Chapter 454

Fang Ziye saw his Master Yuan Weihong appear at his side, and also saw that Yuan Weihong was recording, but this did not interrupt Fang Ziye's teaching rhythm.

This wasn't betraying one's master and ancestors; he was normally teaching his Fellow Trainee and Senior Brother, completely fine.

Master was just 'monitoring' his teaching content on the side.

While watching his student correct his own surgical content, Yuan Weihong's face twitched, but he had no way out.

Now, his and Lan Tianluo's surgical field formed a stark contrast with Fang Ziye's surgical field, as if an isolation belt lay horizontally between them.

Without contrast, there is no hurt.

"Tian Luo, I'm not targeting you. If it were a Mangled Extremity, I could completely assign it to you."

"And when Nie Mingxian started taking over the Debridement Technique of Functional Reconstruction, he actually touched this kind of operational Threshold..." Fang Ziye really wanted to explain directly.

Nie Mingxian was Level 3 back then; you're just a Level 2 chick, so unqualified.

But such an explanation was too pale, and also incomprehensible.

Lan Tianluo kept nodding; as for Yan Zhiming on the side, he was even a bit short of experience for Level 1, so he dared not have an opinion even more...

After Fang Ziye took over, Yuan Weihong surprisingly discovered that the current Fang Ziye didn't even need to call Liu Huanglong; Fang Ziye could do nerve transplantation and nerve suture himself, and very fast.

Naturally fast; Fang Ziye's Nerve Anastomosis and nerve transplantation are both Level 5, Mangled Extremity nerve suture is also Level 4 "Great Perfection"; even if Liu Huanglong came, he'd be no use.

Two forty.

Surgery End, Fang Ziye played the full field, and did not end in Advance.

After stepping down, only Lan Tianluo was left in the operating room guarding the next one; Liu Haihua pushed the Patient back to the Ward.

Lan Tianluo, Yan Zhiming, and Fang Ziye then temporarily went to the operating room's Rest Room to Lie Down and rest.

Lan Tianluo on the Left Turn pinched Fang Ziye's arm. Yan Zhiming on the right.

Fang Ziye flicked both their hands away: "Brother, Big Brother, stop, no need for this, I'm not Glass."

"What are you two doing?"

Actually saying flattery is fine, but this pinching arms and legs is exaggerated.

Yan Zhiming let go; Lan Tianluo, called Brother by Fang Ziye, now had a face full of smiles like a chrysanthemum: "Brother, Industry Brother, you're my brother, you're my real brother, I love you to death..."

Lan Tianluo inexplicably still wanted to rub against Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye directly pressed his Forehead against his: "What kind of Flirty/Seductive are you emitting?"

Yan Zhiming stood by in Surprise, face full of unbearable-to-watch Expression, looking at Lan Tianluo with eyes as if seeing a Sesame Twist, Messy.

This tm is still Lan Tianluo?

Lan Tianluo who doesn't give false words to professors, now rubbing against Fang Ziye like a coquettish little girl.

Lan Tianluo drew close, voice stacking laughter: "My Sister listens to me, helped me."

"I just shouted for her to record for me, she agreed."

Lan Tianluo was happy like a child, a bit simple, simple to the point of Pitiful. Fang Ziye's heart twitched at this moment.

Everyone seems to have their own soft spot.

"Isn't this a very normal thing?" Fang Ziye asked.

"That's not the same! ~" Lan Tianluo shook his head, laughed a while more, then slowly calmed his Mood.

"Alright, you do your different then..."

"it'snotuntilyoufallthatyoufly，

whenyourdreamsealive."

Fang Ziye's voice and the phone ringtone sounded simultaneously.

Fang Ziye pulled out his Mobile Phone from the right Chest Pocket, looked at the Phone Remark, and it was actually Deng Yong calling.

"Master! ~" Fang Ziye hurriedly answered.

"Ziye, free? If free, come to the Outpatient Clinic. Yan Chu came for Follow-up Consultation; she earnestly wants to see you, let me ask your Opinion."

"Won't take Long Time either." Deng Yong said.

After Deng Yong's words came, Fang Ziye stood up: "Okay Master, currently in Surgical Turnover, I'll come down right away."

Fang Ziye held the phone and walked.

Yan Zhiming and Lan Tianluo both knew Fang Ziye was going for proper business.

Yan Zhiming asked Lan Tianluo: "Tian Luo, the you just now and your usual you, who exactly is you?"

Yan Zhiming played a tongue twister.

"Both are." Lan Tianluo's tone calm, scanning Yan Zhiming up and down, Politely asking: "Brother Yan, anything wrong?"

Lan Tianluo has a kind of belief.

I don't rely on you for Meal, as long as we get along it's fine!

If you feel I'm cold, you can be cold to me too.

After hanging up, Fang Ziye directly walked out of the operating room's Changing Room, wearing shoe covers, heading toward the Orthopedics Building Direction.

Fang Ziye thought, it really wasn't that they had 'special' care for Yan Chu; mainly Yan Chu, as one of the first few completed Mangled Extremity Patients in the Group, had a special Sentiment.

And Yan Chu was also their first Functional Reconstruction Patient.

In this situation, the Patient's choice and trust is also a kind of 'Redemption' for the doctor.

Can say without them, there would be no Mangled Extremity Limb Salvage Surgery and Functional Reconstruction.

First Mangled Extremity Patient, Big Brother He Yuansheng; second, Yan Chu; third, Peng Li.

Fang Ziye only had Profound Memory for these three; other names, just a simple impression.

"Also don't know how that little girl's Recovery is..." Fang Ziye's Mouth Corner curved up.

This is one of the most beautiful Mood news he'd heard recently.

……

When Fang Ziye arrived at Teacher Deng's outpatient office, there was a fellow trainee inside acting as an assistant.

Accompanying Yan Chu, besides Yan Chu's parents, were his paternal grandparents, and a basket of eggs was placed beside them.

"Doctor Fang." Yan Chu's father called out.

"Doctor Fang." Yan Chu's mother also called out while making way.

"Brother Fang." Yan Chu stood on crutches, and at this moment he lifted the crutch up, standing straight. And he even playfully raised his affected limb, moving his ankle joint.

"Is this Doctor Fang?" This was Yan Chu's paternal grandfather.

Ziye! Teacher Deng also put down the mouse at this moment, sat slanted on the chair, smiling as he watched Fang Ziye and Yan Chu's group, acting as a relatively quiet audience.

Fang Ziye quickly assessed Yan Chu's range of motion: plantarflexion, dorsiflexion, internal rotation, external rotation, toe extension...

"Recovery is very good, haven't you suffered much at home?" Fang Ziye looked at Yan Chu's father.

Yan Chu's father nodded, wiping the corner of his eye: "Early on it hurt a lot, hurt so much she cried out. But after June 10th, it was fine, basically didn't hurt anymore, she said only occasional stabbing pain. After the 20th it basically disappeared."

"Doctor Fang, thank you."

Fang Ziye then looked at the scar on Yan Chu's foot, gave a thumbs up: "Very good, excellent."

"Brother Fang, our teacher said I have a chance to get back on stage, as long as I keep recovering and keep practicing, I might still be able to dance, just if I want to be a professional dancer later it's a bit difficult."

"But being a dance teacher should be no problem." Yan Chu reported on her own initiative.

Fang Ziye wasn't curious why Yan Chu could contact her teacher so quickly; with Yan Chu's family background, finding more guiding teachers wasn't a problem, and there was no economic pressure.

"Then congratulations! ~"

"But Yan Chu, recently you cannot go for cosmetic surgery, otherwise it's easy to get adhesions again. Best to wait one year or even two years before going for skin cosmetic surgery."

"Actually the scar on the foot is also fine." Fang Ziye admonished once again.

Girls all have a love for beauty; if possible, they would think of every way to make themselves more beautiful.

But some things cannot be rushed.

"Doctor Fang, rest assured about this, your words, we will definitely remember tightly."

"Actually in my view, even if Yan Chu doesn't get cosmetic surgery now it doesn't matter, the way it is now is very good." Yan Chu's father said very contentedly.

If Yan Chu's condition wasn't destructive, he would definitely hope Yan Chu could leave not a single scar.

But under those circumstances, now the foot can still be saved, and she can still dance, making his daughter happy, he felt there was nothing to regret.

"Brother Fang, can I ask you to come watch me dance? I took a leave of absence, so next semester I'm still in sophomore year, I still have a chance to participate in the school's New Year's gala..." Yan Chu raised her head, inviting with a heart full of joy.

Yan Chu's words made her parents' complexions change slightly.

She hadn't discussed this with her family beforehand.

Fang Ziye is very busy, this is something Yan Chu didn't know.

Fang Ziye was also stunned upon hearing this, thought carefully, then said: "Going to watch on site might have no time, your Brother Fang is now Chief Resident, Chief Resident cannot leave the hospital."

"But you can have your parents take a video for me, I would be very happy."

Yan Chu asked: "What is Chief Resident? Very busy?"

Teacher Deng spoke up upon hearing this: "Chief Resident means a resident physician who stays in the hospital overall, this is a hospital regulation. If leaving post without authorization, your Brother Fang would be punished."

"I am his leader, this leave I also wouldn't approve."

Yan Chu's invitation was naturally well-intentioned, but matters also need triage.

"Then next year, next year I'll be a senior, next year okay?" Yan Chu continued to strive.

Fang Ziye agreed without hesitation: "Next year if there's no special period, I'll come."

At that time, Fang Ziye would definitely have stepped down as Chief Resident.

By then he would be a proper Attending Physician; an Attending Physician taking a few days off, going out to be carefree during vacation, is a very normal thing.

Yan Chu laughed: "Then it's settled."

"Goodbye Brother Fang, goodbye Uncle Deng."

"Uncle Deng, you have to come too, you come this year and next year. You're a leader yourself, you can give yourself leave, right?" Yan Chu extra directly 'roped in' Teacher Deng.

Teacher Deng blinked his eyelids: "Okay, you give me the time in advance, I'll look at the schedule, can only say I'll try to come."

"Remember to take the eggs, this thing, we cannot accept."

"Thank you for your kindness." This time Teacher Deng directly stood up, cupped hands slightly and said.

"……"

After ten minutes, Yan Chu's family finally left.

Fang Ziye felt completely relaxed, watching Yan Chu's departing back view, after seeing her to the doorway, he pressed down the fellow trainee who was about to call the next patient, and instead directly closed the door.

"Ziye, what are you doing?" Teacher Deng just sat down, refreshing the patient list while asking.

Teacher Deng has many patient numbers, and also add-ons, so an assistant must help maintain order.

"Master, I heard Teacher Dong unexpectedly passed away, and the funeral is in Han City, when are you going? I want to be your driver." Fang Ziye saw Jie Han's message, and also knew Teacher Dong's funeral time.

No matter what, Fang Ziye felt Professor Dong was a very worthy of respect senior.

Before, because of Yuan Weihong, Fang Ziye and Teacher Deng's relationship was slightly stiff; this time, even if Yuan Weihong might get angry, Fang Ziye still had to go with Teacher Deng to pay respects to Professor Dong.

Professor Dong is a respectable person.

Teacher Deng's right hand moved the mouse twice, then said: "Tomorrow afternoon three o'clock, we depart from the hospital, you arrange your time and your assigned tasks."

"Okay Master." Fang Ziye nodded, then relaxed with a breath.

Asked: "Master, how come your outpatient day changed to Tuesday now?"

Before Tuesday was surgery day, Teacher Deng's outpatient was all Thursday.

"Came to a new place, naturally have to change outpatient time a bit."

"Ziye, your shelf is big now, even your master me you flip. Yesterday specially called me to go to surgery, you went and did it yourself?" Teacher Deng came with a soul-searching question.

Fang Ziye immediately shook his head at those words and said, "Master, that's not what I'm hoping for — I'm hoping you can still come back?"

"The department is very short on manpower right now."

"So I'm the helper you only think of when the department is short on manpower?" Deng Yong asked again.

Fang Ziye continued shaking his head: "It's not like that, Master."

"I truly hope you can come back and take charge; otherwise, things are still a bit chaotic in the department right now."

"I knew it — you and Professor Han have only been gone a few days, and incidents have already cropped up in the department. Although Professor Liu suppressed them, I still feel that if you were here, the department definitely wouldn't dare make such a ruckus!" Fang Ziye answered with absolute certainty.

Deng Yong was satisfied enough with Fang Ziye's answer upon hearing it, and said, "I can't come back for the time being. After all, your master is a Chief Physician, so the slightest thing turns him into a scapegoat — even if wronged, he has to take the blame."

"Second, this time the Hand Surgery group has suffered too heavy a personnel loss — two Chief Physician vacancies that can't go unfilled. I still need to stabilize things here for a while."

"Third, I also need to properly think things over and reflect!"

"It's possible that before, I was too indulgent and gave too much face to others." Deng Yong's tone was icy, making Fang Ziye shudder involuntarily.

Fang Ziye looked at Deng Yong carefully and discovered that Deng Yong's bearing seemed to have changed a great deal in an instant.

"Master, if there's nothing else here, I'll head back to surgery first."

"There's still one more today." Fang Ziye replied.

"Mm, good!" Deng Yong said.

"These past few days I've actually been observing secretly as well — Yuan Weihong leading a group himself is fine, Peng Long is barely passable, but Chen Fang still lacks some fire candidate."

"Do your own work steadily; when the opportunity is suitable, your master will strive to return to the Ward Director position."

"At that time, even if someone in the department wants to stir things up, they won't be able to kick up any waves."

"I originally thought that no matter what Han Yuanxiao did, he wouldn't do anything to ruin the department, but I still underestimated him."

"As for your master Yuan Weihong, he's also a reasonable person." Having said that, Deng Yong waved his hand, signaling that Fang Ziye could leave.

And Fang Ziye, walking out of the Outpatient Clinic, felt a heaviness in his mood that couldn't be described, and also a lightness that couldn't be described.

It seems that previous matter really was related to Han Yuanxiao after all.

Han Yuanxiao deliberately dragged his own Teacher into it; Han Yuanxiao, desperate, agreed to that drug's indiscriminate use within the department.

My own consideration was still too shallow; Deng Yong knew but didn't intervene, out of respect for the Ward Director.

After all, once Deng Yong intervened, the department would easily split into 'factions' and get hurt — everyone's direction wouldn't be aligned, each going their own way, and it would only end in chaos.

But if everyone could work together wholeheartedly, the department's development prospects would actually be very good.

……

After Fang Ziye returned to the operating room, both Yuan Weihong and Lan Tianluo voluntarily yielded their positions.

This time, they didn't intend to give erroneous demonstrations for Fang Ziye to correct again, but wanted to observe a few more correct operations instead.

After all, in the learning phase, more exposure to correct things is the real truth.

More trial and error, just blundering ahead won't do.

Surgery isn't a simple practice problem that can be repeated infinitely.

Because once surgery is finalized, after the patient leaves the operating room, they'll carry it for a lifetime.

Of course, today's Fang Ziye didn't go all-out like yesterday; instead, starting from the beginning, he gave Yuan Weihong and Lan Tianluo a meticulous demonstration and teaching session.

Even when reaching the details, he would have the three of them feel the patient's soft tissue condition together.

After the Debridement Technique was done, Fang Ziye said, "Nerve Transplantation and Nerve Anastomosis are Hand Surgery content; entry into this requires quite high standards for Basic Suturing Technique."

"If basic skills aren't enough, even if Nerve Transplantation is performed, the follow-up won't achieve Functional Reconstruction results."

"So this — later we may still need to find some Hand Surgery doctors to join the team."

Lan Tianluo's first reaction upon hearing this was: "Senior Brother, can't we just practice it ourselves?"

Yuan Weihong directly tapped his ulnar styloid process with the hemostat in his hand: "You can learn it, so everyone can learn it?"

The subconscious thought being, damn it, your master is already this old, you want me to start Hand Surgery from scratch for five years again? Big Brother, by then how old would I be, nearly fifty.

Then practice Nerve Anastomosis for a few more years, and the person's already old.

Yuan Weihong counts as a genius too, but Trauma Surgery also took this many years of study to reach today's fire candidate.

Fang Ziye only smiled, then continued lecturing.

……

Evening, 9:47 PM.

After Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu both returned to the house somewhat fatigued and finished bathing, they lay on the bed, sprawled like corpses — one forming a "big" shape and one a "too" shape.

Although Luo Tingzhu didn't operate all that much, couldn't compare to Fang Ziye.

But sitting in the operating room for a full twelve hours — that's also a kind of torture, no?

"Tingzhu, work is so tiring — still more comfortable lying at home blowing the air conditioner. How about we both transfer to research?"

"Nine to five, with our qualifications and experiment speed, annual output can absolutely meet the hospital's research staff bottom line — just lie flat like this." Fang Ziye tilted his head and muttered on and on.

He discovered Luo Tingzhu had turned her face to look at him at some unknown time, her delicate half-face squished into a meat lump.

Tadpole eyes lively, long eyelashes fluttering with each blink, light in her pupils.

Left hand propping her cheek.

Pale purple lips tinged with red slightly parted, voice very gentle but also very rational, carrying a shallow smile: "Senior Brother, are you really willing to do that?"

Fang Ziye also turned sideways, right hand pillowing his right cheek: "I might just be a born hard-labor fate! ~"

"Senior Brother, I just got that." Luo Tingzhu said very nervously.

Fang Ziye instantly rolled his eyes: "What the hell?"

Eyeballs spiritedly turned a circle —

Fine then.

Man is like the plow, woman like the soil.

Also understandable.

"Ding dong!" Fang Ziye's mobile phone suddenly rang.

The mobile phone was charging side by side with Luo Tingzhu's mobile phone on Luo Tingzhu's side.

Fang Ziye was still the Chief Resident, so messages and calls could not be ignored, nor could they not be looked at.

Luo Tingzhu leaned over to pick it up, accidentally activating Fang Ziye's mobile phone screen with her face, and then saw the unread incoming message.

"Brother Ziye, actually I just want to dance for you to see."

"Here, for you!" Luo Tingzhu directly handed the mobile phone to Fang Ziye, then turned around to look at her own mobile phone.

This time there wasn't even a form of address.

Fang Ziye picked up the mobile phone and took a look, then he should know how come.

Not messages from fellow trainees and teachers, fundamentally no need to reply.

"Tingzhu, still jealous? This is Yan Chu, a patient in our department!"

"Really a bit jealous?" Fang Ziye laughed and pushed closer to Luo Tingzhu.

Luo Tingzhu turned around, actively loosened her two hands, letting Fang Ziye hold her in his arms, lightly nodded, and said: "Jealousy is instinct, rationality of course knows Yan Chu is just a young girl."

"But also won't be angry." Luo Tingzhu explained very seriously.

Rationality and sensibility intertwined.

Luo Tingzhu rarely lies, so whatever she thought of she would say.

"If time and opportunity are both suitable? We'll go together to watch her dance then?"

"She is the third miracle I've treated after learning so many years!" Fang Ziye invited.

Luo Tingzhu heard this, right hand lightly hit Fang Ziye's arm once: "Senior Brother, you yourself study Orthopedics Department, you don't know doing some strange joint flexion will hurt the hand?"

Luo Tingzhu knocked away Fang Ziye's rugged mischievous hand attacking her chest, then said: "Physiological period a bit painful."

"Oh! ~"

"Then I'll be honest!" Fang Ziye a bit embarrassed.

Luo Tingzhu also studies Orthopedics Department, her own elbow joint's flexion degree just now easily gets Medial Epicondylitis, Fang Ziye couldn't even argue, otherwise another 'Basic Knowledge' debate competition.

"You other times all honest, just."

Luo Tingzhu pursed lips: "Not honest."

Luo Tingzhu all cannot understand, why Fang Ziye would have this kind of preference, should say almost developed into a fetish.

Fang Ziye suddenly thought of a possibility, asked: "Tingzhu, can you dance?"

"Can." Luo Tingzhu smiled.

Fang Ziye directly let go and made half a body distance from Luo Tingzhu: "Then why didn't you say before?"

"Then Senior Brother you also didn't ask, just I many years haven't danced." Luo Tingzhu stuck out tongue, mischievously smiled.

"Today a bit tired." Then pushed toward Fang Ziye's arms.

Can feel, Luo Tingzhu might be that kind of relatively 'Conservative' girl, when you haven't broken through her defense, she's just a standard obedient girlfriend.

Fang Ziye heard this, in heart secretly added, also a bit jealous.

(Chapter End)