Chapter 429: A Startling Glance, and She Is Already a Peerless Beauty (Please Subscribe)

When Fang Ziye finished the last surgery, the patient himself couldn't hold back first.

"Doc... doc... doctor, fun is fun, jokes are jokes, don't joke about surgery, okay?"

"What did you just call me?" As he spoke, Fang Ziye saw the patient's two hands start to poke restlessly at the sterile drape.

Both Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian were afraid the patient would fall, so they immediately lifted the sterile green drape covering the patient, and Fang Ziye immediately shouted: "Don't move yet, my hands are dirty."

A youth in his twenties who relied on his face revealed his true appearance; the small moles on his left and right cheeks were trembling wildly with unease, but having received nerve block anesthesia, he used his left hand to firmly grab Fang Ziye's right wrist.

His voice was tense, on the verge of tears: "Doctor, don't scare me. Compared to you all who are per-person Doctors, I have no education, but I still know that a fracture needs surgery, and then internal fixation in the operating room, ding-ding-dong-dong."

"Can we not joke anymore? Although I did like to joke a bit a few days ago."

Nie Mingxian looked at the 'social butterfly' who had been lively and cheerful in the ward and 'went back and forth' with Yuan Weihong, his flat-nosed face scared into a bitter gourd face, so he patted his shoulder.

"Brother, don't be nervous. You've come to a proper hospital. This is our Surgery Department's operating room. Your surgery was live-streamed in front of orthopedic doctors from the whole province the entire time. What are you afraid of?"

"There are no tricks here, no asking you to add money halfway through."

"Didn't we chat before? If the quality of closed reduction is very good, then there's no need for open reduction internal fixation with an incision."

The professional barrier of medicine is too high; even non-orthopedic clinical doctors might be frightened by Fang Ziye's 'speed' and treatment method, let alone ordinary people with no medical foundation.

This is not something that can be solved by a careful preoperative talk alone.

The youth's brows gradually relaxed, the small moles on his cheeks each settling back into place: "Really?"

Fang Ziye said: "Really!"

"Why would I trick you? Do I think you're easy to bully and won't report me?"

"Your fracture reduction is already very good now. The post-reduction review X-ray is right here. After our professional assessment, your current situation only requires plaster external fixation surgery for assisted fixation."

"Professional matters should be left to professionals. Why worry about surgical quality?"

"Of course, after surgery, you must follow medical orders the whole way. Don't do things like getting out of bed to run in three days, or going to the football field to play ball in a week — deliberately looking for trouble."

"Current medical technology and understanding: fracture rehabilitation takes at least one month to three months. Specific time varies by individual constitution."

Right now, Fang Ziye only fears this patient will get stuck in a dead end or deliberately mess with him.

Having said no open surgical treatment, he might deliberately displace his own fracture — for example, getting someone else to forcibly 'twist' it for him on the hospital bed!

The youth looked seriously into Fang Ziye's eyes; Fang Ziye was very calm.

Then he turned his head to look into Nie Mingxian's eyes as they spoke; Nie Mingxian was also very calm. After the two big men stared at each other for a few moments.

Nie Mingxian asked: "Brother, can we put on the plaster now?"

"Think about it: if this surgery had any problems, would we dare to live-stream it in front of peers? Right?"

The youth's anxious heart finally settled. His stiff hands obediently lay flat at his sides. He gazed flatly at the ceiling and sighed deeply: "Alright then. You're the doctors, I'll listen to you."

Seeming to have become a "corpse" at others' mercy, but just a few seconds passed.

The youth then said: "Doctor Fang, my friend said your technique is very good, but I absolutely never expected it could be good to this extent."

"This is too good!"

The youth himself surveyed the entire surgery —

At 9:45 he was pushed from the ward to the operating room, arriving at the operating room doorway at 10:00 sharp. After entering the pre-anesthesia room until 10:05, anesthesia began. Spinal anesthesia lasted until 10:20.

At 10:25 he started waiting in the operating room, waiting all the way until 10:27, before a surgical doctor finally came in to manage him.

The youth probably only heard these few sentences.

"Numb yet?" Person 1.

"Numb." Anesthesiologist.

"Let's do closed reduction first." Person 2.

"Fluoroscopy." Person 2.

"Results are out." Unknown who.

"Good, put on the plaster." Also unknown who was speaking.

This is f***ing really surgery, not kidney theft?

……

"What's your friend's name?" Fang Ziye actively helped fix the plaster and lower limb for the patient, making it convenient for Nie Mingxian to wrap the gauze.

"Oh, he's a Master's Student from your hospital, Internal Medicine. Called Xu Ping. Doctor Fang, you definitely don't know him."

"I'm only twenty-five this year. He just started grad school, maybe only one year. I forgot." The youth replied, then added for no reason.

"Doctor, the quality of this treatment, no problem, right?"

Fang Ziye really didn't know this Xu Ping's fellow trainee, so he answered the second question, joking back: "How about we still make an incision then? You're so suspicious. If I don't give you open reduction, you'll either find trouble for me or develop anxiety disorder."

"No way..." The youth waved his hands repeatedly in rebuttal.

……

After surgery ended, the patient was pushed back to the ward by the bed management doctor.

"Xian Ge, you go rest a bit. I'll go to Emergency to assist Professor Xie. Still have to go to the conference venue this afternoon. You can go straight to the Trauma Center Emergency Clinic tonight." Fang Ziye took off his scrub suit while speaking, baring his chest and abdomen.

Nie Mingxian was half a beat slower than Fang Ziye; the green scrub suit wrapped around his head.

After taking it off, he threw it directly on the ground, while taking clothes from the cabinet: "Works too."

Then he joked again: "Being free-ridden by one person barely counts as chastity. Being free-ridden by a group sounds a bit dissolute, right?"

Nie Mingxian currently counts as volunteer work, no salary.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye's motion of putting on pants paused slightly, then he stuck his butt out, made space in front, pulled them up, looked left and right: "Xian Ge, if others hear this kind of talk, it's very easy to cause misunderstandings."

"But Xian Ge, how about it? You register a name in our lab, I..."

Nie Mingxian here also put on his seven-tenths pants, tilted his head: "Forget it. Name not proper, words not smooth. More trouble later."

Finished speaking, Nie Mingxian started tying the drawstring, then said: "Ziye, you don't need psychological pressure either. Anyway, you won't take advantage for long."

Fang Ziye picked up the scrub suit and pants from the ground and walked halfway toward the cloth bucket. Hearing this, his steps faltered, then he continued forward, threw the clothes in, and walked out side by side with Nie Mingxian.

Asked: "Brother Xian, are you planning to go back?"

Nie Mingxian is not Liu Huanglong's person, nor is he Huazhong University of Science and Technology's person, and even less is he Han City University's person; his current identity is a Doctor at Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

He is a Free Agent.

Although both Deng Yong and Liu Huanglong have the intention to keep Nie Mingxian, Nie Mingxian also has the "freedom" not to stay.

"Yeah, planning roughly for September, or after November to go back."

"No matter how difficult the path, one must walk forward." Nie Mingxian's tone was firm.

"Then Brother Xian, is there still a possibility you'll come back?" Fang Ziye's expression was calm, his tone steady.

Nie Mingxian looked at Fang Ziye, then lowered his head to look at his own shoes: "Who can say clearly about future matters?"

"I'm just telling you my planning in advance; Ziye, you shouldn't be the type to burn bridges after crossing the river, or cherish your own broom, right?" Nie Mingxian asked this while sitting down to put on his shoes.

After asking, he frowned, because on the shoe rack some pair of shoes had an extremely heavy smell.

Fang Ziye hadn't replied yet, and the two had already finished putting on their shoes.

Nie Mingxian stood up in one motion: "Hurry up and go, this damn smell is too strong."

After the two came out of the operating room, Nie Mingxian didn't wait for Fang Ziye to pull the topic back, but rather "suavely" waved his hand and went downstairs from the Surgical Building.

Fang Ziye, on the other hand, headed toward the Orthopedics Building direction, walking toward the Emergency Department direction.

On the way, Fang Ziye looked left and right, only feeling the sun was extremely fierce, fierce to the point of being blinding. Fang Ziye involuntarily slowed his steps.

Of course, it was very hot outside; just this one stretch made him hot and sweaty with a bit of cold sweat.

Fang Ziye hurriedly sped up in the second half, and only after burrowing into the Emergency Department did he finally feel coolness invade his body again.

Han City's summer has never disappointed anyone.

……

Pushing open the Trauma Center Clinic door, Associate Professor Xie's hearty voice from a phone call assaulted Fang Ziye's ears; seeing Gong Ziming carefully sitting by the side, his wooden face immediately bloomed into a smile.

Gong Ziming stood up like a mime, yielding his seat to Fang Ziye, while he himself stood up to get a water cup and make tea for Fang Ziye.

After approaching, Fang Ziye patted Gong Ziming's shoulder, signaling the other party not to be so polite.

Gong Ziming merely pointed at the stool, then gestured a phone call gesture, then turned and went to make tea...

Xie Jinyuan at this moment also pointed at the stool beside him, replying into the phone: "Director Du, this I currently haven't heard of; perhaps Professor Deng has his own arrangements."

"I haven't been in the Department for nearly a year; I came to the Emergency Department. Yes, it's the Emergency Department."

"Mm, okay okay. Sorry sorry, you might need to go ask Professor Deng if there are Advanced Study slots."

"Okay okay, then let's temporarily leave it at that for now."

After Xie Jinyuan actively hung up the phone, he still didn't directly meet Fang Ziye's gaze, just lowered his head and hurriedly opened WeChat, saying: "Ziye, you didn't arrive at the conference venue, yet you blew up the venue directly."

"Blowing up the venue is one thing; I, this Trauma Surgery marginal figure who's been in the Emergency Department for nearly a year, my phone's been bombed right now; one can imagine, the other people's phones in the Department are probably also undergoing a round of bombing."

After Xie Jinyuan finished speaking, seeing Fang Ziye about to answer, he immediately extended his left hand signaling Fang Ziye to shut up, right hand pressed the voice button, brought the phone close to his mouth.

"Director Chen, you really put me in a spot; our Hospital's Advanced Study slots aren't managed by me; I'm already not in Trauma Surgery anymore, no way to help you. Truly sorry, my apologies! ~"

"I myself want to go back for Advanced Study, truth." Xie Jinyuan replied with a bitter tone.

After replying, he said again: "Ziye, the person I just replied to, is a Municipal Bureau Office Director, drank together before."

"He has a nephew, also an Orthopedic Doctor, currently working at a hospital in Xian City; at that time he happened to be at the conference venue; now someone's calling saying he also wants to come for Advanced Study, asking me to find a way."

Of course, while Xie Jinyuan spoke, he was still editing messages to reply to another chat window.

Probably a shallower relationship; just typed a few characters in front of Fang Ziye: "I don't understand the situation, please consult Professor Deng or Professor Han."

Fang Ziye had also just walked out of the operating room, knowing nothing of the conference venue's situation.

Confirming Xie Jinyuan had no more messages to reply, he said: "Teacher Xie, sorry, giving you more trouble."

"This surgery livestream was also arranged by Director Han."

Xie Jinyuan once again noted Fang Ziye's address for Han Yuanxiao, saw through it but didn't expose it: "We all follow superiors to make a living; but do what you're capable of, right?"

Speaking to here, Xie Jinyuan slapped his phone onto the table.

Ten fingers interlaced: "Ziye, following the current momentum, your private teaching class annual income won't be lower than this number."

"Then Ziming following you to learn, do I have to pay you some tuition?"

"Otherwise, wouldn't that count as a free ride?"

Xie Jinyuan was joking; coincidentally Gong Ziming approached holding a disposable paper cup, tone even more enthusiastic: "Industry Brother, drink tea."

Gong Ziming's skin tone belongs to neutral yellow skin, not white, not black. Ordinary appearance, no distinctive features, the type that's completely inconspicuous when plunged into a crowd.

If forced to say a distinctive feature, it can only be Gong Ziming's two big front teeth when he smiles!

Right now Gong Ziming happened to be smiling; two front teeth were revealed; after putting down the water cup, he stood properly to the side.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye smiled: "Teacher Xie, if there's any place I don't do well enough, you can speak directly; your own fellow trainee learning from me still has to pay tuition, then my Fang Ziye will truly have fame spreading far and wide from now on."

Hearing this, Xie Jinyuan's mouth corner tightened, he blanked for a moment then asked: "Ziye, this sentence of yours just now, I have sufficient reason to suspect you're insinuating your Master."

Fang Ziye: "Huh???"

"Fame spreading far and wide?" Xie Jinyuan seriously extracted the idiom Fang Ziye just said.

Fang Ziye: "……"

Will I have to be extremely cautious even when using idioms from now on?

With Yuan Weihong's reputation, it probably also counts as fame spreading far and wide.

Xie Jinyuan immediately started knocking his own student: "Gong Ziming, I've long told you, learn more from Senior Brother Ziye; you just wouldn't believe it."

"Now everyone knows; if you want to learn again, the opportunity won't be as good as before."

"If I were you, would I still go home and sleep?"

Gong Ziming lightly lowered his head: "Master, almost all my time is spent following Senior Brother Fang to learn; only when Senior Brother tells me to go back and rest do I rest a bit."

"I haven't slacked off; it's just that my progress isn't as fast as Senior Brother Nie Mingxian!"

Speaking of this, Gong Ziming swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said: "It's just that before, I didn't realize that the manual reduction technique I learned actually had this much charm!"

"So I didn't pay special attention or put my heart into it; more was just asking Senior Brother Fang about other basic skill techniques."

Xie Jinyuan tilted his head and asked: "Ziye, is what Ziming said true? Has his manual reduction really improved?"

Fang Ziye nodded in acknowledgment: "Mm, there has been significant improvement, but he still needs to continue honing it."

"If he can take it a step further, routine fractures can be assigned to him with peace of mind."

Currently, Gong Ziming's operation level is only Level 2+, still a distance from Level 3.

Level 3 proficiency counts as somewhat proficient. Fang Ziye also started performing manual reduction clinically from this stage.

Hearing this, Xie Jinyuan nodded: "That works then."

Finished speaking, Xie Jinyuan's eyeballs rolled around again, then asked: "Ziye, there's a rumor in the department recently that Director Han dispatched you to the Trauma Center because you corrected the subordinate lackey system."

"The privilege behind the Chief Resident's hardship is to secure benefits for the junior brothers in one's own group."

"What's your view on this matter?" Xie Jinyuan asked.

Fang Ziye frowned and shook his head: "I have no view; everyone has their own understanding and view."

"Whichever group the Chief Resident belongs to, that group's Master's and Doctoral students having more opportunities is a matter of course."

"But for me personally, when Brother Jin was Chief Resident before, he didn't especially favor his own group's subordinates just because I was from Professor Deng's group."

"Since someone held an umbrella for me, I should also learn from their example and spread their kindness."

"This is what I personally understand as words and deeds."

Finally, Fang Ziye laughed and added: "Teacher Xie, I'm not saying doing it this way now isn't good enough; I'm just stating my own thoughts, you mustn't turn around and sell me out."

"Ziye, you really know how to talk."

"You're still afraid I'll sell you out?" Xie Jinyuan teased with a laugh.

Xie Jinyuan didn't say he wouldn't; he said Fang Ziye wasn't afraid.

Fang Ziye smiled: "Teacher Xie, afraid I definitely still am, but I also know Teacher Xie definitely wouldn't."

As they spoke, a patient knocked and entered.

The two's chat came to an abrupt halt, and they immediately began receiving patients.

……

Afternoon, 1:20 PM.

Fang Ziye frowned tightly in the Emergency Surgery Clinic, making way for the General Surgery Chief Resident while stepping aside to make a phone call: "Wang Shixiong, there's an emergency surgery here at the Emergency Surgery Clinic."

"Combined injuries of chest, abdomen, and bilateral lower limbs; after the CT, they'll be sent to the Emergency Operating Room."

"I've already arranged for Gong Ziming to find the family for the relevant surgical informed consent."

"Ziye, what's the situation?" Wang Yuanqi must be asking on speakerphone.

Because Fang Ziye also heard the sound of a group of people typing on keyboards in the department, estimating Wang Yuanqi had arranged junior doctors to edit medical records.

"Mangled extremity." Fang Ziye said.

Wang Yuanqi's tone on the other end stalled, probably turned off speaker and pressed the phone to his ear: "Ziye, does this surgery need you to go up?"

"Is Professor Xie in the Emergency Department?"

"Wang Shixiong, I need to go to the conference venue; at 2:10 PM I have a pre-competition operation demonstration." Fang Ziye replied.

Currently, Fang Ziye's task is not emergency surgery, only participating in emergency consultation.

So, Fang Ziye can ask leave from Xie Jinyuan to go to the venue.

The sound of Wang Yuanqi swallowing saliva rang out: "But, Ziye, this mangled extremity? I'm afraid I can't handle it well; currently Master and Director Han both went to the venue, Professor Peng Long and them also went to the venue."

"Ziye, look, can you call the venue and have them swap someone for the pre-competition operation demonstration?"

"After all, we clinical doctors still have to prioritize clinical work."

"Director Fang, the patient's condition is unstable, estimated can't make it to the CT room in time. We'll send the patient to the Emergency Operating Room first." To the side, Deputy Director Huang Yan called back to Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye gave an OK gesture, then replied: "Wang Shixiong, not all mangled extremity patients can have limb salvage."

"During the Orthopedics Annual Conference, after professors go to the meeting, the amputation probability rising is also understandable."

Fang Ziye counted as subtly refusing Wang Yuanqi's request.

I, Fang Ziye, am a person, not a machine; not every mangled extremity encountered means I must go on stage.

Everyone has their own core task.

"But?" Wang Yuanqi still wanted to say more when.

Fang Ziye added: "Wang Shixiong, hurry down to the Emergency Operating Room; this patient likely won't be sent to the Surgical Operating Room."

"I'll strive to rush back early!"

Early this month, Fang Ziye realized this world would keep running without Fang Ziye; even Trauma Surgery emergency surgeries could proceed without Fang Ziye.

At least, Wang Yuanqi had completed several amputations.

"Alright then, Ziye, you go then! ~" Wang Yuanqi understood and hurriedly stood up.

"Okay, Wang Shixiong. You see if you want to call Associate Professor Peng Long and Associate Professor Chen Fang." Fang Ziye said one more sentence, then actively hung up.

After hanging up, Fang Ziye went to Xie Jinyuan's consultation room next door per the previous arrangement and planning, politely explaining: "Teacher Xie, I need to ask for leave temporarily again."

Xie Jinyuan currently had his ten fingers interlaced, scanning Fang Ziye up and down: "This mangled extremity, your Wang Shixiong can probably only handle it by amputating, right?"

"Teacher Xie, please don't PUA and test me." Fang Ziye simply didn't take Xie Jinyuan's conversational bait.

The first step for a doctor maturing is extinguishing one's 'absolute Holy Mother heart'.

When doing surgery, do surgery well, be worthy of the surgery you do.

When not doing surgery, or when you shouldn't be on shift, rest well, ensure your own body first, only then can you perform better when on shift.

A person is just a person, needs rest.

Countless precedents have proven indefinite continuous shifts kill people.

"I'm heading out first! I'll try to get back as early as I can." Fang Ziye said.

"Alright then, go on!" Xie Jinyuan waved his hand, then watched as Fang Ziye took off his white coat and left the consultation room without any hesitation.

Realizing one is merely a single person, rather than a brick, possessing a certain degree of autonomy — this is the first step toward maturity.

Fang Ziye's Master's, Doctorate, and Chief Resident years connected seamlessly; therefore Fang Ziye simply did not give Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong enough time to guide Fang Ziye in experiencing the principles one should uphold when working.

To let Fang Ziye get promoted faster, a lot of teaching was waived, hoping Fang Ziye could realize it on his own.

Fang Ziye went out and hailed a car; after getting in at the Emergency Department entrance, he headed straight for the academic conference venue.

In this academic conference and Young Physician Competition, Fang Ziye had a total of four events.

This morning's live surgery broadcast, this afternoon's Trauma Surgery sub-venue incision technique pre-competition operation demonstration.

Saturday morning's mangled extremity special academic report, Sunday the final day, Hand Surgery suture technique event judge.

The reason for this arrangement was mainly to let Fang Ziye start standing out within the province, letting Fang Ziye gradually enter the jianghu of Hubei Province Trauma Surgery.

Everyone who wants to take the teaching route must first enter the specialty's jianghu.

Small teaching is teaching students; larger teaching is peer exchange. Without peer exchange, how to improve? Not sharing what you've done, just waiting for others to proactively get to know you?

Why should they? Everyone is this busy.

Therefore, an academic conference is an opportunity for peers to conduct exchange within a specific time.

……

Fang Ziye was just a nobody; after arriving at the hotel, naturally no one came to receive him.

Rather, he ran into people seeing off out-of-province experts who were taking the chance to leave after their lunch break.

But the send-off team wasn't from Zhongnan Hospital; Fang Ziye didn't know them.

According to the society conference schedule diagram, Fang Ziye found the Trauma Surgery sub-venue at one fifty-five.

After appearing at the sub-venue, someone finally recognized Fang Ziye: "Ziye, you've finally come. If you didn't come, I'd have to call the police to find you."

"It's already fifty-five past; the two-ten operation rehearsal is about to start." The speaker was Long Yuan from Tongji Hospital.

Long Yuan sported a square-skulled large flat-top, and while speaking, he stood up to hand Fang Ziye a work badge, then signaled the graduate student beside him to hurry and fetch a white coat work uniform.

Although it's a competition, no matter how it's not an operating room, one must still show respect to the medical competition venue; if not wearing a sterile surgical gown, a white coat work uniform still has to be worn.

Back when in Enshi, Wu Xuanqi had helped introduce him. Therefore Fang Ziye still had an impression; Fang Ziye started addressing him: "Professor Long, hello."

"Professor Zhong, Professor Dong."

Upon seeing Fang Ziye, Peking Union Medical College Hospital's Associate Professor Dong Dongsheng and Tongji Hospital's Associate Professor Zhong Wenyuan had a feeling of melancholy.

Perhaps many people don't know Fang Ziye, but they do.

Last year's Trauma Surgery sub-venue, Fang Ziye was a contestant, and ultimately won the Special Prize.

Although there was suspicion of luck, the other two 'younger brothers' with even stronger abilities were called in for questioning because they couldn't control their 'little brother'.

But Fang Ziye being able to stand out under the surround-and-suppress by Wu Xuanqi and the others represented that Fang Ziye's strength was truly very strong.

However, what no one expected was that merely a year had passed!

Fang Ziye half a year vanished like smoke, half a year descended from the heavens like the Tathagata Divine Palm!

Dong Dongsheng approached Zhong Wenyuan a few steps: "Yuan Ge, this is the recent half-year 'hot search' maniac?"

Zhong Wenyuan looked at Fang Ziye, pursed his lips and nodded, a trace of a smile barely squeezed out from his serious expression: "It's this great god, also has a nickname called Ox Demon King, even Professor Duan got kicked by him."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye stared at Zhong Wenyuan.

Last year he only cared about watching Zhong Wenyuan's professorial demeanor and high-end operative technique, completely failing to notice that Zhong Wenyuan is a big head.

Zhong Wenyuan's head is truly a bit large; a slight shake, and it can easily clear his shoulders.

Fang Ziye said: "Professor Zhong, Professor Dong, how come I have so many nicknames?"

"Can't be helped, who let little Fang you be too formidable, to the point of making Professor Deng act uniquely."

"The progress you've made is too much, isn't that just a small-scope hot search?" Dong Dongsheng said.

Compared to Zhong Wenyuan, Dong Dongsheng could be called a small head. Moreover, at the corner of Dong Dongsheng's left mouth, there was a small cleft lip defect.

Last year when Dong Dongsheng did a teaching demonstration, he wore a mask; Fang Ziye still hadn't particularly noticed.

"As for the Ox Demon King nickname, even if the Tathagata came he'd have to kick him." Dong Dongsheng's tone carried a hint of sarcasm.

The mangled extremity project, originally was Duan Hongxian who propped it up. How do Deng Yong and Duan Hong compare?

Deng Yong could be pulled into the clinical project group, it was just because of good relations; otherwise, Deng Yong could only watch from the sidelines.

However, Deng Yong did well — halfway he directly took over the pot, only bringing his own people to eat.

Fang Ziye previously didn't know his own reputation.

Hearing these words, he couldn't help but give an awkward laugh: "Two professors, this nickname is a bit heart-piercing."

"Did I come to the wrong place? How about, I go back first?"

When reason can't win, just admit defeat.

Other matters are not for Fang Ziye to manage.

Can't explain clearly, then don't explain.

As long as an adult is shameless, most people have no way to deal with him.

The mangled extremity project, it's not the Duan family mangled extremity project; everyone can do it, why can't Deng Yong do it?

You led first, so it must be you as the standard?

Then Eastern Han's medicine, all achievements belong to a few top-tier hospitals, other hospitals shouldn't do it?

Long Yuan immediately reached out to pull Fang Ziye: "Don't, just joking."

Fang Ziye is young; if he really left in a huff, the ones in trouble later would be those few.

Actually Zhong Wenyuan and Dong Dongsheng just wanted to take a bit of verbal advantage at Fang Ziye's expense.

Two o'clock sharp, the competition formally began.

The Chief Examiner for this Trauma Surgery competition venue was Professor Qi Qiaowen from Peking Union Medical College Hospital; he had taken over Professor An Lumming's role from last year's Provincial People's Hospital.

Before announcing the start of the afternoon session, he gave a lengthy introduction of Fang Ziye's identity — essentially just reading through Fang Ziye's Resume/CV.

After finishing, he felt it wasn't impressive enough, so he added a line himself: "Um, this Doctor Fang here is the Special Prize winner of the Young Physician Competition held mid-last-year; everyone should still have a profound impression."

"I also heard there's a catchy rhyme going around calling him 'Fang Xiao Te' in the jianghu; he is currently the youngest Special Prize winner in our Hubei Province Young Physician Competition."

"Next, we'll have Doctor Fang Xiao Te demonstrate the Incision Technique for everyone; please pay close attention. This is the demonstration for your exam results."

Upon hearing this, the crowd burst into applause.

No matter what, this youngest Special Prize winner was enough to command respect from many; perhaps Fang Ziye's pre-competition demonstration wasn't as exquisite as others', but the face that should be given still had to be given.

However, when Fang Ziye reached the platform, he saw that the consumables for this Incision Technique operation had changed from last year's blood vessels to pork belly.

Seeing this, Fang Ziye still looked at Chief Examiner Qi Qiaowen with slight doubt, confirming whether the other party had placed the wrong materials.

Pork belly incision technique is generally Level 3 Skill practice material; using it here for assessment, isn't that a bit unsuitable?

But Professor Qi Qiaowen simply gestured with his hand and said: "Doctor Fang, please begin your performance."

Seeing this, Fang Ziye no longer stood on ceremony; he picked up the surgical round knife and began rapidly circling and cutting on one of the pork belly's layers.

One circle, another circle, and yet another circle.

After a single stroke directly sliced three circles, Fang Ziye directly stopped his knife, and then separated the pork belly into two lumps!

Finished, Fang Ziye went down from the platform just like Dong Dongsheng and the others who had done a rehearsal of the operation last year.

At the scene, there was first a moment of petrified silence!

Then looking at the display on the operating table, they were directly dumbfounded.

(Chapter End)