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Chapter 104 Yuan Weihong Gets Beaten Up Again (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

Fang Ziye didn't stand on ceremony and stepped down directly, not to put on airs or act like a superior.

That's just how it is.

Everyone performs their duties.

If trauma surgery doesn't need Fang Ziye to act as a savior like a god descending to earth, how could hand surgery possibly need him? If it weren't for the overwhelming number of patients crowding in at the same time, exceeding the department's capacity, Fang Ziye wouldn't have even stepped into this place.

Naturally, Fang Ziye also took away a significant amount of knowledge points.

Up to 44 points!
"It seems that although my sutures did not directly hit the patient's heart and save his life, they did contribute to saving the limb."

With a gain of 44 points and an expense of over 70 points, it's not a loss.

After composing himself, Fang Ziye left the emergency operating room, glanced back silently, and offered a slight apology to the patient.

Actually, if an associate professor could take the stage, their performance would definitely be better than mine. As for me, my abilities are limited, and I can only say that I barely managed to complete the task.

He had already done his best. If he had more knowledge, Fang Ziye wouldn't mind wasting some time on vascular suturing techniques that weren't particularly helpful to him, but his knowledge was simply too limited.

Staying in the hospital and breaking through in the training room is certainly important; breaking through early will give you a greater advantage in achieving success.

Fang Ziye dared not forget his original intention as a doctor. He could not say that he was as virtuous as water, but he hoped to do his best and have no regrets.

Going home, then on duty!

Inside the department, Jie Han was still taken away by Yuan Weihong.

Jin Hongzhou yawned in the doctor's office.

Fang Ziye quickly apologized: "Brother Zhou, you've worked hard. I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble."

Jin Hongzhou was a little tired, but not too bad. He pointed to a bottle of Oriental Leaf Black Tea that he had brought for Fang Ziye on the table and said, "I've put the drink here. Let's not be polite."

“It’s not like you wanted to skip work in the department. Zhu Hui, the chief resident of hand surgery, has already told me.” Jin Hongzhou said, standing up and yawning as he walked out of the office.

Fang Ziye was temporarily transferred to the operating room; the request came from the hand surgery department.

We're all colleagues, so even if we don't care about Yuan Weihong, Jin Hongzhou would still give him some face.

Unlike trauma surgery, hand surgery involves delicate procedures, and some procedures cannot be handled by senior professors alone.

On the contrary, the older professors, more or less, are too old to perform delicate procedures at their peak, so it is inconvenient for them to come forward. Their main task in hand surgery now is to explore new directions and establish new careers, and to provide theoretical guidance to those below them.

If you really want to do it, you can't deny that you're getting old.

Then, if you make them wear mirrors and sit down to suture arteries and nerves that are barely bigger than a hair, that's when they've really gone crazy.

Fang Ziye followed Jin Hongzhou for a few steps and said, "Brother Zhou, the repositioning patients this morning were relatively simple, so I didn't send them to you for review right away. However, I have the corresponding test results saved here."

"First……"

Jin Hongzhou waved his hand: "No need, I know all that. With your temperament, how could I not trust you? If you couldn't handle it, you would have already used the 'Eighteen Deadly Touches' technique a long time ago."

"Call!" Fang Ziye made a phone call gesture with his right hand.

He didn't joke around with Jin Hongzhou.

You have to be careful who you joke with. When Fang Ziye jokes with Jie Han and others, it's because he's a senior student and he's kind and approachable. But when he jokes with his doctoral seniors, it's because he's extroverted and mischievous.

It's idiotic to joke around with superiors and teachers regardless of the occasion. How could this be the time to joke around?

Jin Hongzhou was so exhausted that he was numb.

"Okay! You go ahead, I'll take a nap here. I've already told the head resident of the emergency department that for the next two hours, except for major trauma cases, all minor cases should be turned away. There are no beds, no space, and we can't handle it." Jin Hongzhou could only prioritize his own condition and let go of the minor emergency cases.

Fang Ziye stood silently at the door, not walking into the inpatient duty room with Jin Hongzhou.

Then he turned back and went into the duty room, looked at the postoperative medical orders of the patients under his care, and checked the medical records again to make sure there were no more typos, so as not to make any more mistakes like mistaking the character "Luo Tingzhu".

If the input method malfunctions again next time, and someone tries to pin something like "Deng Yong," Fang Ziye, despite being relatively popular with Professor Deng Yong, will still lose face.

With everything settled and no patients scheduled for hospitalization, Fang Ziye took a short nap.

Just an hour later, Fang Ziye was greeted by a knock on the door from the nurses' station intern nurses...

The professors and associate professors who hold outpatient clinics in hospitals are always packed with patients on weekdays. How could they not have patients seeking elective treatment?
Those admitted today are likely patients who had scheduled elective surgeries last week but hadn't yet had the chance to be admitted.

This is another small surge of knowledge points. Let's get to work and try to earn back all seventy-odd knowledge points today, which is equivalent to getting a relatively useless Level 3 Vascular Suturing Skill for free...

2:40 p.m.

Emergency operating room.

The person who entered the operating room was not Associate Professor Guan Qiquan, Yang Wenzheng's direct superior, but Associate Professor Li Qi from Professor Zhou Ziyu's group.

There are too many patients, making it impossible to perform coordinated surgeries between different levels within the team.

After Li Qi came in, Yang Wenzheng said, "Brother Qi, there is no nerve damage. I have already finished cleaning and suturing the tendons and muscles. The previous arterial and venous injuries were temporarily sutured by Fang Ziye from the trauma surgery department. Could you fix it?"

Li Qi nodded, washed his hands, put on his clothes, and went on stage. After putting on sterile gloves, he asked his assistant to help him put on the microscope.

Associate Professor Li Qi is slightly overweight, with a large face and short but very dexterous fingers.

However, after Associate Professor Li Qi simply used microsurgical forceps and tweezers to manipulate the sutured ends of the brachial artery and cephalic vein a few times, he let out a soft hiss.

"Isn't it connected to a real-time vascular monitoring device?" Li Qi asked.

"Brother Qi, this is the emergency department's operating room. The equipment is all in the main operating room. Where can we find such good instruments here?"

"What's wrong?" Yang Wenzheng asked back.

If he had a testing device, he would have received the data report long ago.

"I feel like it might not need any changes, which is really strange."

"This cannot be achieved with simple suturing techniques alone; it must also involve some basic vascular suturing techniques."

As Li Qi spoke, he fiddled with something again, then turned around and said, "Circuit, take a needle and bring it up."

"Okay, what size sterile syringe needle do you need?"

"Just pick one at random, let me check its terminal blood flow. If it's relatively abundant, we don't need to make any adjustments."

“Cutting and then suturing will leave blood vessel stumps that need to be repaired again. If the blood supply is good, it’s better to just suture the skin and go off the operating table.” Li Qi is an associate professor and knows that this patient only has a partial amputation, so even if the surgery is not that precise.

It doesn't matter if the blood vessel patency rate doesn't reach the incredible requirement of 99%.

After all, it is a major artery. As long as it is more than 90% intact, the incidence of thrombosis is very low, and it is sufficient to provide blood supply to the distal parts of the body.

Without hesitation, Li Qi took the syringe needle and pricked three of the patient's fingers: the thumb, middle finger, and little finger.

Bright red blood slowly seeped out, first forming clumps.

Then he squeezed again, and the blood clumps coalesced and gushed down.

Li Qi gave a low "hmm" and muttered under his breath, "What kind of incredible luck did Yuan Weihong have to get Fang Ziye into the trauma surgery department?"

"What a piece of trash."

Li Qi was indeed cursing in a low voice, cursing to vent his anger, not because he truly hated Yuan Weihong.

"Brother Qi, have you forgotten? Fang Ziye was the last in his year's re-examination. Brother Wei was a first-year master's supervisor at the time, so he assigned him to the position."

"Professor Du Xinzhan still remembers this matter, so during this year's master's re-examination, he gave him a promising candidate who ranked first in the written test and second in the re-examination."

"Damn it!" Li Qi cursed.

Then, gently placing the syringe needle into the kidney dish, he said, "Yang Wenzheng, continue suturing. Just close the wound directly. Keep it warm after the operation, and use the infrared lamp..."

Li Qi then stepped down.

After Li Qi stepped down, the master's student who was with Yang Wenzheng asked, "Professor Yang, was Fang Ziye the last one in the re-examination of his year?"

"Well, Fang Ziye's undergraduate degree wasn't very good, and his performance in the re-examination was just average. So even that student from Xian City Medical College ranked higher than him and got stuck at the last step."

"You know Jie Han, right? He scored a whopping 402 on the written exam. A real academic star," Yang Wenzheng asked.

The young man nodded, slightly apprehensive: "I know, Brother Zheng, he's a freak. He published an SCI paper during his undergraduate years, and now he has four or five SCI papers. We call him 'Exposing Dog' in private."

Yang Wenzheng laughed and began to close the wound.

...After leaving the emergency operating room, Associate Professor Li Qi thought about it again and again, but he still couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

He planned to talk to Yuan Weihong again and try to get Fang Ziye to work in the hand surgery department, asking him to act as an advocate.

After all, Fang Ziye's current actions are truly amazing for someone his age.

If he is properly trained, Fang Ziye may become a skilled hand surgeon after graduating with his doctorate and start performing hand surgeries directly. A few years later, he could rise to prominence just like his junior colleague.

It's worth noting that in the hand surgery training room, a person like Fang Ziye who has reached the level of vascular suturing is considered to be meeting the standards for passing the hand surgery training.

Vascular suturing is a basic specialty skill, and the qualification requirements are slightly lower than those for basic medical suturing skills. This level of skill is even more impressive than that of an attending physician like Yang Wenzheng.

That proves that if Fang Ziye were to pursue hand surgery, how many years of shortcuts would he have taken?

The orthopedic clinic rooms are fixed; only the names and titles of the doctors who see patients each day are different.

When Li Qi walked over, the triage nurse paused for a moment before quickly letting Li Qi into the waiting area.

"Hey, why did you let him in? Was he cutting in line?"

"This is Professor Li from our hospital's hand surgery department. What are you doing cutting in line? He's probably here to see someone; he's definitely not here to see a doctor," the triage nurse explained with a smile.

Then he turned around and said, "Professor, Dr. Zhu Quanlin is in clinic 343 today."

"Where's Yuan Weihong?" Li Qi asked, turning around.

He genuinely didn't know which consultation room Yuan Weihong was in. After all, he didn't work in the outpatient clinic with Yuan Weihong every day, and Yuan Weihong was his junior, so he hadn't paid much attention to him.

"Brother Wei is in clinic 339," the triage nurse said, as if reciting a familiar story.

Li Qi then walked towards consultation room 339.

At this moment, Li Qi saw that there was no one outside, but he could hear sounds coming from inside. He was very curious about what was happening inside.

"What are you looking at? Don't be so unconvinced. Don't think that just because you did well in the re-examination, you can do whatever you want."

"Let me tell you, Jie Han, the preliminary exam results don't mean anything. Your senior brother was last in the re-examination, so what? He's doing very well now, isn't he?"

"You need to focus on the important topics and not go around in circles on irrelevant or irrelevant things, understand?"

"If you can't even find the right point when you're thinking about things, you should go work in a hand surgery department. See what you'll do when you can't find the right point when you're suturing."

Just as Yuan Weihong finished his reprimand, Li Qi, who was already in a bad mood, pushed open the door and squeezed in.

"Yuan Weihong, what are you saying?"

Yuan Weihong and Jie Han stopped abruptly when they heard someone barge in. Yuan Weihong was sitting in front of the computer with his legs crossed, while Jie Han stood straight, turned his head to look back, and squinted at Li Qi.

"Brother Qi, I was telling my students that hand surgery is pretty good." Yuan Weihong immediately shuddered.

Why are you so unlucky?

"Go outside for a moment, I need to speak with your master." Li Qi pointed to Jie Han.

Jie Han felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He immediately nodded slightly to Li Qi and actually pushed open the door and walked out.

Yuan Weihong was completely stunned. This unlucky kid, didn't you know how to support your master?!

"Brother Qi!" Yuan Weihong said with a big smile.

Li Qi is more senior than him. When Yuan Weihong was just starting his doctoral studies, Li Qi was already hospitalized and has now become an associate professor, more senior than Professor Liu Huanglong, who once left Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

But now, things are different. Not to mention Associate Professor Li Qi, even Professor Zhou Ziyu, the group leader of Associate Professor Li Qi, does not dare to act arrogantly when facing Liu Huanglong, his former classmate.

Because Liu Huanglong is truly amazing. If you try to gain the upper hand verbally, you can definitely do so, but he can use his professional skills to slap you in the face.

At 36 years old, Zheng Gao is a leading figure among the younger generation of hand surgeons nationwide. His professional skills are on par with those of renowned professors of the older generation!

This is not a joke.

As for Yuan Weihong, he is still just a younger brother in front of Li Qi.

Yuan Weihong stood up on his own initiative, and Li Qi slapped his butt twice without any politeness: "I'll teach you to talk nonsense, I'll teach you to talk nonsense, I'll fuck you."

"How about we apologize to our hand surgery department?"

"For example, letting your students come here as hostages or something."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong immediately stiffened, then "enthusiastically" stuck his butt out slightly: "Brother Qi, how about you do a few more? Be gentle?"

How could Yuan Weihong bear to part with it?
Li Qi waved his hand and sat down on the stool opposite him: "Wei Hong, actually let me tell you, Zi Ye would definitely have a better future in our hand surgery department than in trauma surgery."

Yuan Weihong's expression turned slightly serious at this moment: "Brother Qi, but I have thought about it carefully. If we only consider the advantages of subspecialty, there is a limit to the potential of hand surgery."

Li Qi was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and then he couldn't say a word.

Because what Yuan Weihong said was the truth.

Even the most advanced techniques in hand surgery are merely building upon the work of predecessors, taking a slight leap forward. But the potential of trauma surgery is limitless.

Seeing that he had been completely outmaneuvered by Yuan Weihong's words, Li Qi angrily slapped him a few more times before he felt better.

"Alright, that's enough of my role as a persuader."

"I'm so regretful! Why didn't I insist on bringing Ziye over? You got a free ride!" Li Qi complained bitterly.

That year, Li Qi chose the master's program that ranked second to last in the re-examination. Yuan Weihong came in last.

Yuan Weihong said with a wronged look, "Brother Qi, we brothers have already suffered enough. You guys are just eating what's left over."

He clenched his fists, his face full of smugness.

"Ouch, ouch!"

Yuan Weihong took two more solid blows before Li Qi finally left the clinic.

Yuan Weihong casually swayed his hips and did some chest-expanding exercises, feeling exceptionally comfortable and relaxed.

He murmured to himself, "Ziye's professional skills are really good. Without me even realizing it, he has already skipped some stages of hand surgery."

"However, he is one of my men."

Jie Han returned and went into his office.

Then it was Yuan Weihong's turn to start hitting people. This rebellious disciple really doesn't know how to read the room. He clearly knew someone was coming to cause trouble, and he went out when told to. If Jie Han hadn't left, he probably wouldn't have had to lose face like that...

Naturally, the news that Yuan Weihong had been "beaten" by Li Qi was relayed back to the department by Zhu Quanlin, the attending physician in the hand surgery department.

It became a laughing stock.

But as soon as this joke was told, the professors in hand surgery immediately understood that Yuan Weihong was absolutely unwilling to let him go; his beloved student had to stay in trauma surgery.

There's nothing we can do about it. In the master-disciple lineage, it's not about whoever is better or more advantageous and who has to take their place. It's about first come, first served.

Never again entertain the idea of ​​poaching someone's talent.

That evening, Yuan Weihong bought a large amount of KFC and drinks in the department, and the four members of his junior group had a small meal together.

Lan Tianluo was also specifically called back from the training room.

After Fang Ziye finished eating, he said, "Master, I'm going out to submit my thesis tomorrow. Could you please explain the department's situation to me?"

“I haven’t dared to go directly to Professor Deng to explain the situation lately.”

"Yes, you can just tell the chief resident, Jin Hongzhou."

"Need any help running errands? These two junior brothers are both available." Yuan Weihong pointed to Lan Tianluo and Jie Han, clearly considering them as his own people.

“Master, no need. I’ll have to make the trip to Shashi anyway. I’ll have to endure that myself.” Fang Ziye shook his head and then said, “Junior brother, you and Tianluo should review the provincial-level research proposals again. Make sure to send the relevant materials to your master in the next two days so that your master can submit them.”

"If Tianluo is also to be included in the science next year, our research group's funding will become increasingly tight."

"Really? How come I didn't know?" Yuan Weihong was quite arrogant at this moment.

How could our group possibly be short of money?

"Master, you can never have too much, can you?" Fang Ziye said with a careful smile, giving his teacher plenty of face.

"Mmm, mmm, you're a quick learner. You haven't let me down, even though I got a good spanking for you." Yuan Weihong said smugly.

(End of this chapter)