Chapter 436

Deng Yong followed behind Zhang Yue and Zheng Haidong as they turned, softly mimicking Zhang Yue's Sichuan-accented Mandarin: "Professor Zhang, Professor Zheng, not in a rush to leave, are we? ~"

Zhang Yue came from Sichuan University's West China Hospital in Sichuan Province, while Professor Zheng Haidong came from Jiaotong University Affiliated Sixth Hospital in the Magic Capital. Both men's standing in the nationwide Jianghu was higher than Deng Yong's.

If this Hubei Province mid-year academic conference was hosted by Zhongnan Hospital, and the Trauma Surgery Branch was Deng Yong broadly inviting renowned professors from major hospitals, they still might not have been able to invite these two, Zhang and Zheng.

Professors are Chief Physicians; Deng Yong is also an Attending Physician, but the circle of Attending Physicians and the circle of Attending Physicians are not the same, and the circles among professors are also not quite the same. Basically it is very hard to cross circles; what kind of circle has internal members who would play with each other.

The reason Zhang Yue and Zheng Haidong came to Zhongnan Hospital this time was mainly because they were lured by the "Mangled Extremity" research project shared by Fang Ziye.

Zhang Yue's smoky voice rang out again, hoarse yet high-pitched, his steps not stopping, body moving slowly forward: "Professor Zheng, if this surgery is the Mangled Extremity surgery just shared by Doctor Fang, I'll stay and watch for a while."

"But I just glanced a few times; the surgery Doctor Fang operates as Lead Surgeon doesn't have much relation to pure Mangled Extremity, ah."

"Haven't even learned to walk yet, thinking of running will only make you fall flat on your face; this pit I'm not jumping into."

For Zhang Yue to mix his way up to Professor Level, how cunning must he be; purely seeking abuse kind of thing is no longer something a professor of his level should do.

Middle-aged, and having reached the Professor Level's Mandate of Heaven years, life planning has long since set. Zhang Yue has his own surgeries he wants to do, disease type directions he wants to research.

Can come to Zhongnan Hospital out of curiosity to see how Mangled Extremity treatment actually operates, but to expend energy, heart's blood, even halt one's own research projects to learn to be a copy machine — how is that possible?

Even if wanting to learn, can only let subordinates come learn, let them have a few more alternative paths before their life trajectories have set.

Zheng Haidong highly approved of Zhang Yue's thinking: "Professor Zhang sees through it clearly, ah; I just secretly peeked at the surgery progress too."

"According to the Mangled Extremity progression process shared by Doctor Fang, it should be: starting from 'Lower Limb' Mangled Extremity limb-salvage surgery, transitioning to functional reconstruction surgery, then progressing to Upper Limb limb-salvage and functional reconstruction surgery, slowly pushing out a standardized treatment process, then spreading the project to other units for successful piloting — only then is it possible to advance further."

"This is a normal process, but clearly, Professor Deng's team came prepared; the gap between the in-progress project's progress and the shared project's progress is a bit large, ah."

In-progress project is the project you are doing.

Shared project is the project you have already done, can take out to lecture and share with others; most are mature projects, at least self-contained, able to justify themselves.

The two require completely different concepts of prior knowledge reserve quantity.

Medicine is not child's play; surgery even more cannot be child's play.

Deng Yong also slowed his pace to catch up with the two "slippery" old mud loaches, smiling sheepishly: "Looks like our team has no chance to receive the two professors' guidance."

"Our team's Ziye also said, if there's a chance, it would be great to invite Professor Zhang — who lectured at the Asia Orthopedics Academic Conference in Thailand a few years ago — to come exchange ideas."

Zhang Yue's gaze flashed lightly, he tilted his head slightly: "Are these words from you, Professor Deng, or from Doctor Fang, ah?"

Deng Yong's steps paused slightly: "Professor Zhang, may I make a candid joke?"

"Speak." Zhang Yue raised his right hand.

"When Professor Zhang you shared back then, I wasn't even at the sub-venue. The one who knew you were researching the sub-direction of post-traumatic scar repair was Ziye, not us old fellows."

"In my impression, Professor Zhang you do more of post-fracture malunion deformity correction..." Deng Yong's words were a bit frank, also a bit hurtful.

Zheng Haidong laughed lightly.

Actually this is normal too; many professors, including Zheng Haidong, often go travel under the guise of academic conferences; after finishing sharing their lecture content, they just slip away like a yo-yo.

This is an understandable thing.

Just making this kind of joke in front of Zhang Yue's face is a bit too blunt.

Zhang Yue's eyes held only embarrassment; he sighed lightly: "Looks like I need to improve my lecturing level; otherwise can't even attract domestic peers, yet go abroad to lecture for others — truly a bit laughable."

"But Professor Deng, how would Ziye be interested in scar repair? Scar repair is actually an intersex surgery between Trauma Surgery, Hand Surgery, and Cosmetic Plastic Surgery; it doesn't belong to clinical therapeutic surgical techniques anymore."

Scar repair appears more in Cosmetic Plastic Hospitals. Currently many Top-tier Grade-A Hospitals are also developing in this direction.

Just Cosmetic and Plastic don't align with 'non-profit' hospitals' original intent; once entering this trade, whether public or private, most are for 'profit' purposes.

Cosmetic does not belong to medical treatment!

Cosmetic surgical techniques are also not therapeutic surgical techniques.

"This I'm not too clear on for now, but Ziye indeed said so. And now Ziye is still at the Chief Resident stage; after seeing in advance that Professor Zhang your shared content this time wasn't the scar repair direction, he didn't ask for leave to go to the scene." Deng Yong explained.

Professor Zhang's main attack direction naturally isn't post-traumatic scar repair and scar healing; mainly still malunion deformity, Lower Limb Deformity Osteotomy Correction surgery.

This academic conference, invited by Professor Duan Hong, Zhang Yue shared the topic of Femur Malunion Post-Correction Osteotomy related content.

"Scar repair belongs to a minor path; for Limb Deformity, Mangled Extremity, terminal clinical disease types. Scar healing is already their luxury wish."

"After experiencing multiple major surgeries, those still able to undergo scar repair are basically all very, very rich people."

"I personally am not willing to spend more time researching this sub-direction; there are quite a few Cosmetic Hospitals that have been contacting me, hoping I'd go cooperate with them in research."

"I also can't be bothered to go."

Speaking here, Zhang Yue stopped, looked at Professor Zheng Haidong: "Professor Zheng must not think I'm being lofty, ah; I, this person, am not lofty at all."

Zheng Haidong shook his head: "Wouldn't think that; Professor Zhang you are extremely, extremely down-to-earth."

"Professor Deng, your side — any special dark rooms?" Zheng Haidong's right hand extended two fingers, forming a One-Finger Zen gesture.

"Happy Room? Have have have..." Deng Yong immediately led the two winding around, arriving at a partitioned rest room.

Pushing the door open, a familiar 'pungent' smell rushed at them, causing the several Old Smokers' spiritual senses to all relax.

Deng Yong first distributed cigarettes, then three lighter clicks of various colors sounded in succession. Deng Yong picked up the Disposable Paper Cup inside, began pouring warm water for the two.

Cigarette Butt bounced up and down with his lips as he spoke, voice slightly muffled: "Conditions here aren't good, only plain boiled water, but this stuff there's plenty of."

Deng Yong gave each person a small purple Ashtray; after speaking he even upturned his own cigarette into the ashtray's missing corner, twisted his neck, poured himself a cup of water, drank it in one gulp.

After Zheng Haidong drank about half his water, he slowly set down the cup and asked: "Professor Deng, when might there be a chance to come to our Magic Capital and share your clinical project?"

"This is a new direction; believe Professor Deng you bring this project over, there will be very, very many people interested."

Professor Zhang Yue opened his mouth to speak, but then seemed to recall something, closed his opened mouth, pressed his lips together.

Deng Yong heard this, brows furrowed: "Professor Zheng, to be honest, currently this project's advancement is mainly Ziye as Lead Surgeon; if I go substitute lecture, I'm afraid I can't analyze it clearly; then it'd purely be digging pits and not filling them, inciting public anger!"

"Ziye is currently Chief Resident too, not good to leave for too long."

Deng Yong clamped the Cigarette Butt and smiled: "So have to disappoint Professor Zheng your kind intention."

Zhang Yue was more frank: "Professor Deng, your meaning is? Ziye is this project's pillar?"

"Then you, this team's Head of Department, days are also passing tight, ah."

Team having abundant talent is a good thing, but if below 'every single one has a rebellious bone', then as the Head of Department's Head of Department, days are actually not good either.

After all, one still has to make do with others.

After Zhang Yue voiced Zheng Haidong's doubt, Zheng Haidong accompanied Deng Yong for a puff; watching Deng Yong exhale smoke through his nose, Zheng Haidong blew a smoke ring from his mouth.

Deng Yong grinned, baring his teeth: "Professor Zhang, I don't know how you see it. In my view, for a person to move upward, the middle years rely more on certain connections. But once a certain level is reached, personal ability again occupies a larger share."

"Without a diamond drill, one cannot take on porcelain work."

"If I truly were that formidable, the two professors would have been my good friends long ago."

Different people move in different circles; Deng Yong's circle in Hubei Province is indeed broad enough, but in the nationwide orthopedics jianghu, the circles he can move in are only t2-level.

People like Duan Hong, discipline leaders of various provinces, who possess a unique skill and can produce research projects with capabilities that baffle ordinary people — only they are sufficient to reach the t1 top-expert realm.

Without 'National Treasure Doctor'-level basic skills, others simply won't bring you along to play.

Just like some department directors within Hubei Province — if they don't even have 'entry-level' operational skill, it's also very hard for them to squeeze into Deng Yong's circle.

There are too many such people, so many that Deng Yong can't be bothered to add them as friends, can't be bothered to maintain relationships.

This is actually a kind of alternative exclusion.

One step higher, that is the true 'top-tier' National Treasure Doctor realm — basically the class representatives of Eastern Han orthopedics, and the benchmarks of the Eastern Han orthopedics specialty.

Even Duan Hong can't squeeze in; that circle has only about ten people, going round and round.

Deng Yong's words were very sincere, and also a bit heartbreaking.

Indeed, that step cannot be squeezed into by relying on connections. Because those who squeeze in via connections will basically have their loopholes discovered, and then be excluded.

Because once at a position like Duan Hong's, one must truly do practical things and undertake certain tasks.

This task you can't handle, that task you also can't handle — then how could others still play with you?

Deng Yong knew himself: the reason he couldn't squeeze in was insufficient strength, nothing else.

Duan Hong has a team similar to his own around him, gathered and assembled a large batch of experts many years ago; those years of accumulated foundation are fundamentally not something Deng Yong's team can catch up to in a few years.

"Professor Deng, your words are a bit 'vicious'; those who don't know would think we're engaging in some 'fan-circle' culture, very exclusionary." Zhang Yue extinguished his cigarette butt, his smoky voice becoming even crisper.

But Zhang Yue's expression wasn't angry; this was just private chat, not to be escalated.

"Wearing ill-fitting shoes, only oneself knows whether one's own feet are comfortable."

"Even if you squeeze in, you'll only be uncomfortable yourself — like a husky mixed into a wolf pack — panic-stricken."

"So, this time Professor Zhang and Professor Zheng, you're willing to add me as a friend — can the two professors know how flattered and anxious I am?" Deng Yong finished, took a drag, and also stubbed out his cigarette butt.

Seeing both men's hands free, Zheng Haidong began distributing his own cigarettes.

Clenching the cigarette butt between his teeth, the ember jumping up and down: "Too much, Professor Deng; your exaggerated tone is becoming more and more unreal."

"We're all half-buried in the earth; do we still need this kind of commercial mutual flattery?"

Deng Yong said: "In my heart, the two professors are both honored guests and teachers; it's not really flattery, only envy and respect."

Zheng Haidong and Zhang Yue both said nothing more, instead each lighting their windproof lighters again; after a whoosh, the sparks at the cigarette tips grew brighter.

"Professor Deng, more exchanges in the future!"

"Let's not say more such words. We're all peers." Professor Zheng Haidong said softly.

Actually Zheng Haidong could also understand Deng Yong's current mindset: hovering outside a circle for many years, suddenly one day entering it, a bit at a loss, unable to settle his attitude, so his words and actions become relatively cautious.

But Zheng Haidong and Zhang Yue, they've long since seen it openly. A person's lifetime — once reaching a certain height, it's also set; whether one rushes or doesn't rush, what's contested is just another level of layer.

That's not the realization of personal value; it's the hope to break through one high mountain after another.

Either harboring a grand dream, with a heart to heal the world; or harboring an obsession, yearning to leave a name for a thousand ages, fragrance for ten thousand ages — similar to ancient literati's obsession with the posthumous title 'Wenzheng'.

"Please, two professors, guide me more in the future." Deng Yong put it slightly more tactfully, his heart like rock candy.

Zheng Haidong's expression became rather conflicted, and he asked: "Professor Deng, have you ever thought — in the future, Doctor Fang might go out for further study, or accumulate similar experiences like overseas visits?"

"If there's a further-study request, our Sixth Hospital of Magic Capital sincerely welcomes it."

The most formal phrasing is actually that Zheng Haidong wants to send someone for further study, but if Magic Capital Sixth Hospital people come to Zhongnan Hospital for further study, they can't pass the hospital's 'further-study review' hurdle.

This is similar to a County People's Hospital going to a County Central Hospital or County TCM Hospital or even County Second People's Hospital for further study — the leadership definitely won't allow it!

Magic Capital Sixth Hospital's 'paired assistance' plan wants to come to Zhongnan Hospital; Zhongnan Hospital's review won't pass; the only way to legitimately complete exchange learning is to have Fang Ziye go for 'further study'.

Only, such phrasing sounds nice from Zheng Haidong's mouth, but Deng Yong felt uncomfortable inside.

Zhang Yue merely glanced at Deng Yong's somewhat pained expression and explained: "Doctor Fang probably won't take the further-study route, right? From Doctor Fang's profile, his research accumulation is very substantial."

Promotion in professional title — either strength isn't enough, needing to go out for further study; or papers aren't enough, also needing to go out for further study.

With both present, Fang Ziye going to Magic Capital Sixth Hospital wouldn't be further study, but transmitting the Dharma.

To then have Fang Ziye beg to go 'transmit the Dharma' — even Zhang Yue hearing it feels not quite proper.

"If there's an opportunity then, I'll definitely contact Professor Zheng." Although Deng Yong felt pained, he also upheld the principle of not hitting a smiling face with an outstretched hand, and agreed first.

The second happy cigarette finished, the three began packing up to leave the operating room, then headed straight for the conference venue...

Along the way, although the three of Deng Yong were talking and laughing, looking harmonious, in fact each person's mood at this moment was different, thoughts drifting to different places.

After Fang Ziye completed the residual limb's vascular handling, then amid Liu Huanglong and Nie Mingxian's surprise, he checked the blood-flow situation together with the two of them.

Fang Ziye said: "Teacher Liu, it should be about done; I'll go down first to eat a meal, eat and come back up to help, learn limb replantation from you!"

Fang Ziye had just finished speaking when his right ulna styloid process felt a heavy strike from a hemostat; he hurriedly retracted lightly and raised his head to look at the attacker.

"Less yin-yang sarcasm, more human talk; don't think just because you're young and promising I won't dare hit you." Liu Huanglong's voice was muffled.

Fang Ziye hurriedly cupped his fist, stepped back, and took his leave.

Alright, Fang Ziye indeed only wanted to give Liu Huanglong 'face' and left, forgetting this leg was amputated by Liu Huanglong while on the platform.

Having Liu Huanglong amputate then do limb replantation — this is hardly a place worth learning from.

Of course, also can't say 'Xiao Liu, wait for me to eat a meal'.

Might as well not say it, maintain silence — you understand, I understand, everyone understands; see through but don't speak through.

"Teacher Liu, I'm going to eat!?" Fang Ziye took off his clothes, turned his head, and said.

Liu Huanglong didn't turn his head, but formally began the standardized limb replantation surgery.

Zhong Yewai waited to one side, and upon seeing Fang Ziye finish giving instructions, the corners of his mouth bloomed into a chrysanthemum smile: "Doctor Fang, thank you for your hard work, thank you for your hard work, the meal ordered downstairs has arrived."

"I was truly negligent; I didn't expect this situation, I'm embarrassed."

After speaking, Zhong Yewai turned again and cupped his hands: "Teacher Liu, Doctor Nie, thank you both for your hard work. After I take Doctor Fang downstairs to eat, I must return to work."

"The rest is entrusted to you teachers."

"I never meant any offense; I hope both teachers won't mind that I've been an eyesore in the operating room for a while. I'll leave immediately."

In just these few seconds, Associate Professor Zhong Yewai maximized the two concepts of human relations and self-deprecation.

The reason Associate Professor Zhong Yewai stayed was to personally ask Fang Ziye face-to-face, asking Fang Ziye to come take a look so he could go on stage.

The reason he didn't leave immediately was to arrange a meal for Fang Ziye.

Now that Fang Ziye had gone downstairs, Associate Professor Zhong Yewai also sensibly stopped being an eyesore, avoiding being misunderstood as a 'supervisor' monitoring the operations of Teacher Liu Huanglong and others to catch a mistake.

Teacher Liu Huanglong said nothing, but continued to perform the surgery seriously.

After Zhong Yewai and Fang Ziye left the operating room, Zhong Yewai slightly bowed his slightly plump body: "Doctor Fang, I especially thank you for your generosity in not holding it against me. This kindness, I will always keep in my heart."

"To be honest, concern leads to confusion. When I was ten and my younger sister was six, my mother passed away in an accident, and my father raised us two siblings."

"My father didn't enjoy much fortune before passing away in an accident. Nowadays, apart from my own family, the only person relatively close to me is her."

"My mother passed away early, so my relationship with my maternal uncle's family gradually faded..."

"Time can erase many, many things, but only kinship can be retained."

After Fang Ziye dried his hands, he replied: "Teacher Zhong, let's not be sentimental. I'm almost crying from what you said; if it affects the surgery later, that wouldn't be good."

"I'll go eat first, then do the surgery well. I can't guarantee anything, but I'll do my best."

"That's already very good, Doctor Fang." Zhong Yewai's eyes had already turned red.

After that, there was no more nonsense.

Some things are originally an endless account. In Zhong Yewai's understanding, he wasn't wrong at all.

His own father was killed by a 'novice' in the hospital, yet he was still willing to believe in the hospital where he worked. That was already a kind of generosity.

But who the hell could have imagined that the Chief Resident of Orthopedics was like a 'show-off', and even an Associate Professor had technical blind spots in front of a Professor?

In the Meal Room, there was still food to eat. It was just that Fang Ziye ate in a rather special and abundant way.

After Zhong Yewai left, Fang Ziye looked at the takeout bill: 208!

Zhong Yewai was indeed willing to spend.

But in Fang Ziye's view, it was still too extravagant; he simply couldn't eat so much.

But since the food had been bought, not eating it would definitely be a waste.

Fang Ziye did not pretend to be generous and invite other strangers to eat.

Putting himself in others' shoes, if someone Fang Ziye didn't know, even a colleague from this hospital, invited him to eat delicious food in the Meal Room, he would feel uncomfortable and think the other person had something wrong with them.

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

Actually, Fang Ziye felt that after he finished operating on the mangled extremity, he could just leave, and leave the rest to Teacher Liu Huanglong and Doctor Nie Mingxian to handle.

However, this was the first limb implantation surgery after an amputation. Although it was an emergency surgery, the postoperative quality did not need to be maximally guaranteed.

But Fang Ziye felt that since it was done, it should be done better.

A mangled extremity required amputation because it was difficult to debride.

After amputation surgery, limb replantation was difficult, the difficulty being the fear that the affected limb had already necrosed!

However, all of this had actually been relatively perfectly solved. The only problem was that after amputation, the affected limb would shorten somewhat!

That was not a problem.

Shortening of the affected limb was still better than missing a limb entirely.

Furthermore, after surgery, the shortening of the affected limb's fracture could be treated with a second-stage lengthening surgery, or the healthy side limb could undergo osteotomy shortening.

By then, there would be many alternative options available.

After Fang Ziye fully geared up and went back on stage, Teacher Liu Huanglong had already, accompanied by Doctor Nie Mingxian, completed the external fixation treatment with the external fixator.

The patient's amputation surface had a bone defect, so Teacher Liu Huanglong did not shorten the affected limb, but planned to leave the fracture untreated in one stage, using external fixation with the external fixator to first restore the affected limb's length and bone support.

"Ziye, Mingxian has applied to suture the blood vessels, I have applied to suture the nerves. What's left for you is to suture the tendons, muscles, and fatty tissues. What do you think?" Teacher Liu Huanglong joked.

Fang Ziye smiled and nodded: "I think that's fine."

Teacher Liu Huanglong looked at Doctor Nie Mingxian: "See, I knew Ziye would definitely agree to take the hardest piece of hard bone."

Doctor Nie Mingxian lowered his head to begin suturing the blood vessels to restore blood supply to the lower limb, while continuing to explore the process of Fang Ziye's vascular exploration and incision treatment of the mangled extremity, occasionally thoughtful.

After Fang Ziye assisted from the side, with another Fellow Trainee as assistant, Teacher Liu Huanglong could temporarily rest.

The Anesthesiology Department doctor stood with hands on chest, looking curiously: "Teacher Liu, isn't the difficulty of suturing soft tissue the smallest? Hand Surgeons often say the difficulty of skin suturing is less than fat, fat less than muscle, muscle less than tendon, tendon less than blood vessel, blood vessel less than nerve..."

Teacher Liu Huanglong turned his head and said: "Teacher Liang, that's for normal limb replantation, not limb replantation after a mangled extremity amputation."

"For limb severance caused by sharp instrument injury, under standardized treatment, one just needs to follow the treatment process. With solid basic skills, limb replantation can be completed."

"But after a mangled extremity, with a large amount of soft tissue damaged, and still needing to complete soft tissue suturing, the difficulty is much greater!"

"Look, these two muscles. A regular Hand Surgeon probably wouldn't suture them..."

Teacher Liu Huanglong himself was a Hand Surgeon and understood Hand Surgery best.

Ordinary limb replantation surgery requires trimming the limb's cross-section, removing much soft tissue, before suturing.

For mangled extremity patients, the difficulty lies in the treatment of the soft tissue surface.

Finger replantation after mangled extremity amputation still faces the treatment of damaged soft tissue surfaces. Suturing after amputation is much more difficult than normal tissue suturing.

At this point, the difficulty of suturing relatively regular blood vessels and nerves is far less than the difficulty of soft tissue suturing.

After all, the remaining soft tissue, when sutured, might be similar to suturing soft "meat slices."

The vessel stumps were already dealt with yesterday.

The nerve stumps, likewise.

The patient's femoral nerve can compensate after shortening, but the sciatic nerve side seems to have been shortened a bit too severely; it may require second-stage handling.

……

Fang Ziye looked at Liu Huanglong and Nie Mingxian's handling, observing their operations through the technical aspects of Trauma Vascular Suture and Nerve Anastomosis.

One would discover that Nie Mingxian's talent is slightly higher than Liu Huanglong's; currently Nie Mingxian's Vascular Anastomosis already has a touch of the flavor of Trauma Vascular Suture.

Whereas Professor Liu Huanglong's Nerve Anastomosis only carries a tiny bit, a mere thread of the corresponding concept.

Both have high plasticity; when the next suturing comes, telling them face-to-face exactly how to correct it will suffice.

Similarly, Fang Ziye also understands that Liu Huanglong's skill and Medical Attainment run deeper, so he has entered the trap too deeply; how hard would it be to 'discard' his original understanding of nerve suturing?

Customs and culture between different villages are hard enough to mutually understand, let alone such deep-level suturing concepts and micro-operation changes?

It is precisely because it has not become instinct that Liu Huanglong has kept maintaining thinking and questioning.

If it were a 'stubborn' Prefecture-level City Hospital director, firmly believing what he learned is the correct principle, firmly believing his learned operative technique is the supreme way, pulling all technical micro-operations toward the direction he understands.

Then don't teach.

This is not Alarmism.

Everyone will gravitate toward their more familiar 'comfort zone' when facing matters, seeking a more familiar 'sense of security'.

And much research requires walking out of such a comfort zone, which makes many people feel it is aimless 'random scurrying'.

Fang Ziye checked the Blood Supply; the Blood Supply was good.

This Surgery is definitely not suitable for Nerve Block Anesthesia or Waist Anesthesia, so the patient's intraoperative Motor Function is not even worth discussing.

At the same time, Fang Ziye checked the small "Dialysis Machine" again; it was still working.

"Teacher Liang, could you help draw a tube of Femoral Vein blood for Blood Gas Analysis? See how the Dialysis Machine's working state is?" Fang Ziye suggested.

Blood reflux occurs through the veins; the Femoral Vein is the conduit collecting all blood reflux flux from the single lower limb. If the Electrolytes at the Femoral Vein are not Off-the-charts, and the concentration of necrotic tissue and other harmful substances is also normal.

This proves this line of thinking is reliable!

Fang Ziye's continuing suturing operation is not the absolute difficulty of Limb Transplantation. The absolute difficulty of Limb Transplantation lies in preserving the affected limb, in performing Debridement on the mangled surface!

"Teacher Liu, you're Hand Surgery; how do you find Ziye's suturing technique?" Nie Mingxian raised his head and asked with a smile.

Liu Huanglong said: "Can't evaluate, dare not evaluate, unable to evaluate."

"You just want me to make a mistake." Liu Huanglong glared at Nie Mingxian.

Nie Mingxian hehe'd a laugh.

Fang Ziye timely raised his head and asked in a low voice: "Teacher Liu, you directly didn't Attend this Academic conference; won't you feel it's a pity?"

Liu Huanglong heard this and got even angrier: "Isn't that all thanks to you, Fang Ziye?"

"I was a perfectly good Hand Surgery Professor and stopped doing it, came to Trauma Surgery to mix and eat rice; you tell me which Branch Society's Academic conference I should go attend?"

"Go to Hand Surgery, others say I eat from the bowl while eyeing the pot."

"Go to Trauma Surgery, they say I'm not doing my proper job."

"So……"

Nie Mingxian very keenly caught a word and immediately interrupted: "Teacher Liu, you can not-do-proper-job Ziye?"

Liu Huanglong's tone and Expression stiffened.

No Reaction: "What does 'wu Ziye' mean?"

Nie Mingxian cleared his throat: "According to normal meaning, not-doing-proper-job means not doing one's Duty. 'Wu' means 'to do/engage in'."

Nie Mingxian looked at Fang Ziye holding the Needle Holder: "What are you looking at, you still dare knock me?"

Fang Ziye lowered his head and started muttering.

The Anesthesiologist and Circulating Nurses were all laughing.

Fang Ziye was working seriously; Liu Huanglong and Nie Mingxian, the two of them, were happy to watch Fang Ziye Eat Defeat, continuing to cooperate seriously on one hand while observing and Learning on the other.

And right in such an Atmosphere, a Level 0 Miracle burst forth in an operating room of Zhongnan Hospital!

Limb Transplantation.

Not Limb Replantation, at least a prototype of concepts exceeding current understanding by two levels, on the verge of emerging.

Liu Huanglong couldn't be bothered to Joke anymore; Nie Mingxian also had no more intention to tease!

Instead, one needle in, one turn of the head; one needle out, another turn of the head, one Ligature — their Breathing was slowly dominated by Fang Ziye's suturing Rhythm.

Until the Last Stitch ended……

Having watched, they count as Miracle Participants.

What's more, the two of them truly Participated inside.

Research progress walks step by step like this.

(Chapter End)