Chapter 435: Digging at Fang Ziye's Home (Requesting Subscription)

Regarding the question I raised earlier, I will explain it in detail here for all fellow colleagues. The idea of limb-sparing surgery for mangled extremity was indeed first proposed by me.

Duan Hong stood up; his plump figure looked somewhat like a common middle-aged uncle next door to an obese person, even appearing somewhat honest and simple.

But at this moment Duan Hong's bearing was beyond what ordinary people could match; neither imposing nor angry, his voice was loud: "But proposing an idea does not mean possessing the idea, and I indeed invited some experts to perform limb-sparing surgery for mangled extremity, and indeed successfully preserved the limbs."

"But preserving the limb's vitality and being able to reconstruct limb function are two different matters. And among my successful limb-preservation cases, there are also contributions from other professors, including part of Ziye's credit, and these contributions are irreplaceable."

"If I remember correctly, from my previous private exchange with Professor Deng Yong, Professor Deng Yong said that since March, Zhongnan Hospital has admitted mangled extremity cases, but temporarily there has not been a single amputation case."

"Such team strength can be called the top level in the province."

After Duan Hong stood up to endorse Fang Ziye, it fully established the comprehensive capability of Fang Ziye's team, and also confirmed the authenticity of this clinical technical research project.

The clamor from the audience gradually died down, replaced by low murmurs in groups of three or five.

The 'closed reduction' technique performed during Fang Ziye's surgery livestream only facilitates quick handling of fractures, merely making the surgical quality of fractures higher.

Many top teaching hospitals have long since departed from the 'low-level stage' of simply performing fracture surgery, so they are in a wavering period of whether to learn it or not.

But obviously, the choice between limb preservation and amputation for mangled extremity will henceforth be a brand-new indicator for measuring comprehensive strength.

The increase in 'mangled extremity' cases is due to the development of science and technology, leading to a higher incidence of high-violence injuries; it is high energy that aggravates the degree of injury.

The double-edged sword of technological development leads to scientific development never stopping; therefore, in this new era where car speeds are getting faster and buildings are getting higher, mangled extremity patients will only increase, not decrease.

This is an inevitable choice for worldwide economic development.

After all, no matter how much safety is emphasized, Huaguo and the whole world cannot possibly return to the era of slow carriages and horses, and letters delivered by mail.

After giving everyone about half a minute to discuss and digest, Duan Hong asked very cautiously: "Doctor Fang, I have two more questions unrelated to the specialty theory you just shared, and I hope Doctor Fang can answer them."

"The questions are also very simple."

Fang Ziye replied almost instantly, with a smile: "Teacher Duan, please speak."

"First, our department has admitted several mangled extremity patients and successfully preserved their limbs, but we currently don't know how to handle the follow-up; if Doctor Fang is convenient, you can come to our Tongji Hospital to give guidance."

"Second, if Doctor Fang's team opens corresponding teaching small classes at some point, please remember to notify us." Duan Hong smiled, gathering the atmosphere of the topic into something relaxed.

Fang Ziye was stunned: "Teacher Duan, these two questions, you could actually say them in private."

"I dare not accept 'guidance'; Teacher Duan, you are too humble, humble to the point that I feel afraid, I even dare not rashly pay a visit."

Fang Ziye retreated to advance.

What kind of person was Duan Hong, and what level of hospital was Tongji Hospital? Discussing this question in private would be fine, but speaking so publicly, Fang Ziye had ten thousand reasons to suspect that a trap was set behind this question.

Public questions should be solved publicly.

Fang Ziye's embarrassment was respect for Tongji and for Duan Hong.

After all, a fact that Fang Ziye had long recognized clearly was that his teacher Deng Yong and Duan Hong were not on the same level at all; if the two played together, Deng Yong would be at an absolute disadvantage.

Was Deng Yong useless?

Definitely not; Deng Yong was already 'thriving' at Zhongnan Hospital now; this was because the two men's horizons, status, rank, and level had slight differences.

Fang Ziye's current accumulation could not compare with his teacher's, so naturally he dared not play 'what schemes' with Duan Hong; he directly admitted defeat, saying I am young, I will retreat however I want.

Fang Ziye's words gave Deng Yong a way out: "Professor Duan, I am still in my prime; as for bringing students, there is no need for Professor Duan to trouble himself."

"As for going to Tongji Hospital to give guidance, Professor Duan need not praise us to death; our Zhongnan Hospital may only have a few big and small cats, but we still have the most basic family education."

Duan Hong laughed honestly: "Professor Duan, misunderstandings just come like this."

"The two words 'praise to death' are a bit too much."

Duan Hong tilted his head to look at the time, then continued: "Once again, thank you Doctor Fang Ziye of Zhongnan Hospital for bringing us such a wonderful clinical research project sharing, raising the academic theme of our Hubei Province mid-year trauma surgery academic surgical conference by a degree."

"After all, wonderful things cannot be eaten as meals; it is mealtime; we will go to eat first; after eating, we will continue to enjoy the afternoon academic feast. I believe the content shared by the various speakers this afternoon will be more interesting..."

"..."

After Duan Hong announced the end of the afternoon session of the morning academic exchange conference, the seat where Fang Ziye was located was immediately surrounded.

This time, the people adding Fang Ziye on WeChat were not of low rank.

Provincial Central Hospital, City Central Hospital, Liyuan Hospital were basically local to Han City; there were also some particularly famous prefecture-level city hospitals, such as teaching hospitals like Three Gorges University Affiliated Hospital, which were also willing to participate in this hot topic of mangled extremity at the first opportunity.

Fang Ziye held up his QR code like a sculpture, displaying his stature among the crowd: "Excuse me, teachers, trouble you to scan."

"Hard work, hard work, thank you, thank you! ~"

What is academic exchange, exchange with peers, exchange with scholars, seeking learning from seniors, discussing with juniors, making friends through academia—that is making friends.

A person's jianghu status within a department is won by their absolute strength, punch by punch and kick by kick.

But within the whole province, if one wants to gain a certain jianghu status, one can only spread one's fame through means beyond ordinary fist and foot techniques.

Even more, spreading one's research results in the form of academic conferences, popularizing them, spreading them through professional courses, with the hands of colleagues throughout the province, planting one's concepts, one's techniques, one's dreams throughout the province, striving to benefit every patient—that is being a professor, that is being a physician...

Even more, spreading one's concepts nationwide, promoting textbooks, letting the things one invented and created benefit people nationwide—that is being a Great Physician of the Nation.

There are also strong ones who, by their own power, press down and extinguish a disease type, so that patients worldwide benefit greatly—that is being Famous Through History, like Ms. Tu Youyou!

These were all arranged by Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong before the academic conference began.

Do not actively add others as friends, but if others add you as a friend, it is best not to refuse.

Fang Ziye is currently in the stage of making friends; Fang Ziye will also need some friends in the future to facilitate walking throughout the province; if you act aloof, even if you are a top Academician, you and I won't associate, I won't pay attention to you, what can you do?

Who relies on whom to eat?

After adding a circle, Fang Ziye stood on tiptoe but no longer saw anyone holding up a phone to scan; he then put away his QR code and held his hands together: "Thank you, make way, make way, thank you."

"I need to find my teacher."

The crowd in the direction Fang Ziye requested actively parted a corridor; after Fang Ziye quickly slid out sideways, he was exactly sandwiched between Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong.

Possibly because the width of the corridor was limited, Professor Han Yuanxiao and Vice Professor Chen Fang had already formed a team and left first.

"How do you feel? Ziye." Yuan Weihong stood with his hands behind his back, tilting his head to the right and asking.

"I was very nervous while speaking, even more nervous when being asked questions, but after finishing, I felt everyone was very enthusiastic."

"I never thought I could add so many teachers as friends." Fang Ziye rubbed his nose with his right hand; the corner of his mouth was truly hard to suppress, and his teeth unconsciously bit into the air.

"You thought about it, just didn't think it would be this early." Yuan Weihong snorted, directly tearing open Fang Ziye's camouflage gauze clothes, revealing the naked Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye heard this, pressed his lips together, nodded honestly, then tucked in his chin, his voice murmuring: "Actually, I'd been thinking about it since Teachers' Day two years ago."

"That time was the first time Master spoke of the full picture of this world; I felt the world was vast and I was tiny, even thinking I couldn't leave Enshi, where my hometown was."

"Let alone going out to face the whole province?"

Yuan Weihong's complexion was slightly off; Fang Ziye remembered that Teachers' Day deeply, but he almost had no impression of it, then turned his head to look at Deng Yong next door.

As the protagonist of Teachers' Day, Deng Yong was even more utterly baffled as to what he had said back then that made Fang Ziye remember it so deeply.

Deng Yong said: "Manage these new friends you added today well, and they will be your most direct personnel resources for the whole province in the future. If you want to collect cases that interest you later, or if you go to a prefecture-level city hospital to conduct consultation surgeries, the ones you contact most often will be them."

"Of course, managing them doesn't mean treating them like people in your own department." Deng Yong added a sentence.

When Deng Yong first noticed Fang Ziye, Fang Ziye was still a 'little simp,' simping for Senior Brothers, superiors, and teachers.

Now that he was a superior himself, Fang Ziye occasionally liked to put on the airs of a Senior Brother and superior, calculating everyone's identity down to the last detail.

Of course, getting along with people in the department like that was fine; at least you could bring them direct benefits. Everyone was direct fellow disciples, and if you were a bit fierce, they'd only take it as concern.

When getting along with peers from prefecture-level city hospitals, this mode of interaction naturally didn't apply.

"Master, rest assured, I roughly know what to do. Didn't I go to Enshi Central Hospital to study before?" Fang Ziye followed at Deng Yong's side, reminding him.

Because Fang Ziye was too young, Deng Yong hadn't really gotten his fill of being a master to Fang Ziye before Fang Ziye graduated, causing Deng Yong not to have reacted to the fact that Fang Ziye had been to Enshi Central Hospital.

"Eat at the venue or go back to eat?" Deng Yong stopped giving further instructions and asked.

"Master." Fang Ziye shook his head left and right, serving two purposes with one call, then said: "I'll go back to eat, and also go relieve Teacher Xie's shift earlier. Teacher Xie has been on duty for a long time consecutively; if I don't go, I'd be too embarrassed."

When in Trauma Surgery, the one 'injured' was Qin Geluo; now the one 'injured' was Xie Jinyuan.

Fang Ziye truly felt especially guilty; it should have been his own proper job.

If putting himself in the other's shoes, now having a professional master's student make Fang Ziye cover a twenty-four-hour shift for him, Fang Ziye might agree, but he wouldn't be in a comfortable mood.

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

Xie Jinyuan simply had no choice.

"Then you go, be careful on the road."

……

Fang Ziye, who had hailed a ride-hailing car at the entrance of Zhongnan Hospital's Emergency Department, had a slightly sore right wrist; he had added dozens of friends and added notes, but there were still dozens of unread friend-add messages and dozens more not yet cleaned up.

After putting away his phone, Fang Ziye swung his arm and went inside.

"Handsome guy, baked sweet potato." The charcoal-baked sweet potato vendor at the doorway was full of smiles.

Fang Ziye was a bit hungry, so he asked: "How do you sell them?"

"Ten yuan per jin. How much do you want?" Hearing Fang Ziye respond, the vendor immediately started grabbing plastic bags.

Fang Ziye hurriedly waved his hands and shook his head: "Thanks, no need! ~"

What the hell, in Fang Ziye's hometown, sweet potatoes were often fed to pigs. During the raw sweet potato harvest season they were even a few mao per jin; even if baked sweet potatoes were a bit more expensive, if they were five yuan per jin, Fang Ziye could still grit his teeth and eat one.

Ten yuan per jin.

It wasn't that Fang Ziye couldn't afford it; the interest in his Taobao account was enough to eat one, but the cost-performance ratio was too low, so Fang Ziye would rather not eat it.

Wouldn't spending a few more yuan to eat a barbecue rice bowl be more fragrant than a baked sweet potato?

After passing through the iron-barred channel door to the Emergency Department entrance, Fang Ziye was still waving his hand to apologize to the vendor; only after seeing the vendor turn around again did he enter the Emergency Department.

After entering, Fang Ziye first made way for a wheelchair, then turned left toward the Rest Room in the direction of the Emergency Trauma Center, while placing a takeout order.

Just as he finished ordering and was about to put away his phone, Nie Mingxian called.

He casually answered and held it to his ear: "Xian-ge."

"Ziye, when are you coming to the operating room? This limb reattachment surgery can't proceed without you?"

Fang Ziye: "Huh? What limb reattachment? I just got back from the venue. I haven't even eaten yet."

Nie Mingxian explained for a while, and only then did Fang Ziye finally understand.

"Xian-ge, that was sleep-talking; you should have confirmed it first. Forget it, forget it, this isn't important. No matter what, I have to eat before I come."

"Last time during surgery, I only ate breakfast and couldn't stand it. Today I must eat before coming. Wait for me a moment; I'll go report to Professor Xie first. Then I'll go to the Meal Room, eat a few bites, and come. At most, no more than twenty minutes."

"Has the Surgical Informed Consent Form been signed?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Rest assured, Ziye; Zhong Yewei isn't a brainless idiot; he definitely wouldn't do such a muddle-headed thing again. And by the way, I only found out today that Hepatobiliary Surgery's Zhong Yewei also has his difficulties!"

"His father was done in by a former Chief Resident of Digestive Internal Medicine, you understand?"

"Ah?" Fang Ziye's voice trembled upon hearing this.

Looking at people without seeing their thoughts, reading people without seeing their culture.

"This is a true story; it was a polypectomy under endoscopy."

"From my angle, I very much understand him. If Ziye you still have a grudge in your heart, Ziye you give me some face." Nie Mingxian said over the phone.

"Actually, the more outrageous the matter, the more reasons there are behind it; it's just that we can't peer into what's behind."

"Of course, whether Ziye you are willing to come or not still depends on you."

"Alright, wait for me to tidy up." Fang Ziye on his end actively hung up the phone.

After hanging up, Fang Ziye hung the white coat he had lifted with his left hand back up, then went to the Emergency Clinic of the Emergency Trauma Center.

Inside, Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan was on the phone requesting a consultation; Gong Ziming came out to exchange a few words with Fang Ziye, then hurried back to the clinic.

Fang Ziye didn't care about so much anymore; upon seeing Gong Ziming explain the situation to Xie Jinyuan, and Xie Jinyuan nod, Fang Ziye then jogged out of the Emergency Department, and continued jogging toward the Surgical Operating Room.

From the Emergency Department to the Surgical Operating Room, one needed to go from the Emergency Building to the Orthopedics Building, then up to the top floor of the Orthopedics Building, pass through the corridor toward the Surgery Building.

Outside it was sweltering; by the time Fang Ziye ran to the elevator entrance of the Orthopedics Building, his whole body was already lightly sweating.

Carefully thinking through the ins and outs of yesterday's events, Fang Ziye couldn't help but smile at the corners of his mouth.

Zhong Yewei, as an Associate Professor of Hepatobiliary Surgery and a practitioner of surgery, having his sister's husband sign this line on the Surgical Informed Consent Form sounded quite outrageous and infuriating.

A particularly normal person knows the operation and structural model of consultations and emergency surgeries at Zhongnan Hospital.

The Chief Resident handles emergency consultations, the Chief Resident handles emergency surgeries; then him doing this, isn't it a bit making things difficult for people?

If Zhong Yewei's EQ is only this much, and his way of doing things is this "crooked," he might not have made it into Hepatobiliary Surgery, let alone reached the Associate Professor position.

Think about it — who the fuck likes working with someone like that.

Looking back from today at yesterday's scene, Zhong Yewei's first thought was to apologize, not to "play the victim" and beg Fang Ziye's forgiveness — that alone steps outside the bounds of "moral kidnapping."

Fang Ziye wouldn't go into detail to understand why Zhong Yewei's father lost his life during a gastroscopy polyp removal.

"Once we're in the OR, take another look at the Surgical Informed Consent Form. No problem, we start surgery directly. This world actually has too many 'no whys.'" Fang Ziye murmured, making his decision.

Actually, from Fang Ziye's perspective, Fang Ziye wasn't wrong either — you don't want me to operate, you signed to prove it, whether you live or die has nothing to do with me?

Informed consent and informed refusal carry equal rights.

But sometimes there's no need to write a person off completely just because of a first impression.

When Fang Ziye arrived at the OR, he didn't scrub in immediately — instead, he first checked the patient's medical record book.

Zhong Yewei was also in the OR at this time, standing pressed against the wall looking a bit nervous. When Fang Ziye entered, he stood up, carefully stood by for a moment, then explained: "Doctor Fang, thanks for the trouble."

"Doctor Nie was in the OR all night yesterday!"

"Originally I didn't plan to disturb you, Doctor Fang, but Doctor Nie, Professor Liu, and Associate Professor Peng Long all tried operating, and they feel there's no way to progress further right now, so I just now used Doctor Nie's phone to call you."

"The signature and all that — definitely no problem, we've already talked it through at the Security Office!"

Zhong Yewei didn't mention anything else, his expression just sincere.

Zhong Yewei also remembered yesterday's conversation with Fang Ziye deeply — everyone has it hard, no one can take much more tossing about.

No one wants to risk ruining their lifelong career for a gamble.

Fang Ziye finished reading, looked up and said: "Sorry, Teacher Zhong, I might have been a bit too selfish."

"No no, Doctor Fang, your call was the right one."

"We're all doctors, I understand your difficulty — mainly I was too one-sided, taking things out of context." Zhong Yewei explained.

Fang Ziye went out to scrub, came back in and started putting on the sterile surgical gown, put on sterile gloves, then leaned against the operating table.

Before taking the scalpel Nie Mingxian handed over, Fang Ziye's eyes narrowed slightly, he tilted his head and asked: "Gong Luoyuan, later help me go get takeout from the Emergency Department front desk."

"I'll operate for a bit first, then go downstairs to eat when I'm done."

Hearing this, Zhong Yewei — whose butt had just touched the stool — immediately bounced up: "Doctor Fang, you haven't eaten yet?"

"No worries, I'll arrange it — when the takeout arrives, I'll just have him leave it at the doorway." Zhong Yewei directly picked up his phone and started swiping rapidly.

Fang Ziye didn't reply to waste time, head lowered, he took the surgical round knife Nie Mingxian passed over.

Scanning the surgical field, Fang Ziye discovered Nie Mingxian was currently using a limb preservation device modified from a small extracorporeal circulation instrument — only, the stump's blood supply status wasn't too good right now.

This isn't a true extracorporeal circulation instrument applicable post-amputation; the thrombi in the affected limb's arteries and veins haven't been completely cleared yet.

Ultimately, no matter how awesome Nie Mingxian's skill is, it's only "entered the hall" level — not the higher "National Treasure Doctor" level.

"Ziye, those methods you told me before, I've tried them all, but it seems the thrombi still haven't been completely eliminated. Local heparin didn't fully restore blood flow either."

"If you weren't coming, I'd have to put a venous filter on the patient's femoral vein, then forcibly do the limb replantation surgery."

"Mm, no rush, we'll take it slow — first let's explore the distal blood flow..." Fang Ziye's vascular surgery theory was very high, so after taking over the surgery, he immediately implemented a feasible approach for handling thrombi in the post-amputation stump.

Vascular surgery is Nie Mingxian's home specialty, one of the things Nie Mingxian is most interested in.

Once surgery started, Nie Mingxian's whole state was activated — hawk-like eyes sliding back and forth near the surgical field, Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Seemed like he had a lot of questions to ask, but also knew this was Fang Ziye's first time as lead surgeon for a limb replantation, and Zhong Yewei was watching worriedly about his family's condition.

Before the surgical process reaches an absolutely optimistic state, asking questions wastes time and isn't pleasing.

Developing the stump preservation device is step one of limb replantation; handling the stump is step two; only after handling the stump well and performing high-quality limb replantation does it count as a smooth surgical process...

Although Liu Huanglong is known as the youngest professor, one of the most talented Hand Surgery professors, he's also never done a surgery doing limb replantation after amputation — right now even deep down he hasn't grasped the principle behind it.

Seeing two pairs of four bewildered eyes during his operation, Fang Ziye explained slightly: "My personal understanding is, when handling the stump end post-amputation, the distal arterial blood flow should serve as the anchor."

"Observe where the blood flow comes from on one side, observe where it goes on the other."

"Once blood flow is unobstructed, we can remove the extracorporeal circulation instrument, then complete the arterial anastomosis."

"Venous anastomosis can have its time slightly extended — even staged anastomosis is feasible."

"After segmental necrosis occurs in the limb, what we fear most is lysed cell fluid entering the body through blood circulation, causing electrolyte imbalance — but we added a small blood dialysis instrument at the venous return end!"

"This way, the returning blood — at least abnormal electrolyte concentrations and other abnormal concentrations will be filtered out by the dialysis machine..."

"This small dialysis machine Mingxian modified himself is the key."

Hearing this, Nie Mingxian urged: "Industry Brother, enough commercial mutual flattery — hurry up and operate. The small dialysis machine may be key, but you still have to know how to use it."

"Someone who can't play cards, even if you give them a heavenly hand requiring a bit of technique, they'll still lose."

Nie Mingxian finished speaking and looked up, his eyes filled with a "whipped" thirst.

Don't praise me — ruthlessly whip me, let me know your technique is incredibly formidable, so I can learn.

This full-to-brimming thirst for knowledge, those bright pupils, seemed like a sharp sword stabbing into the depths of Fang Ziye's consciousness.

Compared to everyone Fang Ziye had ever seen — including Luo Tingzhu, including Lan Tianluo — not a single one had ever shown eyes that could compare to Nie Mingxian's current thirst for knowledge this "hungry."

Nie Mingxian's genius and excellence — sure enough, there's logic and definition behind it.

"My current understanding of stump handling in limb replantation still draws on and misappropriates the concepts of mangled extremity vascular reconstruction..." Fang Ziye continued slowly explaining.

Who knows if it was ten-odd minutes or twenty-odd minutes.

While the surgery on the table was in full swing, the OR's foot-pedal sensor pneumatic door was stepped open — Liu Huanglong and the others on the table didn't blink, unaffected, but Zhong Yewei guarding by the timing panel looked a bit feigned-angry.

The OR isn't an observation room — uninvited outside guests.

Zhong Yewei just stood a horse stance then sat back down.

The voice of Teacher Deng coming from the doorway was precisely the professor he'd called and begged the most these past two days.

"Professor Zhang, Professor Zheng, this OR is the one our Trauma Surgery uses most often."

"I haven't participated in ward rounds yesterday or today, so I don't know what surgery's going on inside — might just be our hospital's most common surgery, two professors please don't laugh." Deng Yong walked in while gesturing for the two to follow from outside.

The two who entered were of equal height, and even their builds were remarkably similar — lean and wiry.

One of them had a long, slender neck!

The other's neck was relatively shorter, but his face was very long, oddly adding to his height.

As Deng Yong finished speaking, the other two walked in, and then all three stood still simultaneously at the operating room doorway.

Including Deng Yong, all three were somewhat dumbfounded.

But Deng Yong was, after all, one of the group's own, so at a glance he recognized that Liu Huanglong was now leading Fang Ziye in performing the 'Clinical Limb Transplantation' that was only scheduled to formally become a routine procedure in August.

Currently this technique is immature, still in the theoretical preparation stage; the team planned to try a batch on mice in July, then misappropriate it into clinical use.

"Professor Deng, what is going on?" — a question Deng Yong knew the answer to, but Professor Zhang Yue from Huaxi Hospital did not; with his naturally raspy voice, his timbre was very coarse.

The setup on the operating table was something even the well-traveled and knowledgeable Zhang Yue had never heard of.

This is a trauma surgery operating table, you're carrying out limb replantation? And such a large leg at that!

Professor Zheng Haidong rubbed his eyes, stepped forward a few steps, stood on tiptoe to look twice, then retreated a few steps on tiptoe, treading softly.

Shaking his head: "Still can't make it out! It's not the mangled extremity injury Doctor Fang shared before either."

Deng Yong thought for a moment, then explained: "Professor Zheng, Professor Zhang, this is our team's follow-up clinical project, called Limb Transplantation. It means if a patient's condition is urgent and remote turnover isn't possible, the limb can be amputated first at a prefecture-level city hospital or other hospital to save their life."

"Then they're transferred to our hospital, where the amputated limb is replanted back on."

"This is another clinical project our team has built following the mangled extremity injury project and the functional reconstruction clinical project."

While Deng Yong spoke, Liu Huanglong and the others on the platform remained extremely professional — "high cold" and silent, not even glancing over, as if the people who had entered were not Deng Yong, much less some professors, just unrelated personnel.

Unrelated personnel in surgery are indeed unrelated personnel.

This is an extremely demanding surgery; not the slightest negligence is allowed.

Therefore, only Deng Yong and the anesthesiology professor noticed the other two professors, both nearing fifty, startle in place like a green little girl, cutely shake their heads, then lift their chins, narrow their eyes, revealing prominent crow's feet.

Zheng Haidong raised his left hand, forming half a heart shape — but not to join hearts with someone; he gripped the top of his head, gripping until it hurt slightly, then stopped, turned his long face, swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva, his Adam's apple not even bobbing.

He said: "Professor Deng, your team truly hides its light under a bushel. If we hadn't come into this operating room to dig, we still wouldn't know that what Doctor Fang shared today was actually just in the basement, right?"

Professor Zheng Haidong's voice stimulated the entranced Professor Zhang Yue back to his senses!

"Hiss—~~~"

"Hoo—~!"

"Hiss—~"

……

After three rounds of deep breathing, he turned to head out, a mouthful of Sichuanese: "Professor Zheng, how about we leave? If we don't leave now we'll turn into sour grapes."

"Can't eat it, can't learn it without serious study."

"Just like a bachelor who took aphrodisiacs, whole body left with only his cock aching!"

Hearing this, Zheng Haidong turned his head and gave Zhang Yue a thumbs-up.

This analogy is truly apt.

(Chapter End)