Chapter 739: Seems Like This Can't Be Learned!

"Professor Long, long time no see." Fang Ziye entered his own department's operating room and ran into Associate Professor Long Fang from Anesthesiology.

Long Fang had already completed the pre-anesthesia work by now, letting the student maintain the record; he fiddled with his waist support: "Director Fang Da Professor has myriad daily affairs; us little oxen and horses naturally find it hard to pay a visit."

"Professor Long, you have a grievance against me? Then I'll hurry and have my wife arrange a time with you, Professor Long, to apologize properly." Fang Ziye sat watching the others start disinfecting and draping, took out his phone and lowered his head to scroll through the chat window.

Upon hearing this, Long Fang immediately sidestepped a few steps and rushed to Fang Ziye's front; after seeing clearly that Fang Ziye was only browsing a public account, his stiff expression finally softened, and he patted his own chest: "Director Fang, you mustn't scare people like that."

Fang Ziye looked up, his tone serious, inwardly thinking wickedly: "Professor Long, I'm sincere."

"Then you'd better not be sincere." Long Fang also found a stool and sat down: "If Tingzhu found out I had a grievance against you, she'd definitely kick me out of the circle."

"She's the boss now, though she can't compare to you, this Big Boss?"

"But with you, Professor Fang, and Professor Zeng backing her, a vice professor like me gets bullied ruthlessly by her on the daily." Long Fang started complaining to Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye's gaze turned solemn: "Tingzhu has always had a conservative personality, gentle and refined; how come she starts bullying people when it comes to you, Professor Long?"

"Professor Long, what did you do?"

Long Fang's shoulders immediately shook with feigned crying: "You really aren't family if you don't enter the same door."

"Last time I asked Tingzhu to write me a fake sick note, she didn't message me for three months."

"Now you again?"

"Sigh, joking with you lot is truly hard." Long Fang looked aggrieved.

"See, it's still you, Professor Long, who harbors ulterior motives."

After giving Long Fang a look that said it was all his own doing, Fang Ziye reined in his emotions and asked in a low voice: "Professor Long, is there any way for your Anesthesiology Chief Resident to skip the post?"

"Or assign a relatively idle position."

Long Fang immediately understood Fang Ziye's meaning of doting on his wife; Fang Ziye's own accumulation was sufficient now, so he just wanted to give Luo Tingzhu a relatively smooth environment.

Long Fang's eyelids blinked: "If it were an ordinary person asking me this, I'd have to criticize them a few sentences no matter what."

"But Tingzhu's basic skills are solid, her operation has no problem, and her research accumulation is also sufficiently weighty; taking a shortcut isn't an issue."

"The Anesthesiology Chief Resident post is divided among many places."

"Besides the surgical operating rooms, there are also interventional operating rooms, emergency operating rooms, and most critically, there's the Anesthesiology Ward..."

"The Anesthesiology Ward Chief Resident post is leisurely."

Long Fang gave the solution first, then added: "But I still suggest Professor Fang you don't intervene too directly; Tingzhu has her own ideas in mind."

"Of course, this is the experience of an elder brother who's been through it; you know your own usual mode of getting along best; as long as both sides are harmonious, that's the best."

Long Fang didn't explicitly say Fang Ziye, don't disturb Luo Tingzhu; she might not necessarily not want to experience such a very challenging, very busy phase.

"I'm just inquiring, no intention of forcibly intervening." Fang Ziye nodded.

"Right, Professor Long, heard your Anesthesiology has such an expert — if they say wake up in half an hour, they won't exceed thirty-one minutes?"

"For real or fake..." Once you become a superior, if you still can't chat before the surgery starts and have to personally scrub in, then your work unit's level definitely isn't high enough.

Fang Ziye's workplace, Zhongnan Hospital, couldn't be called top-tier; it was much smaller than Professor Duan Hong's team, yet it still had three or four graduate students and PhD students completing preoperative preparation.

Li Nuo turned back and said: "Director Fang, you can scrub in now."

Only then did Fang Ziye leave Long Fang, striding out to scrub, truly assuming the core position component.

The first surgery wasn't anything special — just a functional reconstruction, fairly common.

Li Nuo had also assisted in many functional reconstructions, so by now he had already done a good job exposing the local incision, just not deeply enough due to insufficient skill.

Functional reconstruction belongs to a new surgical technique; for the unskilled, they don't even dare mess with the incision technique, fearing it will affect postoperative quality.

Fang Ziye took the knife and asked: "Tian Luo went for a consultation again?"

"Mm, don't know why, even though our new campus just opened, there's no shortage of 120 ambulances sending patients over from nearby." Li Nuo nodded.

"Tian Luo's been so busy these two days his feet almost smoked."

"I heard the Emergency Department attendings say there's a little episode in there..."

Su Xiao and Sun Shaoqing, seeing Fang Ziye's knife-wielding posture was very proficient, also perked up their ears, focusing their attention on Li Nuo's direction.

"Speak, we're listening, Master Nuo."

"Hand a bit lower. Functional reconstruction isn't a standard technique; currently there's no fixed routine, but I've currently summarized a set of assistant support experience."

"Just pull the skin up as much as possible, don't block the muscles and nerves underneath; if there's a special need, I'll instruct."

"This way our team coordination will be more tacit in the future." Fang Ziye gave a slight pointer.

As lead surgeon, doing the surgery well is a given requirement; commanding assistants is also a must-have capability; continuously optimizing assistant support operations is also the kung fu for improving overall surgical quality and smoothness.

Li Nuo and the others complied, and only then did Li Nuo say: "I heard, some squads in our Chang District send a portion of patients to specific 'Designated Hospitals'!"

"Seems they think the surgery is minor, so they give some kickbacks or the like."

"But this year, two died from needles inside the artery."

"This was exposed internally, and one after another, our hospital has quite a few such needle-retrieval patients."

"Small hospitals don't dare do it either; the operation isn't difficult, just requires extremely high precision."

Li Nuo's words reminded Fang Ziye of that 'artery broken needle' patient he encountered during his Chief Resident period.

Later, he indeed never encountered it again; at the time Fang Ziye didn't take such a thing seriously, thinking back now, it's actually quite comfortable.

After all, retrieving a broken needle from an artery — operation not difficult, no sense of achievement, risk still quite high.

This kind of operation, if done by a doctor with insufficient experience and insufficiently solid basic skills, it's very easy to directly tear the artery.

If hemostasis technique isn't up to par, a person can be gone just like that.

"Senior Brother, you can raise the stent a bit higher; this way the recorded field of view will be better." Hu Qingyuan interjected at this moment.

Upon hearing this, Tian Yao immediately adjusted the direction of the camera mounted on the operating light.

Seeing this, Sun Shaoqing chimed in: "Who says today's young people all don't love their jobs and neglect their duties?"

"Brother Xiao, you tell me, back in our day, who would've thought to record the teacher's entire surgical operation process, then go back and slowly savor it?"

"One, two, three!"

"Three cameras, three angles." Sun Shaoqing remarked with feeling.

Fang Ziye explained, "Senior Brother Sun, actually we thought of it later too, but Big Brother Gu used a recording, while Hu Qingyuan did a livestream himself, so he knew you could buy cameras."

"As long as these things don't get leaked online, they really are excellent learning material."

"It's just that they might not only record successful operations, but also record some bad operating habits."

"Let them be. Young people nowadays really know how to put pressure on their teachers." Fang Ziye also remarked with feeling.

Each generation has its own way of learning.

Fang Ziye came from the countryside; before university, he didn't even know classes could use PPT, that ancient poetry classes could have animations to watch, could let you experience the real scenes of the poems, and even have photos.

Fang Ziye's parents' generation — they heard books were all precious learning resources.

Now, classroom recordings, all kinds of self-media doing secondary processing of courses, specialized courses' independent systems — learning resources are extremely rich.

Hu Qingyuan and the others have also kept up with the times, integrating learning methods into their own experience.

Hu Qingyuan has done livestreams, done self-media, so he thought to record Fang Ziye's operations.

Hu Qingyuan said in a low voice, "Master, 'a slow bird flies early' has explanations belonging to every era. Compared to you, Master, our operating foundations are weak."

"So we thought to record your operating process, then later we'll have to clip and organize it, bit by bit, to ponder over it."

"After all, this is Zhongnan Hospital; us young doctors have few chances to get hands-on, and don't have that much material to practice on."

"Completing sutures on pork, after all the hand feel and sensation differ from a patient; this counts as a kind of simulation learning resource too."

Feng Junfeng kept his head down, voice slightly choked: "Master, Qingyuan already surpassed the straight-A student level; before he barely studied and could still be this excellent."

"I really never expected, once he started learning like a straight-A student, went crazy, how fast his growth speed would be, and he even knows how to learn so well."

Fang Ziye cracked a joke: "Then you and Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing go consult him."

What does it feel like to be operated circles around by your junior?

Fang Ziye has experienced it; it's a very subtle feeling. Back then, Fang Ziye was even surpassed by his junior Shu Lang.

It's just that time point is too far from now; Fang Ziye can't recall the experience.

While continuing to ponder and experience Fang Ziye's operational details, Sun Shaoqing said: "Want to hit someone, want to hit others, but also want to hit yourself; in the end a single person lies awake at night."

"Contemplate life, reflect on yourself, reflect on the world, reflect on everything in the world."

"Then realize your own mediocrity, can only simply vent a few sentences deep in your heart……"

Hearing the vibe gradually go off the rails, Fang Ziye hurriedly persuaded: "Big brothers, we're doing surgery here? At most mixed in a teaching element, how'd it turn into life chicken soup so fast?"

"Hurry up and get moving, doing surgery; I'm done and still have to go to the operating room next door."

During surgery you can mix in learning elements, but absolutely cannot mix in personal emotional elements.

Fang Ziye is the boss; naturally what he says goes.

Although Hu Qingyuan couldn't get on the table, he still, through his own vision, constantly observed Fang Ziye's operational details, occasionally even making notes on a blank document himself.

He didn't bring a computer in, but Hu Qingyuan brought his tablet in.

This is learning through tools, yet not bound by tools.

Fang Ziye occasionally glanced at his student; in his heart he could only be honest — even he and Luo Tingzhu, and Lan Tianluo, in terms of learning methods, might not necessarily surpass Hu Qingyuan in knowing how to learn.

One mountain, there's always a higher mountain; there's nothing to compare.

Fang Ziye doesn't regret his past "ignorance"; that foolish, dazed long stay in the training room isn't a dark history, it's the road he came by.

In Fang Ziye's operating process, many things looked like they-sort-of-understood-but-not-really to Li Nuo and the others, but because there were too many places they didn't quite grasp, they didn't know how to ask.

Then after watching in a vague, confused way for a while, after one of Fang Ziye's operational items ended, the result showed —

And gave them a sudden enlightenment feeling.

Oh, so operations can be done like this!

Oh, so a whole surgery really can turn from mere repetition into a work of art.

So surgical operation really is an art, can be meticulously carved in every detail, surgery really can vary by person, done to best suit the patient……

The surgery's atmosphere gradually shifted from lively at the start to contemplation, tranquility, ease, as if it were Fang Ziye's solo performance.

Nothing else mixed in, just one person, a pair of hands.

The instruments were just common surgical instruments, but these instruments, in Fang Ziye's hands, broke cocoon became butterfly, became a sight none of them were worthy to watch.

Brain: I get it, watched it, seems like I can do it.

Hand: You can't! ~

Even I dare not say I've got it.

A surgery flowed smoothly to completion; as the first functional reconstruction of the new year, Fang Ziye only felt his whole being clear and refreshed.

Having carefully observed that the key core operations were already done, the remaining local operations — say some minor debridement and minor sutures and wound closure — completely wouldn't affect overall surgical quality, so he awarded them to Li Nuo, letting him freely allocate.

"Almost done. Li Nuo, you and Teacher Su and Su Xiao, you guys close up. As long as you don't cut the nerves and tendons I reconstructed, or sew them together along with them, it's fine." First time leading this team alone, so Fang Ziye had to lay out the bottom line first.

"No problem." Su Xiao originally still said maybe he shouldn't go up, but the bottom line Fang Ziye laid out was extremely low.

Fang Ziye had this confidence; he also wouldn't for face say he didn't want to operate.

Just afraid his three-melons-two-dates skills would affect the overall surgical layout, affect surgical quality.

Fang Ziye then checked the time; it was only 10:40.

At least half an hour earlier than expected; only then did he walk over to Hu Qingyuan and the little ones, hands behind his back, watching them finish video recording, then save and break down the video.

Hu Qingyuan long ago structured the essence of learning from medical and psychological angles; after preliminary study, must immediately do deep study.

Unless time doesn't allow, absolutely don't let unsolved problems lag too long.

Reading through once at most is a thorough read; thorough reading is a learning must.

After thorough reading the surgery, still need to break it down; like reading a text, mark the brilliant, core passages, do deep understanding, experience.

Until thoroughly read clear……

This step, Fang Ziye can't replace either.

So, after Fang Ziye glanced a few times, he merely listened as Hu Qingyuan spoke softly to his two senior brothers: "Feng Ge, my idea is that we'll divide these videos into three segments afterward."

"For instance, this surgery lasted a total of two hours and forty minutes."

"We all need to watch the entire surgery carefully, but each of us will be assigned a segment as our task — that is, to meticulously break down the portion we're responsible for."

"Since I proposed this, I'll take the first two hours; Feng Ge, you take the second-to-last twenty minutes; Yao Ge, you take the final twenty minutes."

"Then we'll share our breakdowns in the group chat."

"Of course you'll both need to experience and break down the whole process; it's just that the focus is on expressing your responsible segment in your own words."

"What do you think? If you're unwilling, I'll just do it myself." Hu Qingyuan was only offering a suggestion, not begging his two senior brothers to do the work.

What else could Feng Junfeng and Tian Yao say?

Naturally they agreed.

Hu Qingyuan continued: "Of course, if you senior brothers are willing, we can also each write up our full video reflections and post them in the group chat."

"After summarizing, we'll submit them to the teacher for review."

"We'll start breaking it down from the basics — that is, splitting the functional reconstruction surgery into a macro framework we can understand."

"For example, what operation is this segment performing — suturing technique? Transposition technique? Nerve grafting surgery……"

"After this framework division, we'll further break down the transposition technique — transposition divides into active and passive……"

Fang Ziye lowered his head.

Compared to learning methods, he and Hu Qingyuan weren't even in the same league — he was just self-taught, while the other was properly trained through the formal system.

Still, this didn't change the fact that Fang Ziye had previously been admitted as a master's graduate student at Han City University.

From the operating table came Su Xiao's surprised voice: "Damn, this suturing technique — it's truly as if measured by a ruler."

"And this local debridement technique, not the slightest hesitation, the knife moves like a brush."

"Li Nuo, Sun Shaoqing, Professor Fang is truly an enigma, worthy of our deep exploration and dissection."

Substantive praise — it was both compliment and statement of fact.

Sun Shaoqing said: "So he is Fang Ziye, he is Professor Fang. What a pity — when I left Zhongnan Hospital, Ziye had only just graduated with his master's."

"I couldn't stay close and witness Ziye's growth trajectory; otherwise, I reckon I would've taken off too."

"Should've delayed graduation by two years." Sun Shaoqing genuinely expressed his regret.

Su Xiao said: "Shaoqing, there's no need to regret so much. Once you truly enter the hospital and start working, the mindset differs from the learning phase."

"Now that we know what we want, returning to learn — our learning direction is clearer, and we know better what our respective units need."

"Just this one surgery — if we can master it during our advanced study, the trip won't have been in vain……"

Li Nuo fell silent.

If nothing unexpected happened, he could keep observing Fang Ziye's surgeries, keep learning under Fang Ziye.

Li Nuo wasn't outstanding in Zhongnan Hospital's Trauma Surgery department, but within this platform, he was a resource others coveted but couldn't obtain.

……

Lan Tianluo finished his consultation surgery at this moment and ran in from outside.

Seeing the surgery was already done, Lan Tianluo felt a touch of disappointment, came to Fang Ziye's side, and sighed softly.

Fang Ziye made a silencing gesture at him, then pointed toward Hu Qingyuan's direction.

Lan Tianluo knew Hu Qingyuan, but didn't thoroughly understand him.

Because in Lan Tianluo's eyes, Hu Qingyuan was just a "junior," a "youngster" — he merely appreciated him, and wouldn't go into meticulous detail to understand and accompany him.

At this moment, hearing Hu Qingyuan and Feng Junfeng and the others breaking down the surgical procedure's macro framework, Lan Tianluo's eyes instantly brightened.

The operating room lights were already bright, but now, the non-glaring light, reflected through Lan Tianluo's pupils, seemed to have come alive anew, even taking on a dazzling, colorful brilliance.

After listening for roughly three or four minutes, Lan Tianluo said softly: "This is Hu Qingyuan?"

Lan Tianluo's learning method was also high-end; he also knew how to build knowledge systems.

But learning methods, knowledge systems — ultimately they're just one person's pathway to understanding a discipline.

Pathways aren't fixed; there can be thousands upon thousands.

And the ways of traversing the pathway can also differ.

You can walk, run, drive, fly, or sail.

As long as you reach the endpoint from the starting point, few will ask how you got there.

Whether the journey is comfortable or painful, only you yourself can experience it.

Perhaps if you find a very comfortable way through, you'll feel very comfortable yourself.

This is the difference in learning methods.

Others' learning methods may not suit you, but regardless of when, when you know someone else's learning method is faster than yours, you instinctively have a self-reflection.

Be it surprise, confidence, self-satisfaction, or perhaps inferiority.

"Mm." Fang Ziye nodded lightly.

"Should count as the complete-version Hu Qingyuan. Even if he's fast, reaching your current height still requires time to accumulate — you don't need to be anxious."

Hearing this, Lan Tianluo listened carefully for a while more, then withdrew his thoughts: "I'm definitely not anxious about him catching up to me; whether he catches up or not has zero impact on my improvement."

"I just……?"

"……"

Fang Ziye still remembered his task, so he arrived on time at the operating room where Professor Wang Zongkai was.

The surgery was formal, no extra nonsense — after scrubbing and gowning, he went straight to the table and started operating.

The surgical procedure breakdown had been done in advance, and the only target Fang Ziye needed to actively break down was Wang Zongkai.

As for the others, their current skill levels still weren't enough to touch the functional reconstruction surgery tier; even Zhu Quanlin and the others' breakdown teaching was Associate Professor Wang Zongkai's task — Fang Ziye bore no responsibility for it.

So Fang Ziye just focused on burying his head and doing the surgery.

After finishing the functional reconstruction surgery, Fang Ziye also explained to Wang Zongkai and the others what to pay attention to afterward, then stepped down and left with a flourish.

Because Fang Ziye was also hungry, and it was almost time to go to the Trauma Surgery operating room to conduct today's second surgery.

……

After Fang Ziye left Wang Zongkai's operating room, on the operating table, Wang Zongkai, Zhang Wenlin, and Zhu Quanlin fell silent for a full four minutes.

During this process, the three pairs of eyes met, and not a word was spoken.

Bed management doctor Xiao Jinqiang also remained silent, his gaze lowered, not knowing whether he should remind his Master to continue the surgery.

"Sigh—" Who knows how long passed before Wang Zongkai finally sighed.

"Although it's said that comparing people to people makes one die of anger, where are there so many people who can be that carefree?"

"Yearning and achieving are two different things."

"One can only say, in this lifetime, having potential is truly good."

"If one could add 'young' to that, it would be the most beautiful scenery. Admiring but unable to attain, one can only say a sentence: take my place in freedom." Under Wang Zongkai's mask, his jaws kept clenching his upper and lower lips.

His pupils kept dilating and constricting, just a step away from the clinical presentation of organophosphate pesticide poisoning.

Zhang Wenlin and the others had never truly come into contact with Fang Ziye's operations; before, they had only heard about them.

Hearing is after all just hearing; truly seeing is truly seeing.

After Fang Ziye grew famous, he directly ran off to the sanatorium; although he later returned, the initial rising heat was gone after all.

Zhang Wenlin and Zhu Quanlin were also not 'parasites' who could only live by revolving around Fang Ziye, so naturally they could not go watch Fang Ziye's exquisite operations at the first time.

"Brother Wang, can this be learned?" Zhang Wenlin asked Wang Zongkai, his tone flickering, his gaze unsteady.

"If this is to be learned? It's even harder than becoming the neighbor Lao Wang." Wang Zongkai cracked a joke.

Then he said: "Let's do the work first. Life is like a play; we can't be the actors, we don't have such profound acting skills; being an ordinary audience member is also quite good."

"Being an audience member doesn't prevent us, in the absence of acting skills, from still having higher acting requirements for the actors."

"This leg, truly good-looking." Wang Zongkai very directly used an internet joke in reality again.

No taboo against the keyword 'leg'.

Just this leg is not that leg; no stockings, and not a young lady.

But it is still good-looking, especially captivating.

Only especially professional people can appreciate the beauty unique to it.

The surgery could only continue forward at this point.

Hand Surgery's Professor Liu Huanglong was already an expert among the younger generation of professors.

Although they had long heard that one mountain is higher than the next, only after truly watching Fang Ziye's operations did several people profoundly experience Liu Huanglong's 'depression'!

Liu Huanglong, bearing the title of Hand Surgery's most talented professor, presumably also faces extreme pressure.

……

Afternoon, five fifty.

As Fang Ziye brought Lan Tianluo out of the operating room, he turned his head and said: "Microcirculation interruption surgery — what you need to pay attention to now is not honing your basic operational skills, but rather turning back and clarifying this theoretical system structure."

"Tian Luo, your basic operational skills can certainly complete this surgical technique; the problem lies only in that you don't know the key theory of microcirculation interruption surgery, the theoretical guidance for the operation."

"So, it's not difficult, nor is it not difficult—"

Lan Tianluo rested his chin, not disappointed but deep in thought; after a while he said: "Inventing Fang Ziye's microcirculation interruption surgery truly makes one a genius."

"Senior Brother, borrowing surgeries from other specialties and integrating them into our Orthopedics specialty must have cost many brain cells, right?"

Lan Tianluo did not, like others, only see Fang Ziye's glory; instead, using himself as a reference frame, he thought of the suffering Fang Ziye had endured.

Fang Ziye did not answer immediately, but thought for a moment before saying: "To say it cost effort, it did; to say it didn't cost much effort, it didn't either."

"Feeling self-knowledge."

"Different achievements, for different people, mean different input-output ratios."

"In others' eyes, you Lan Tianluo have also suffered a lot, but how much suffering you truly ate, only you yourself know."

"There is no need for horizontal comparison; comparing with oneself, more labor more gain is generally directly proportional, not merely your own knowledge accumulation and income."

"Microcirculation interruption surgery, used to treat lower limb localized infection, is a very good tool; once mastered, lower limb stubborn infections may not be that difficult anymore."

"This is the difficulty of the second surgery; overall time spent is not long."

"As for the third surgery, the main difficulty is the reconstruction surgery."

"Don't just look at it as a simple patella reconstruction; inside there are actually very, very many operational details to pay attention to; the slightest carelessness, and you may fall into a trap."

"I suggest, if you want to learn reconstruction surgery, you should still start by learning total femur reconstruction."

"Patella reconstruction looks like the wound is not large, but the operational details needing attention are even more difficult than total femur reconstruction."

"These are the three elective surgeries we handled today; not giving you advance notice was so you wouldn't have to, like when I first encountered this kind of surgery, start everything from scratch."

"You can first glimpse the entire surgical process, then fill gaps according to your own situation."

"No need to, from the very beginning, calculate the entire surgical plan completely."

Predecessors have already walked out the path; later comers don't need to clear wilderness and blaze trails.

If there is a walked-out path and you don't walk it, insisting on stubbornly drilling into barren mountains and wild ridges, that is purely suffering hardship for no reason.

Lan Tianluo nodded: "Senior Brother, when you went to the Hand Surgery operating room, Su Xiao Big Brother said your technical level is very hard to learn."

"Estimating at most one can only learn the surgical process; after learning the surgical process back, one then hones proficiency on one's own."

"I feel that's quite reasonable."

Fang Ziye replied: "That is natural; personal proficiency is personal Kung Fu. Personal theoretical accumulation is personal internal strength."

"Internal strength and Kung Fu are two concepts, but not completely different."

"The specific surgical process and surgical plan are actually martial arts techniques and forms."

"Theoretical accumulation is practicing internal strength; familiarizing with surgical process and surgical plan is practicing techniques according to fixed routines; personal proficiency is one's own Kung Fu manifestation after mixing everything together."

"Actual combat is decided by skill."

"Tian Luo, my expectations for your operation will be relatively high. I hope you can master microcirculation interruption surgery within one month. That way, it will be especially convenient for you to do some emergency surgeries later, letting you be more at ease during emergency consultation surgeries."

"In about three months, I hope you can independently operate total femoral reconstruction surgery. Within half a year, bring patellar reconstruction surgery up to speed."

"Your current learning need not deliberately pile up on the honing of basic skills. Your time in contact with clinical work is still too little."

"Some specialty surgical techniques, if they should be learned, must be learned."

"Although basic skills are the foundation that determines the lower limit of your surgical quality, if in the short term you feel unable to make rapid progress, we can shift our attention slightly."

"After all, you're not bad either!" Fang Ziye laid out his own expectations and planning for Lan Ming.

This was his fellow trainee, his brother-in-law. Fang Ziye had been through it, so at this moment he looked down from above, laying out his short-term tasks for him.

To let Lan Tianluo better understand his intent, Fang Ziye gave another example: "For instance, Hu Qingyuan. He is currently at the stage where basic skills have just begun. Knowledge volume is okay, but it doesn't form a system."

"For instance, Feng Junfeng. Feng Junfeng's basic skills are roughly at a passable level. If you let him touch clinical operations, besides simple tendon repair, he can only follow you and do some emergency operations."

"Tian Yao is slightly better, but comparable to Feng Junfeng."

"As for Jie Han, his knowledge system and comprehensive accumulation are comparable to yours, but his operational basic skills are still not high enough. Currently, he doesn't have a single mastered operational basic skill."

"The reason he can do mangled extremity limb salvage surgery is actually because he took a shortcut. It's the prototype of our simplified mangled extremity limb salvage surgery. This is his shackle."

"So, he still has to continue following up on his own basic skills. Only then will he reshape his understanding, letting his thinking and the skill in his hands not disconnect, not become outrageous."

"Everyone says to have self-knowledge. In fact, this process of self-knowledge is very painful, and also requires an especially objective evaluation."

"Perhaps, having a guiding teacher to play this role would be better."

Fang Ziye was slowly integrating into his professor role, and not merely the senior brother role.

Fang Ziye being able to stand firm in this role, he spoke out with peace of mind and boldness.

"Good, Senior Brother!"

"If there's something later, I'll give you a phone call."

"I've also contacted Professor Zeng Duoqin. If there's an emergency situation requiring a Deputy Chief Physician to step in, I'll contact him." With a concept in mind, Lan Tianluo hurriedly stated his own arrangements.

Today is Monday. The three-line shift, three-day rotation, has come around to Fang Ziye again.

But Fang Ziye must go to the Ben Yuan hospital area to handle the department's situation, so Lan Tianluo also learned to start considering problems from the overall department scheduling perspective.

This is Lan Tianluo's growth process. He has already learned to view the department's operational patterns from a higher dimension.

One who stays near vermilion gets stained red. Lan Tianluo following Fang Ziye naturally cannot just be immersed in the simple role of a Resident Physician.

This is also the main reason Deng Yong and the others, based on Lan Tianluo's different personal ability accumulation and personal qualification accumulation, dispatched him to Fang Ziye.

Lan Tianluo is a special talent, but he is not Fang Ziye, so he cannot only walk Fang Ziye's old path.

Moreover, the current Zhongnan Hospital is not the Zhongnan Hospital from when Fang Ziye was there. Back then, Fang Ziye did not have a better guide dispatched to him.

But now for Lan Tianluo, a Fang Ziye can be assigned.

"Excellent!"

"True words." Fang Ziye gave a thumbs up, then hurried off to the Changing Room.

There's still a pile of things waiting over at the Ben Yuan hospital area.

After Fang Ziye got his car, the car phone rang.

"Teacher Duan." Fang Ziye said.

"Ziye, are you free today? At this time, you should have already finished surgery, right?" Duan Hong probed indirectly.

Fang Ziye understood upon hearing. Duan Hong perhaps had a favor to ask, or maybe an emergency situation. It's just that this matter wasn't Duan Hong's own patient, so he didn't plead very directly.

"Teacher Duan, today I can't go anywhere. A medical dispute broke out in the department. Other patient friends' emotions are very bad."

"I have to cooperate with the department and Medical Affairs Department to resolve this. I can't go anywhere." Fang Ziye refused very directly.

Duan Hong listened, stunned for about five seconds: "Then alright, that's fate."

"Ziye, if you need help, call anytime." Duan Hong immediately expressed his attitude.

"Thank you, Teacher Duan. If needed, I'll definitely be thick-skinned about it." Fang Ziye thanked Duan Hong.

Duan Hong didn't chat idly, actively hung up the phone, and didn't add any more worries for Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye dialed Yuan Weihong's phone. Yuan Weihong had the Circulating Nurse answer. Yuan Weihong was still at the operating table, telling Fang Ziye to call Jie Han or Deng Yong.

Fang Ziye called Deng Yong.

Deng Yong is the Bone Surgery Chief. The Trauma Surgery patients are enraged as a group. He must step forward to handle it. Moreover, once anything happens, he is the first responsible person.

After finishing the call and asking clearly, it also hadn't deteriorated to the worst situation.

Fang Ziye let out a breath of relief: "Master, being able to handle it to this extent is good. I'm just afraid they'll really come to blows."

"No matter what, they can't come to blows. Your Master still has propriety and a bottom line."

"Speaking of the essence, this time the patient friends' anger in the department is because they hold power but don't get power. They didn't feel they enjoyed special privileges. Coincidentally encountering Han Yuanxiao's side's medical accident, that's why they flared up." Deng Yong analyzed the key points inside for Fang Ziye.

"Master, there's a bit of a traffic jam now. I'll drive the car to the mall near the Subway Station, park it inside, then take the Subway over. It'll be even faster." Fang Ziye reported his schedule choice to Deng Yong.

"Good!"

"No need to be that rushed either." Deng Yong said.

Fang Ziye had long discussed with Deng Yong and them. In the stage where specialty technical development is especially unbalanced, certain contradictions will arise.

Therefore, at Zhongnan Hospital's Ben Yuan hospital area, absolutely no new tracks can be opened. We must first maintain stability. Maintaining stability for several years is not excessive.

We must wait until many people's comprehensive levels are all raised up before we can open new tracks.

"Professor Fang."

"Professor Fang."

"Professor Fang is here." Fang Ziye, not wearing a White Coat, entered Zhongnan Hospital Ben Yuan hospital area's Trauma Surgery Ward, and was recognized by strolling patient friends and family members.

After calling for people, quite a few family members came out of the ward.

"Professor Fang, you've finally come." More and more people surrounded him.

Fang Ziye said with a smile: "Thank you, thank you everyone."

"But I still have some matters right now, let's chat later, okay?"

"Sorry about that."

The patients also knew the real reason Fang Ziye returned — they had "caused a scene" to bring him back.

The scene was just form; the essence was actually hoping Fang Ziye could perform surgery for them, rather than coming over to see them and exchange pleasantries.

The crowd then stepped back one after another.

After Fang Ziye passed through the crowd, someone still took the initiative to tell some newly hospitalized patients' family members: "You mustn't look at Professor Fang's youth and think his skills are no good?"

"In this ward, his skills are the best, bar none. Other professors also have good skills, but good skills have distinctions between good and better."

"Is that so..."

"Anyway, the previous patients all said this — in the ward, at least eighty percent of people are willing to have Professor Fang as their lead surgeon..."

"Only when there's really no choice can they choose other professors."

Fang Ziye pushed open the Director's Office door, and the first thing he saw was Deng Yong's solemnity, followed by Professor Gong Jiahe and Professor Han Yuanxiao's embarrassed dark faces.

(Chapter End)