Chapter 449: The Car-Crash Squad (Seeking Subscriptions)

July 2nd, Monday, the first working day of July.

The surgery schedule had already been arranged on July 1st, and Monday's ward round was nothing out of the ordinary; after finishing the round, Fang Ziye didn't put on any airs and simply led the group straight down to the operating room.

Behind Fang Ziye, Liu Haojiang, the only doctoral student in Vice Professor Chen Fang's group, and Nie Mingxian were talking, and the three of them walked into the changing room together.

After changing into slippers in the changing room and picking up scrub suits to change clothes, Nie Mingxian said: "Ziye, I think you need to arrange things properly; right now Professor Chen only has Liu Haojiang as a single doctoral student."

"Discharge medical record quality control, on-shelf medical record review, surgery sequence sorting records, surgical record corrections — so much pressure is all piled onto Liu Haojiang alone; it's indeed a bit outrageous."

"Haojiang even said he can barely hold on."

Nie Mingxian had just finished speaking when Liu Haojiang's voice hurriedly slipped into Fang Ziye's ear: "Brother Ye, I didn't. I think it's still okay."

Liu Haojiang had a crew-cut flat top, a completely nondescript face, and was usually honest and simple.

Fang Ziye had heard that Liu Haojiang's family background was even worse than his own; from undergraduate through the doctoral stage, all tuition relied on student loans, and living expenses after the master's stage also relied on hospital subsidies.

Hearsay is hearsay; in the past, Fang Ziye's reach couldn't stretch this far anyway.

A doctoral student of Vice Professor Chen Fang in Professor Dong Yaohui's group — what does that have to do with you, Fang Ziye?

Any two people, if they've only met once and never interacted, cannot speak of any sentiment.

"Haojiang, you have to tell the truth~"

"Being able to handle the workload also depends on how you handle it; if it means losing all learning opportunities and experimental opportunities, that is overdrafting your future."

"Have Gu Guangyuan and Shou Jun'ai from your group already graduated?" Fang Ziye asked while taking off his clothes, his voice a bit muffled after being blocked by his short sleeve.

"Yes, Brother Ye; the three master's graduates from this class have all graduated and gone to work; it seems none of them had the chance to pursue a doctorate." Liu Haojiang said.

Pursuing a doctorate is very hard; the past Fang Ziye also faced this predicament — if you have no specialty and no opportunity, you may not even have the chance to continue advanced study.

"Then pull Nie Duo and Feng Junfeng up to help out."

Liu Haojiang scratched his head and said: "But Brother Ye, Nie Duo and Feng Junfeng are about to enter their third year and face the PhD entrance exam or employment; they can't even handle their own affairs."

"Brother Hua is already planning to take over the surgery scheduling; I can at least free up a period of time."

Nie Duo is Vice Professor Chen Fang's master's student; Feng Junfeng is Nie Xuehua's master's student; both are currently in their second year of master's, about to enter third year and face graduation.

When Fang Ziye faced graduation, they had only just come to Zhongnan Hospital; now they've actually become graduating students too.

"Let's talk later; let's go into the operating room first and check the patient's data." After Fang Ziye folded his clothes and put them in the cabinet, he only then started unbuckling his belt...

Nie Mingxian wanted to say "why don't I try," but the task Fang Ziye assigned yesterday left Nie Mingxian a bit overwhelmed.

The main tasks weren't done well, yet he wanted to go open the gate of kindness; in the end, both sides would be defeated.

"Ziye, why are you walking so fast?" Nie Mingxian's voice came from far behind.

Fang Ziye tilted his head slightly and said: "Brother Xian, aren't you walking too slowly?"

But in his heart he thought: I'm definitely walking fast; my girlfriend, who I was just intimate with last night, is still working in the operating room right now — I have to go see how she's doing.

If her condition isn't good, I'll have to thicken my face and ask Director Ceng Quanming of Anesthesiology for leave.

Fang Ziye admits he "is truly lustful"; his lack of thorough consideration is indeed a lack of thorough consideration — after all, he didn't pick a time before a weekend, and ran into July 2nd?

So much so that Luo Tingzhu didn't even have buffer time to rest before having to work like an ox and horse in the operating room.

But the heartache is truly real heartache.

"Am I that slow?"

"Forget it; you walk yours, Haojiang and I will walk slowly; are you rushing to be reincarnated?" Nie Mingxian's mindset is now much more relaxed.

Being able to occupy a unique position in a team, growing together with everyone — that position can make your mindset very calm.

Fang Ziye excels in his way, I excel in mine; each takes their strengths, each compensates for their weaknesses.

Let Fang Ziye play with 'instruments' — Fang Ziye may not necessarily win...

Crash-clatter.

Fang Ziye extended his right foot to the sensing valve at the operating room doorway; the sound of the operating room's pneumatic automatic sensing door being activated entered his ears; as the pneumatic door gradually shifted right and cleared the view, Fang Ziye finally saw a pair of somewhat aggrieved eyes.

Luo Tingzhu wore a scrub suit, topped with the Anesthesiology Department's standard self-brought floral-patterned cloth cap; she had already given the patient anesthesia and was now typing records at the anesthesia machine.

After Fang Ziye walked a few steps inside, Luo Tingzhu's flickering, shy, evasive single eyeball was exceptionally clear in Fang Ziye's field of vision.

She sat very straight, also as if not afraid of the cold, and hadn't put on a 'warm jacket'; her fair pair of upper arms were like natural jade lotus roots; the biceps had a slight protrusion but looked like the 'soft and floppy' kind of fleshy feel.

She noticed Fang Ziye gradually approaching; her body stiffened slightly; after lightly turning her slender neck, her gaze stared tightly at Fang Ziye.

What does he want to do?

This is the operating room — don't come near, don't come near...

The pleading, wronged, near-tears gaze entered Fang Ziye's vision; Fang Ziye's heart stirred and he asked: "Where's Teacher Ceng?"

"Teacher Ceng went to the operating room next door; today this operating room is entirely managed by Professor Xu Long."

"For the first surgery we chose lumbar anesthesia plus local nerve block; the main purposes are as follows: one..."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye's heart clenched; unwilling to let Luo Tingzhu be so nervous, he said: "Stop reciting the textbook; I'll go check the patient's MRI — this patient's mangled extremity is quite strange."

"Blood supply is patent, but other soft tissues have large-area defects; I think there should be a fairly large area of thrombus, nerve damage, etc."

A workplace is definitely not suitable for teasing.

If this were at home, Fang Ziye would definitely go up and hug her.

Turning to the film viewer, Fang Ziye still used his peripheral vision to observe Luo Tingzhu; at this moment she was like someone covering their ears while stealing a bell, adjusting her sitting posture to be extremely serious and formal.

Little does she know, it is precisely this formality that may betray her.

Fang Ziye knows that in handling certain details, including but not limited to emotional management, Luo Tingzhu may not do very well — possibly due to lack of parental care and guidance.

When Luo Tingzhu first came to Trauma Surgery, her procedure for getting Teacher Deng Yong to sign was a bit "simple and crude"; she wasn't selling herself, she was calling roll — Teacher Deng Yong signed and she didn't occupy a quota.

This priority order is actually a bit messy.

Then, in the training room, Luo Tingzhu left everyone in the dust; but when she paid attention to others, she would directly say how the other person could do better, without pointing out the other person's shortcomings.

In the laboratory...

"Relax a bit, Tingzhu; others don't have X-ray vision; if you're too nervous, others will notice you instead."

"/Kiss" After Fang Ziye sent the expression and once again dimmed his mobile phone screen, he suddenly discovered——

The fastest way for a couple's feelings to heat up is actually!!!

Fang Ziye was a bit surprised, but quickly calmed down.

After all, according to Maslow's hierarchy of needs, sex is the most basic physiological need; when you possess something that can satisfy these things, you will want to hold onto it tightly.

And previously, Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu's interaction mode was more about 'appreciation', 'spiritual communication'.

But please don't forget, the most reliable thing maintaining spatial relationships in this world is not spirit, but flesh.

Luo Tingzhu didn't reply, so Fang Ziye continued reading films.

This mangled extremity's situation was quite special; it wasn't because it was very complex to perform, the special point lay in how these blood vessels remained intact amid such violence.

Because there was simplification, this mangled extremity surgery was actually quite "simple" to operate.

After seeing clearly, Fang Ziye carefully thought about his current capabilities, then edited another message to Luo Tingzhu: "Let's go eat lunch together in a bit."

Luo Tingzhu wasn't that she didn't see the message: "???"

"Let's go eat lunch together in a bit. Off work early today." Fang Ziye replied again.

Luo Tingzhu's chat box showed the other party was typing…

Then the operating room's pressure-sensing door was stepped open once again, and this typing indicator disappeared again.

"Ziye, Liu Haojiang went to scrub in. Shall we open the room first?" Nie Mingxian's voice gradually approached, and he also arrived at the film viewer, looking confidently at the MRI on it.

"Brother Xian, your confidence is very full today?" Fang Ziye finally read the meaning of Nie Mingxian's talkativeness today.

Inner heart a bit shaken——

Yesterday I just sent the mature theoretical system to Nie Mingxian, today Nie Mingxian became a bit high-profile; this kind of learning ability, ordinary people really can't compare.

"Hehe, Ziye, this also has your credit; if you hadn't sent the theory to me, I also wouldn't dare to be this confident."

"Occasional gains." Nie Mingxian's tone was a bit confident.

The dead are gone; after Nie Mingxian found his positioning, he also gradually walked out of the shadow of losing his father.

Regarding his father, Nie Mingxian believed he didn't have too much guilt; the only guilt was wanting to support parents but they're no longer there.

This isn't that the son was unwilling to support, but that the father simply didn't give him the chance.

Nie Mingxian only hopes there's no cancer in heaven, to properly repay the regret toward his father to his own mother; he's happy and she'll also be very happy.

After settling down, Nie Mingxian plans to bring her to Han City……

"Brother Xian, today let me be lead surgeon." Fang Ziye actively requested when Nie Mingxian was in full swing.

The corner of Nie Mingxian's eye twitched, his expression seemed a bit pained.

"I feel my state is a bit good, also want to try my hand, can I?" Fang Ziye said.

Nie Mingxian was even more pained: "You also improved?"

Fang Ziye's improvement and his own improvement were not the same concept at all.

From zero to one, as long as base 1 increases; but from ten thousand to one hundred thousand, it needs ninety thousand base.

With Fang Ziye's strength, if he further refines, wouldn't that directly freeze the mangled extremity disease track?

"While organizing theory there were also some gains, want to try my hand, by the way finish today's surgery early, still have some matters later." Fang Ziye said.

Nie Mingxian could only nod……

Mangled extremity related research projects can only add points to Level 4; this is a barrier.

But after Fang Ziye confirmed his work focus for a long period would be mangled extremities, he then raised his basic skills like debridement technique, suturing technique, etc. upward.

Level 5 5000/50000 progress bar, compared to 0/50000 or 100/50000, is always different.

Under this kind of knowledge point consumption, Fang Ziye's Level 5 skill library became as follows——

【Debridement Technique (Level 5 5000/50000), Suturing Technique (Level 5 5000/50000), Hemostasis Technique (Level 5 5000/50000), Incision Technique (Level 5 5000/50000), Nerve Anastomosis (Level 5 5000/50000), Vascular Anastomosis (Level 5 5000/50000), Trauma Surgery Basic Theory (Level 5 5000/50000)】

35000 knowledge points smashed down. Causing the mangled extremity corresponding skill upper limit's valve to finally loosen once again.

The add-points upper limit changed from Level 4 to Level 5 0/0!

【Mangled Extremity Debridement Technique Level 5 0/0. (Current add-points upper limit: Level 5 0/0)】

【Mangled Extremity Vascular Anastomosis Level 5 0/0. (Current add-points upper limit: Level 5 0/0)】

【Mangled Extremity Nerve Anastomosis Transplant Technique Level 5 0/0. (Current add-points upper limit: Level 5 0/0)】

【Mangled Extremity Bone Defect Reconstruction Technique Level 5 0/0. (Current add-points upper limit: Level 5 0/0)】

【Mangled Extremity Soft Tissue Reconstruction Technique Level 5 0/0. (Current add-points upper limit: Level 5 0/0)】

【New skill awaiting unlock, new skill awaiting naming, new theory awaiting exploration……】

A total of fifty thousand knowledge points smashed down, directly smashing the mangled extremity corresponding skills to an incredible realm.

This way, even if I can't break through the mangled extremity track, others would need to catch up for at least twenty years.

National Treasure Doctor level basic skills are already impressive enough; National Treasure Doctor level specialty skills can absolutely let Fang Ziye be renowned in this field for twenty years!

Most importantly.

After fifty thousand knowledge points smashed down, also activated a line of this thing——

【New skill awaiting unlock, new skill awaiting naming, new theory awaiting exploration……】

Naturally, Fang Ziye at this moment certainly has no way to explore.

Surgery is more important.

Liu Haojiang and Nie Mingxian both started scrubbing and disinfecting, letting Fang Ziye continue grinding the surgical plan.

The reason others didn't come down is because mangled extremity's key operations are in the later section; mangled extremity debridement technique, Liu Huanglong has already mastered pretty much, he still needs to properly grind with Vice Professor Chen Fang in the office.

The two estimated around 1 PM noon to come down and participate in surgery.

Fang Ziye thought a bit, then called Liu Huanglong, asking if Professor Liu Huanglong was coming down now, surgery might be very fast.

Liu Huanglong said on the phone: "No matter, Ziye you operate first."

Fang Ziye didn't say much more; he himself had said the surgery might end very quickly, but Liu Huanglong was unwilling to come down — who could be blamed for that?

8:37, hand washing, disinfection, and draping completed; surgery formally began.

The first moment Fang Ziye took the scalpel, Nie Mingxian discovered something was off about Fang Ziye.

If one said Fang Ziye's operation before was a cat catching a mouse, the nemesis of mangled extremities, then Fang Ziye's operation now was rat and cockroach poison — a chemical weapon; calling it a group kill would not be an exaggeration.

Nie Mingxian had already entered deeply into mangled extremity related surgeries, yet currently while watching Fang Ziye's operation, he still could not understand some of the detail handling.

"Ziye? You, this is...?" Nie Mingxian interrupted softly during a pause in Fang Ziye's operation, asking what exactly was going on.

"Improved, can stop at the right point. So speed increased a lot compared to before." Fang Ziye raised his head from his bowed state, one eye looking at Nie Mingxian, the other eye looking at Luo Tingzhu who stood with hands behind her back watching the operating table.

In Luo Tingzhu's gaze, surprise carried envy, envy carried regret, and after regretting for a while it seemed to turn into sudden realization.

Trauma Surgery really wasn't suitable for her, because surgery time was too long, required strength too great, not very suitable for a girl.

But purely technical Anesthesiology was different; it didn't require particularly great strength, more it required precise operation.

Just, this anesthesiologist Luo Tingzhu was different in that she could see most common surgical techniques; nowadays she often, after finishing anesthesia, would just watch the surgery to satisfy her craving.

After all, she had also been on stage before; after all, she had also been a surgical doctoral student.

9:15, Fang Ziye completed all debridement operations.

This speed directly numbed Nie Mingxian.

However, an even more incredible thing happened: from 9:15 after Fang Ziye completed the debridement, in less than twenty-five minutes, around 9:40, Fang Ziye also finished managing the shattered bones and deficient soft tissues.

Twenty-five minutes, and completed two types of operations?

You treat this as ordinary debridement and suturing?

Actually, mangled extremity in Fang Ziye's vision right now was just a slightly premium ordinary trauma; completing it was just ordinary debridement and suturing.

9:55, Fang Ziye completed tendon repair and tendon reconstruction; this time Fang Ziye did not choose staged management, but wanted to try with his own superb operation whether primary repair could achieve tendon functional reconstruction.

"What's left is the nerves." Nie Mingxian at the side, while retracting to assist, spoke in a tone calm as a universal repeater.

"The patient's vascular injury is near zero; venous return is obstructed to a certain degree; there should be thrombus formation."

"For nerve management, I want to try primary nerve grafting."

"I think it should work." Fang Ziye looked at his own nerve suture grafting technique, then made up his mind.

Fang Ziye's incision technique level was very high.

10:05, Fang Ziye harvested a nerve graft donor, then quickly trimmed the damaged nerves, and swiftly began suturing.

10:07, suturing began.

10:16, nerve graft suturing ended.

10:20, irrigation began.

10:23, after local soft tissue re-closure suturing, began applying negative pressure vac.

10:33, all external fixator locking screws fixation completed. Confirmed patient's vac negative pressure continuing.

10:40, patient began being sent out of the operating room.

Two hours ten-odd minutes, one mangled extremity, was just sent out of the "operating room" by Fang Ziye like that.

When Liu Haojiang called bed management doctor Nie Duo to come to the operating room to receive the patient, Nie Duo's whole person was confused.

And after finishing this surgery, Fang Ziye called his teacher Deng Yong again, asking when he could come do the second bone defect surgery.

Only the call couldn't get through, so Fang Ziye could only send a message to Deng Yong.

11:00, Fang Ziye still hadn't received a reply, but the patient's general anesthesia was all ready, so Fang Ziye could only bring Nie Mingxian up to the operating table again.

Liu Haojiang began calling his teacher Chen Fang beside the surgical timer panel to report the situation.

Speakerphone turned on, Chen Fang's voice spread out: "Haojiang, what happened?"

"Master, mangled extremity surgery finished, now already receiving the second case?"

"Second surgery also already about to start." Liu Haojiang replied in a steady tone, voice not loud.

But it was as if this sound was like thunder, causing frantic clattering sounds to come from the other end of the phone.

"Ding-dong!" Heavy sound of something falling to the ground came through.

Liu Huanglong's voice also immediately picked up: "Nothing wrong, right Professor Chen? You can't press cigarette butts onto your arm."

"Hiss-hiss" after a burst, sound of running water rang out from the other end of the phone.

Professionals all know this should be Professor Chen going to rinse with water...

"Master?" Liu Haojiang asked.

"Your master just accidentally got scalded; what did you just say?"

"Surgery finished? What surgery finished? It's only just past ten, a surgery estimated to end at two or three, you tell me it's finished?" Liu Huanglong's tone had a slight 'eunuch' quality, very thin but high-pitched.

"Yes, Professor Liu!"

"Called you before opening the operating room, also called during surgery, but couldn't get through."

"So... Industry Brother had me call again to inform you."

"Deng Professor not here, phone also can't get through; he and Doctor Nie two people are about to open another operating room..." Liu Haojiang said.

After Liu Haojiang finished speaking, the phone only had running water sound, as if stuck, or as if the pause button on time had been pressed.

Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian, while listening, continued disinfecting.

After a full half minute, Liu Huanglong then said: "Finished is finished then; when it's time for the second-stage surgery, we'll come down earlier."

"Which bed is this patient?"

"Bed 35!" Liu Haojiang's memory was precise.

"Good, I'll go with Chen Fang to take a look later. You guys continue the surgery first." Liu Huanglong's tone changed again.

The call ended there.

Ten minutes later, Fang Ziye grasped absolute lead surgeon authority for the surgery.

For this kind of bone defect surgical treatment, Nie Mingxian had no "blood summons" — he, who hadn't specifically looked into it, truly didn't know how to handle it.

When he did mangled extremity cases, encountering this kind of problem, he could only leave it and wait for a second-stage surgery.

For mangled extremity first-stage surgery, the only goal is to save the affected limb; functional reconstruction comes in the second stage — this is the basic principle that allows surgery to proceed.

First don't seek quantity, only seek stability, only seek precision.

Before long, the operating room's pressure-sensing door was stepped open once again, and only then did Liu Huanglong and Chen Fang arrive belatedly.

After entering the operating room, Liu Huanglong saw clearly that the patient undergoing surgery on the table was not a mangled extremity patient; his short brows knitted in embarrassment, his small eyes dimmed: "Ziye, it's really done?"

Fang Ziye took advantage of a surgical pause to raise his head: "Mm, yes, Teacher Liu."

"Surgical quality is not bad; if recovery expectations are fairly good, a second-stage functional reconstruction might not be needed."

Fang Ziye, steady as a rock, tossed a bomb into Liu Huanglong's heart-sea with a very calm tone; surging tides of blood crashed against Liu Huanglong's heart walls in waves of soft trembling, nearly causing him to drop dead on the spot.

After very obviously hearing a few lip-smacking sounds, Liu Huanglong's voice went sharp again: "What the hell?"

"You even did nerve transplantation?"

Hearing Fang Ziye's words, it was as if Liu Huanglong's already not-well-off family had frost added atop snow once more.

Liu Huanglong's "king's way" in the department is functional reconstruction surgery; to be more specific, it's in handling nerves — he is the province's most authoritative giant.

Yet even so, Liu Huanglong temporarily dares not advise mangled extremity patients to undergo functional reconstruction in the first stage, but such a surgical approach was broken through by Fang Ziye.

This represents that Fang Ziye already has sufficient confidence!

"Yes, Professor Liu."

"Ziye's technique is very good; it should be another occasional gain, advancing one more step forward."

"It's just that in all of our vision, Ziye was already ahead; a hundred steps ahead and a hundred and one steps ahead make no difference." Nie Mingxian started psychological preparation earlier than Liu Huanglong; at this moment his voice was also quite steady.

Liu Huanglong: "..."

Chen Fang's inner thoughts: "Professor Han Yuanxiao's collapse is not undeserved; what is all this? Really like the old professors said — step by step high, changing every day; in the training room it's like this, in the department it's like this, now doing clinical projects it's still like this..."

Noon, 12:37.

After Fang Ziye saw off Nie Mingxian and the others outside the operating room, he said apologetically: "Sorry, Xian Ge, can't eat together at noon today; I have to accompany my girlfriend out to eat."

Hearing this, Nie Mingxian, who originally planned to head toward the department, under Fang Ziye's provocation, actually went straight downstairs.

Seeing Nie Mingxian's back view, Fang Ziye hurriedly rushed forward a few steps, persuaded: "Xian Ge, don't be impulsive."

"Take things with Sister Liu slowly."

Nie Mingxian tilted his head, pressed the downstairs elevator: "You know where I'm going?"

"Should know." Fang Ziye smiled and nodded.

Nie Mingxian fell silent; before long, seeing Luo Tingzhu also come out from the operating room corridor, he smiled: "You take care of yourself first, Ziye, I'm leaving..."

Nie Mingxian entered the elevator.

Luo Tingzhu rustled closer; today she wore a pair of white high-heeled slippers, complemented by a floral long skirt, hem reaching the ankles.

Walking on tiptoe closer, from Fang Ziye's very professional orthopedic doctor angle, Luo Tingzhu's stride rhythm was still affected, though ordinary people would find it very hard to tell.

"Let's go, Tingzhu, what do you want to eat?" Fang Ziye smiled and walked over to hold hands.

Luo Tingzhu pursed her lips, didn't refuse, merely shifted her light purple snack pack to another direction, behind her back.

"Senior Brother, did you do it on purpose? Such a surgery, you dare do it this fast?" Luo Tingzhu's voice was very fine, so fine Fang Ziye couldn't hear the softness within.

"Condition was relatively good, and surgical quality was high, hand feel wasn't bad either."

"Fast surgery isn't a crime; surgical quality is the root. Surgical quality in place, fast or not, doesn't matter." Fang Ziye analyzed from another angle.

Then Fang Ziye glanced at the time on his phone, said: "Pity it's July now; otherwise going for a walk at Jianghan or Donghu at this hour would be quite nice."

"With the weather outside, we're only suited to go indoors."

"How about we go buy some things again?"

"I suddenly discovered I lack a lot of things." Fang Ziye actively suggested.

Yesterday was buying for Luo Tingzhu; today he proposed buying for himself.

Luo Tingzhu instead gave Fang Ziye a white-eye, sniffed her nose: "Senior Brother, how about another day? I can't walk."

Fang Ziye froze awkwardly on the spot, touched his nose, stopped speaking.

His own bad deed yet he hadn't paid attention; today inviting Luo Tingzhu to go shopping, perhaps only someone like him who has no "specialty" in relationships could come up with this idea.

Two hours later, the two people at home ordered takeout, then sat side by side on the bed hugging while watching a projected movie; only then did Fang Ziye discover, actually, in the dog days of summer.

Sticking together sticky at home is also quite nice.

After all, outside is too hot, home is very cool.

Plus an iced watermelon, can't mention how wonderful.

Fang Ziye scooped a ladleful, just about to eat, when Deng Yong happened to call: "Ziye, heard Liu Huanglong say you did the bone defect surgery too?"

"Chen Fang didn't say she asked if you'd do it, you said you wouldn't do it yourself?"

Deng Yong's tone was a bit not good.

This not-good wasn't because he's fierce, but because he's disappointed.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye fed the watermelon in the spoon to Luo Tingzhu; Luo Tingzhu very nervously leaned into Fang Ziye's embrace, took a small bite, chewed slowly, gradually not so nervous.

Only then did Fang Ziye say: "Master, I was hoping you'd come back often."

"Surgery ended early today, operating room couldn't be left empty waiting for afternoon to start another case; thinking of Master's previous teachings, I just did it."

"Did simple bone defects before; principles should be about the same..."

Deng Yong hung up before Fang Ziye finished speaking.

Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu looked at each other; Luo Tingzhu then straightened up, said: "If Deng Laoshi knows you finished surgery this fast just to eat lunch with me, I'll definitely be considered a little vixen."

Fang Ziye suddenly discovered that ever since Luo Tingzhu had intimate contact with him, her whole person's heart had opened — this was the real her.

The previous Luo Tingzhu, most of the time, was putting on a front; there were many things she knew but could only pretend not to know.

"You were originally like that……"

As Fang Ziye spoke, he took a pillow to the face.

……

On the other side, Deng Yong stood at the Hand Surgery ward doorway, his face scrunched into a bitter melon expression: "Liu Huanglong, you capsized right in the department?"

"You didn't go to the surgery access either? The surgery just ended?"

"Yeah?"

Liu Huanglong, as if finding a kindred spirit, then said: "Deng Professor, I count as having discovered — when you were here before, you could at least still suppress Ziye."

"Now that you've gone to Hand Surgery, this monkey directly wreaks havoc in heaven."

"I estimate, besides Yuan Weihong, no one can rein him in."

"I haven't even figured it out yet, he directly started doing mangled extremity limb salvage surgery plus functional reconstruction surgery in the first stage — these are the ninth item in our topics! ~"

"Who could have thought Ziye could grow this fast?"

Liu Huanglong's tone, one listen and it was clearly egg-painful.

He and Chen Fang had been in the office saying not anxious not anxious, mangled extremity — I know, basically takes five six hours……

Result this car flipped seven hundred twenty degrees straight from the mountain peak into the ditch, Liu Huanglong still sleeping, such a small squad member, even added a Deng Yong.

Deng Yong directly closed the phone to catch up on sleep……

(Chapter End)