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Chapter 24 Breakthrough in Wound Cleansing Technique (Please add to your favorites and continue reading)
"When did you order your coffee?" At 1:20 p.m., Fang Ziye made an excuse to go out and came back with two cups of Luckin Coffee, which surprised Yuan Weihong.

"Master, don't you like this flavor? Shall we switch?" Fang Ziye pushed his coffee towards the other side.

Yuan Weihong narrowed his eyes, poked the lid open with a straw, and joked, "Your kind of extravagance will make my allowance insufficient."

Fang Ziye smiled and said, "Master, then I'll treat you to meals often from now on?"

Recently, his family has been providing a lot of financial support, increasing his monthly food allowance to two thousand yuan. Naturally, Fang Ziye will be a little more generous with his spending.

"So you want to be my superior?" Yuan Weihong looked at the back of Fang Ziye's head, but found no sign of rebellion.

Fang Ziye immediately deflated.

However, the good thing about this cup of coffee was that Fang Ziye saw ten outpatients and ten follow-up patients in the afternoon.

In this way, even a small mosquito is still meat, and Fang Ziye's knowledge points broke through the 18 mark in one go. With the 2 knowledge points from yesterday, he was only a fraction of a point away from upgrading his wound cleaning technique.

The outpatient clinic is closed.

Yuan Weihong asked politely, "Would it be convenient for us to have dinner together later?"

The correct answer is always to be convenient. If you've helped the teacher show off, you should give the teacher a chance to shine.

But Fang Ziye declined for the time being.

“Master, some time ago, Junior Sister Luo gave me a lot of guidance, which complemented your secret techniques. I feel I have gained a lot and would like to digest it properly?”

"Why don't you save this opportunity for your master and treat my junior brother and me to an even bigger meal?" Fang Ziye twisted his white coat in both hands, but didn't move his hands.

Yuan Weihong specifically asked Fang Ziye if it was convenient for him, just to make sure Fang Ziye was in a "special period". Otherwise, why would a teacher ask if it was convenient for him to have dinner?

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong's expression changed drastically: "You?"

49.9/50!

Looking at the progress of the wound cleaning, Fang Ziye smiled slyly and suggested, "Master, why don't you go eat first? When we come back from dinner, my junior brother and I will bring you a Mid-Autumn Festival gift."

A difference of 0.1 points in knowledge.

Soaking in the practice room for an hour or two is enough; Fang Ziye has already overcome his toughness.

Yuan Weihong immediately turned on the throttle of the electric scooter and said, "I'll go back and change the vehicle first. After you put down your white coat, go back to the practice room and wait for me."

"Please wait for me!"

Less than fifteen days after the last Teacher's Day gift, Fang Ziye's professional skills have once again achieved a breakthrough.

This time, as a teacher, Yuan Weihong felt it was essential to be by his side and witness his students' growth firsthand.

Fang Ziye nodded: "Yes, Master."

Fang Ziye did not find Yuan Weihong's actions particularly surprising.

The opportunity to study comes from the training room; in the entire orthopedics department, it takes one or two years to produce a single person who does so.

In the entire Department of Surgery, very few people are able to complete their medical leave each year.

Surgery is a highly operational skill, and operational skills are among the most difficult to fake. How could Yuan Weihong not value it?

After putting down his white coat, Fang Ziye spent some time in the ward, but unfortunately, he didn't get anything out of it. So he had no choice but to obediently return to the training room and buy sixteen silver dollars worth of soft tofu downstairs in the skills training room to slowly figure things out.

When Yuan Weihong arrived, it was already close to eight o'clock. As it was getting late, people in the practice room had already gone home one after another, and there weren't many people left in the practice room.

But Yuan Weihong saw that his two students were working diligently there the whole time.

Among them, Jie Han is still practicing his knife control technique when cutting tofu.

Fang Ziye, on the other hand, was carefully thinning a quarter of a tofu block. It was a cursive "shi" character, with the radicals replaced by traditional characters, otherwise it would be difficult to form a complete shape.

Carving three-dimensional characters requires extremely precise control over the scalpel. When Yuan Weihong arrived, the character "师" (teacher) was already half-formed, but the radicals were still only in shape and had not yet been hollowed out.

Fang Ziye carefully took a breath, and after slowly fixing the outer frame of the character "口" with a scalpel, he slowly carved and scooped out the tofu inside the frame little by little.

This simulates specific lesions and the periphery of fixed lesions, requiring very strict control over the debridement area, distance, and shape, in conjunction with clinical practice.

Fang Ziye looked up at the teacher. Yuan Weihong pulled his mask up and walked closer with his hands behind his back: "You can each do your own thing, there's no need to be distracted." "The first principle on the operating table is that the surgery is the priority and the surgeon is the master."

Fang Ziye continued to concentrate intently.

A dozen minutes later, Fang Ziye sighed softly.

Looking at the character "师" (teacher) that I had carved, I realized that the last step was the hardest. The final touch was not quite right. The character did not collapse, but it was slightly crooked. However, if we only consider the completion of the character, it can be considered a success.

However, one must be extremely careful during debridement, especially when debridement of lesions and adhesions around nerves, where even the slightest mistake can lead to disastrous consequences.

However, after completing this carving, the knowledge points gained through practice suddenly increased by 0.1!

It filled the last gap perfectly.

"Master, I'll try again." Fang Ziye pursed his lips and stood up.

"Hmm! No rush." ​​Yuan Weihong knew that Fang Ziye had truly reached a critical juncture, the final step. If he couldn't grasp the principles of the wound-clearing technique's carving, he would struggle to succeed, but it would be soon.

This time, Fang Ziye changed one character, using the simplified form of the character "节".

For Fang Ziye, sculpting the exterior is a smooth and effortless process, no longer a challenge.

After the frame is quickly formed, all that's left is to carve out and polish the strokes of the lettering.

This time, Yuan Weihong saw that Fang Ziye seemed to have suddenly broken through some kind of barrier, and his operation was a little smoother than before. Especially when carving hollow structures, his control over details was more skillful, showing a seasoned and experienced style.

Although Yuan Weihong was startled, he did not make a sound to disturb him.

Twenty minutes later, Fang Ziye's handwriting had been reduced to just the grass radical of the simplified Chinese character for "section".

This time, Fang Ziye was confident in his strokes. After cutting off the bottom line of the outer frame with one stroke, he cut off the middle without any hesitation.

One stroke at a time, one blob at a time, little by little.

Finally, at 8:51 p.m., Fang Ziye produced a character that looked quite dignified, or at least relatively normal.

There is no concept of calligraphy; it is simply a set of standard characters.

Even so, Yuan Weihong and his junior brother Jie Han, who had stopped operating and was waiting for Fang Ziye, both breathed a sigh of relief.

Jie Han lightly tapped the table with his fist to express his excitement and whispered, "Senior brother, you're awesome."

Yuan Weihong's mood instantly improved, and he quickly asked, "Are you sure it's just Tai, not the sun?"

Upon hearing this, Jie Han and Fang Ziye turned their heads sharply, their expressions conflicted.

Master, shouldn't this be a time for the three of us to have a good time? Why did you suddenly weld the car door shut?

Yuan Weihong turned around, humming, "They seem like a perfect couple, but this shouldn't be happening in this era."

"But who can escape the sorrows of the world!"

"A colorful world, with mandarin ducks and butterflies."

The Yuan opera performance was accompanied by exaggerated hand gestures and a duck-like gait, with each movement followed by a pause, as if the performer was about to leave the training room to conquer the entire country.

You could tell he was pleased.

However, Yuan Weihong's smugness didn't last ten seconds. He probably squinted as he went out, and in his excitement, he hit someone in the stomach with a loud thud.

He paused, then opened his eyes.

A cold voice reached his ears, coming from Deng Yong: "Little Honghong, you seem to be in a pretty good mood."

Yuan Weihong froze for a moment, then immediately stood at attention and quickly put on a fawning smile: "Professor Deng, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

"Come with me for a moment..."

Yuan Weihong followed Professor Deng Yong, who had turned around, looking dejected, like a child. After all, he had just punched his superior, and with considerable force...

"Junior brother, don't get too cocky." Fang Ziye learned from his master's words and deeds.

(End of this chapter)