Chapter 482

Tongji Hospital has three campuses; the one Fang Ziye needs to go to is the Main Campus.

Come to think of it, Fang Ziye has been in Han City for nearly five years, yet he has never been to Tongji Hospital.

After getting out of the car, what meets the eye is the four large characters "Tongji Hospital"; above them, the label reads "Affiliated Tongji Medical College, Huazhong University of Science and Technology."

This is a very long-established, historically atmospheric famous hospital.

It has long enjoyed the fine reputation of "Beijing Union in the north, Xiangya in the south, Tongji in the center."

In recent years, apart from the two old-brand hospitals Xiangya and Qilu whose comprehensive strength appears somewhat lackluster, the rest — Union, West China, and Tongji Hospital — still stand firm at the forefront of the medical world without falling.

In terms of hospital comprehensive strength, Zhongnan Hospital can't even catch up to Tongji Hospital's exhaust fumes...

One could even say Tongji Hospital's fame is greater than the Sixth Hospital of Magic Capital, and its comprehensive strength is even stronger than the Sixth Hospital of Magic Capital!

After entering the campus, Fang Ziye first looked at the "rest assured" message Wang Yuanqi sent him, then dialed Wu Xuanqi's phone.

Fang Ziye is unfamiliar with the people and geography of Tongji Hospital, and doesn't know how many operating rooms there are here, or where exactly the surgery is taking place right now.

"Brother Qi, I've already entered through the Main Campus main gate, currently facing the Outpatient Building; how do I proceed from here?" Fang Ziye quickly reported his location.

"Ziye, you've arrived? Wait a moment, I'll have someone call you; my fellow trainee is coming to meet you. You might have missed each other." Wu Xuanqi replied.

"Okay." Fang Ziye hung up first.

Less than a few seconds later, Fang Ziye's phone rang again; after he answered, he turned his head and saw that familiar large-tonnage "Senior Brother" at the main entrance.

Wu Xuanqi's fellow trainee Guo Haichao, Fang Ziye's Senior Brother, 1.9 meters tall, over 180 jin in weight.

"Industry Brother, Industry Brother! When did you arrive?" Guo Haichao came running at speed, his belly fat trembling lightly as he ran.

"I came straight in after getting out of the ride-hailing car..."

"Brother Chao, long time no see!" Fang Ziye stepped forward two steps, extended his right hand and shook with him.

Guo Haichao's palm is very thick, and his strength is also great!

After shaking hands, Guo Haichao said: "Industry Brother, let's skip the pleasantries; walk while we talk. Right now my Master and the others are all waiting for you to scrub in."

After the two walked side by side, Guo Haichao shook his head and said: "We really haven't seen each other for a long time; the last time we met was last year's competition. Back then I already knew Industry Brother you were a bit awesome."

"Just didn't expect Industry Brother you could prop up the awesome this big?"

Fang Ziye heard this and knew Guo Haichao was teasing him: "Brother Chao, does your hospital usually chat about how to prop up the awesome bigger?"

What kind of rhetoric is this? Is scolding someone a bullwhip?

Guo Haichao froze; he was only targeting Fang Ziye personally, but Fang Ziye's one sentence came as a map cannon. He hurriedly shook his head and showed weakness: "Industry Brother, it's not that — I saw Industry Brother you and just felt comparatively small myself."

"My Master and Senior Brothers don't say that."

If you can't win the argument, don't speak; just admit cowardice.

Fang Ziye saw Wu Xuanqi's shadow on Guo Haichao — a master of yielding and stretching.

A man who can speak words admitting he's small — what grievance can you still hold?

Walking all the way inside, Guo Haichao had Fang Ziye call him another name, because there's an Associate Professor in the OR called Brother Chao, to avoid name collision.

"Guo Ge, what exactly is the situation inside?" Fang Ziye and Guo Haichao arrived at the OR changing room.

While picking up a scrub suit, while changing into the OR's special gel slippers, while asking.

Guo Haichao's face is very fat; don't know if it's apple muscles or fatty meat slightly protruding — a standard broad-and-fat tall orthopedic doctor build.

Right now Guo Haichao's fat face is squeezed together, looking like the character "jiong": "Industry Brother, since you've come here, we won't hide it from you."

"My Master plans to bring Wu Senior Brother and Nie Senior Brother together to do an upper limb functional reconstruction surgery. The preoperative discussion went very smoothly, and they also invited Hand Surgery Professors Song and Zhao to join the preoperative discussion."

"But just — halfway through, they discovered it seems a bit impossible to continue."

Guo Haichao then noticed Fang Ziye had fallen a few steps behind, feet stiff, unable to move.

Mouth slightly open, face full of incredulity and surprise.

Guo Haichao wasn't embarrassed; he walked back a few steps and explained: "Industry Brother, don't be angry. No matter what, even if Industry Brother you don't come, we actually can still finish the surgery. The patient's symptoms will definitely have a fairly good improvement."

"It's just we feel the quality hasn't reached expectations, so we thought to have you personally come correct the surgical process and improve surgical quality."

"Furthermore, even if Industry Brother you guys completely developed the functional reconstruction surgery, Zhongnan Hospital can't even finish treating all the functionally impaired patients in the whole of Han City — they'd have to go elsewhere for treatment, or even have no chance of treatment..."

Hearing Guo Haichao's explanation enter his ears, Fang Ziye hurriedly explained: "Guo Ge, you misunderstood. I don't think this is bad or unsuitable; I just feel a bit surprised."

Fang Ziye is of course surprised!

Fang Ziye once heard a saying: wanting to run and jump before even learning to walk.

Fang Ziye thought such things might not appear in the industry.

But unexpectedly, such things are quite numerous.

The Sixth Hospital of Magic Capital is like this; Tongji Hospital is also like this!

Overtaking on a curve is the best opportunity; equally the danger coefficient is very high.

Zhongnan Hospital now having this "priority" is actually overtaking on a curve — like walking a tightrope, trembling with caution.

If even one step isn't walked well, the final result could be falling and smashing to pieces — not only bearing the risk yourself, but also being laughed at by peers —

Look at that Zhongnan Hospital, wanting fame to the point of madness, still wanting to do mangled extremity standardized treatment, still wanting to do functional reconstruction surgery — do they have that kind of foundation?

Guo Haichao pursed his lips; after pondering a moment with his nearly two hundred jin bulk, he said: "I think my Master's words still make sense."

"This world can't have only that tiny handful of people not seeking fame and reputation; there must always be more people who need to hang their empty fame on their belt."

"Old Wu once said: what does my Wu Mengchao's fame amount to?"

"My Master said: his Duan Hong's reputation is even more insignificant; even if he takes a step forward and walks wrong, just scold him."

Fang Ziye followed Guo Haichao into the operating room.

Old Wu of course once said such words.

When Old Wu first did a surgery with an extremely high danger coefficient, many many people advised him not to do it — it could ruin his reputation in one fell swoop.

However, Old Wu didn't care about all that.

The first person to eat the crab — both the crab and the crab-eater must take the risk!

"Professor Duan is too modest; I believe Professor Duan certainly has confidence in his heart and can enable the patient to recover even better." Fang Ziye smiled, then quickly began changing into scrub clothes.

Once everything was ready, Fang Ziye followed Guo Haichao up to the floor where the operating room was located, and after following Guo Haichao around two ninety-degree crossroads, entered Operating Room 12.

Fang Ziye washed and disinfected his hands at the doorway in advance, then clasped his hands together before his chest, looking as if he were praying devoutly as he entered.

As the pneumatic automatic induction door slowly slid open, the many swaying figures inside came into Fang Ziye's view.

Seven or eight elderly professors at least fifty-some years old paced beside the operating table, occasionally chatting about something.

After the door opened, the only sentence Fang Ziye heard was: "What do you think that little Fang will do when he arrives?"

"Master, Doctor Fang has arrived." Guo Haichao called out softly to the crowd.

When the door opened, many people's gazes converged on Fang Ziye; watching Fang Ziye walk in, they automatically made way for a path.

Fang Ziye faced them with a neither-humble-nor-arrogant smile, walked without idle talk to the sterile surgical gown pack, and began unfolding the clothes to put on the sterile surgical gown, his voice calm and natural: "Open a pair of size seven-and-a-half gloves."

Fang Ziye did not recognize many of the professors, and now was not the time for pleasantries.

Fang Ziye's mobile phone had been taken by Guo Haichao in advance and placed on the storage table, precisely to save time.

Inside the operating room, it was completely quiet.

In the end it was still Professor Duan Hong who broke the silence, smiling as he said: "Ziye has come; let me introduce you — this is our Hand Surgery Professor Song Donghai, and this is Professor Zhao Le."

Fang Ziye discovered that Song Donghai's generation really had a lot of people whose names contained "Hai."

The ones Fang Ziye knew of included Magic Capital Sixth Hospital's Zheng Haidong, Zhongnan Hospital's Deng Haibo; now there was another Song Donghai...

These names could rival the ambition of the post-2000s generation.

Of course, mental grumbling aside, Fang Ziye still very properly said: "Hello Teacher Song, hello Teacher Zhao."

Respecting others is also respecting oneself; it has to do with identity and also not; at least those able to reach their level have all performed high-quality surgeries for many people, only thus earning promotion to their current step.

Otherwise, the rivals competing with them for Chief Physician would not be willing to see them openly promoted to professor.

You do one surgery, the patient groans and whines through one surgery, and you still want to be an attending physician and professor?

After Fang Ziye approached the operating table, he saw the surgical scene, and his heart secretly trembled.

On the operating table was indeed a standard case of peripheral nerve injury with muscle atrophy and muscle adhesion; the procedure now planned was precisely upper limb functional reconstruction surgery.

Moreover, Professor Duan Hong and the others had basically completed all prior releases, including the release surgery for muscle adhesions.

However, having reached this step, both Professor Duan Hong and Professor Song Donghai discovered that the next step seemed unknown — they didn't know how to proceed.

It seemed whatever they did would be right, yet also seemed whatever they did would be wrong.

"Ziye, the situation now is exactly this: my and Professor Song's idea is to perform a transposition of the ulnar nerve's proximal end, then perform transposition reconstruction on the tendons that need guidance."

"But Professor Song also says that such a surgery is best done in two stages — don't do so much in one stage, and also..." Duan Hong finished analyzing the temporary situation and also spoke his own plan.

Duan Hong is extremely professional; his basic skills are terrifyingly solid, even stronger than my own Master Deng Yong.

Moreover, Professor Song Donghai's strength should also not be underestimated; adding in Nie Mingxian and Wu Xuanqi, Fang Ziye is very certain that even if he himself did not come, they could still close and bring the patient's function a certain degree of benefit.

Moreover, the degree of functional recovery would not be inferior to about thirty percent of normal level.

Thirty percent is already not low; patients who come for functional reconstruction surgery are basically those with limited mobility, even those without any function.

Upper limb functional reconstruction surgery is not like lower limb functional reconstruction surgery; lower limb reconstruction surgery is very simple.

A normal person does not need toes to have grasping, rotation and other functions, and does not need the ankle joint to twist this way and that.

But the upper limb cannot!

Hand function is one of the most complex functions of the human body; hand functional reconstruction surgery involves theories and anatomy that are the most complex.

Moreover, the hand's range of motion is the most active, most complex organ of the human body, bar none!

The range of motion of any other organ is not as strong as the hand's.

Professor Duan Hong not knowing how to proceed — is that surprising? Not surprising at all.

Because it is complex, so complex that even Professor Duan Hong's knowledge system of such magnitude finds it difficult to be transparent.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye's brows knitted tightly together; he stepped up to the operating table and carefully verified the patient's current basic condition once through.

"The brachial plexus from the mid-upper arm to the proximal forearm is damaged, severe muscle atrophy, involving the various forearm muscles."

"The palmar muscle tissue was unexamined, unreleased..."

"The vascular condition is also deformed."

"Skin condition..."

After scrutinizing so carefully for roughly five minutes, Fang Ziye stepped back two paces, removing his gloves while saying with an extremely grave expression: "Professor Duan, I need to see the patient's complete MRI and CT."

"Best to also have the relevant electromyography data; then I still need to properly weigh the follow-up of this surgery! ~"

Finishing, Fang Ziye blinked, expression very calm, tone not the least bit showing off or arrogant.

If he did not do these preoperative preparations, Fang Ziye would not know where to start now; he needs to properly organize the patient's basic condition again, because some conditions, under naked-eye observation, one does not know what state the patient's body is in.

Duan Hong, however, was very understanding: "Do you need us to close with you and do a small preoperative discussion?"

"That would be best!"

Fang Ziye finished speaking, then explained: "Professor Duan, actually I planned to start upper limb functional reconstruction surgery from October; for a long period recently I have been researching upper limb mangled extremity limb-salvage surgery work."

"Functional reconstruction surgery is separate from limb-salvage surgery, yet higher than limb-salvage surgery."

"To this day, I still have not performed a single upper limb functional reconstruction surgery. So I also still need to organize my thoughts."

Cursing inwardly.

Where the hell is this a consultation for optimization? This is forcing me to improve!

Failed to overtake on a curve and crashed instead; at this moment they want me to temporarily save the situation — good thing I can add points as appropriate later, otherwise I could only wrap up perfunctorily.

Of course, at this moment Fang Ziye saw the fighting spirit of all top-tier hospitals!

Duan Hong is not wrong.

Just as Guo Haichao said, Fang Ziye including all Zhongnan Hospital orthopedics personnel are experts in mangled extremity and functional reconstruction surgery, yet in the end still cannot finish even the corresponding cases of the entire Han City or Hubei Province.

Others still must strive to learn!

Before Duan Hong intended to overtake on a curve, he had made full preparation for capsizing on the curve, and such preparation, even pushed forward twenty years, neither is it certain that all hospitals possess such configuration...

(Chapter End)