Chapter 46: Limb Dispute Incidence Rate (Seeking Favorites, Seeking Follows)

"Junior Sister Luo, the people outside — want me to help you send them packing? Our Orthopedics Department doesn't have much else, but combat power is strong." Fang Ziye entered the training room and discovered someone downstairs at the Skill Experiment Lab had set up a flower wreath to confess to Luo Tingzhu.

It seemed to carry a flavor of shameless persistence.

He'd picked the wrong target; Luo Tingzhu is now the only female graduate student in Trauma Surgery, and in this place brimming with big men, a junior sister like her — if she so much as bumps into something, everyone from Professor Deng Yong down to Lan Tianluo can mobilize dozens of strapping men in a heartbeat.

If she got even angrier, they could haul out the orthopedic hammer from the operating room, and cracking heads open wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Still, this offer — Luo Tingzhu has probably heard it more than once.

"It's fine, let him be. I'm used to it. Anyway, I'm heading out with the senior brothers later, so no one will dare harass me for sure." Luo Tingzhu narrowed her eyes and smiled back.

Beside her, Doctor Wang Yuanqi and Gu Yi, who had yielded the clinical operation spot to Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing, both chimed in: "Junior Sister Luo, no problem. We're Trauma Surgery — at least we've learned some joint reduction techniques."

"Take Jin Hongzhou Zhou Ge for example — if he can't treat a dislocation we can help him dislocate it, and after reduction it wouldn't even rate as a minor injury."

"He picked the wrong target."

"But I think the kid downstairs looks pretty good; if Junior Sister Luo you like him, give a holler — just don't go hurting your own people later."

Joking aside, bullying someone in a pile of orthopedic doctors — that's absolutely picking the wrong fight.

Others need a knife; orthopedic doctors don't need to use a knife on you to take your arm off easy as pie, then put it back on.

At worst a few people do manual fixation anesthesia, then ask a superior like Yuan Weihong to perform the operation — guaranteed maximum painless injury.

And pain is damage that instruments can't detect.

Luo Tingzhu didn't reply, just continued practicing seriously, step by step.

Fang Ziye watched for a while, then returned to his own operation station.

Clinical patients yield no problems; lab experiments still need waiting; the only place to gain Knowledge Points is soaking in the training room or reading for long periods.

Besides, practicing in the training room counts as anaerobic exercise — might as well treat it as physical training.

After all, Fang Ziye is currently practicing internal fixation instrumentation assembly and removal; click-click-click driving screws is practice too.

Jie Han and Lan Tianluo were already in position long ago.

Come afternoon, Lan Tianluo left the training room early, saying on his way out: "Senior Brother Fang, I've got something tonight, so I'm heading off first."

"Okay." Fang Ziye had already disassembled the external fixator very quickly, very satisfied with his operation quality.

Not seeking speed, only steadiness.

Beside him, fellow trainee Jie Han, unintentionally, only after Lan Tianluo left, pushed his sutured rubber skin over to Fang Ziye, rubbing his hands waiting for praise.

Fang Ziye glanced, mused a moment: "October, just entered the department a bit over two months, and already able to approximate rubber skin well — progress speed isn't slow."

"Your operation aptitude is absolutely no less than your Senior Brother Yuanpei. Research-wise?" Fang Ziye analyzed Jie Han like this.

Jie Han hurriedly lowered his voice: "Senior Brother, let's not make too big a show of it; keeping our heads down and doing solid work is the real principle — after all, our teacher follows Professor Deng too."

"Professor Deng doesn't have the narrow mind you imagine; he's long since transcended master's school advantage, right now he only cares about the team — otherwise Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan and my teacher wouldn't have had a chance to rise." Fang Ziye said this to Jie Han.

Jie Han thought seriously for a moment, seemed it was indeed the case.

So he took the rubber skin back, then decisively twisted out an orange from his backpack.

One was already rotten; clearly a practice tool prepared long ago.

Fang Ziye looked and said: "Rubber skin suturing is about controlling suture angle; orange peel suturing is about force control — this is harder to grasp than angle control; you experience it carefully. I'll only teach you how to improve; the rest depends on you figuring it out yourself — that way your thinking won't get locked in."

"Teacher and senior brothers brought me up the same way before."

"I know, Senior Brother; I don't need pulling up seedlings right now." Jie Han, slightly tsundere.

In this cohort, he holds the position Li Yuanpei held in Fang Ziye's cohort — dual big shot in research and clinical; Xiong Jinhuan got lucky, Li Yuanpei didn't — otherwise with Li Yuanpei's research output and clinical ability, getting a PhD would've been a piece of cake.

But luck was bad; he happened to clash with a senior from Kyoto University Affiliated Third Hospital's Seven-Year Program, had to struggle — otherwise there wouldn't be so much trouble.

……

Fang Ziye continued soaking in the training room immersively; at noon he ordered a takeout.

Time flows like water; before you know it, it's past six in the evening.

Fang Ziye was still fiddling with instruments when Luo Tingzhu appeared before him at some point, handing over a snack: "Senior Brother, the people downstairs haven't left; is it convenient for you to let go and accompany me to the lab?"

Fang Ziye looked up; people in the training room had gradually dispersed; Wang Yuanqi, Gu Yi, and other doctor senior brothers had returned to the ward.

Both are currently attending equivalents; seems the on-duty fellow trainee ran into something tricky and called them both over.

"Sure, wait a moment — I'll remove these two screws, tidy up, ten minutes." Fang Ziye nodded.

At the same time he felt: that guy downstairs missing a screw in the head — does he have a problem or what.

"Thanks!" Luo Tingzhu touched the snack pack, probably calculating her provisions.

Ten-odd minutes later, Fang Ziye, with Luo Tingzhu's help, packed up the practice tools and walked downstairs side by side.

The moment Luo Tingzhu appeared, several people immediately swarmed over — flower-givers giving flowers, atmosphere-makers making atmosphere.

"Tingzhu, I—" That guy still wanted to say something with a deep-affection face.

Fang Ziye spoke first: "Brother, do you not know which department Junior Sister Luo is a graduate student in right now?"

"Huh?" The other party blanked slightly.

"Orthopedics. Strangers keep out." Fang Ziye stretched his joints.

"We've asked several times already; stop pestering and disturbing. Our Orthopedics — not much else, but we happen to produce plenty of strong arms."

"Step aside; we need to get back to the lab."

"I—" The other party hadn't gotten a word out before Luo Tingzhu slipped through the gap in the crowd, speed practiced.

When the other's buddies still wanted to follow, Fang Ziye said: "Brother, playing like this is boring; we gave you face — otherwise if we really called people, you'd get beaten and have nowhere to seek justice."

"Don't believe me? The hospital's Orthopedics Building is right there — go see for yourself how many people." Fang Ziye didn't flinch at all.

"Our Orthopedics is the hardest-hit area for surgical medical dispute incidence nationwide, but it's the place with the smallest limb dispute incidence." Fang Ziye smiled very devilishly.

Joking?

This is all verifiable with nationwide data.

Only then did the other party slink away dejectedly.

Fang Ziye, hearing the voice, also admonished: "Pursuing a girl through Normal Pursuit, our Orthopedics Department welcomes it, but don't take Crooked Ways."

(Chapter End)