Chapter 47: The Dean Will Praise Me in Front of Everyone

The patient had no idea an intern would dare to deceive her, when it had only been a few hours ago.

Upon hearing this, she learned the surgery had just begun, so she calmly closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

"Fuck, what the hell, Wang Chuan!" Sun Ke froze in shock—Wang Chuan had seized his seat and begun operating.

The instrument nurse beside him, unlike Nurse Chang Min who had seen Wang Chuan's extraordinary skill, was also stunned.

Wang Chuan replied calmly: "Doctor Sun, I'll finish this for you—you'll still get the praise. If you move around now, I might slip and cause an accident."

"I don't care—I'll just quit being a doctor altogether."

"You're in your thirties and only just made it to attending. Are you really content?"

The words "content" pierced Sun Ke's heart like a sharp scalpel.

Sun Ke graduated from the Middle Province Medical College and began working at a factory hospital, earning a meager salary while being scolded daily by his beautiful wife.

Her insults included:

"You're still a doctor with a scalpel? I'd be better off married to a pig butcher!"

"I must've had eight generations of bad luck marrying you—it's like buying one and getting a free beggar with a quick gun!"

Later, Sun Ke caught wind of Mingzhou First Hospital expanding and recruiting nationwide—he barely made the cut.

His salary jumped from just over a thousand to three thousand total including bonuses, then rose to five thousand after becoming an attending.

In 2004, Sun Ke earned sixty thousand yuan a year—while Mingzhou's per capita GDP was only thirty-eight thousand.

After meeting Vice Dean Yang Guohua, he gained an extra stream of gray income.

"If this surgery ends in medical malpractice, I might lose everything I've worked so hard to get."

Sun Ke's eyes flashed with the mocking, contemptuous gaze of his beautiful wife.

That look had rarely appeared since he came to Mingzhou First Hospital.

It only surfaced whenever he was forced to abruptly end a battle.

He stepped to Wang Chuan's ear and spoke coldly: "Wang Chuan, you'd better be a genius. If you mess this up, I'll drag you off a building with me—you think you can quit? Not a chance!"

Internally, he thought: "If this succeeds, Wang Chuan—I'll call you Dad in my heart!"

Wang Chuan's heart sank: "No way, Sun Ke—I knew you weren't a good guy, but I didn't think you'd be this extreme. I came back from rebirth—I can't die again."

"Doctor Sun, go rest on the bench outside. If you're uneasy, watch through the teaching eyepiece."

Sun Ke naturally didn't trust him—he walked over and peered through the teaching eyepiece.

"Lin Rui, rinse with heparin sodium saline."

Wang Chuan instructed, needing to ensure no thrombus formed inside the lumen and to check whether the proximal artery was pulsing strongly.

"Give me 10-0 suture."

Wang Chuan located the artery needing anastomosis, wielded the needle holder, and completed eight end-to-end sutures in moments.

Sun Ke stared in awe: "This Wang Chuan—you're definitely not human!"

Through the eyepiece, he saw even stitch spacing, uniform edge margins, and perfect mucosal alignment.

Wang Chuan's hands danced under the microscope, suturing another artery, then locating the dorsal digital vein for anastomosis...

Precise vascular anastomosis is critical to the success of replantation of amputated finger; ideally, as many vessels as possible should be anastomosed.

Generally, anastomosing two intrinsic arteries and two to three dorsal digital veins reduces postoperative symptoms like finger atrophy and cold intolerance, and increases surgical success rates.

Lin Rui's inner thought: "Compared to Wang Chuan, I'm a complete waste."

Nurse Chang Min, seeing Wang Chuan's gaze, came over to wipe his sweat. Wang Chuan whispered: "How's my vascular anastomosis, Doctor Sun?"

"It's fine," Sun Ke suppressed his shock and feigned calm: "There's still nerve repair ahead—no more chatter, keep going!"

Wang Chuan had Lin Rui assist in debriding the stump again, then carefully trimmed the digital nerve himself.

"9-0 suture."

At this moment, Sun Ke watched Wang Chuan suture the nerve and let out a long breath of relief.

After age thirty-five, if he didn't nap after night shift, his hands and eyes couldn't control themselves properly.

He walked out of the surgery room, leaned against the wall near the door, and dozed off on the bench.

Suddenly, his beautiful wife appeared before him, shook him awake, and said: "I'm more celibate than a widow—Buddha himself isn't as pure-hearted as me!"

He shuddered violently, snapped his eyes open—and saw Vice Dean Yang Guohua's round face looming over him.

"Sun Ke, weren't you on night shift yesterday? Why are you here again tonight?" Yang Guohua asked.

The figures of Dean Wei Xing, Director Tao Tao, and numerous other directors and the Medical Affairs Section Chief filled Sun Ke's vision.

"I..." Sun Ke froze—could he really say he'd been sleeping while an intern, Wang Chuan, performed replantation of amputated finger?

"Sun Ke, did you finish your replantation of amputated finger? The nurse said two surgery rooms were doing replantation of amputated finger—who's operating here?"

"Vice Dean Yang, is it Yang Fang?"

Dean Wei Xing didn't know Zhang Yang had been discharged—he assumed it was Yang Fang.

Vice Dean Yang hadn't yet replied.

Dean Wei Xing pushed open the surgery room door and gestured for Tao Tao and Vice Dean Yang to follow him inside—everyone else waited outside.

"Wang Chuan, you've got to succeed!" Sun Ke's inner self began kneeling before Wang Chuan's towering phantom—"Succeed, succeed—I swear I'll truly call you Dad!"

If it failed, his responsibility would be unavoidable.

Inside the surgery room door.

Lin Rui's posture blocked Wang Chuan's face—Dean Wei Xing and Vice Dean Yang couldn't see clearly.

Vice Dean Yang pointed at Wang Chuan: "Yang Fang is still operating in Surgical Department—this must be Zhang Yang!"

Dean Wei Xing smiled: "Young Zhang Yang, you're under thirty, right? I personally pushed to recruit you from Mingzhou Sixth Hospital—you're a microsurgery expert. Once you train more doctors, we'll establish a hand surgery department here at First Hospital."

"Dean Wei, Director Gao will come after you—he'll lose his emergency surgery pillar."

Director Tao Tao of Respiratory Medicine chuckled.

Lin Rui tilted her head slightly downward, and from this angle, Dean Wei Xing saw Wang Chuan's handsome face.

His expression froze. "He's not Zhang Yang? Not Yang Fang?"

His mind held only Chief Gao Cheng on a business trip, and Doctor Sun Ke outside the surgery room door.

No one in the hospital could serve as Chief Surgeon for a Microsurgical Limb Replantation in Microsurgery.

Sun Ke rubbed his eyes, stepped into the Surgery Room, and whispered tremblingly: "Report to Dean, I am the Chief Surgeon for this operation."

Tao Tao was utterly astonished: "You're the Chief Surgeon? Then who is that..."

Vice Dean Yang had already whispered out: "Dean, it's that Intern—Wang Chuan!"

Dean Wei Xing knew this surgery wasn't under general anesthesia, but due to its length, the patient would usually fall asleep.

Out of caution, he lowered his voice: "Sun Ke, what exactly is going on?"

"My physical condition today is poor. After completing the Suture of Flexor and Extensor Tendons, I simply couldn't continue."

Dean Wei Xing cut off Sun Ke's words and said sternly: "So you let an Intern who arrived two days ago perform a Replantation of Amputated Finger?"

"I..." Sun Ke stammered.

Wang Chuan stood up, his voice clear and crisp: "Report, Doctor Sun, the surgery is complete!"

He noticed three new people at the surgery room entrance—all people he knew: Dean Wei, Vice Dean Yang, and Director Tao Tao.