Chapter 419

The surgical meal room is located on the same level as the operating room changing room; to avoid affecting the laminar flow system inside the operating rooms, one must exit the changing room doorway, turn two corners, and then pass through a narrow, cramped corridor to reach the meal room.

After Nie Mingxian explained things to Xu Long, the three of them sat at the changing room doorway, putting on disposable plastic shoe covers; Nie Mingxian refused very clearly this time: "Teacher Xu, I am very grateful that Enshi Central Hospital's Anesthesiology Department could lend a hand when I was in urgent need."

"They offered more than the Surgery Department did back then, but fundamentally, I am not someone who settles for shrimp just because there is no fish."

"So I may have to disappoint Teacher Xu's kindness."

After Nie Mingxian finished speaking, he stood up in one motion, stepping on the shoe covers, and looked at Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye also stood up in one motion, saying: "Teacher Xu, since Xian Ge already has his own thoughts and choice, we should respect him."

By this time Xu Long had taken off his mask, and the mottled pigment on his face looked particularly glaring; his triangular eyes widened, thick lips parted wide: "I respected you, then respected him — who is going to respect this old man of advanced years?"

Xu Long's expression twisted for an instant, but an instant later it returned to calm.

Shrugging his shoulders, he sighed: "Let's go eat first……"

Dining in the surgical meal room operates on a sign-off buffet system; the department handles unified settlement, and generally, as long as the data between two months does not differ too drastically, the department will not pursue it.

But if this month is 1,000 portions and next month suddenly spikes to eight or nine thousand, the specialty department will not play the fool and pay directly; instead, they will seriously investigate exactly which unscrupulous people are charging the Orthopedics Department's account.

During the meal, Professor Xu Long was still quite well-mannered; he did not chat while eating, but ate seriously to fill his stomach.

Of course, after the three finished eating and sat resting on chairs, Professor Xu Long launched into his second major plan.

"Ziye, Mingxian, you two — are you interested in clinical anesthesiology?"

"A premium anesthesiology department, besides safeguarding surgeries in the operating room, can also have its own consultation room!" Xu Long asked as if chatting casually.

Fang Ziye felt nothing in particular, but the more knowledgeable Nie Mingxian's gaze flashed lightly: "Professor Xu is planning to establish the first batch of anesthesiology wards in the country!"

Currently, anesthesiology department supporting facilities mostly consist only of operating room anesthesia, recovery rooms, and intensive care recovery monitoring rooms.

"There is such a plan; after all, with medical development, many disease types fit very well with our anesthesiology department, but in the eyes of conventional departments, these disease types belong to interstitial zones — that is, 'three-no-man's-land' diseases."

Xu Long padded the explanation slightly.

"Doctor Nie, you yourself are a doctor who has been through the anesthesiology department; you should know the significance of building such a ward and outpatient clinic, right?"

Hearing this, Nie Mingxian countered: "Teacher Xu, internationally, routine joint replacement surgeries have already evolved into outpatient surgeries; do you think building a ward for disease types that fit with anesthesiology is really appropriate?"

Hearing this, Xu Long's eyes bulged, glaring at Nie Mingxian: "What do you mean by that?"

Seeing Xu Long's tone was off, Nie Mingxian showed weakness and took a step back, sitting down with an embarrassed smile while removing the blue shrink shoe covers, explaining: "Teacher Xu, I have no special meaning; I just recently read a few books and some literature, and discovered that many disease types currently requiring inpatient treatment in our country."

"Have already become outpatient day surgeries abroad, so I found it quite curious."

"For example, ACL reconstruction, rotator cuff tear suturing, joint replacement……"

"You say, foreign population density is not as high as our Eastern Han; why do they streamline surgery and hospitalization?"

Nie Mingxian's words could already be considered not very implicit.

In Nie Mingxian's understanding, most anesthesiology wards can be handled through day wards and outpatient clinics; there is really no need to specially establish a ward.

Unless Xiangya Hospital's resources are exceptionally abundant, and wards theoretically exceed demand, allowing them to supply the anesthesiology department with higher-quality services.

Xu Long did not reply, but Nie Mingxian still cautiously uttered five words: "Still supply cannot meet demand!"

Xu Long looked Nie Mingxian up and down seriously, holding a disposable surgical mask in one hand, corner of his mouth curling: "Young man, at your age, your angle of considering problems is a bit tricky, isn't it?"

Xu Long's tone carried a hint of sarcasm; he felt that Nie Mingxian, at this age, starting to consider social benefits, was a bit laughable.

But Nie Mingxian replied very seriously: "Teacher Xu, if you had said this a few years earlier, I would definitely have admitted my accumulation was insufficient, but now I have grown up."

Finishing, he put on a disposable long-tie non-sleeve mask, tying the straps, while saying: "After becoming a bit more mature, one inevitably has to have one's own ideas, rather than echoing others."

"Perhaps Teacher Xu feels that me personally considering these levels has a bit of 'the emperor is not anxious but the eunuch is' meaning." After Nie Mingxian self-mocked, he continued.

"I am not anxious either; I just plan to start from myself."

Nie Mingxian believed he had already completed the early accumulation of basic skills; then why could he not raise the angle of his thinking one level higher?

Nie Mingxian thought there was no problem.

Back then, for the sake of earning money, he would not consider so much.

Before, my father was almost dead; you talk to me about integrity? Embarrassed to say, in my eyes there was only earning money; as long as it was clean money, I would earn and save at the same time.

Now, my father has already passed; you tell me not to have integrity? Embarrassed to say, now I only want to honor my parents, and one way to honor them is to do what they hoped I would do, to complete the things they felt delayed me.

With Nie Mingxian putting it this way, Xu Long did not know how to respond.

Flies don't bite seamless eggs; Nie Mingxian now seems like a vajra, impenetrable; if he continued buzzing in his ear, he would truly become a fly.

Of course, even though the conversation was not harmonious, Xu Long did not get angry, but expressed his appreciation: "Doctor Nie, no matter how you choose, I will remember you, remember that there once was an exceptionally gifted anesthesiology doctor who missed our anesthesiology department because of his own ideals and choices."

Immediately after, Xu Long looked at Fang Ziye: "And there is another person who has not yet experienced our department's charm; this cannot but be called a regret."

"May I make a small request? That is, you may dislike it, but I hope you can pass on your technical accumulation and theoretical accumulation — don't keep them, don't let them gather dust at the bottom of your trunk."

"When the opportunity is suitable, teach them to those who want to learn."

"Whether it's me, or your hospital's anesthesiology doctors, or whoever you feel is related to anesthesiology."

"Teach more; these techniques are very useful, and they can equally bring redemption to many patients."

"Currently, the reason many surgeries are difficult to break through clinically is actually that anesthesia technology has produced certain limitations, not that the surgeons' techniques are insufficiently mature……" Xu Long said this, then lightly cupped his fist.

Then he walked ahead of Fang Ziye and the other.

Watching Xu Long's back view, Fang Ziye for the first time seriously sized up this middle-aged man.

His hips were very wide; although nearing sixty years of age, his back view looked less old than his front, tiger-like and awe-inspiring.

After he disappeared around the corner, Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian both did not move, but after looking at each other, they then set off.

"Teacher Xu Long is a relatively pure person." Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye and Xu Long met at Xiangya Hospital; that acquaintance was by a fluke. But undoubtedly, after first meeting Fang Ziye, Xu Long left a very deep impression on Fang Ziye.

His private tutoring class had made full preparations, money was collected, opening was imminent, but because he himself was not prepared, he directly cancelled the private class.

Refunded fees, compensated all expenses of all students.

At that time, he and Fang Ziye were merely initial acquaintances; Xu Long completely need not mind that Fang Ziye's technique was more mature than his; he could completely act as a professor harvesting leeks, and he had such capability and strength.

But he chose the 'most extreme' way to cancel the private class! And then, thick-skinned, came to Zhongnan Hospital to exchange and learn.

Is this considered thick-skinned?

It counts, after all I heard Professor Xu Long is the Chief of Anesthesiology at Xiangya Hospital, adorable thick-skinnedness...

After the two entered the operating room again, Liu Huanglong and Deng Yong on the operating table very tacitly stepped down to eat.

But Yuan Weihong did not move.

He continued solemnly filling the entire process, waiting until Deng Yong and Liu Huanglong returned before he went down to the operating room to eat.

……

After experiencing four hours of debridement and anatomical muscle relaxation, Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian finally arrived at a relatively familiar domain.

To describe accurately, it should be Fang Ziye's relatively more familiar domain, which is the starting node of Yan Chu's previous surgery — the ankle joint and foot.

Although, previously Fang Ziye divided labor and collaborated with Deng Yong.

However, after Professor Deng Yong and Professor Liu Huanglong cooperated to perform two muscle relaxations, they felt their debridement capability was relatively insufficient, the muscles they relaxed were not as easy to use as those Fang Ziye relaxed, so they paused the continued debridement and relaxation process.

They switched to nerve and vessel incision and exposure, doing preoperative preparation for subsequent nerve and vessel transplant reconstruction.

Now, after Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian reached the ankle joint position, the two of them turned their gaze to the femoral nerve and sciatic nerve transplant reconstruction site at the thigh, counting it as re-debridement...

When time reached 13:53 in the afternoon, Nie Mingxian saw Fang Ziye grip his right dominant hand fingers again, and actively proposed: "Ziye, shall we switch? You rest a bit?"

Fang Ziye heard this, raised his head to look at Nie Mingxian.

At the same time, even Liu Huanglong and Deng Yong looked at Nie Mingxian in disbelief, not expecting the other party would actually actively propose this.

Liu Huanglong actively spoke: "Mingxian, you try a couple times first. Let Ziye rest a while."

This both gave Nie Mingxian an opportunity, and gave Nie Mingxian a way out.

This mangled extremity postoperative functional reconstruction, not a shred of negligence allowed.

Cannot give special privileges just because Nie Mingxian came following his Liu Huanglong.

Previously, Liu Huanglong had carefully examined Nie Mingxian's basic skills, Nie Mingxian's basic skills were not outstanding enough to be on par with Fang Ziye.

Even compared to Yuan Weihong, they were slightly lacking in fire candidate, only barely reaching the threshold of mastery.

With so many people on the platform not actively requesting, Nie Mingxian proposing to replace Fang Ziye at this moment clearly treated Professor Deng Yong's previous polite words as fact.

Undeniable fact is, in front of Nie Mingxian, Yuan Weihong's talent appears slightly inferior, if Qin Geluo this Junior Attending whose debridement and hemostasis haven't reached mastery is compared with Nie Mingxian, it highlights Nie Mingxian's preciousness even more.

However, surgery is immediate, for already mature techniques you can imitate a bit, superiors can allow bottom, but for immature techniques, rash operation is definitely immature.

Similar attempts, Deng Yong and Liu Huanglong both did, for further improvement of operation quality, both actively stopped debridement, just to make way for Fang Ziye...

However, when Nie Mingxian picked up the willow leaf knife and started debridement, the four pairs of eyes on the operating table all became wide and round.

Fang Ziye quick-eyed and fast-handed opened the surgical field to a position more convenient for Nie Mingxian to operate, then continued observing Nie Mingxian's operation —

Nie Mingxian's current operation technique, no different from the 'Mangled Extremity Debridement Technique' method Fang Ziye previously displayed, only proficiency slightly lacking, estimated at Level 2, Level 3.

Fang Ziye did not have enough time to systematically organize the performance form of each level of 'Mangled Extremity Debridement Technique', his improvement goes through add points, not step by step progression.

"Ah! This?" Yuan Weihong retreated half a step, hands pinched tight, bulging mouth propped up the mask in front of his mouth several degrees, thick pondering sound emitted from mouth, wanting to speak but stopping.

After reaching a certain level of skill, what grows first is vision, that is being able to see the exquisiteness of others' operations, only then reaching.

Yuan Weihong and the others can all discover, Fang Ziye's debridement technique, compared to previous pure basic skills, underwent a formal change, quantitative change once again caused qualitative change.

Such performance form can be learned, but not immediately learnable.

This is their thought.

However, seemingly Nie Mingxian's move far shattered their cognition of the surgical technique learning curve.

Liu Huanglong seeing this, gaze also pondered, low voice explained: "Mingxian originally was Eight-Year Program, later changed to Seven-Year Program Master's graduate, started work at twenty-five."

"According to news I inquired, at twenty-five his Vascular Surgery some basic skills and professional techniques already reached 'Mastery' level, his supervisor extremely reluctant."

"At employment, to strive for more talent introduction rewards, Mingxian transferred from Vascular Surgery to Anesthesiology for employment, again used roughly three to four years time, reached Mastery level."

"This is our Peking Union Medical College Hospital Anesthesiology professor personally certified..."

Hearing here, Xu Long immediately broke defense and interrupted: "Your hospital Anesthesiology professors how so cowardly?"

"If it were me."

Xu Long spoke halfway, stopped by Liu Huanglong's voiced intervention.

High piercing sound immediately came to abrupt halt.

Deng Yong tilted head away, tone unkind: "Professor Xu, I respect you as Anesthesiology professor, but before I opened the table I reminded you, can speak, but must watch proportion, don't disturb our surgery, this is the most basic quality of an operating room! ~"

"If cannot control your own volume, our operating room has VIP lounge, thank you! ~"

Speaking is speaking, why so loud?

Liu Huanglong was low-voiced explaining, tone calm without waves.

Xu Long also rebutted until no temper.

Wrong was him, Xu Long admits.

But Xu Long's heart not calm —

Such a good Anesthesiology seedling, Peking Union Medical College Hospital professor encountered, actually didn't forcibly snatch, what are they eating?

If it were Xu Long, at that time, Nie Mingxian absolutely would have been abducted by him.

Twenty-first century, what most important, talent most important!!!

Liu Huanglong continued: "Later, Mingxian worked several more years, until thirty-two, only then had opportunity to go study Doctorate."

Liu Huanglong peacefully described Nie Mingxian's past resume once through.

After speaking, Liu Huanglong saw a very striking scene.

Yuan Weihong slightly lowered head, Professor Deng Yong scraping back and forth on Nie Mingxian, Fang Ziye then thoughtful, seriously staring at Nie Mingxian's hand, motionless, Nie Mingxian himself then seriously imitating Fang Ziye's previous debridement, slow and forceful, move then no doubt.

Before anesthesia table, a somewhat pretty girl stood up with hands behind back, slightly raised head to look at shadowless lamp, unknown what thinking.

Before surgical timer panel, a medium-height, very young-looking Lan Tianluo stood up, approached operating table, then tiptoed to peer through gap at Nie Mingxian's operation.

The rest, then first lowered heads a moment, then approached to observe...

This is a quite interesting operating room; Liu Huanglong hasn't been here long, but he has a general impression of the group's members.

Fang Ziye's talent is peerless — grounded but not hellish, not arrogant, yet not the slightest bit "humble"; with Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong backing him, Fang Ziye is like a fish in water in the department……

Next, the one Liu Huanglong most acknowledges is Luo Tingzhu; it's just that Xiao Luo left Trauma Surgery for Anesthesiology, so we'll leave that aside for now.

After that, Liu Huanglong finds Lan Tianluo a bit inscrutable; from what he hears from people in the group, Lan Tianluo's main focus is research, clinical work comes second.

Yet Liu Huanglong always feels Lan Tianluo's talent is not inferior to Luo Tingzhu's, perhaps even higher, but for some reason this young man is deliberately hiding his skill.

Later, Liu Huanglong went to inquire and investigate, and only then did he learn the real situation.

Lan Tianluo — he doesn't want to waste any of his talent, but because time is limited, he's unwilling to spend more time on clinical work, only doing the research side better; he plans to focus on basic research from now on.

Liu Huanglong asked why; Lan — if he didn't arrange his time like this, he'd have no time to manage his own team……

At this moment, Liu Huanglong finally realized that the geniuses of this world can actually be terrifying……

Liu Huanglong's thoughts were interrupted by Nie Mingxian; after he finished the muscle relaxation and debridement of half a tendon, he paused.

"Ziye, I probably only learned the basics, but whether the quality passes muster, you'll have to take a look. If not, we'll take a halftime break; if it's barely enough, I can continue putting in some effort." Nie Mingxian's tone held no arrogance, nor false modesty.

What's learned is learned; Nie Mingxian has learned a lot.

To stand out at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, how could you win a big shot's appreciation without some real skill?

So many geniuses have come out of Peking Union Medical College Hospital, the level is so high, so many professors have arrogant tempers, yet Nie Mingxian can make professors here come up with some not-so-"bright" ideas just to pull him back!

An ordinary genius — keepable or not — your own teachers wouldn't even look at you properly; how could they possibly risk arranging underhanded schemes for you?

Fang Ziye nodded: "It works, Xian-ge."

Nie Mingxian didn't ask further, just picked up the willow leaf knife in his hand again, repeating the previous operation, cutting away the scar tissue between the muscles bit by bit.

The more he operated, the more Nie Mingxian discovered that Fang Ziye could break convention and develop this kind of scar debridement technique — it's simply a genius's idea, a genius's train of thought!

Of course, being able to partner and learn with such a person is quite interesting, because there are always incredible gains.

Watching Nie Mingxian continue operating, Deng Yong and the others could only take a deep breath and admit that the group had gained a genius who could barely "compare" to Fang Ziye.

Barely compare, not contend.

Compare means the difference isn't great; contend means evenly matched — the two meanings are still different.

Naturally, if Nie Mingxian truly compared pure talent with Fang Ziye, in outsiders' eyes, he'd still fall a bit short.

But if Nie Mingxian doesn't compare pure talent with Fang Ziye, even Liu Huanglong would have to step aside a little……

This is good news! ~

"Professor Liu, since the debridement exploration here doesn't need us anymore, let's go directly harvest the graft material for the nerve transplant." Deng Yong's confidence grew even stronger.

The current situation is: the more talent the team has, the better.

Deng Yong's team is no longer what it used to be.

Back then, the total number of talents exceeded the total resources Deng Yong could distribute, so his students all lived hand-to-mouth.

But now it's different; the funding Deng Yong secured from the hospital can fully supply many people to "wreak havoc"; although it can't match the biggest, most famous teams in the hospital, given enough time, Deng Yong can become a bigger, more famous team.

Without resources, having too many talents is actually a tremendous pain and torment for the leader.

Would you want to delay your students' futures because of your own incompetence?

Would you want to only sigh "ruining a prodigy" because you can't get money?

No teacher is willing to accept that.

Liu Huanglong nodded, and he and Deng Yong shifted to the opposite side.

In a lowered voice he said: "Teacher Deng, Mingxian might still have to go back, so we need to come up with a more thorough plan."

"Meeting is fate; as long as Mingxian himself is willing to stay, then whether it's him, or his master or grandmaster, it's all negotiable."

Liu Huanglong finally expressed his stance to Deng Yong, hoping Deng Yong would work with him to keep Nie Mingxian in Han City.

Not necessarily keeping him in the team — just keeping him in Han City, everyone has a chance to cooperate.

"I'll plan it slowly." Deng Yong nodded.

……

Below the operating table, Xu Long slowly approached Ceng Quanming and Luo Tingzhu, asking in a low voice: "What just happened up there? Is Young Nie's operative technique very difficult?"

Ceng Quanming had no way to answer; he's just an Anesthesiology expert, his understanding of Trauma Surgery specialization is naturally not as deep as Luo Tingzhu's.

Luo Tingzhu let go of his crossed hands and sat down.

"Neither Professor Deng nor Professor Liu learned it; Director Nie watched once, watched for two or three hours, and then operated in a proper, standard manner."

"This operative technique is very difficult; it's absolutely original." The one who developed the new technique is her boyfriend, so Luo Tingzhu naturally praises him a few simple sentences.

"Just by watching a few glances, he could learn the specific operative mode — the difficulty is so high it cannot be simulated."

Luo Tingzhu almost explicitly said: we also watched Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian do nerve block anesthesia, even told you the theory, and we still can't learn it immediately.

Nie Mingxian didn't know the theory; just by watching the operation he learned it — such aptitude is truly extraordinary.

Xu Long immediately fell silent, his eyes burning even hotter, but burning eyes can only leave one's face unrecognizable, utterly useless.

Cursing in a low voice: "Dog luck is really good, this Professor Deng, at least he's gathered several eras' top-tier geniuses in one body……"

There are many geniuses in this world; every class has a few with exceptionally good talent.

Perhaps unknown now, by the time they become world-famous, they're already covered in honors, but most of the time, they're scattered.

Xiangya Hospital also has such geniuses; they're naturally successful and famous now, some got Academician Nominations, many got Changjiang Scholar awards, they were all the cream of the crop back then.

However, currently there aren't many hospitals where talents cluster like this.

A team encounters one such person every few years, or even one every five or six years, ten years — that team can stay evergreen for decades.

This Deng Yong, dog life is really good!

Xu Long's resentful gaze stabbed at Deng Yong, wishing he could quarter him, then have the team disintegrate and collapse, so he could directly snatch Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian away.

Talent recruitment directly give one million, department another five hundred thousand, research startup fund three million……

Xu Long began his own daydreaming.

"Senior Brother Nie, this kind of corner area isn't suitable for a sawtooth debridement mode; an arc-shaped one would be more reasonable."

"The essence of the debridement technique lies in shape management; do you acknowledge this?" Fang Ziye offered a word of guidance.

Nie Mingxian was very receptive to advice; with just a slight hint from Fang Ziye, he corrected his own operation mode.

Following that, he said: "Ziye, does our hospital have an animal experiment center? I want to make a few rabbits with stiff lower limbs myself and dissect them."

Nie Mingxian spoke as if it were a daily meal, clearly he had often enjoyed such resources before.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "This really doesn't exist."

Yuan Weihong, understanding immediately, then said: "No no no, this can be had. Mingxian, don't listen to him."

Nie Mingxian paused his operation slightly, looking at Fang Ziye: "So Ziye, you've never practiced your operations on animals, relying entirely on the transfer of your own basic skills to achieve your current operational proficiency accumulation."

Finishing speaking, Nie Mingxian directly raised his thumb.

"So I'll just learn!" After the joke, Nie Mingxian had already finished the debridement of the tibialis anterior muscle group, and very keenly threw a higher-end thinking mode to everyone.

"Fang Ziye's original innovation capability, you all must protect well; this is the true core backbone."

Fang Ziye, meanwhile, was pondering Nie Mingxian's current thoughts and ideas.

Nie Mingxian was very strange.

By rights, a 'genius' like Nie Mingxian should be a bit aloof; he should want to squeeze toward the exact center.

But unexpectedly, Nie Mingxian didn't seem to mind being a shadow, or a supporting role like a worker; why was this?

Could it be related to Nie Mingxian's experience at Peking Union Medical College Hospital? Related to his teacher? Related to his teacher's experience?

This topic was a bit far from the present.

Concepts, theories, dreams, pursuit...

Be a good doctor first; discuss such things later.

Around two-thirty, Nie Mingxian saw Fang Ziye's fingers dancing again, and could tell Fang Ziye had rested well; he grinned and said with stable emotions: "Circulating Teacher, change to a round blade."

This was already the eighth blade changed.

Such a massive workload of debridement also consumed blades greatly.

The knife in a doctor's hand must be sharp; merely being relatively sharp won't do.

Doing surgery with a dull knife is even more terrifying than killing with a dull knife.

"Round knife, here—!" The instrument nurse immediately handed over the new tray, and at the same time presented the round knife's handle facing away from Fang Ziye.

Simultaneously, she signaled Nie Mingxian to throw the discarded round knife into the kidney dish.

A major surgery, if there's only one knife, proves it's not a major surgery; three or four are very normal.

As long as the instrument counts up and down match, and no blades are lost, it's all reasonable.

Fang Ziye wasn't polite either, continuing to advance the debridement and muscle relaxation technique further into the more complex foot...

When Fang Ziye's operation neared the final stage of the debridement technique, Jie Han, standing by the operating table, asked: "Senior Brother, with large-area use of hyaluronic acid and dexamethasone local infiltration, would it reduce the postoperative re-adhesion probability and scar hyperplasia rate?"

Fang Ziye heard this, raised his head, and shook his head: "This I don't know; sports medicine has experience using dexamethasone and hyaluronic acid for tendon damage and joint cleanup postoperatively."

"But whether large-area use is applicable, whether it increases infection probability, is a long-term problem worthy of discussion."

"We currently cannot measure two unknown variables simultaneously!"

Jie Han nodded, then stepped back slightly, and spoke no further.

In the afternoon, at 4:11 PM, Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian finally completed the debridement technique from the lower thigh down to the toe tendon adhesions.

And completed exploratory surgery on almost all blood vessels and nerves.

The total surgical time so far, including lunch, reached a full seven hours fifty-five minutes.

On the other side, Liu Huanglong and Teacher Deng, after finishing nerve grafting and tendon repair preparations, had already stepped down to rest for a while.

Seeing Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian both throw their willow leaf knives and forceps into the kidney dish, the two rose at the sound.

"You rest first, do some hand muscle relaxation exercises, protect your hands well; the subsequent operations will be handed to us."

"Yan Zhiming, Li Yuanpei. Jie Han, scrub in; others go eat first, those wanting to go to the training room can go too..." Teacher Deng gave an order, arranging the whereabouts of everyone in the operating room thoroughly.

(Chapter End)