Chapter 1526: 1479 Really Annoying

Su Yun silently turned back-to-back, raised both hands in front of her chest, changed position, and stood opposite Feng Jianguo.

So annoying.

Medicine is like that; it all comes down to skill. Bullying others with power does exist, but it will be looked down upon.

Putting a "can't treat illness" hat on someone's head, in old saying, is called being stabbed in the spine.

Su Yun also felt gloomy; usually she stood at the top of the food chain looking down on others, but here with the boss, she was being devoured completely.

After great difficulty she found a "suspected" opportunity, but the boss immediately listed it one-two-three-four-five, and she didn't dare to even fart.

Really annoying.

"Su Yun, you're a thoracic-trained doctor, how can your gastrointestinal surgery be this good?" Feng Jianguo asked with a smile, "Today I saw Zheng Lao Ban's hand speed really let loose."

"If the skill isn't enough, shouldn't you cooperate well?" Su Yun lowered her head, reached out, and the nurse instinctively handed over the needle holder.

Su Yun took the needle holder and directly began closing the abdominal cavity.

Feng Jianguo was slightly annoyed, but Zheng Lao Ban was excusable. No matter how you say it, their surgery is indeed good, and the diagnosis is especially clear.

Looking at the surgery, the diagnosis was correct, so there's nothing more to say.

But now it's about closing the abdomen; just this, and they're still competing with me?

No matter how you say it, they're the gastroenterology surgery team-leading professor; are they really treating me like an intern?

If it weren't for Zheng Lao Ban…

Just as I thought that, "pa-pa" two sounds, the needle holder tapped against Feng Jianguo's large tweezers in his hand.

"Tie the knot." Su Yun didn't lift her head, obviously not in high spirits.

Feng Jianguo was somewhat angry, but upon closer look, he was outright dumbfounded.

The peritoneal incision was about 4 cm. Nine stitches had already been sewn, spaced 0.5 cm apart, standard and neat.

At the most difficult edge, Su Yun placed two stitches. These two stitches were exquisitely placed, looking simple but involving great skill.

At the edge position, if the suturing is slightly off, a protruding corner will appear.

Regarding this corner, doctors have various names for it; some call it rabbit ears, some call it bull horns, but the meaning is the same.

Sutured like this, it looks ugly and may still cause problems.

Feng Jianguo has done gastrointestinal surgery for many years; even for him, this kind of technical issue wouldn't be flawless.

Here the emphasis is on placing stitches like silk; after tying the knot, the edges are neat as if they weren't cut at all.

He glanced and saw Su Yun was using number-one thread, his heart jolted.

The peritoneum is rarely sutured with number-one thread.

Number-one thread is too thin; usually number-four or number-seven thread is used.

Although the thread is thick and causes a greater foreign-body reaction, relatively speaking it's more secure.

What does he mean by that?

Feng Jianguo was tapped lightly, his hand slowed a bit. Faintly hearing a sigh from opposite, Su Yun patted the needle holder onto the patient's leg, picked up the thread scissors with her right hand, lightly held them in her palm, and began tying knots on her own.

Her fingers were light, without Feng Jianguo's help to pull the peritoneum together, reducing pressure; her hands' fingers like a flower‑visiting butterfly, a beautiful knot appeared on the peritoneum.

The first knot must withstand great tension; after all, abdominal pressure exists, pulling on both sides of the peritoneal incision, making the knot prone to snap.

Even with number-seven thread, if the knot isn't solid, accidents requiring re‑suturing are not uncommon.

Feng Jianguo stared, wide‑eyed.

High‑difficulty surgery, when done smoothly, shows the operator's superb skill. But this kind of "minor task" is something any surgeon can do; the details better reveal extraordinary skill and confidence.

Just as he was stunned, three knots had already been tied.

Altogether nine knots, Feng Jianguo instantly grew tense.

Don't let him suture himself up; he won't even get a turn at tying knots.

This matter is getting…

But to tie knots at Su Yun's level… Feng Jianguo's hands were shaking.

Who would dare hold the thread scissors in hand so arrogantly?

Wait until Feng Jianguo focuses wholeheartedly, displays all his learning, his condition peaks, after he ties the two most beautiful knots of his career, the thread scissors also arrive.

Silently, the knot is cut, leaving just the right amount of thread ends—not too much, not too little.

The thread ends can't be short, or the knot might come undone; they also can't be long, as that belongs to foreign‑body reaction—definitely the less the better.

Watching Su Yun's extreme operation, Feng Jianguo was speechless.

Really annoying.

Silence.

Peritoneum and muscle, sutured layer by layer. The patient is a child; because there's little fat and the muscle isn't thick, the suturing speed is fast.

"Su Yun, your skill is not bad." Only after suturing the skin did Professor Feng have time to remark.

"What?" Su Yun lowered her head, focused on aligning the skin edge, and asked.

Professor Feng sweated; after praising him, he still wanted to hear it again.

Helpless, he had to repeat it once.

"You say, that cowardly boss, how did he give a diagnosis so quickly?" Su Yun was still gloomy, her mind full of Zheng Ren confidently deducing from the abdominal X‑ray flat‑film base data to a CT plain scan, then giving a clear diagnosis.

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Feng Jianguo sighed.

Their mind isn't on suturing at all; I've been here admiring and sighing for half a day in vain.

I focused fully, as if facing a great enemy, and could only devote half my attention to suturing like Su Yun.

This basic skill, without ten or eight years of hard practice, can't be mastered…

Tch! I've practiced for how many years? Still not as good as Su Yun.

Thinking of this, Feng Jianguo let out a long sigh.

This is talent!

Looking at his age, from the first year of medical college to now, he might not even have ten years.

And still ten years of hard practice.

After suturing the skin, Su Yun lowered his head and floated away. Leaving, he happened to meet Zheng Ren and Director Wei.

"I said it should be sutured already." Zheng Ren said with a smile: "Director Wei, we'll go first."

"Zhang Weiyu also said, when he has time to go to Maoyangdian for a sit, he got some good meat." Director Wei said: "He is truly sincere."

"I know, I know, when I have time." Zheng Ren said absentmindedly.

After greeting Lao He, the two went to change clothes and went downstairs.

"Boss, what are you doing this afternoon?" Su Yun suddenly raised his head and asked.

The black hair in front of his forehead was pressed down by the sterile cap, listless.

"Yo, it's already this time." Zheng Ren glanced at the clock; it was already past lunchtime.

Anyway, he wasn't interested in eating either; after thinking, he said: "Today, Cui Lao is seeing patients, go to the Emergency Department to have a look."

Originally, I imagined Su Yun would mock himself, unable to sit still if he didn't hear the sound of the IV pump for a day or two.

But unexpectedly, Su Yun remained silent, put on his clothes, and followed beside.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Diagnosis, how did you do that?" Su Yun directly asked: "I calculated, I should be faster than me by 12.23 seconds."

"......" Zheng Ren was speechless; is this guy always thinking about imaging?