Chapter 122: Wang Chuan, Come Over and Teach Me Hand-in-Hand

Wang Chuan glanced at the Simpson obstetric forceps that Pei Nanli had set aside.

Pei Nanli instinctively straightened her spine, causing a sudden heaving ripple beneath the third button of her white coat.

She inwardly murmured, 'I don't believe it; you're familiar with this too? During our previous hospital rotations, none of us practiced this more than a few times.'

Wang Chuan did not take Pei Nanli's pair, but instead picked up another of the same model from the sterilization box.

He weighed it, separating the left and right blades. Reading novels daily is super smooth, t t k s. t w available anytime.

Then, under Pei Nanli's gaze, Wang Chuan turned his palm upward, precisely threading his thumb through the handle hole while his other four fingers firmly gripped the shank.

This was a grip that allowed both flexible manipulation and stable force application; textbooks emphasized it, but novices often needed multiple attempts to succeed even once, while only senior obstetric doctors could master it proficiently.

Wang Chuan first placed the left blade on the left side of the model fetal head, with precise positioning.

Then he picked up the right blade, gave his wrist a deft twist, and slid the right blade over the left; a crisp, pleasant metallic 'Click!' sounded as they locked together, fitting perfectly without any gap!

There was not the slightest scrape or misalignment, the movement steady and powerful.

Pei Nanli's pupils instantly contracted, "Wang Chuan, you~~!"

The entire process flowed like drifting clouds and flowing water; this was absolutely not a level of skill achievable on a first attempt!

Wang Chuan ignored Pei Nanli, returned the instruments to their place, washed his hands, and walked to the door.

He paused, his tone flat and unrippled, revealing no emotion: "I'm going to the Outpatient Clinic to find Zhai Director first. You study well, then come."

Wang Chuan believed that the way to deal with Pei Nanli was to demonstrate to her that he was far superior, yet ignore her.

Someday, if he learned there was also a Fang Yuan, he would have to change his strategy.

Pei Nanli suddenly came to her senses, her lips parting reluctantly, her voice lower than usual, "Wang Chuan, wait, what is the key point for locking the obstetric forceps? The diagrams in the manual aren't clear enough..."

Wang Chuan thought to himself that she hadn't said 'please teach me' nor 'help me'; this was just Pei Nanli.

Pei Nanli's clear, cold eyes, her tightly pressed lips, her slightly tensed jawline, and her long legs that her white coat failed to conceal.

Walking while speaking, Wang Chuan said, "Ninety percent of locking failures occur because the left and right blades were not kept absolutely parallel during placement."

"Lower your left hand by two millimeters," Wang Chuan suddenly covered the back of her hand directly with his right hand.

Pei Nanli's breath hitched; the skin on the back of her hand instantly tensed as Wang Chuan's scorching palm heat penetrated her gloveless, fair hand, causing the area behind her ears to flush red.

He inserted his fingers directly between hers to adjust her grip: "The right blade isn't pushed; it's twisted in~~"

His chest brushed against her shoulder blades ever so slightly, his deep voice vibrating until her eardrums tingled.

Pei Nanli tried to turn sideways to avoid such close proximity, but Wang Chuan's left hand suddenly clasped her waist to steady her: "Don't move."

The heat from his palm penetrated her skin, sending a shudder like an electric current racing down her spine.

The moment the obstetric forceps locked with a 'Click!', Pei Nanli's eyelashes trembled violently.

Pei Nanli's legs parted slightly as if she could barely stand steady, squeezing out a sentence through her clenched teeth: "... I understand."

"Impressive, Pei Nanli, you grasp it immediately!" Wang Chuan's hand still tightly gripped Pei Nanli's slender waist.

Pei Nanli said lightly in annoyance, "Has Wang Chuan touched enough yet? You're taking advantage of me again!"

Wang Chuan provoked her, "Again. Are you recalling what I did at your front door last time?"

"You~~!" Her face, white as snow, was now red with anger, clearly furious.

Pei Nanli broke free from Wang Chuan's right hand and walked toward the main entrance.

"Don't go, I haven't touched enough yet~~~!"

Ever since Wang Chuan began looking at Pei Nanli on equal footing, he had become increasingly unrestrained, unlike his past-life self who spent all day pondering Pei Nanli's instructions and emotional shifts.

Less than five seconds after Pei Nanli left, a 'Creak' sounded as the Demonstration Classroom door opened.

"You few will spend the entire day today familiarizing yourselves with the most commonly used obstetric instruments and models."

Attending Physician Qian walked in, leading several Interns into the Demonstration Classroom.

"Attending Physician Qian, hello, we've mostly finished familiarizing ourselves; we're heading to the Outpatient Clinic now to find Zhai Director."

Wang Chuan smiled as he walked out of the Demonstration Classroom.

Watching the two figures disappear, Attending Physician Qian muttered to himself, "They could familiarize themselves that quickly? Just now, Zhai Director said that tomorrow morning all Interns will be assessed on instrument and operational knowledge."

Pei Nanli walked briskly down the Ward Corridor, the hem of her white coat fluttering like a sail, her steps carrying the wind.

She suddenly turned her head, her gaze sweeping behind her like an icy shuttle.

Wang Chuan wore a smile on his lips, hands in his pockets, his eyes locked onto that tall, cold, swaying figure.

At that moment, the morning light fell perfectly upon her porcelain-white, perfect profile, her long lashes lowered, her nose bridge straight and elegant, her lips cherry-red.

Her white coat could not conceal the undulating curves of her slender waist and the tight jeans wrapping her hips, the swell of her buttocks faintly visible through the gaps in her coat hem.

Her ponytail swung lightly behind her head, revealing the beautifully lined nape of her neck, where a faint flush of red from shame and annoyance still lingered.

Pei Nanli and Wang Chuan entered the Obstetrics Expert Outpatient Area one after the other.

The long benches in the corridor were filled with waiting Pregnant Women and their Family Members.

The door to Zhai Director's Office was tightly closed; the two stopped in front of the office door.

Pei Nanli took a deep breath, striving to calm the turmoil in her heart from the Demonstration Classroom and restore her cold demeanor.

Wang Chuan, meanwhile, stood with his hands in his pockets, his posture very relaxed.

With a 'Creak', the door was pulled open just then.

A Pregnant Woman, accompanied by a Family Member, walked out, her face bearing an expression of relief.

From inside the Director's Office came Zhai Director's clear and steady voice: "Next, Ms. Li, please come in."

Wang Chuan and Pei Nanli followed the next Patient, Ms. Li, into the Director's Office.

The office was simple and bright; Zhai Director sat behind the consultation desk and gestured for Ms. Li to sit.

Seeing Wang Chuan and Pei Nanli enter, she nodded slightly, indicating they should stand nearby.

"Ms. Li, 32 years old, 28 weeks pregnant, G1P0 (First-time Mother), Gestational Diabetes Mellitus (GDM), currently controlled with Insulin."

While quickly reviewing the Medical Record, Zhai Director introduced the case to the two Interns, her voice not loud but every word clear, employing a typical teaching tone.

"Did you bring your self-monitoring records?"

Ms. Li hurriedly handed over a small notebook.

Director Zhai flipped through it carefully, while Pei Nanli immediately took out her notebook to record the key points.

"Hmm, overall control is acceptable, but it reached 9.2 after dinner last Wednesday?" Director Zhai pointed at a specific entry.

"That day... guests came to our home, and I couldn't resist eating an extra half-bowl of rice..." Ms. Li said somewhat embarrassed.

Director Zhai spoke in a serious tone: "Insulin is an aid, not a license for indulgence. The cost of half a bowl of rice could be elevated blood sugar; neither is a trivial matter."

As an Emergency Department Doctor in his previous life, Wang Chuan had encountered numerous diabetic patients and was no stranger to diabetes.

Thus, he added: "The glycemic index of food is also crucial. For instance, among staple foods, brown rice is far better than white rice."

Director Zhai cast a look of approval and continued seamlessly:

"The Nutrition Department has a detailed food GI chart; I'll have a nurse get one for you shortly. Additionally, starting this week, measure your blood sugar once more before bed each day. The insulin dosage remains unchanged for now; return next week with complete records for a follow-up."

Ms. Li thanked them and left the Director's Office...

By midnight, the last patient of the morning had been seen.

"Director Zhai, I just went to the Canteen and served three portions of meals. Let's go to the Office to eat; there's air conditioning and it's cool!"

Wang Chuan suggested.

"Why didn't you say so earlier? I thought you went to the Toilet. Next time, use my Meal Card to get the food. Regarding your Intern Meal Cards, I recall an intern last year complaining they weren't enough to feel full."

Zhai Lin smiled, looking at these two interns.

After a morning in the Outpatient Clinic, both interns had performed well; especially Wang Chuan, who not only possessed solid knowledge but also spoke with a tone very much like that of a doctor.