Chapter 59

Mingzhou First Hospital, Emergency Department, Debridement Room, under the bright shadowless lamp.

Wang Chuan, under the lamp light, leaned down to examine Sun Ying's leg wounds, his nose catching her body scent, faintly mingled with blood.

The varied-depth cuts stood out sharply against Sun Ying's smooth leg skin.

Wang Chuan was close by; Sun Ying felt shy, yet worried.

Wang Chuan said calmly, "I've examined the wounds. Fortunately, no tendons or bones were damaged—you won't lose your dancing ability. But glass cuts, if poorly treated, easily leave scars."

Sun Ying's tears instantly welled up, her voice trembling: "Scars… Doctor Wang, I'm a dance student…"

"Even if you can't dance, you could switch to painting, right?!"

Sun Ying froze at once.

"Just kidding. Today you've met me—relax! Even if there are scars, they'll be very fine." Wang Chuan immediately added.

He thought to himself: My suturing skill has reached an advanced level—I can certainly achieve fine scars.

Wu Qinghua, watching beside him, mused internally: 'Today, I'll watch you closely, Wang Chuan—how this genius performs the Genius Suturing Technique.'

Wu Qinghua, pretending to be Director Physician, spoke in a steady tone: "Young lady, my apprentice is extremely skilled—don't worry."

Sun Ying didn't hear what Wu Qinghua said; her gaze fixed on the mask covering the Doctor Wang's face—she thought he was smiling at her.

And Doctor Wang's eyes were beautiful; Sun Ying's inner agitation gradually subsided.

Wang Chuan interrupted her thoughts, his tone brimming with unshakable confidence: "Today, my suturing process will be slower than usual."

"You'll need to endure it—stay still and cooperate. Can you do it? Otherwise, it'll affect the suturing."

Sun Ying nodded firmly: "Yes! Doctor Wang, I'll cooperate—I won't move."

Beauty is justice—no, it's confidence, it's trust.

"I'm administering local anesthesia—it'll feel swollen. Just bear with it."

Wang Chuan said softly.

After administering anesthesia, Wang Chuan began debridement, patiently and repeatedly rinsing each wound with large amounts of warm sterile saline, leaving no corner untouched, flushing out blood and foreign debris.

His forceps acted like probes, precisely gripping and removing tiny glass fragments, movements gentle, maximizing protection of surrounding tissue.

For irregular wound edges, Wang Chuan performed minimal, extremely precise trimming.

Seeing this step, Wu Qinghua was astonished—this trimming aimed to make the wound margins as smooth and vertical as possible, laying the foundation for fine suturing.

How did Intern Wang Chuan know this? Only experienced doctors know this method.

"Sun Ying, we're starting suturing now. You've done well so far—keep it up."

Wang Chuan knew well that the main culprits behind scar widening and thickening were tension; he would use different methods for deep and epidermal wounds.

"Chang Min, hand me 5-0 plain gut suture."

The needle tip in Wang Chuan's hand seemed to have eyes, precisely piercing the subcutaneous tissue layer for Deep Layer Interrupted Suturing.

Each stitch tightly approximated deep tissues, precisely eliminating dead space, locking primary tension firmly in the deep layers.

The knot tension was perfectly controlled—ensuring tension relief without cutting tissue or impairing blood flow.

After completing the deep layer, Wang Chuan began Epidermal Suturing, the Needle Holder steady as a rock, needle insertion angle perfectly vertical, depth precise and uniform.

The stitch spacing was small and even, the edge margins symmetrical.

Each of his stitches resembled precision micro-carving—though slow, the accuracy was breathtaking.

Nurse Chang Min and Wu Qinghua watched, eyes fixed, silently praising: this kid's hands are steady, his work is meticulous.

For small, neat superficial wounds, he used 6-0 suture for simple Interrupted Suture.

Finally, Wang Chuan bandaged the sutured wounds.

"There you go, Sun Ying—you did great." Wang Chuan exhaled deeply, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, revealing fatigue from meticulous work, yet his eyes shone bright.

"The wound was cleaned thoroughly, and I've sutured it to the best of my ability," Wang Chuan said seriously, "but I guarantee your legs will be smooth as before."

Doctor Wu Qinghua came over to give Sun Ying further instructions: suture removal in ten to fourteen days, and scar care guidelines.

Sun Ying, tearfully grateful: "Thank you, Doctor Wang! I'll follow your advice! Sun Protection! Do Not Pick! Minimize Movement!"

'Young lady, why are you always talking to Wang Chuan? Did you even hear my medical advice?'

'Whatever. The advice will be written down anyway.'

Wu Qinghua sighed inwardly.

After Sun Ying was escorted out of the Debridement Room, Wu Qinghua patted Wang Chuan's shoulder: "Let's go—the mung bean soup won't stay cold much longer."

Wang Chuan smiled wearily, a heavy stone lifting from his heart.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the small window on the Debridement Room door—a fleeting glint of a mobile phone camera. It must be Wei Tuo! That guy definitely didn't leave far!

But this time, it was under Wu Qinghua's supervision—you won't find any leverage here.

Wang Chuan returned to the Office, picked up Xin Chanxi's thermos cup wrapped in ice, unscrewed the lid, and drank the cold, sweet mung bean soup—it instantly dispelled the tension and fatigue of surgery.

He checked the time—it was nearly 8:30. I wonder what Xin Chanxi is doing in the dorm?

At the Intern Dormitory, Xin Chanxi unlocked the door with her key and saw two plaques on the table: Act of Courage Award, Outstanding Intern.

Both plaques bore the name Wang Chuan.

Xin Chanxi rearranged Wang Chuan's Medical Books neatly again.

Under the creaking electric fan blowing cool air, she rested for five or six minutes, catching several smells of sweat.

One of them came from under Wang Chuan's bed—she crouched down and saw his daytime clothes.

Li Wei and Luo De's beds also had sweaty clothes underneath; Xin Chanxi thought for a moment, filled only Wang Chuan's clothes into a basin, carried them to the Washroom, washed them clean, then walked to the Roof.

She looked out—clothes were hung everywhere; only one spot remained in the upper right corner. She looked up at the star-filled sky and the white moon.

But in the middle lay a puddle—Xin Chanxi didn't notice, her right foot already stepped on it.

Behind her, a sudden urgent voice shouted: "Who are you at this hour?!"

Startled, she slipped with a thud and landed squarely on the puddle.

The person walked over and looked: "Xin Chanxi, why are you here?"

It turned out to be Wang Jia, who had also come to the roof to dry clothes. Xin Chanxi had no choice but to go downstairs to the bathroom for a shower, then change into the clothes Wang Jia gave her.

She chatted in Wang Jia's Dormitory.

"Ten Yuan Sister, you act so fast. None of the female interns on our side are as fast as you."

Wang Jia teased.

"What fast!"

"You even came over to wash clothes for Wang Chuan; aren't you two in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship?"

"No, I found a patient for Wang Chuan. The patient won't arrive until eight thirty. I was too hot, so I went to his Dormitory to catch some Wind, then discovered the Dormitory smelled of sweat. Sitting there made me uncomfortable, so I casually washed the clothes."

Xin Chanxi blurted it all out in one breath like reciting a ledger, her face like a ripe red apple.

"Do you think I'm a fool? Under the bed, aren't there still Li Wei's and Luo De's smelly clothes? Isn't the stench still there?"

Wang Jia smiled.