Chapter 420

"Senior Brother Nie, that thing you just showed on the operating table — does that count as a motor-skill version of photographic memory?" Lan Tianluo squeezed in among the eating crowd, looking a bit curious.

Hearing that Lan Tianluo actually had the attention to spare for Nie Mingxian, he tilted his head to look at Lan Tianluo and unexpectedly discovered a point about himself that he hadn't noticed for a long time.

Lan Tianluo's ears weren't big, but his earlobes were large enough to droop a little, quite mismatched with Lan Tianluo's young, tender face.

Nie Mingxian relaxed his two hands leisurely, walking from the operating room passage toward the changing room: "It's not that exaggerated; I just have strong imitation ability."

"Photographic memory can recite the original text verbatim; I can't even count as a pirated copy."

Immediately after, Nie Mingxian looked around at the few people nearby — all younger than himself — and sighed: "Youth is wonderful!"

This instinctive line from Nie Mingxian made even himself barely hold it together; the stinging in his eye sockets nearly broke his defenses.

Time is peaceful, but the years wait for no one.

If time rewound six or seven years, it would be Nie Mingxian's prime; now, Nie Mingxian already counts as a middle-aged youth stepping into middle age, no longer able to claim youth.

And the current Nie Mingxian still needs to learn from a group of young juniors; the flavor of that, these young "younger brothers" find hard to experience.

"Senior Brother Nie's age isn't that big either. He looks like he's in his early twenties, right?" Fang Ziye asked with a smile, looking at the surrounding junior brothers.

Doctoral-sequence Yan Zhiming and Li Yuanpei, PhD-candidate-sequence Jie Han were kept at the operating table; Jie Han's classmate Zhu Yunwen was punished out of the bed-management sequence, delayed graduation by one year, long-term stuck in the operating room.

Therefore, the current junior brothers are just second-year Lan Tianluo, first-year Liu Haihua, and a pre-master's, Han City University undergrad, Teacher Deng's prospective new master's student Gong Luoyuan.

Gong Luoyuan counts as the bottom-most junior brother, but he is extremely smooth and sensible: "Senior Brother Nie's legends, we junior brothers have all heard of them to some extent."

Nie Mingxian tilted his head, his upper body shaking a bit amusingly: "Is that so? Little Gong, you've even heard of me?"

Finished speaking, his gaze pressed onto Gong Luoyuan.

Nie Mingxian, an Eight-Year Program transfer to Seven-Year Program at Peking Union Medical College Hospital — for Gong Luoyuan to hear Nie Mingxian's legends at Han City University, Nie Mingxian was quite interested.

Gong Luoyuan, name very easy to understand: father surnamed Gong, mother surnamed Luo, born in the first lunar month. A bona fide orthopedics big-man build, 1.9 meters tall, 190 jin of bulk; when he went downstairs one could almost feel the cement floor tremble lightly.

Gong Luoyuan looked at the two senior brothers, but the other side had zero reaction, so he nodded: "Mhm! ~"

Nie Mingxian stepped back two steps, then went up two more flights of stairs, patted Gong Luoyuan's cap, and pressed: "You sure?"

"Mhm! ~"

Although Gong Luoyuan was "profaned," he still nodded sensibly to acknowledge Nie Mingxian's question.

Gong Luoyuan had just arrived; his grasp of internal personnel relations wasn't yet clear; Fang Ziye and the others couldn't bear to watch.

"Good junior brother! ~" Nie Mingxian rubbed Gong Luoyuan's head again, laughing sheepishly.

Then he actively walked forward a few steps, walking side by side with Fang Ziye, chatting toward the next topic.

Liu Haihua hurriedly cupped his ears and explained a few sentences to Gong Luoyuan; Gong Luoyuan's whole person froze — only then did he realize his flattery had landed squarely on the "horse. whip."

It didn't connect at all.

Arriving at the meal room, after getting food, the four people naturally squeezed at one table; Nie Mingxian pointed at Liu Haihua and said: "Haihua, you go next door, give my good junior brother a seat, let us get close."

Liu Haihua's food tray had just been put down, but seeing Nie Mingxian's expression serious, he could only aggrievedly pick up the tray again and walk to the wall-side dining table next door.

Gong Luoyuan's expression at this moment was even more aggrieved than Liu Haihua's; a 190-jin kid, face flushed red with embarrassment.

Not knowing how to handle things, he sat bolt upright on the stool, not even daring to start shoveling rice.

Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo sat facing each other, diagonally across from Nie Mingxian.

Said: "Luoyuan, you dumb? Why not hurry up and call Senior Brother?"

"Senior Brother Fang, can this be called?" Gong Luoyuan still thought Fang Ziye was being sarcastic.

Fang Ziye said: "Why can't it be called? Call it."

"Senior Brother Nie." Gong Luoyuan believed Fang Ziye's words, thickened his face and shouted once.

Nie Mingxian nodded: "That's right. We're just saying, if you act, act the full set; fake acting real or real acting fake, both fine, right? Gong Junior Brother."

Gong Luoyuan at this moment was completely at a loss, only nodding left, then burying his head to shovel rice.

Gong Luoyuan is only twenty-three; no matter how open his mindset, he's still no match for Nie Mingxian.

Anyone facing a senior nine years older will more or less carry some respect.

Nie Mingxian brought the topic back: "Ziye, if you had to express debridement theory in a comparatively detailed theoretical form, roughly how much time would you need to spend?"

Operational theorization is a step that must be taken.

Operations that cannot be theorized possess no transmissibility, nor any learnability.

In medicine, a technique becoming an "unique skill" is not a good thing.

"Senior Brother Nie, today's thing doesn't count as 'Mangled Extremity Debridement Technique'."

"Mangled extremity debridement must be performed on a mangled extremity patient, and be highly practical, before it can be defined."

"Today's debridement technique, accurately speaking, should be postoperative stiffness release technique, an extended form of debridement technique." Fang Ziye explained very rigorously.

Whether muscle damage or tendon damage, both are suturing techniques; muscle suturing might also apply tendon suturing operations, but this kind of lateral-shift suturing operation's effect is definitely not the most perfect operative posture.

Nie Mingxian heard this, brows furrowing slightly.

Put down his chopsticks, tilted his head thoughtfully, then the tightly knit brows relaxed: "Then last time, the debridement you did for our department's Bed 13 — that counted as real debridement technique?"

Only then did Fang Ziye nod: "Senior Brother Nie, I've finally discovered the charm of that sentence."

"The more you learn the more afraid, the more you learn the more you feel the branches you still need to learn multiply, the more you learn the more you feel your own capability insufficient, the more you learn, the more you feel yourself sufficiently tiny."

Fang Ziye's voice interrupted Lan Tianluo and Gong Luoyuan's eating; Gong Luoyuan also raised his head.

Tilting his head to look at Fang Ziye, his eyes brimming with "attack intent," really wanting to jump up and slap Fang Ziye hard, then roar: "You motherfucker showing off."

However, Fang Ziye's expression and face remained sufficiently serious, tone steady: "Mangled extremity patients, if every single step of the operation can be done to the extreme..."

"I believe the final function could even recover to seventy to eighty percent of the original, not just around sixty."

"I now look back at the previous Yan Chu; I feel that if I operated on her once more, I'm confident I could raise her functional recovery from sixty percent to seventy percent!"

"But just because of a few days before and after..."

Fang Ziye turned his hand over, didn't continue speaking.

Nie Mingxian heard this, took a deep breath, nodded in agreement: "Ziye, you being able to think this way means your ideological realm has already sublimated."

"When I was in graduate school, my teacher told me about a concept. He said, if possible, he really hoped to develop a set of simplified tools so that all vascular surgeons could easily complete aortic dissection surgery."

"When I was working, our Anesthesiology Department director said, he said if possible, he really hoped that everyone in the department could be more versatile, using more exquisite operational techniques to give patients more cost-effective, premium anesthesia techniques."

"The entire perioperative experience can be maximized, and perioperative analgesia can be brought to its extreme."

"When I went to study again, I was fortunate to meet another teacher. He told me, if possible, he hoped our country could have more professional vascular surgeons, evenly distributed nationwide."

After Nie Mingxian finished speaking, Fang Ziye and the others all closed their eyes and pondered for a while.

It was very obvious that what Nie Mingxian wanted to tell everyone was not these few sentences spoken by these few people.

Roughly thirty seconds passed, Lan Tianluo touched his chin and said: "Xian Ge, in terms of underlying logic, theory is greater than technique, which is greater than tool."

"Theory is the foundation, technique is the form of expression, tool is the outermost vector, the one with the least technical content."

"However, it is precisely the one with the least technical content that actually requires predecessors to complete a large amount of sufficient, ahead-of-its-time theoretical and operational preparation and compression."

"Right, it is the compression of theory and operation."

"Just like a car, from hand-crank start, to key start, to push-button start, it becomes more and more convenient."

"Convenience is for the service experience, but for an even better service experience, there must be several generations of people who condensed their heart and blood into creating and compressing it inside."

"The most cutting-edge embodiment of this extreme application currently is the crystal core."

Hearing Lan Tianluo's analogy, Nie Mingxian looked at Fang Ziye: "Ziye, didn't you say your group's Jie Han is a very interesting person?"

"I feel Tianluo is more interesting than Jie Han?"

Fang Ziye replied with slight embarrassment: "Fellow Trainee Jie is responsible for raising questions; whether there are answers, he ignores. Tianluo basically digs the pit and buries it."

Jie Han is a very peculiar person; he is very excellent, this point Fang Ziye cannot deny.

Jie Han's questions have no answers; they are certainly "tricky" questions that current technological level and research capability cannot answer.

Lan Tianluo's questions are not many, but every one hits the nail on the head.

Just being fellow disciples, Fang Ziye also couldn't bring himself to complain powerlessly; if one day Jie Han can also grasp the proper degree of questioning, then the driving force Jie Han brings to the team will be unmatched by anyone.

"Let's eat first, Xian Ge. We'll chat more when we have time later."

"If there's a chance, chatting while drinking tea, chatting while drinking wine, that would be a very comfortable thing." Fang Ziye proposed.

"Good!" Nie Mingxian nodded with a smile, also quite looking forward to this moment.

Three or two good friends, all are good at chatting.

People you can chat with count as confidants.

Confidants don't necessarily have to be old friends; old friends are old friends, confidants are confidants.

Meeting with a smile, a cup of tea, a feast of wine, and you can speak freely — this is what many people pursue.

Naturally, in reality, such situations are rare, because people who understand you are very few, and people whose concepts align with yours, whose thoughts are the same as yours, are even fewer.

You speak without reservation to others, open your heart, and they think you're a clown — how can you chat like that...

After Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian's group entered the operating room again, Deng Yong and Liu Huanglong took turns coming down to eat; Yuan Weihong, Qin Geluo, Yan Zhiming, Jie Han and others remained on the platform.

Fang Ziye glanced at the remaining operations on the operating table, then while putting on the sterile surgical gown, handed the gown ties to the instrument nurse and turned around with a beaming smile to ask: "Teacher Liu, this nerve anastomosis, can I do a few stitches?"

"Sure, no problem! ~"

After Liu Huanglong nodded in agreement, he turned his head to look at Ceng Quanming: "Oh, Director Ceng, remember to give the patient more electrolyte supplementation. This surgery has already lasted quite a while; energy needs to be replenished well."

"Okay, have been supplementing continuously, have been checking continuously." Ceng Quanming nodded lazily.

Then he looked at Professor Xu Long and asked in a low voice: "Professor Xu, shall we go eat?"

At this moment Professor Xu Long's face was full of resentment, as if a little wife whose husband was snatched away, or a child whose lollipop was snatched, looking aggrieved at Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian on the platform.

Finally he sighed: "Let's go, let's go eat."

Professor Xu Long at this moment seemed to have completed the closed loop of learning.

The world mostly knows: Guan guan the ospreys, on the river islet; gentle and fair the maiden, the gentleman's good match.

But the world rarely knows: Gentle and fair the maiden, waking and sleeping he seeks her. Seeking but not getting, waking and sleeping he thinks of her. Long, long, tossing and turning... qin and se befriend her... bells and drums delight her...

In modern words, it's simping without getting her.

"Let's go, let's go eat." Xu Long repeated once more.

Ceng Quanming was a bit baffled, looked at Professor Xu Long, and for a moment actually didn't know what to say.

After leaving the operating room door, Professor Xu Long let out a long sigh, rubbed his face with his right palm, and relaxed that string in his heart.

"Teacher Xu, are you okay?" Ceng Quanming was a bit worried about Xu Long.

Xu Long is seven or eight years older than Ceng Quanming, approaching retirement this year.

Ceng Quanming just reached the age of knowing heaven's mandate, following behind Xu Long, afraid Xu Long would develop psychological problems at Zhongnan Hospital.

Xu Long shook his head and said: "It's fine, Professor Ceng, you don't need to worry. Let's go eat first."

"After eating, I have to take the high-speed rail back. From now on it'll just be intermittent visits to study; still have to trouble Professor Xu to take care."

After composing his emotions, Xu Long strode forward.

Xu Long originally thought that after coming to Zhongnan Hospital, he had a certain chance to abduct Fang Ziye to Xiangya Hospital, and then impart all his lifelong learning without reservation.

But in the end, it was merely his own wishful thinking.

Fang Ziye has already found his own positioning value; the suddenly appearing Nie Mingxian also already has his own choices and ideas. The two are destined to only be passersby Xu Long encountered.

Exchanging and learning, teaching his own students well — that is the destination he should consider.

On the operating table, Nie Mingxian looked at Fang Ziye's suturing operation, pursed his lips and asked: "Ziye, didn't you say this surgery doesn't count as a mangled extremity?"

"Then why does your nerve anastomosis operation look not too similar to Professor Liu's?"

Nie Mingxian is a test-taking expert. Known: Liu Huanglong is a Hand Surgery expert, a super expert in Hand Surgery nerve anastomosis.

In Hubei Province's Hand Surgery peripheral nerve treatment field, he can at least rank top three or even reach the summit.

If Fang Ziye wanted to learn the management of peripheral nerve disease types, the first thing he had to do was simulate following Liu Huanglong's nerve suture method.

However, Fang Ziye didn't know if he was clueless or doing it on purpose; he was just not very consistent with Professor Liu Huanglong in terms of detail handling.

Also known: Fang Ziye was not a fool, nor was he someone who deliberately tried to be different.

Therefore, it could be deduced that there were only two possibilities for why Fang Ziye did this: one, Fang Ziye's talent was insufficient, his learning ability limited, so he was an outsider.

This thought had just risen when Nie Mingxian suppressed it.

If Fang Ziye counted as having insufficient talent, then the entire operating room team, every single one of them, why stay in the hospital? Hurry up and go home to farm; this doctor career can be quit!

Including him, Nie Mingxian.

It could only be the second possibility: Fang Ziye knew his own handling was better than Liu Huanglong's handling method.

The same can be analogized to tendon repair; the improved m-tang method is simply superior to the initial tang method suture!

Fang Ziye raised his head, lowered his voice: "Brother Xian, nerve damage — whether acute or chronic — as long as it's non-segmental damage, the handling modes are all much the same."

"After elective surgery scars heal, we also actively convert them into fresh trauma, don't we?"

Nie Mingxian's curiosity was completely hooked; if Fang Ziye didn't take the bait now, it would be a bit sorry for Big Brother Nie Mingxian.

Fang Ziye himself loved talent, and also hoped his team could be stronger.

Nie Mingxian was undoubtedly the optimal choice!

Fang Ziye's words were definitely flawless; anyone slightly familiar with elective nerve suture knows the nerve end scars must be excised to fresh tissue, then flat cut ends exposed, then nerve grafting completed.

And whether autograft donor or recipient, they are actually all fresh, just cut, just stripped of epineurium nerve segments.

Isn't this fresh damage?

Mangled extremity nerve management, primary management, certainly also requires excising necrotic portions, then connecting proximal and distal nerve ends via nerve grafting.

Already dead segments — absolutely no soft-heartedness; must adhere to the principle of 'deep-rooted illness must be cut out'; cannot leave necrotic tissue residue in the patient's body.

At least!

Before basic theory achieves a breakthrough, before there is a single drug that can make already dead or dying nerve tissue perfectly regenerate, excision followed by graft bridging is the optimal solution.

Such cut-end handling has nothing particularly different from secondary surgery.

In this way, Fang Ziye suturing it, the operation is naturally effortless!

Fang Ziye had already upgraded Mangled Extremity Nerve Suture to Level 4; this kind of operational proficiency was certainly not as high as Liu Huanglong's Nerve Suture.

But a "cat" compared to a dog in size, the cat certainly cannot compare; but when it comes to catching mice, even a juvenile cat is more professional than a dog — professional match!

You, a thirty-year veteran tailor, veteran butcher — do you dare do an appendectomy?

A twenty-two or twenty-three-year-old intern — as long as you give him the chance, there really are many who dare do it, and can pull it off.

Nie Mingxian's breathing quickened a few degrees again, lowered his voice to ask: "Ziye, then between your nerve suture and Professor Liu's nerve suture, whose is better?"

"Is it that your operation is better?" Nie Mingxian intensified his tone.

After Nie Mingxian intensified his tone, everyone on the platform looked toward the respected and adorable 'Ziye Senior Brother'.

Including Yan Zhiming, including Fang Ziye's classmate Li Yuanpei.

Nie Mingxian's statement, though exaggerated, was not the first time.

Just this afternoon, Fang Ziye's Debridement directly broke Deng Yong and the others' defenses; now Fang Ziye making them break defenses big-time again — though outrageous, it was also within reason.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Brother Xian, not that exaggerated!"

But after pondering a moment, Fang Ziye said again: "Might be slightly better by just a tiny bit."

The premise for Fang Ziye to activate Mangled Extremity Nerve Suture was that Nerve Suture and Vascular Anastomosis both reached Level 5.

Single-handedly, each could be slightly better than Professor Liu Huanglong by just a little bit.

Fang Ziye plus a Mangled Extremity Suture Level 4 bonus, 1+1>2.

Of course, although superior, in observable domains it's very hard to manifest; in patients' postoperative functional rehabilitation manifestation, it also won't show particularly obviously.

Fang Ziye currently estimates the gap at between sixty-five percent and seventy-five percent.

This gap exists, but won't be very obvious.

Actually, Liu Huanglong's Nerve Suture is already infinitely close to National Treasure Doctor level; at this level, taking one more step or not, the visualizable results aren't obvious.

It just shackles the upper limit a doctor can cross!

Of course, higher proficiency operations have wider applicability, can play huge roles in multiple operations, bursting out high-violence energy.

"Slightly better is not just slight." Nie Mingxian had already secretly concluded; his mood thoroughly chaotic.

When can that kind of realm be eaten as meals? You change one sample a day, sprout one a day, sprout one a day — sprouting diarrhea?

Nie Mingxian only hinted, but also let others experience the meaning within.

Naturally, in everyone's eyes, Fang Ziye had already become perverted to the point of numbness; if Fang Ziye gave birth to a kid now, everyone probably wouldn't find it inconceivable.

After all, Ziye Senior Brother — Step by Step High, Fang Xiao-te, 'Qing Dynasty Orphan' Whip-Wielding Eunuch (Pervert).

The last nickname was given to Fang Ziye by the junior trainees.

Both elegant and respectful.

First, Qing Dynasty whips are long, very similar to Fang Ziye's perverted dimensions. Second, perversion is hard to describe, so using Whip-Wielding Eunuch as analogy is quite apt.

Third, Whip-Wielding Eunuch — how many men's dream come true?

Therefore, four words perfectly embody everyone's complex psychology of envy, jealousy, etc. toward Fang Ziye's existence; hit it off perfectly, occasionally brought out for use in non-public private occasions!

This matter absolutely cannot be known by Fang Ziye.

Nie Mingxian and the others' emotions complex as they may be, Fang Ziye's operation continued.

Since he got Nerve Suture from Professor Liu Huanglong, and Fang Ziye also ate and rested a bit, he had also made the 'preparation' to no longer go on stage after Liu Huanglong enters the OR later.

Yuan Weihong at this moment sat steadily on the Fishing Terrace, looked around, full of kindred spirits: "Mingxian, speak less, watch more. Don't disturb the surgical progress."

Mood smug.

Eh, after Deng Yong, my Yuan Weihong's kindred spirits have added two more.

Nie Mingxian, three years younger than himself, counted as a peer; the other, Liu Huanglong, one year older than himself, also counted as a peer.

These were truly confidants one could chat and shoot the breeze with.

Hearing this, Nie Mingxian glanced at Yuan Weihong; Yuan Weihong's mood was calm, and after speaking he continued to maintain complete silence, as if he were a "vegetative person."

……

After Liu Huanglong and Deng Yong entered through the operating room door chatting and laughing, both were rubbing the secondary hand disinfectant on their hands while walking toward the sterile surgical gown package on the sterile storage shelf.

Liu Huanglong said: "Teacher Deng, you're still too humble. In Trauma Surgery, even if I'm not an elementary school student, I'm at most a middle school student; Teacher Deng, you're at least a university lecturer or even an Associate Professor."

"This gap, counting from high school, undergraduate, Master's Student, to Doctor, is at least three floors high, right?"

After becoming familiar with Deng Yong, Liu Huanglong started cracking jokes.

Then the two turned around, letting the Circulating Nurse help tie their collar straps respectively, while starting to put on sterile gloves; Deng Yong said: "Huanglong, this commercial mutual flattery is meaningless."

"Ten years ago, when you were a graduate student at Our Hospital, I'd already heard your name; back then, I even wanted to recruit you to Our Trauma Surgery."

"Exactly, almost got beaten up by your Hand Surgery's old senior Professor Zhu Weiguo. He."

As Deng Yong spoke, he noticed Liu Huanglong next to him had stiffened entirely, then his whole body trembled slightly.

His fingers and both feet, as if stricken with Parkinson's, began involuntary movements, looking like a doddering old man who would topple at a gust of wind.

"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

Rapid breathing sounds, completely transformed, utterly different from a normal person's rapid breathing, raised by at least eight degrees.

Following Liu Huanglong's gaze, Deng Yong discovered the focal point of Liu Huanglong's gaze was precisely the operating table where Fang Ziye was.

At the same time, Deng Yong took two steps forward, then tilted his head slightly, looking at Liu Huanglong's eyes — bloodshot veins covered them at some unknown time — and the mask before his nasal wings heaved rapidly from violent breathing!

Along with his upper body, rising and falling unsteadily.

"Huanglong? You okay?" This situation looked a bit like a myocardial infarction, and Liu Huanglong's expression also seemed pained; surely it wasn't a farce turning real?

Liu Huanglong didn't reply.

Deng Yong's face changed slightly, and he raised his tone further: "Liu Huanglong, you okay?"

"Luo Tingzhu, call Professor Zeng."

It was originally a joke; if his own negligence failed to distinguish Liu Huanglong's myocardial infarction or other cardiogenic disease, that would be a real farce.

Hearing this, Luo Tingzhu stood up in a single motion!

Fang Ziye on the operating table, hearing this, withdrew his hand and temporarily placed the sewing needle and needle holder into the kidney dish.

Everyone looked in unison toward Liu Huanglong's direction.

Only then did Liu Huanglong snap back, looking at Deng Yong, then at Fang Ziye, then at Yuan Weihong and the others.

"I'm fine, Teacher Deng."

"Sorry, just lost composure a moment ago."

"Scrub in." Liu Huanglong's tone was calm.

The pride in his heart was instantly shattered into a void by Fang Ziye.

Liu Huanglong realized his only solitary pride and pillar was already gone; he too had become an ordinary person, merely a slightly stronger ordinary person.

Before, Liu Huanglong had always regarded himself as the Group's "specialty student"; his nerve anastomosis was irreplaceable.

While everyone else were Fang Ziye's substitutes.

But in the end, he had misplaced his trust, imagined things too beautifully; Fang Ziye all this time had only been giving him face...

It wasn't that he couldn't do it, but that he didn't show it.

Anyone who dared say Fang Ziye had only improved recently, Liu Huanglong would risk violating the Public Security Administration Punishment Law to beat them up.

Only then did everyone regain calm, each starting their own operations and tasks.

After all, no one was a roundworm in Liu Huanglong's belly; they didn't know Liu Huanglong's tower of pride collapsed at this moment.

The towers of pride in their hearts had long been abused into fragments by Fang Ziye!

In the operating room, besides Liu Huanglong and Nie Mingxian, who wasn't watching closely as Fang Ziye went from a seemingly normal ordinary person, bit by bit turning perverse?

After Liu Huanglong scrubbed in, Fang Ziye would have to actively yield the lead surgeon position.

But Liu Huanglong instead said: "Doctor Yuan, you guys go eat first..."

As a Superior, caring for Subordinates is proper; in a team, mutual cooperation and respect are necessary.

Yuan Weihong just laughed hehe and led the team to step down.

Liu Huanglong's gaze just now, Liu Huanglong's behavior — he was all too familiar with them.

This teacher of his, upon first feeling Fang Ziye stand taller than himself, Yuan Weihong spent a full week restless, unable to eat or sleep, before finally adjusting his mindset.

Today's Yuan Weihong, in the matter of finding friends' amusement, was having a grand old time.

Immediately after, Liu Huanglong asked again: "Ziye, tired or not? If not tired, you continue operating?"

Deng Yong looked at Liu Huanglong, eyes nearly splitting at the corners.

Liu Huanglong looked at Deng Yong, with an added measure of empathy; quickly stepping down and walking out of the operating room, his voice to Subordinates loud and clear: "Hurry up hurry up, not active about going to eat, you lot are no good."

Yan Zhiming, Li Yuanpei, and Jie Han immediately accelerated a few notches.

Glancing at Yuan Weihong, he inexplicably felt Yuan Weihong's current "high-profile" was a bit baffling.

Could it be that Wei Ge, who had steadied his personality for a while, was coming back?

Yuan Weihong led the group and finally walked briskly out of the operating room.

In the operating room, Luo Tingzhu witnessed an inconceivable scene.

On the operating table, Fang Ziye nodded in response, surgery continued; Fang Ziye as Lead Surgeon, Liu Huanglong as First Assistant, Deng Yong as Second Assistant, performing the surgery's closure...

Finally, her boyfriend was still extremely excellent.

Finally, not long after arriving, Liu Huanglong, who once seemed "high and mighty" in everyone's eyes, also gained a touch of human world warmth.

Finally, this surgery lasting over ten hours was about to reach its conclusion, 迎来 inconceivable reversal and rebirth.

Of Course, after finally operating for over an hour, Fang Ziye's hands stiffened; he set down the Microsurgical Instruments in his hand, Tightened his trembling Right Hand, and said: "Professor Liu, I can't go on."

"If I keep operating, I might get muscle cramps."

Liu Huanglong immediately shook his Shoulder, retrieved the 'Careful Laugh' he had Packed for Duo Nian, and said: "No problem, there's still me."

(Chapter End)