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Chapter 388 Shocking! (8k-word chapter, please subscribe)

"Ziye, wake up! Today's surgery is going to take a long time." At 7 a.m. on May 6th, Master Yuan Weihong stepped into the ward, pushed open the door to the chief inpatient office, and began to rub his own receding hairline!
Yuan Weihong's hairline is even higher than it was two years ago.

Fang Ziye wasn't asleep; he was sitting on the single bed, pressing tissues against his eye sockets with his index fingers. He pushed out two clumps of eye boogers.

"Master, I'm alright. I slept for three hours."

"Why are you here so early?" Fang Ziye sat up abruptly, took his neatly folded coat off the chair and onto the bed, then moved the chair to Yuan Weihong.

The weather in May is unpredictable, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, so it's good to have a jacket on hand when you're on duty.

"I told you to let Qin Geluo cover for you for two days, but you insisted on being stubborn. We can't be careless with today's surgery. This is the first time our team has collaborated on this type of procedure."

"For this reason, Professor Liu Huanglong lowered his status and joined our group as a professor. Furthermore, Professor Deng specially invited Professor Xu Long, a giant in anesthesiology, from Xiangya Hospital to facilitate better anesthesia during your surgery..."

"If the surgery goes wrong, how can you face Professor Deng Yong's arrangements?" After sitting down, Yuan Weihong took out his phone, opened WeChat and sent a message: "Send two boxes of hot dry noodles to the trauma surgery department. Be quick, don't let them clump together."

Fang Ziye was scrubbing his face with facial cleanser on the sink, turning around with white foam on his face: "Master, I didn't tell you, Professor Xu Long came here actually...?"

Fang Ziye's mind was a little confused, mainly because there were too many things to deal with in the past few days.

Needless to say, there are emergency rooms and urgent consultations. With the arrival of a new month in May, there will be a new round of ward doctor arrangements, resident physicians' on-call duties, and first-year master's students needing to take leave to take the medical licensing exam.

The third-year master's students are starting to graduate. For example, Shu Lang and others have also taken a 'long leave' this month. If there are no unexpected events, they will leave Zhongnan Hospital for a very long time to come, just like their senior brothers Sun Shaoqing and Gu Yi.

There are also new interns to be arranged.

The above is purely for teaching purposes.

During the hospital stay, Fang Ziye is also responsible for overseeing the archiving of all medical records. He needs to pay special attention to the archiving time, especially during long holidays. If the archiving is overdue, he will not only be criticized in a notice, but the department's performance bonus will also be deducted.

Furthermore, during holidays, Fang Ziye occasionally had to step in to appease emergency inpatients in the department who couldn't wait for surgery. Only superiors could manage these patients; ordinary junior doctors couldn't.

After ordering, Yuan Weihong shook his upper arms from side to side and laughed, "Ziye, you already said that, but Professor Deng said to just push this matter to him."

“Even if this is just a rehearsal, we need to make this a reality. It will be much easier for Professor Deng to communicate with Director Zeng of the Anesthesiology Department.”

“You should know that Director Zeng had told us several times before that if there were any new clinical research projects, we must inform him. You have rashly invited a fierce tiger to stand in the way.”

"It's quite a bit like he's looking down on the anesthesiology department." Yuan Weihong's act was so convincingly faked.

Fang Ziye was relieved and continued rubbing his face, making a continuous "beep beep beep beep, beep beep beep" sound.

After rinsing his face again, Fang Ziye wiped the water off his face with a washcloth: "Master, didn't you apply for the job this year? Are there any restrictions?"

"Well... I'm currently an associate professor, and in principle, I can only have two projects. I can only apply for a general project after the previous one is completed."

"What's wrong? You've only been quiet for a year, and now you're thinking of messing with my money again?" Yuan Weihong's eyes were filled with caution.

Just kidding, even Professor Deng Yong couldn't feed Fang Ziye. Last year, he didn't care about saving face and wore out his shoes, but he still couldn't feed him.

If you give Fang Ziye enough research funding, he can spend all ten million of it.

"Ziye, you don't need to learn what I did back then." Yuan Weihong's voice was full of doting affection.

Now that Fang Ziye has grown up, Yuan Weihong can no longer provide professional guidance, failing to fulfill his duty as a mentor.

The only thing we could offer Fang Ziye was to try our best to get some research funding and then feed him.

In the field of scientific research, money is everything.

Yuan Weihong still wants to be his mentor.

"No, Master, what I mean is, has anyone taken any of the follow-up information from our research project?" Fang Ziye sat on the bed opposite Yuan Weihong, looking at Yuan Weihong with clear eyes.

Yuan Weihong looks both younger and older than he did two years ago.

Yuan Weihong's outstanding young scientist project is about the follow-up of osteosarcoma + HK2. The reason he was able to get this big project is mainly because Fang Ziye conducted experiments in animal experiments on the survival of HK2 after silencing, and published the results.

The reason why Yuan Weihong was able to obtain the Excellent Young Scientists Fund was that Fang Ziye, as the first author, passively gave Yuan Weihong several more high-scoring papers.

Yuan Weihong instantly felt enlightened: "The Excellent Young Scientists Fund is no joke. The research proposals also need to be checked for plagiarism. The strictness of the review process is no less than that of publishing a paper."

“Nowadays, in most teams, no one dares to bypass me to work on the HK2 project. Even if they get the application, it might prevent me from completing the project and only bring me trouble. Who would be so foolish as to do that…”

"When a project is completed, research results cannot be borrowed from other teams."

Yuan Weihong's words carried a hint of academic strife.

Then, Yuan Weihong asked, "Ziye, have you decided on the research topic you want to apply for next year?"

"Now you should be feeling overwhelmed, right? You should understand the necessity of a team, right?"

Fang Ziye nodded, then nodded again, and nodded once more, then sighed: "Sometimes I wish I could split myself into eight pieces. There are so many things I could do: clinical research, basic research, animal experiments..."

"The problem is that we simply don't have enough time and energy."

If Fang Ziye wants to get into a laboratory, basic research, or animal testing, he can go all out.

But there are priorities in business.

Fang Ziye is, after all, destined to be a doctor, and clinical practice is of paramount importance.

It's not that scientific research is bad, but rather that scientific research must serve clinical practice.

"Well, so you need to start learning to work independently and recruit some students to help you. That way you can put some things aside and focus on something more important."

"Otherwise, if you have to personally go to the front line and take charge of everything, like you did last year, you'll really be exhausted."

"As far as I know, there are a few minor projects that you can carry out in clinical practice, one of which is the 'new hemostasis technique' theory in vascular surgery. Professor Deng Haibo of vascular surgery has contacted Professor Deng Yong."

"Secondly, limb salvage and functional reconstruction surgery for patients with limb injuries."

"The third one, the anesthesiology department..."

When Yuan Weihong got to this point, he became suspicious: "How did you train your piercing technique? It's so incredible that you can go wherever you want."

"You're cheating, aren't you...?"

Fang Ziye was instinctively startled, but quickly realized his master was joking, and playfully asked, "Master, do you think it's possible that my cheat code is actually my talent?"

Yuan Weihong lightly kicked Fang Ziye: "You're getting cocky now, aren't you?"

"Dong dong dong."

A knock sounded on the door; it was the hot dry noodles Yuan Weihong had ordered.

After collecting the meals, I opened the lunchboxes, and steaming white vapor rose from them.

Even Fang Ziye's stomach started rumbling.

"Master, don't worry about getting fat, start eating..." This time, Fang Ziye ate hot dry noodles slowly and deliberately.

There's no other reason than that Qin Geluo will temporarily take over his chief ward's duties today.

Yuan Weihong continued stirring with chopsticks.

Although the packaged hot dry noodles are already stirred, they seem to lose their soul if you don't stir them a few times before eating them.

It's like a man doesn't feel like he's ever been to the toilet if he doesn't shake a few times after using it; it's become an instinct.

“Master, I recently bought a few more bottles of wine to offer you as a token of my respect, and also to sort out Brother Luo’s connections.”

"I'm really having a lot of trouble as the chief resident. Every now and then, I have to let Brother Luo go back to his chief resident career. I feel so guilty," Fang Ziye said, turning his head.

Yuan Weihong received his share of the money, and Fang Ziye received a large sum.

After taking two big bites, Yuan Weihong chewed and swallowed: "Why don't you give the portion you gave me to Gro too? You, the chief resident, are really a bit of a headache for your superiors, even more of a superior than your superiors themselves."

"Put yourself in Qin Geluo's shoes, I would definitely have taken physical action against you."

Fang Ziye then teased, "Master, if you were Brother Luo, you wouldn't actually take action, would you?"

Seeing Yuan Weihong's expression turn sour, Fang Ziye immediately regained his composure: "I have the Immortal Peach of my sect protecting me!"

In one sentence, Yuan Weihong's teacher's authority was elevated to the highest heavens.

Yuan Weihong laughed.

……

During the shift handover, Fang Ziye was in a state of gradual mental blankness, his mind solely focused on the functional reconstruction surgery that was about to take place.

This morning, Yuan Weihong had spoken with the operating room staff at least five times to confirm that all preliminary preparations were in place.

The young patient named Yan Chu has been wheeled into the operating room, ready to be anesthetized at any time.

I heard that Professor Xu Long from Xiangya Hospital has also arrived at the Department of Anesthesiology and is currently discussing preoperative anesthesia methods.

After the on-duty doctor and on-duty nurse finished their shift handover.

Professor Han Yuanxiao said confidently, "Today, I have some good news to share with everyone: one of our outstanding alumni from Zhongnan Hospital has returned to our big family once again..."

After Han Yuanxiao finished speaking, he took the lead in clapping.

Professor Deng Yong and others immediately burst into applause.

Liu Huanglong clapped along, took a few steps forward, and bowed slightly: "Hello, teachers. My name is Liu Huanglong. I hope you will take good care of me in the future."

"Teacher Han, Teacher Deng, Teacher Dong..."

Then, Professor Han Yuanxiao introduced: "I don't need to go into detail about Liu Huanglong's resume, do I? You are all orthopedic students, and you happen to be students at a top-tier hospital in Wuhan. You must have heard about this most famous professor from another school for a long time, right?"

"Professor Liu's tentative arrangement is to work in a group with Professor Deng. Depending on the situation, we will have many more important tasks to entrust to him later."

"In addition, Professor Liu's teaching level, operational ability and scientific research level are top-notch in the country. Currently, Professor Liu is the first senior professional under the age of 40 in our hospital's orthopedics department, and the first outstanding young person under the age of 40 in our hospital's orthopedics department."

"In the future, if you have any questions, whether it's about scientific research, clinical practice, or anything else, you can write them down and ask Professor Liu for advice!"

The applause erupted again and lasted for a full thirty seconds before slowly subsiding.

Deng Yong's smile was radiant, and his back teeth were almost showing.

Fang Ziye paid the most attention to his master, Yuan Weihong, whose gaze toward Liu Huanglong was filled with complex emotions.

There was envy, jealousy, admiration, helplessness, and motivation.

His eyes seemed to speak thousands of words, yet they also seemed devoid of any emotion...

Fang Ziye also realized that his master, Yuan Weihong, was under pressure.

Liu Huanglong is only one year older than him, and Yuan Weihong will have to catch up to him in at least five years to achieve what he has now.

Liu Huanglong has risen through the ranks by leaps and bounds, and his current level of accumulation is unmatched by Yuan Weihong.

People who are one year apart in age are considered to be of the same age, but people of the same age can have very different fates.

This left Yuan Weihong, who had always been an outstanding young representative of trauma surgery, feeling uneasy.

After the applause subsided, everyone's smiles blossomed into a sunflower!
Han Yuanxiao said, "Professor Deng, I'll leave Professor Liu to you for now. I hope that your teams can spark new ideas and complement each other to reach new heights."

"This will allow the trauma surgery department of Zhongnan Hospital to reach new heights!"

"Director Han, you're putting a bit too much pressure on me!" Liu Huanglong replied, then found a seat and sat down.

This seat was specially reserved for Liu Huanglong, right next to Professor Dong Yaohui. Liu Huanglong is a full professor and deserves this treatment.

"I believe Professor Liu and Professor Deng can do it!"

Once the topic came up, the atmosphere in the department became cheerful and harmonious.

Just as Han Yuanxiao was about to continue,

Professor Dong Yaohui, who had been silent, delivered a bombshell: "Director Han, I'll retire after this month!"

"The hospital approached me to discuss renewing my contract and rehiring me, but after thinking about it for a long time, I still prefer to go to Mr. Zheng's place, go fishing, go hiking, and occasionally stretch my muscles."

"So please help me refuse the re-hiring offer as well."

"I have already discussed this with my own students."

Dong Yaohui's words immediately made Deng Yong stand up, gripping the table tightly with both hands, and blurt out, "Master..."

Deng Yong's reaction clearly showed that he was somewhat on the defensive on the spot.

Deng Yong had two mentors: Professor Li Guohua and Professor Dong Yaohui.

Li Guohua has been retired for a long time, and now even the practice room is gone. If Dong Yaohui leaves, then Deng Yong will be completely without a master in the hospital.

Dong Yaohui interrupted Deng Yong, saying, "Don't speak. I'm asking for Director Han's opinion!" Dong Yaohui's words drew everyone's attention to Han Yuanxiao.

Han Yuanxiao's expression suddenly became very tense, one could say he was under immense pressure.

Professors at Zhongnan Hospital are often rehired around the age of 65 after retirement, when they officially step down and then become active in outpatient clinics or practice rooms.

The re-employment contract is signed annually.

Dong Yaohui's refusal to renew his contract has led many outsiders to speculate that Han Yuanxiao has hired Professor Liu Huanglong, a top expert from the School of Foreign Languages, to force Professor Dong Yaohui to step down.

"Teacher Dong, do you have any thoughts or considerations regarding this?"

"If you had any guidance, you should have given it to us young people long ago!" Han Yuanxiao's lips trembled slightly, and his eyes blinked rapidly.

If such speculation is confirmed, Han Yuanxiao's path will have come to an end, so now we must be even more cautious in handling this matter.

Dong Yaohui shook his head slightly, looking energetic with his black hair and eyebrows: "I don't have any other thoughts, I just miss Brother Zheng a little."

"Professor Zheng and I are practically from the same hometown, both from Yishi. Although Yishi is not a good place for development, it is a good place to live."

"Old Zheng now works at a small hospital, three days a week, from 8 am to 12 pm. The rest of his time is spent fishing, running, hiking, and planting flowers..."

"Like fallen leaves returning to their roots, after a lifetime of wandering, one eventually longs for home."

“You don’t need to have any other thoughts. Everyone has a place to settle down in this life. I don’t want to keep running around like this. I’m thinking that when I get old, I can take a break for a while. Maybe it’ll be a year or two, maybe three or five years, or maybe I’ll stay in Yishi forever…”

Professor Dong Yaohui's sudden speech silenced the entire office!

A string in my heart seemed to be inexplicably touched.

Fallen leaves return to their roots.

Everyone has their own choices. Some retired professors feel uncomfortable after retirement, feeling that they have no place to stand and are idle and useless.

Some older professors, on the other hand, enjoy life by traveling around.

But Professor Dong Yaohui seemed to have only one obsession: he missed home...

"Han Yuanxiao, you can continue... I'm informing you, not discussing it with you."

"Deng Yong, sit down! You have no manners."

"Continue with the shift handover. That's settled then. Although I'm no longer the director and won't interfere in departmental matters, I'm still free to make my own choices," Dong Yaohui said sternly.

This caused Deng Yong to instinctively slump into the chair!
If Fang Ziye and others thought that Professor Dong Yaohui was a kind and venerable old man, then Deng Yong had witnessed the most spirited and serious period of Dong Yaohui's life.

That was in the 1980s and 90s, when the social atmosphere wasn't as good as it is now. Back then, Dong Yaohui was able to keep the incidence of limb medical disputes in orthopedics low.

Han Yuanxiao and Deng Yong still dared not speak, while Liu Huanglong's eyes were etched with deep crow's feet.

"Since there's nothing else to say, let's start the ward rounds. Deng Yong has surgery today, and Director Han, you still have to go to the outpatient clinic later. I also need to start finishing up with the patients under my care one by one."

“No more patients will be admitted this month.” Dong Yaohui stood up first, and for the last time took the initiative to 'skip the chain of command' to give the order to end the shift. Then, he led his group of people out of the office to make rounds.

After Dong Yaohui left, Professor Han Yuanxiao shook his head a few times and subconsciously looked at Deng Yong: "Professor Deng, what's this?"

"Did Teacher Dong discuss this with you beforehand?"

Han Yuanxiao has been focusing on Liu Huanglong's onboarding recently and has paid little attention to Professor Dong Yaohui's movements.

Deng Yong gripped the chair with both hands in a tiger-claw shape, his tone somewhat arrogant: "Han Yuanxiao, did you think I would have known about this beforehand?"

Han Yuanxiao knew from Deng Yong's loss of composure that this matter was beyond Deng Yong's expectations.

But Dong Yaohui's actions might cause Liu Huanglong to have some objections.

Then he looked at Liu Huanglong, who was even more confused and at a loss.

He only came to Zhongnan Hospital; he didn't ask Professor Dong Yaohui to give up his position as the group leader professor to him.

Liu Huanglong's expression remained calm: "Director Han, I personally haven't made any requests! I didn't come here to lead a team. If I wanted to lead a team, I would have gone to the hand surgery department."

Liu Huanglong placed his hands flat on the table in front of him, his eyes flashing rapidly.

“If Professor Dong refuses to be rehired, then our department will truly only have the younger generation left.” Han Yuanxiao sighed, looking towards the door, his eyes narrowed into slits.

……

About three or four minutes later, the people in the shift handover room gradually calmed down.

Deng Yong and Liu Huanglong led the team out of the doctor's office and headed towards the wards for rounds.

Qin Geluo then took the initiative to ask Fang Ziye for the chief resident's old-fashioned cell phone, saying as they walked, "Ziye, I'll cover your shift today. I won't be going down to the operating room later. If Professor Deng mentions me, be sure to tell him where I am."

Dong Yaohui was Deng Yong's mentor. Now that Dong Yaohui is refusing to renew his contract and leaving Zhongnan University, Deng Yong must be the one who is most upset.

Fang Ziye nodded.

The two then continued with the group.

During rounds, Fang Ziye paid special attention to Deng Yong's expression and found that Deng Yong quickly recovered, smiling at patients, speaking softly but with the demeanor of a professor, and walking slowly and deliberately.

He interacts with patients with a smile and a gentle demeanor, much like a very refined professor, polite and well-mannered.

This state continued until the ward rounds ended.

After leaving the ward, Deng Yong said calmly, "Yuan Weihong, take your men down to the operating room first. Once you've completed the pre-operative preparations, call me."

Yuan Weihong nodded and said okay, then patted Fang Ziye on the shoulder and said: "Others should handle the medical orders and dressing changes for their assigned beds in a timely manner."

"Yan Zhiming, Li Yuanpei, and Fang Ziye, come with me to the operating room. This afternoon, you will be responsible for monitoring the medical record writing and doctor's orders within the monitoring team!"

"Professor Liu, let's go to the office and rest for a while," Deng Yong politely invited Liu Huanglong.

How clever was Liu Huanglong? He immediately shook his head and refused: "Professor Deng, I'm new here and I can't even find the way to the operating room. Besides, I'm not familiar with the patients' medical history and records. I'd better go down to the operating room first to do my homework."

"Alright, Professor Liu, you've worked hard. I'll go take a rest first; it's a bad habit of mine that's been bothering me for years." Deng Yong gestured with his fingers as he went to smoke.

After all the arrangements were made, Deng Yong quickly went to his office, closed and locked the door to the chief executive's office, and hurriedly took out a cigarette as soon as he entered.

The lighter fell first, and as I bent down to pick it up, my trembling mouth couldn't hold the cigarette, and it fell again.

Deng Yong originally wanted to pick it up, but once he did, it seemed a bit awkward to put it in his mouth again.

Then, Deng Yong picked it up and threw it into the trash can. After taking a few deep breaths, he sat down on the leather sofa chair, slumped down in a relaxed manner, and slowly lit a cigarette in his hand.

As the firework took a deep breath, the flames brightened slightly, emitting a soft crackling sound as it burned.

After smoking one cigarette, Deng Yong stubbed it out in the ashtray, and then lit another one.

After repeating this three times, Deng Yong finally sat up straight and murmured softly like a child, "I won't be able to see my master in the ward anymore. I'll be all alone here from now on..."

Deng Yong recalled all his past experiences at Zhongnan Hospital. All the emotions and images were churned up by the needles he was given while holding his face in his hands.

After rubbing for a while, Deng Yong finally withdrew his hands, revealing the mole on the corner of his mouth. It was as if he, nearing fifty, had matured once more; his eyes began to sharpen. "From now on, I'll have to learn to be more low-key..."

After Deng Yong finished speaking, he lit the fourth one.

……

In the operating room.

Professor Zeng Quanming's eyes widened as he looked at the mole on Professor Xu Long's right eyebrow, then at Professor Xu Long chatting happily with one of the trauma surgery team members. He thought of the absurd possibility: "Professor Xu, the capable assistant you mentioned, could it be..."

"Dr. Fang from the trauma surgery department, right?"

Zeng Quanming carefully examined the young man next to Xu Long and recognized him as Fang Ziye, the boyfriend of Luo Tingzhu, his recently admitted interdisciplinary doctoral student.

Xu Long smiled and said, "Director Zeng, you were absolutely right. It's him."

“I met Professor Deng Yong once before, and I never expected that Dr. Fang from the trauma surgery department would be so skilled in puncture procedures,” Xu Long said without hesitation.

Xu Long's visit to Zhongnan Hospital was somewhat of a challenge, albeit with an illegitimate purpose, so he needed an excuse.

After discussing it privately, Deng Yong and Xu Long, two old foxes, hit it off immediately.

Xu Long now had a reason to come, and Deng Yong also had a capable assistant.

Before Zeng Quanming could speak, Luo Tingzhu, who was standing next to him, almost opened her bright eyes wide, looking at Fang Ziye and Xu Long in disbelief.

Various possibilities quickly flashed through my mind.

Ultimately, Luo Tingzhu still couldn't understand why Fang Ziye was able to win Professor Xu Long's favor in puncture techniques.

"Professor Zeng, Zhongnan Hospital has no written regulations stating that surgeons cannot perform puncture procedures, right?" Xu Long asked.

Xu Long did not mention the word "anesthesia," as anesthesia is the specialty of the anesthesiology department.

However, puncture is a procedure that surgeons can routinely perform, especially in the subspecialties of orthopedics and sports medicine, where puncture is a crucial basic skill.

Zeng Quanming gripped his scalp tightly with his right hand, almost piercing his floral hat with his fingernails: "There is no such rule."

Xu Long was relieved: "It's good that there's no such rule!"

Then he looked at Fang Ziye and said, "Dr. Fang, you take care of the puncture, and I'll take care of the anesthesia. Our division of labor is clear and straightforward."

Fang Ziye nodded slightly: "Okay, Professor Xu."

Xu Long disassembled the block anesthesia.

Fang Ziye completed the puncture localization, which was just the puncture procedure. He then administered the medication, which was an anesthesia technique.

Just as Fang Ziye was about to say something more, he noticed a familiar fragrance wafting from beside him: "When did you start practicing piercing techniques? And how did you manage to gain Professor Xu Long's favor? Did Lan Tianlu betray me?"

Luo Tingzhu's eyes were bright and her expression was serious.

"It was an accident; you can ask your master about it later."

"As for piercing techniques, I haven't practiced them much, but it seems to be enough." Fang Ziye didn't dare to mention the things he had messed up before.

Otherwise, Luo Tingzhu might get angry.

The surprise she had painstakingly prepared for herself was ruined by Fang Ziye. Then Fang Ziye gave her a surprise in the same way but in a different way. How could she not be angry?
"Take a look and give me some feedback," Fang Ziye replied.

He then approached Xu Long's side and whispered, "Professor Xu, this little girl is under eighteen years old and not yet an adult. If we don't anesthetize her motor function during the operation, what if she doesn't cooperate and it affects our surgery, causing unexpected harm?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Long said, "Dr. Fang, it's alright. If she were a child, we wouldn't bother mentioning it. But she's in high school now, and she's more mature and rational."

"We have an intravenous line ready, so we can switch to general anesthesia at any time."

After saying that, Xu Long then discussed with the young girl Yan Chu: "Yan Chu, did you hear what Dr. Fang said? You must cooperate during the surgery and not move around."

"It won't hurt. If you feel any pain, just speak up. Otherwise, you absolutely cannot move unless you are told to, otherwise we will have to give you general anesthesia."

"In that case, you won't be able to interact with the doctor through movement during the surgery, which will prevent you from achieving the best treatment results. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Grandpa Xu." Yan Chu was very well-behaved and sensible.

Fang Ziye didn't waste any more words.

He has already given his suggestions on the choice of anesthesia method, but the final decision rests with the anesthesiology department, namely Xu Long and Zeng Quanming.

Soon after, the anesthesia officially began.

However, this time, the scene became somewhat 'abnormal' once the anesthesia began.

Professor Zeng Quanming, the director of the Department of Anesthesiology, and Professor Xu Long from Xiangya Hospital stood to the side. Fang Ziye held the nerve block puncture anesthetic needle, found the correct location for the needle insertion, and then inserted the needle relatively decisively.

Meanwhile, Luo Tingzhu, a 'student' in the anesthesiology department, was operating a color Doppler ultrasound machine to monitor the insertion angle and puncture position trajectory of the needle operated by Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye's needle insertion speed was neither fast nor slow, but the accuracy of the puncture was a bit beyond her expectations.

Normally, Professor Zeng Quanming would need to repeatedly probe the puncture site, but Fang Ziye did it in one go, directly inserting the needle at just the right spot at the posterior edge of the nerve.

Color Doppler ultrasound monitoring, because the ultrasound probe is movable and can be viewed from multiple angles, has no blind spots.

They could see everything Fang Ziye did.

The more Luo Tingzhu looked, the more shocked and delighted she became!
If you have this skill, why would you go to Xiangya Hospital and spend money to see Professor Xu Long?
You want to learn how to use a syringe to administer medication from him?
At the same time, Professor Xu Long, who clearly saw the accuracy of Fang Ziye's puncture under the guidance of color Doppler ultrasound, was the first to applaud.

"Wonderful!~"

Beside him, Zeng Quanming was still in a state of shock. Xu Long clapped four times before he felt he should clap and started clapping, not yet fully recovered from the shock.

Inside the operating room, beneath the operating room timer panel, Yuan Weihong, Yan Zhiming, Li Yuanpei, and others, each with uneven eyes, their gazes like chrysanthemums and twisted knots, looked at Fang Ziye with only confusion in their eyes…

(End of this chapter)