiology department's development prospects are also very good!!!" Xu Long continued to persuade, but was a bit guarded against Liu Huanglong's backstabbing.

With Liu Huanglong's professional title and hat, joking with Xu Long, no one would dare say Liu Huanglong is being disrespectful to him.

Liu Huanglong didn't care about all that, looking at Fang Ziye, then at Nie Mingxian, then at the anxious 'scratching ears and cheeks' Xu Long, Liu Huanglong felt Professor Xu Long this dragon, was too damn resentful-looking.

My own dragon, instead has a kind of relaxed feeling of talent falling into the net.

Dig away as you please! ~

Liu Huanglong sat stable as Mount Tai on the fishing terrace.

(Chapter End)