Chapter 58

Deng Yong saw right through Fang Ziye's thoughts at once.

Because if Fang Ziye started cutting skin the moment he removed the distal locking screw of the intramedullary nail, it would mean Fang Ziye had not thought it through; Fang Ziye carefully palpated the scar bands inside several small scars, which meant Fang Ziye had already deliberated deeply.

Only at the end, after glancing at Xie Jinyuan, did he choose absolute trust in his superior physician, with no need for further consideration.

With such awareness, choosing not to deliberately increase his own operative difficulty was an extremely commendable choice.

"Little Xie, Little Fang trusts you absolutely — this incision, not a shred of hesitation." Once the surgery broke through the critical point, Teacher Deng relaxed completely.

Fang Ziye's thinking, operative basic skills, surgical procedure, etc., were all laid out familiarly; what followed was merely a procedural matter, not a matter of operative accident.

Associate Professor Xie felt the atmosphere still wasn't relaxed enough, so he pressed the accelerator: "Men, you've got to thrust hard."

Fang Ziye's hands nearly trembled, for the side effect of this sudden acceleration was rather large.

Teacher Deng, seeing the surgical progress had reached this stage, no longer needed to stay in the OR; stepping back while stripping off his gown, he spoke off the cuff: "Professor Xie, mighty experienced! Who's got more holes — the ones poked or the ones cut?"

The circulating nurse was just then behind Teacher Deng helping untie the sterile surgical gown strings.

Associate Professor Xie deftly deflected: "Teacher Deng, in our group you're forever the most senior teacher, seen the most, cut the most incisions, poked the most holes."

Also a double entendre.

Teacher Deng pointed at Xie Jinyuan, admonishing as he kept backing away: "If your hand skills were as formidable as your mouth skills, you'd have been doing demonstration surgeries long ago."

"Xie Jinyuan, oh Xie Jinyuan."

Xie Jinyuan kept being playful, tone conflicted: "Teacher Deng, you shouldn't know my mouth skills, right?"

This shameless streak made even Teacher Deng retreat several more steps.

"Itching for a beating, are you?"

"You keep acting up, I'll have your wife come tell you off." Teacher Deng couldn't win the banter, so he started brandishing his superior's authority.

Only then did Xie Jinyuan hurriedly retreat, cowed.

The face of the Professor, the Team Leader, and the Ward Administrative Director still had to be given; although long, long ago when Deng Yong was still in general residency, one could affectionately call him Hero Brother, and even now one could occasionally call him Hero Brother, but after all it wasn't those years anymore.

Teacher Deng then walked out.

And the surgery continued proceeding in orderly fashion.

After all five locking screws were removed, Xie Jinyuan became the boss of the OR; the pace flipped completely: "Come, Little Fang, heard you've never poked a cavity; today let you insert it in, then pull the long one out from inside the cavity."

What goes in is the connecting device for removing the intramedullary nail internal fixation device; what comes out is the intramedullary nail internal fixation device pulled out together from inside the intramedullary cavity.

The words are fine, just that omitting some text makes it sound a bit improper.

Fang Ziye found his own operation could actually be handled with ease even without adding points.

Intramedullary nail internal fixation device removal surgery ranks as medium difficulty among internal fixation device removal surgeries, so he was quite happy and said: "Teacher Xie, shouldn't it be long going in, short coming out?"

Seeing Fang Ziye dare to talk back, Xie Jinyuan instantly delivered a killing blow: "You know jack shit. And you dare talk back?"

Fang Ziye raised his head, a blank look on his face.

Xie Jinyuan said: "When you have a girlfriend and a wife, you'll know what talking back really looks like."

Xie Jinyuan feigned profundity.

This time, the circulating nurse and scrub nurses couldn't stand it: "Professor Xie, can you be proper?"

"This is an operating room."

"No matter, I think this doctor speaks especially pleasantly."

"Still you scholars know how to tell dirty jokes." The patient was under half anesthesia, heard all the dialogue; at this moment came the final killing move, directly shutting Xie Jinyuan up.

Sixteen minutes later, total surgical time twenty-nine minutes, C-arm fluoroscopy complete, suturing complete. Fang Ziye and Sun Shaoqing began disinfecting and irrigating the skin again, and packing with sterile dressings.

Xie Jinyuan patted the patient's leg and instructed: "Later when you go back, two o'clock re-check a film, four o'clock process discharge."

"Ah? Wasn't it said discharge tomorrow?" The patient froze at those words.

"I haven't even left the OR yet, Professor Xie you're chasing me out."

"This isn't post-fracture surgery, why stay that long? Go home tonight to sleep, change dressing nearby, no need for antibiotics, just take some analgesics and detumescence meds, can walk normally when getting out of bed, ah." Xie Jinyuan said this with great confidence.

Intramedullary nail internal fixation removal, few nail tracts post-op, fundamentally not afraid the patient will re-fracture post-op; as long as the patient doesn't fall, no need for hospitalization observation.

"Ah this?"

"Can discharge, ward beds are tight, understand a bit." Xie Jinyuan patted his thigh again, persuading.

"Alright, I'll listen to you, you're the expert." The patient agreed.

Actually, when patients are chased out for discharge, they're not entirely unwilling; on the contrary, the more harmless and light the doctor makes it sound, the more reassured they feel.

Not afraid of doctors grinning, just afraid of professors with lowered brows.

If any doctor in the department starts running, it basically means someone's half a life is on the road to the Yellow Spring.

"Mm, just regular follow-up re-checks from now on."

"Gong Ziming, later handle the discharge paperwork, bring two boxes of painkillers, one box of Maizhiling is enough." Xie Jinyuan instructed his student thus.

"Okay, Master." Gong Ziming hurriedly acknowledged.

……

After this, Fang Ziye stepped down again. Gong Ziming sent the patient back to the ward.

While washing hands, Sun Shaoqing said to Fang Ziye: "Congratulations, Junior Fang, opened your first surgery."

"Senior Brother Sun, the road's still far; can't compare with Senior Brothers and Junior Sister Luo yet."

"Right, Senior Brother, does Teacher Deng have any opinion on me?" Fang Ziye actively moved closer to Sun Shaoqing, after all gossiping about superiors.

"How could he have no opinion? Why would you think that?" Sun Shaoqing straightened up, face serious, tone upright.

Fang Ziye's rubbing hands paused, tilted his head to listen attentively.

"Teacher Deng thinks you run like a rabbit — can't catch the wind, can't touch the tail, and often not fluttering before his eyes; he's got to reel this kite back occasionally and interrogate you properly?" Sun Shaoqing smiled.

Fang Ziye hurriedly blinked: "Senior Brother, you really scared me just now."

A figure like Teacher Deng, if he opens his mouth to say he doesn't want you, that's trouble.

A professor's energy/ability should never be underestimated.

"Hao Hao Gan, you run faster; Master's expectation of you is not low." Sun Shaoqing dropped a hint.

Fang Ziye then chimed in aptly: "Senior Brother, aren't we both the ones who run the fastest?"

Sun Shaoqing flicked his leg like hooking a foot, and Fang Ziye felt pain below the lateral malleolus, so he could only accompany it with a laugh.

(Chapter End)