Chapter 432: Unexpected Joy (Asking for Subscriptions)

At nine in the evening, the surgery had proceeded in an orderly fashion to the final step; Wang Yuanqi looked at the properly fixed white high-polymer plaster cast, the entire lower limb wrapped in white gauze, the external fixator device stabilizing the patient's force lines.

He raised his head and said, "Ziye, can you not slip away first? Wait a bit and escort the patient back to the ward together with me?"

Fang Ziye was already by the operating room's timing panel tidying his waistband; after tightening his belt he asked, "Of course, Qi-ge. In a bit we can also eat something together at the old place."

Fang Ziye's old place was the Inpatient General Office; there, Fang Ziye, Lan Tianluo, and the others had added quite a few things — a mini-fridge, a small dining table, even a Aroma board — suitable for casual gatherings.

The Inpatient General Office was not the Doctor's Office; it could be locked, could not be pushed open directly by patients; even if a patient came looking, the Doctor's Office served as the first stop.

Hearing this, Wang Yuanqi said, "I'll order some takeout right now, and some drinks too."

"Can we get Chayan Yuese? Heard it was 'imported' from Sha City."

"Have you guys drunk it before?"

Liu Haihua and Zheng Tianle were helping transfer the patient onto the bed; both shook their heads upon hearing this.

Fang Ziye replied, "I drank it once when I went to Sha City before; the taste was pretty good, just a bit pricey."

"Taste is pretty good? Then drinks are settled on that." Wang Yuanqi said generously.

Immediately after, the four of them together sent the patient out of the operating room; when they called the patient's family at the operating room doorway, the patient's wife and child hurried over with red, swollen eyes.

The middle-aged woman, before seeing her husband, deliberately rubbed her eyes; after rubbing, she froze in place.

Another little boy rushed straight at the middle-aged man, calling "Dad, Daddy" non-stop.

The middle-aged man was under spinal anesthesia; he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the child's hand: "Don't cry, don't cry, Dad's fine now, the doctors saved Dad."

Although the little boy confirmed this was his father's voice, he still cried hard; one look and you could tell he had been badly frightened.

After the middle-aged woman approached, the anesthesiologist and Liu Haihua and Zheng Tianle began moving the bed, then walked straight into the elevator.

The middle-aged woman followed; she didn't know anyone else, only knew Wang Yuanqi.

She wiped her eyes, calmed her mood, then hesitated with a smile that cracked: "Doctor Wang, didn't you say my husband was going to be amputated?"

Hearing this, Wang Yuanqi leaned his back against the elevator and explained, "I said there was a very high possibility of amputation; if there were no special circumstances, it would basically be amputation."

"But Doctor Fang came back? At that time Doctor Fang had gone to a meeting..."

"Your husband's leg could be saved, all thanks to Doctor Fang."

The middle-aged woman immediately turned her head to look at Fang Ziye, cupping her hands, bowing: "Thank you, Doctor, thank you, Doctor Fang."

"I said how come my husband wasn't amputated; turns out we encountered a Living Bodhisattva."

Hearing the middle-aged woman's words, everyone in the elevator's gazes all flashed.

Fang Ziye frowned slightly: "Big Sister, your words are too heavy; I'm just an ordinary person, not some Bodhisattva. I'm not a believer of any teaching; this kind of joke, once said, don't say it again."

The middle-aged woman continued smiling: "Doctor Fang, you are a Living Bodhisattva, saving lives and healing the wounded."

"But I have no magic arts."

"When your husband was injured, the Bodhisattva in your mouth didn't come either. If you deeply believe in that stuff, you can believe it yourself." Fang Ziye continued smiling.

Perhaps the middle-aged woman felt comparing a doctor to a Living Bodhisattva was a compliment, but Fang Ziye actually felt a bit amused inside; if you want to invite a Bodhisattva you should go to a temple, the hospital has no place to enshrine one.

Fang Ziye didn't believe in Buddhism, but wouldn't stop others from believing.

"Doctor Fang, this kind of talk shouldn't be said carelessly." The middle-aged woman immediately pressed her palms together devoutly and began murmuring prayers.

After chanting for a while, the elevator happened to arrive at Trauma Surgery; everyone pushed the middle-aged woman's husband out, she herself held her child, smiling: "Doctor Fang, I prayed to the Bodhisattva before; it must be the Bodhisattva's efficacious response that my husband is safe; you are the Bodhisattva's incarnation."

Fang Ziye: "..."

"Qi-ge, let's go." Fang Ziye turned sideways, headed straight for the Inpatient General Office, no longer walking side by side with her.

Ordinary people comparing you to gods and Buddhas might just be a joke; you mention it once, and the other person definitely won't continue.

But this middle-aged woman was clearly a devout believer; can't let her establish some kind of persona for me.

She may be well-meaning, but Fang Ziye doesn't care to be labeled a Bodhisattva; that kind of big Buddha seat, whoever wants to sit can sit, Fang Ziye definitely won't sit.

When Wang Yuanqi turned his head, he still told the middle-aged woman: "Big Sister, your husband's leg could be saved because Doctor Fang came, not because a Bodhisattva came."

Hearing this, the middle-aged woman gave an embarrassed smile: "Being blessed by a Bodhisattva isn't good? A Bodhisattva descending is the Buddha's protection, right?"

Wang Yuanqi didn't persuade further: "Thanks for your blessing! ~"

Then, Wang Yuanqi went to the Inpatient General Office together with Fang Ziye.

After Fang Ziye pushed the door open and entered, looking at the familiar mini-fridge, familiar small dining table, familiar bed, familiar sheets, he blanked out for a moment, lost in thought.

Looking from the left, the slippers on the small shoe rack Luo Tingzhu bought were still his, just a bit dusty; the disposable socks and disposable 'underwear' on the topmost shelf were still stacked neatly, the quantity consistent with when Fang Ziye last took them to the Trauma Center Emergency Clinic.

After Wang Yuanqi pulled open the fridge door, the drink types and placement positions inside were exactly the same as when he left.

Wang Yuanqi took two bottles of iced coffee, handed one to Fang Ziye, then unscrewed his own and took a sip, then messaged Liu Haihua and Zheng Tianle: "After finishing medical orders and establishing the medical record template, come straight to the Inpatient General Office to eat something."

He also specially explained to Fang Ziye: "Little Zheng and Little Liu haven't eaten yet."

Fang Ziye didn't explain to Wang Yuanqi that his stomach had been empty since morning: "I ordered four portions of fried rice as staple food, should be enough."

"Later when Nie Mingxian gets off stage, I'll order for him too; if the brothers following Professor Xie come to the Trauma Center, I'll order takeout; if they don't come, Qi-ge you help order one portion."

During this kind of academic conference, after the big shots leave, Master's and Doctoral students become active.

Although this is their chance to practice, tired is truly tired; if it's only once or twice a year, Fang Ziye is still willing to treat guests to meals.

Wang Yuanqi held his drink and smiled: "No problem. Leave it to me."

Then, Wang Yuanqi pulled down his mask, his face full of wrinkles: "Ziye, just now this family member, actually wasn't intentional either; it's just in her cognition, maybe Bodhisattva is greater than everything, so you don't need to take it to heart."

If Fang Ziye hadn't come, Wang Yuanqi knew he himself would definitely have ended up on the path of amputation in the end.

The middle-aged man's mangled extremity was indeed not as thorough as the other patient's, but to save it, at least Liu Huanglong and Professor Deng Yong would need to combine forces.

At this current time point, those two also had to undertake the reception work for out-of-province experts. Definitely couldn't come back.

Attending academic conferences is something Associate Professors and Professors must do; sooner or later it has to be done.

Eastern Han's history has paid 'blood and tears' lessons proving that the path of behind-closed-doors cart-building doesn't work.

"I just don't want her propagating it in the department; saying it once or twice in front of us is fine, but don't slap this kind of label on me."

"Qi-ge, you know, 'killing by praising' generally has no good outcome!" Fang Ziye said, swiping his phone, starting to clean up his messages and WeChat.

This is something that must be done during the Chief Resident stage.

Information, mostly from strangers, people without WeChat who got hold of your phone number might look for you.

WeChat, on the other hand, is for acquaintances — for instance, fellow trainees, teachers, colleagues, superiors might look for you about something.

Text messages are just advertisements.

There were several unread WeChat messages, respectively from Luo Tingzhu, Yuan Weihong, Deng Yong, Lan Tianluo, and Jie Han.

Fang Ziye looked up at Wang Yuanqi opposite him; Wang Yuanqi was also clearing unread messages at the moment, so Fang Ziye crossed his legs in a figure-four and stretched lazily.

Luo Tingzhu: "I'm on night shift tonight."

Luo Tingzhu was reporting to Fang Ziye to avoid him misunderstanding and thinking she was "working overtime again."

Fang Ziye made an "OK" gesture and replied: "After I returned from the conference venue, I did a mangled extremity case; even the simple first-stage surgery took eight hours…"

Then came Lan Tianluo; to summarize Lan Tianluo's message: this afternoon's incision technique competition was almost a total wipeout, the result matching expectations.

"All Beings Equal" — everyone who entered the second round had at most a 4-point spread between high and low scores; the number of people entering the third round reached as high as 128!

Jie Han's message carried the same meaning as Lan Tianluo's, but with more detail.

"Top contenders like Wu Xuanqi and Chen Tailin didn't pull away from the others. Brother Zixi currently ranks fifth overall!"

"Last year, Dong Zhou from Three Gorges University Affiliated First Hospital ranked near the top ten, but in this round he actually placed 119th! Heard incision technique was originally his strong suit, but imitating Senior Brother Fang was too ruthless — he didn't even get the average score, and left cursing…"

"Also, Ceng Tai from Provincial People's Hospital and Xing Fang from Peking Union Medical College Hospital wanted to grab more points, but their scores were rated below the passing line at 55/56."

"According to competition rules, below sixty means elimination, but this time the scoring was too concentrated, so the host lowered the passing mark to 50…"

"The twenty-odd eliminated were all Master's and Doctoral students; their operative skills were simply limited, so they fell below the passing line…"

These two's messages didn't require a formal reply from Fang Ziye.

He just shouted in the group: "Had late-night snacks yet? If not, come to the Emergency Trauma Center at eleven to eat together."

Lan Tianluo and Jie Han both replied instantly with "+1+1".

Deng Yong also sent Fang Ziye a message: "The other emergency surgery doesn't need your attention; I've already directly contacted the Hepatobiliary Surgery people and told them to find Han Yuanxiao directly if there's any issue."

"As lead surgeon in the OR, Peng Long can only request Han Yuanxiao from his superiors. He also has no authority to transfer people across teams."

"Rest when you have time; find a chance to rest when you don't. Tomorrow your mangled extremity case report is at 11:20 AM, lasting thirty minutes."

"It's the last session of the second morning academic meeting; after it ends there's a Q&A session — you'll likely need to answer at least five questions. Old Professor Xiong Zhizhang, Professor Dong Yaohui, and I will all be in the audience…"

"Director Han said he'll also come over then."

Fang Ziye finished reading, feeling a slight warmth inside: "Thank you, Master, for your concern."

Fang Ziye hadn't even exited the chat page when Deng Yong instantly sent a voice message: "Ziye, what do you think would be an appropriate tuition fee if you opened a small private training class?"

"Based on your current title, you can charge at most 0.6 per person!"

"Master, I think it's all fine; we can't rely on this to make money anyway." Fang Ziye replied by text while setting his phone to silent.

This kind of specialized training class occupies department resources, so the department will definitely take a cut.

Of the 6k, at most only a quarter ends up in Fang Ziye's hands.

After all, registration, selection, course arrangement, clinical teaching, clinical practice for the training class all require professors' participation, and only professors have enough resources to find that many cases, plus they must talk to patients and obtain consent — it involves rules in every direction.

1,200 per person; a small specialized training class has at most five to eight people — equivalent to Fang Ziye getting only around 6k to 9k.

This money isn't especially high, but it's not little either.

Fang Ziye looked up and still caught Wang Yuanqi giving a knowing smile, his eyes mixed with envy and other complex shades.

Wang Yuanqi put his phone away and simply gave Fang Ziye a thumbs-up, saying in a low voice: "Ziye, thanks! ~"

"Because of you, we all got the chance to learn for free."

Even if Fang Ziye's small specialized training class is only 6k, that's equivalent to everyone getting a free ride on who knows how many 6k's.

Fang Ziye's teaching in the department hasn't been just a day or two.

Fang Ziye also dimmed his phone screen: "Brother Qi, putting it that way, the tuition we owe Master is even more — if a professor-level teaches, it's at least 15k starting."

Last time Luo Tingzhu went to Sha City for a class, the registration fee was 19,800, close to 20k, for only three days.

Professor Xu Long is a well-known professor; his classes are generally priced like that.

Right then, Fang Ziye's phone rang; he answered and walked out to get the takeout…

10:20, Fang Ziye leaned against the wall slumped in a chair, one hand rubbing his belly, eyes narrowed, enjoying a brief moment of peace.

Perhaps only very few people would understand that kind of "satisfaction" — not having eaten since breakfast, then finally eating the second meal past 10 PM.

The fried rice had nothing special about its flavor, yet Fang Ziye felt it surpassed most delicacies he'd ever eaten.

After rubbing his belly clockwise about ten circles, Fang Ziye stood up: "Brother Qi, you guys eat slowly; I'm going to take over Professor Xie's shift."

"Okay, Ziye."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Fang. Thank you, Industry Brother." Liu Haihua and the other also greeted Fang Ziye respectively.

After leaving the department, the night's warm wind rushed down like a waterfall, inexplicably stirring up a wave of stifling heat; Fang Ziye stood under the Orthopedics Building, pressing hard on his temples, barely rallying a burst of spirit.

He muttered: "I'll wash my face in a bit, otherwise I definitely won't hold out."

"Sigh—"

Fang Ziye sighed, walking slowly while talking to himself: "Come to think of it, surgery livestreams, pre-match operative demonstrations — they all add thickness to oneself, but the exhaustion is real."

He plucked a pine needle tip, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger with an "itchy hands" feeling: "Maybe the teachers are right — sometimes walking too fast isn't good, too exhausted."

"If all these things weren't crammed into the Chief Resident period but into the Attending period, it would be much more comfortable."

"Those who want shortcuts inevitably pay more time than normal people, sacrifice more sleep…"

After washing his face, changing into work uniform, putting on his name badge, and pushing open the Trauma Center Clinic door, inside Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan was leaning against a chair dozing.

Beside him, Gong Ziming was also rubbing his inner canthus, then let out a huge yawn.

Hearing the door open, he stretched lazily halfway before freezing, stood up, and looked at Fang Ziye: "Industry Brother! ~"

"How long has Teacher Xie been asleep?" Fang Ziye asked in a hushed voice.

"Just slept a bit, we were still talking about you earlier..." Gong Ziming suppressed his drowsiness, face beaming with a chrysanthemum-like smile, tone gentle, with an added touch of respect in his casualness.

Fang Ziye approached and only then raised his voice slightly: "Teacher Xie, Teacher Xie, Teacher Xie..."

After calling five times, Xie Jinyuan tilted his head to attention, upper eyelids slowly lifting, the crow's feet that time had given Xie Jinyuan gradually smoothing at the corners of his eyes as he woke, voice groggy: "Ziye's here?"

"Then sit a bit, sit for a while then go sleep." Xie Jinyuan spoke while tilting his neck, his muddled tone gradually clearing.

Fang Ziye smiled: "Teacher Xie, you go rest, I'm here to take over the shift."

Xie Jinyuan lowered his head and shrugged his shoulder: "You're taking over a fart of a shift, hurry up and go sleep, you have a lecture tomorrow, don't lose our hospital's face."

"Although Deng Professor said to let you be on duty, I tell you to go sleep so you go sleep." A gentle tyranny in his tone.

As Fang Ziye hesitated, Xie Jinyuan finally tilted his neck back to upright: "Stop dilly-dallying, when you should rest go rest, man is iron rice is steel."

"Although I'm not your teacher, I also watched you grow up..."

"Thank you thank you Teacher Xie." Fang Ziye leaned against Xie Jinyuan's side and sat down.

Xie Jinyuan said: "No matter how you put it, you're also representing our hospital's Trauma Surgery going out to show our comprehensive strength."

"From a broader level, you're winning face for all of us in Orthopedics, of course I'm not giving myself any labels either."

"Enjoyed the benefits naturally have to give some payback. Right?"

Fang Ziye smiled: "No no, Teacher Xie is still especially protective of us juniors, I've always kept it in my heart."

In Fang Ziye's past academic journey, Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan's presence wasn't very strong. But in Fang Ziye's memory, Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan also had no negative 'impressions'.

Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan was like a brick moved wherever needed; for a very long period, he was just like Peng Long, Chen Fang and others, merely bearing an Associate Professor label.

He didn't get close to Fang Ziye's front and back, left and right; Fang Ziye also didn't know his joys, angers, sorrows, and joys.

A deeper contact again was this year's May; that time, it was outsiders telling him, Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan's airs are quite big.

Actually Fang Ziye also understood, Xie Jinyuan's choice back then was correct.

Being a doctor is just a profession, a profession, not an absolute career, why work yourself to death? Whose life isn't a life?

Must sacrifice on the post, erect a hero's label, then loved ones hurt, empty fame spreads?

"These words are exaggerated, saying protective doesn't count, after all Ziye you have many teachers, don't need my help, even less need me to be a Bo Le." Xie Jinyuan's exaggerated tone lifted everyone's spirits a few notches.

"Of course, can't be a Bo Le, can't send charcoal in snow, this icing-on-the-cake convenient matter, still willing to do."

"Go, go rest well, sleep a bit, tomorrow morning after waking up, perk up, properly show our hospital young doctors' demeanor and unique insights."

"Set a role model for Ziming and such junior brothers."

Finished speaking, Xie Jinyuan tilted his head: "Gong Ziming, your name and your Ziye Senior Brother's name only differ by two characters oh?"

Gong Ziming's first reaction was, Master, your name and Fang Ziye Senior Brother's name also only differ by three characters!

Of course, on Gong Ziming's surface, it was just shy, head lowered, guilty, very applicable to that sentence Fang Ziye said during his graduation defense —

Regret nothing to repay with, sigh nothing to repay with.

"Teacher Xie, then I'll go sleep first, then in a few days, when my spirit's good, I'll cover a few more shifts." Fang Ziye appropriately made an 'exchange'.

Looks like Fang Ziye loses out, actually, Xie Jinyuan being able to help at a special juncture is a kind of protectiveness toward Fang Ziye.

Young people not eating a little loss, always thinking to take advantage, then just keep thinking to take advantage, besides parents, who can let you unconditionally take advantage?

"We'll see then." Xie Jinyuan said.

Fang Ziye left, behind him Gong Ziming saw Fang Ziye to the doorway, then squeezed back in again.

Fang Ziye walked a few steps before turning back, watching Gong Ziming and the awake Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan talking, it was Gong Ziming consulting Xie Jinyuan.

From afar, Fang Ziye couldn't see what Gong Ziming was saying, only from his eyes Fang Ziye read himself from years ago, that time's self, also like this consulting Master Yuan Weihong, hoping Master could point out a clear path.

Those able to come to Zhongnan Hospital for Master's and PhD, to say who's a fool, who doesn't have even a tiny bit of ambition to stay at the hospital, Fang Ziye is the first to not believe.

Just the conditions to stay are harsh, the number who stay is very few, most people are just gambling for a possibility...

But even a possibility makes too many people rush forward one after another.

Zhongnan Hospital though unknown, has also 'buried' many people's youth, naturally also overflowed with many people's youth.

Fang Ziye pushed open the rest room door, didn't brush teeth, didn't play phone, took off shoes, climbed iron ladder, to upper bunk, under cold air conditioner, not long before fell asleep.

Unknown how long passed, in a daze, Fang Ziye heard someone come in and speak to him.

"Ziye, only saved one, the other ultimately still amputated. You see if want to do a replantation tomorrow?"

"Mm, okay." Fang Ziye in a daze answered so.

The night before Fang Ziye didn't sleep well, daytime surgery livestream was forcing up spirit, after returning from competition, another six hours of high-intensity surgery.

Even iron men would be tired.

"Then I'll contact the device business." Nie Mingxian about to climb upper bunk, climbed down again.

If doing replantation, he still has to go to OR again, process the amputated residual limb, only then possible to fight for a replantation surgery chance for patient.

Such things, before were only in theory, but Nie Mingxian felt this time is very suitable for replantation.

Limb salvage is limb salvage, replantation is replantation.

These are two surgeries, need new informed consent, if patient family refuses again then don't play, subsequent surgeries also don't need to discuss.

Fang Ziye's breathing sounds steadied again, seemed didn't hear, seemed heard but didn't respond.

Nie Mingxian stepped back on ground then dialed Teacher Liu Huanglong's phone: "Teacher Liu, Ziye agreed, says surgery tomorrow, we'll process the stump."

"Also, whether to notify Deng Professor, let him and that Hepatobiliary Surgery Associate Professor contact, tomorrow don't mess up again, if similar mess up again."

"Then really no way."

"Good! Ziye agreed then do it, mangled extremity salvage and replantation, originally are sequential projects, mangled extremity salvage, we've now progressed to ninth case, next step project can also be put on agenda~"

"Anyway our Ethics Committee filing already passed long ago." Liu Huanglong hearing this, spirits lifted.

This kind of project launch speed, he likes it too much.

May started mangled extremity clinical project, June directly do replantation, at this speed, August can directly move Nie Mingxian's idea into clinical, then if small limb salvage dialysis machine really useful.

Then Liu Huanglong can really announce, every participant in this project group will receive a "Super Grand Gift Pack" bestowed by academia!

"Ziye's a bit tired, he's resting, so let's not disturb him for now."

"I'll call Tian Luo in a bit; this intraoperative data analysis absolutely can't do without his participation." Nie Mingxian said.

Liu Huanglong frowned at those words: "Mingxian, this Lan Tianluo, can you really get him on the phone? Even Teacher Deng's words go in his left ear and out his right."

Liu Huanglong had only recently learned that this Junior Master's Student Lan Tianluo had even higher standards than Yuan Weihong.

Currently, in the department, aside from Fang Ziye, Yuan Weihong, and Jie Han, Lan Tianluo gave everyone else the cold shoulder.

Including Han Yuanxiao, including Deng Yong!

Nie Mingxian smiled: "No problem, Teacher Liu. Tian Luo's sister Luo Tingzhu and I have a relationship similar to Senior Brother and Junior Sister; he'll definitely listen."

"Alright then. Let's get to work……"

……

The next day, Fang Ziye opened his eyes at six-thirty.

At six thirty-five, Fang Ziye walked out of the restroom and began washing up and brushing his teeth.

However, just as he finished brushing from the left alveolar ridge to the right, Fang Ziye's movement paused, his eyelids flickered a few times, and with an "Mhm" he sprayed the toothpaste foam in his mouth onto the mirror surface.

【Knowledge Points gained: 6705.3.】

【Knowledge Points gained: 4323.9.】

【Current Knowledge Points Balance: 72541.2.】

Fang Ziye hadn't misread it; yesterday's Knowledge Point gain was indeed 10000+, and his current Knowledge Points Balance had reached seventy thousand plus!

The gain of over six thousand seven hundred Knowledge Points was very understandable; Fang Ziye had performed a Mangled Extremity Limb Salvage Surgery, after all.

But the second Knowledge Point gain, honestly speaking, Fang Ziye couldn't understand its source.

After thinking carefully for a full five seconds, Fang Ziye finally remembered.

Oh, yesterday Nie Mingxian performed a Limb Salvage Surgery, and the theoretical source of this Limb Salvage Surgery basically came from him.

So, for that Limb Salvage Surgery, he had never participated, yet accounted for most of the contribution, obtaining over four thousand Knowledge Points?

"Swish swish swish!"

"Swish swish swish swish swish……" Fang Ziye continued waving his toothbrush up and down, shaking it up and down along the direction of the tooth gaps.

"Pfft!" After three minutes, Fang Ziye finished brushing his teeth and began wiping his face.

After finishing washing up completely, he took another look at the current Knowledge Point gain.

Fang Ziye felt his expression at this moment could only be described by the three words "smug satisfaction."

Looking at the smile on that handsome face in the mirror, Fang Ziye even wanted to beat himself up; how could he smile so happily?

How could he be like this?

It's just the first small step toward Knowledge Point freedom; what are you smiling about?

"Hehehe." Fang Ziye laughed again.

This time, Fang Ziye took a full eight minutes to suppress his upturned mouth corners, then arrived at the doorway of the Trauma Center's Emergency Clinic.

Inside, Xie Jinyuan was seeing patients. Gong Ziming saw Fang Ziye and, sporting heavy eye bags, walked out and asked: "Industry Brother, is something the matter?"

Fang Ziye looked at the poorly-rested Gong Ziming; the wild joy in his heart was finally completely suppressed, and guilt gradually rose: "What do you and Teacher Xie want for breakfast? I'll go buy you steamed buns, or order a portion of Hot Dry Noodles?"

"Anything works! ~" Gong Ziming nodded, immediately turning around: "A joint dislocation case came in; Master said to let me handle it."

"I'll go in then?" Gong Ziming brought respect and eagerness to learn together to the extreme at the same time point.

Going out was respect for Fang Ziye; going back in was persistence in learning.

"Okay, for this dislocation's closed reduction, don't use the External Rotation Reduction Method!" Fang Ziye glanced casually and gave the instruction, then turned and left.

Gong Ziming frowned fiercely at those words, not daring to be flippant or question it; he first engraved Fang Ziye's instruction in his mind, then when the patient's family went to pay, he discussed it in detail with his own teacher.

After the patient and family left.

Gong Ziming said: "Master, just now Ziye said this patient isn't suitable for the External Rotation Reduction Technique. You say, is his dislocation not a simple anterior dislocation?"

"It's a complex anterior dislocation; only a complex anterior dislocation is unsuitable for the External Rotation Reduction Method; the Traction Reduction Method must be used……"

Xie Jinyuan's gaze flashed at those words, and he went to the computer again to carefully review the images.

Then his brow locked: "Have the patient get an MRI first for further confirmation! ~"

(Chapter End)