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Chapter 391 A Man's Knees Are Worth Gold! (Please Subscribe)

When muscles adhere, they lose their gliding function. Since muscles cannot glide, contract, and relax normally within the body, they cannot perform the corresponding motor functions.

This is a movement disorder at the muscle level.

Now that Yan Chu can flex and extend her toes, it means that the release of muscle adhesions and the local reconstruction of nerve sutures have been quite effective.

Immediately afterward, Liu Huanglong and Deng Yong exchanged a glance and then looked toward the anesthesia table.

Liu Huanglong said, "Yan Chu, your foot has already moved, and it moved very well."

"The presence of active function proves that the quality of this surgery has met our expectations."

"You're very brave. You've done a very brave job cooperating with your uncles, grandfathers, and elders. Now, how about you take a nap and rest?"

"Your surgery is not yet complete, and the finishing touches will take a considerable amount of time. But at this point, Yan Chu, you don't need to be brave anymore; you can rest now."

With the four hours approaching, the nerve block anesthesia may gradually wear off. At this point, it is essential to switch to general anesthesia to continue the surgery.

"Okay!" Yan Chu replied obediently, a hint of secret joy in her voice.

As soon as Yan Chu finished speaking, Luo Tingzhu stood up and began to inject general anesthetic into her intravenous line.

Meanwhile, Xu Long and Zeng Quanming, one holding a mask and the other a laryngoscope, prepared to intubate...

Soon, Yan Chu fell asleep.

After Yan Chu was given general anesthesia, Xu Long said with some regret, "It would be great if we could switch to spinal anesthesia or lumbar anesthesia."

Zeng Quanming said, "Professor Xu, it is theoretically possible, but the difficulty in performing it is extremely high. If the dosage and anesthesia range are not properly controlled during spinal anesthesia, and motor function is also anesthetized, then the surgical procedure will be a joke."

"Converting to spinal anesthesia is impossible now; the surgery is in progress..."

Xu Long naturally knew all this: "That's why it's called a regret..."

Ignoring the regrets of the two professors from the Department of Anesthesiology, Fang Ziye, Liu Huanglong, and others, almost simultaneously decided to examine the patient's passive motor function after Yan Chu was given general anesthesia.

Active movement is actually closer to the minimum value of postoperative rehabilitation function, while the limit of passive movement is the maximum value of postoperative rehabilitation function, which to a certain extent determines the upper limit of surgical quality.

"Professor Liu, come here!" Fang Ziye's hand was placed on top of Liu Huanglong's hand. Fang Ziye, who did not like holding hands with men, immediately gave up his place.

Liu Huanglong didn't stand on ceremony and began to examine Yan Chu one by one, turning his head and saying, "Pat, pat, pat!"

"Take our camera and record some video. This is excellent teaching material, article material, and research material."

"Only film the feet, no other places!" Liu Huanglong, with his keen scientific sense, immediately ordered his men to get to work.

Hearing Liu Huanglong's words, Deng Yong swallowed twice, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down: "Professor Liu, which camera do you think would be better to buy? We only have cell phones in our operating room for now..."

Recording and storing videos of surgical procedures and postoperative rehabilitation using cameras is something many hand surgery teams do.

However, this is not very significant in trauma surgery.

Hand surgery focuses on the restoration of subtle functions, while trauma surgery focuses on enabling patients to get out of bed, move around, and heal fractures. Videos of patients walking are the best evidence of this.

“Borrow it. Go to Guan Qiquan in the hand surgery department and borrow it. Just say you borrowed it from him and will return it as soon as you’re done,” Liu Huanglong said.

Videos shot with a mobile phone are not suitable for slowing down or speeding up, as this can easily cause frame loss.

However, videos shot with high-end photography equipment, after appropriate processing, can even be slowed down and broken down, serving as excellent learning materials.

Hand surgery involves delicate procedures, and the learning materials are also divided into extremely detailed categories.

"I'll go borrow one. The tourniquet is almost worn out anyway. Let's take a break after the tourniquet is removed."

The longest a tourniquet can last is one and a half hours.

Then rest for about fifteen minutes, which is equivalent to one hour and forty-five minutes, which is one alternation.

Four hours were approaching, and the tourniquet still had enough time left, but Han Yuanxiao knew the importance of recording video with the camera equipment.

Although temporarily halting the surgery would prolong Yan Chu's operation time, a few extra minutes or ten minutes would not have a significant impact on Yan Chu, as it would allow future patients to have better convenience and technical preparation.

……

Han Yuanxiao is the director of the trauma surgery ward, so borrowing a camera shouldn't be a problem for him.

The hand surgery department even sent a professional photographer to help with the photography.

Liu Huanglong was more professional in this regard. After testing the foot's movement functions from various angles, he asked, "Brother, are you done filming?"

Liu Huanglong may not know the doctor in charge of photography in hand surgery, but the doctor must know Liu Huanglong. He was very polite: "Finished shooting, Professor Liu."

"Great, please pack it up and send it to me when the time comes. This surgery is at least two very high-quality case reports."

"The first is foot function reconstruction surgery, and the second is total foot adhesion release surgery."

"We can first show a case of total foot adhesion release surgery to attract attention and make a preliminary impression, indicating that we are about to enter this clinical field."

Liu Huanglong spoke with great arrogance.

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao both gasped softly.

Yuan Weihong said, "Professor Liu, we've only done the first case, isn't it a bit too high-profile to publish a case report already?"

"Without adequate preparation, our follow-up research may fall behind others."

Yuan Weihong has a deep understanding of scientific research and understood Liu Huanglong's meaning, but he also raised his own points of confusion.

Liu Huanglong said, "Dr. Yuan, you have the perspective of standing next to the operating table. Others can deduce the whole picture of our functional reconstruction project based on just one case. What else can we say?"

"Just write a capital 'follow' and then go to him to learn from his wisdom."

After finishing his sentence, Liu Huanglong said, "Passive function check complete. Next, we will continue with the soft tissue bed reconstruction."

"Ziye, take a rest first. Your right wrist must be numb after performing surgery for so long."

"The dominant hand doesn't need to perform too many time-consuming and meaningless operations, which can easily induce chronic fasciitis. Rest for a while, protect these hands, and we will naturally arrange for someone to finish the rest."

"At present, the main approach is to pad the nerve and blood vessel pathways with soft tissue to prevent further scarring into the pathways and causing compression."

"Secondly, there are some localized skin defects, so I'll have to perform skin flap transplantation to cover them..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye narrowed his eyes and his first reaction was to look at Deng Yong.

On the operating table, it has always been the privilege of senior doctors to be the first to leave the operating room.

Even now, despite feeling tired, Fang Ziye, even with Liu Huanglong's suggestion, couldn't very well put on airs like a senior physician.

Tired?

It's really tiring.

Fang Ziye performed all the debridement by himself, working almost continuously for more than three hours.

"Let's step down and rest first," Deng Yong ordered.

Deng Yong had been a lead surgeon and had long been the first surgeon in the team, so he knew that the continuous precision of surgery was extremely physically demanding and caused chronic damage to the hands.

Without a halftime break, my hands would have been ruined.

Fang Ziye slowly breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and carefully observed his surroundings. After confirming that he would not affect others' operations or contaminate their sterile surgical gowns, he slowly backed away.

After taking about four or five steps back, just as the circulating nurse was about to untie the collar of Fang Ziye's sterile surgical gown, a girl suddenly rushed over from in front of the anesthesia table.

The circulating nurse, feeling awkward, decided to ease the tension by watching the young woman "deliver herself" to her door: "I forgot I should take your clothes off."

In the operating room, when Luo Tingzhu was present, even Deng Yong rarely drove at high speeds.

Luo Tingzhu's skill level was almost zero. She blushed and remained silent. After finishing the procedure, she walked back to the anesthesia monitoring equipment.

Fang Ziye didn't say anything, took off his clothes and stuffed them into the cloth recycling bin. As he moved sideways to look for the round steel stool under the operating room timer panel, Zeng Quanming watched Luo Tingzhu and the little girl remain silent.

He said, albeit with a delay, "I know you take off a lot of clothes, don't lead my students astray."

The circulating nurse wasn't annoyed: "Director Zeng, you're being too biased. It's just a joke between us girls, and you're personally intervening. That's a bit bullying. Be careful, or I'll complain to the head nurse."

Actually, it doesn't really matter if there's no response while driving.

Most people only bully those who are easy to bully. In the operating room, the only people the circulating nurse can bully are some newbies. Trying to outrun seasoned surgeons and anesthesiologists is just asking for trouble.

“Yes, yes, her undressing technique is the most skillful!” Zeng Quanming was not afraid of the so-called head nurse of the operating room nursing department.

The nursing department and the clinical departments are parallel departments, but Zeng Quanming is the big boss of the anesthesiology department, and even the head nurse has to give him some respect.

In the operating room, a new head nurse was assigned, but the surgery continued.

However, if Zeng Quanming were replaced, some surgeries might not be able to be performed normally. This is the concept of substitutability, and it is also a symbol of status in the medical field.

The circulating nurse lowered her head, then retreated to the wall, silently bowing her head again.

At this point in time, where would Deng Yong, Han Yuanxiao, and others on the operating table be concerned about the speed of the car driven by the anesthesiologist and the direction the steering wheel was turning?
Han Yuanxiao was too busy admiring and marveling: "This place is really well done."

"Teacher Deng, are you holding back a skill from me?"

"Don't forget, I'm also your student."

Although Han Yuanxiao is currently the administrative director of the Department of Trauma Surgery, he always treats himself with the courtesy due to a student in front of Deng Yong.

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong laughed and scolded, "Go away, why are you becoming just like Yuan Weihong?"

Yuan Weihong turned his head innocently, like a Transformer.

But he didn't dare to respond.

Han Yuanxiao squinted and said, "Is it possible that Xiao Yuan has received my true teachings? Teacher Deng, if the opportunity didn't prevent it, I would really like to study with you for a longer period of time."

"After being 'assigned' to lead a group alone, I realized how difficult it is to lead a group. I only regretted not learning more before. Now, even if I wanted to swallow my pride and learn, I had to consider the feelings of the students and subordinates in the group..."

"It's tough. If I could accumulate experience for a few more years, things would be much better." Han Yuanxiao had completely let go of his pride and started to complain.

Liu Huanglong continued searching for pedicled skin flaps and designing suitable flap patterns based on the skin defects.

After listening to Han Yuanxiao's words, he expressed his agreement: "I deeply understand what Professor Han said. Leading a team may seem glamorous, but sometimes it feels like being forced to wear Kong Yiji's long gown, unable to take it off or extricate yourself."

"Even if you have to bite the bullet and pretend to be strong, if you don't know something, ask privately; if you don't understand something, search for literature late at night."

"It feels like there are no more teachers I can ask for advice, at least not so openly anymore..."

"I remember I was thirty-four when I first led a research group, after the senior professors in the department retired..."

Han Yuanxiao's words surprisingly resonated with Liu Huanglong, something Han Yuanxiao himself hadn't expected.

But as Liu Huanglong marked the lines with a sterile marker, he added, "In the first month, our group only admitted twenty patients in total. My bonus and performance bonus as an associate professor only amounted to 11,300!"

"At the time, I had two attending physicians working with me, and they only earned 8,000 yuan each. But that month happened to be the start of the new school year after the New Year, and the tuition was 9,200 yuan..."

"I'm so worried."

"There was nothing I could do but worry. I was put in this position, so I had to grit my teeth and do it. In the second month, apart from my outpatient clinic, all I could think about was taking people out to do consultations and surgeries."

“In the following months, I traveled to almost every prefecture-level city in Hubei Province. At that time, my skills were actually just average, but for the sake of making a living and for the brothers in my team, I had no choice but to swallow my pride and go to prefecture-level city hospitals to pretend that I was a very good expert…”

"Then I started treating patients in the ward with illnesses that were a bit beyond my capabilities, forcing myself to improve..."

"After another six months of such high intensity, my condition gradually improved."

Liu Huanglong's words made Deng Yong's eyes flicker: "You, Liu Huanglong, can't possibly lack patients?"

Deng Yong thought Liu Huanglong was joking.

Liu Huanglong tilted his head and said, "Teacher Deng, 99% of my current achievements are due to my own hard work and ability."

"Of course, a one percent chance is even more crucial."

Liu Huanglong did not deny the help he received from his father-in-law, but his father-in-law's help was merely an opportunity; it did not bring much benefit to Liu Huanglong's profession or scientific research.

Even if you get a research project, you still have to do it yourself and learn the professional procedures on your own.

Moreover, Liu Huanglong had to squeeze every spare moment and time into studying, as he couldn't neglect either clinical practice or scientific research.

Even if he were just a little bit off, Liu Huanglong would just be Little Liu now, not Professor Liu.

Deng Yong pursed his lips slightly: "What happened back then..."

Deng Yong didn't continue speaking.

One of the reasons why Liu Huanglong has reached this point is directly related to a former professor in the Department of Hand Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital.

This blow left Liu Huanglong completely disoriented, and he experienced firsthand the bitterness of society.

Naturally, the way Liu Huanglong fled with his head in his hands back then is the same way he straightened his back later.

Han Yuanxiao realized the topic was getting a little off track, so she quickly said, "Professor Liu, Teacher Deng, let's stop talking, or Weihong will start hitting us." "Mhm!" Yuan Weihong nodded.

Even Yan Zhiming nodded after seeing Yuan Weihong nod.

Are you three even human?
Professors, chief physicians, team leaders, the absolute top dogs in the operating room, and now they're all here complaining about how incredibly difficult it is to lead a team...

How should someone like Yuan Weihong, who is an attending physician and a candidate for associate professor, conduct himself?

Yuan Weihong even considered saying, "Why don't you all step down and let me take over?"

Of course, such words cannot be said, no matter how frivolous they may seem.

The complaints of Liu Huanglong, Han Yuanxiao, and others were indeed a Versailles.

However, the fact that they could recount these events so calmly, palely, and without emotion, despite not being in a position of authority, suggests that that period was truly painful.

If Yuan Weihong were to actually lead a team now, it would undoubtedly be the worst-performing team in the Department of Trauma Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital, and the types of diseases they would treat would be the most basic.

Yuan Weihong's team was simply a relocation of the trauma surgery department of a prefecture-level city hospital to Zhongnan Hospital. Apart from that, there was not much difference between them and the prefecture-level city hospital!
……

After resting for a while, Fang Ziye returned to the operating table and carefully observed the operations performed by Liu Huanglong, Han Yuanxiao, and others.

Thoughtful.

However, Fang Ziye's mere presence here was enough to make Deng Yong and the others quite agitated.

Liu Huanglong: "Professor Han, why don't you operate this?"

Han Yuanxiao: "No, no, Professor Liu, flap suturing is a specialty of your hand surgery department."

Liu Huanglong: "Director Han, I am now a trauma surgeon, and we all need to look forward. I am just a junior doctor with very little experience, while Director Han and Director Deng are the ones with rich experience."

Han Yuanxiao dared not accept: "Professor Liu, your current position doesn't negate your past achievements. Professor Liu, your suturing skills are still the best. You sew, you sew..."

Deng Yong watched as Han Yuanxiao and Liu Huanglong pushed each other back and forth, and then directly got rid of the "culprit": "Ziye, go back and rest! Don't stand here watching."

Deng Yong wasn't an unreasonable person. His principle in dealing with Fang Ziye was that as long as he didn't lay a hand on Fang Ziye, he was still awesome.

Since he himself thought this way, it was indeed not a big deal to have Han Yuanxiao and Liu Huanglong be tested on the operating table in front of Fang Ziye, like students.

The titles of chief physician and professor dictate that they must maintain their dignity to a certain extent, otherwise it will be difficult to gain the respect of the public.

Even if you need to ask for advice, you have to do it in private.

This is the label that comes with the title "professor".

It's not that you want to wear it or that you have to be aloof; rather, it compels you to maintain your image to a certain extent.

For example, if a rural person is full of foul language and never speaks without using vulgar language, no one will think there's anything wrong with him. But if a doctor in a white coat talks to you and every other sentence is full of vulgarities, you will think that this person has a problem with his character.

"Okay, Master." Fang Ziye obediently left.

At the same time, Fang Ziye felt a strange sense of panic as he left the operating room.

Isn't it true that many relationships between teachers and students gradually fade and drift apart under such circumstances?

For example, Deng Yong and Professor Dong Yaohui, and Han Yuanxiao and Deng Yong.

Back when Deng Yong was still a student, the relationship between Professor Dong Yaohui and Deng Yong was definitely not as detached as that between two professors.

When Han Yuanxiao was working with Deng Yong, the two would not have been addressed as Professor Deng and Professor Han.

Fang Ziye had heard Yuan Weihong mention at the clinic that a long time ago, Han Yuanxiao called Deng Yongyong "Brother".

"Brother Yong, wanna go for a drink?"

"Brother Yong, wanna go for a smoke?"

"Brother Yong, barbecue and beer..."

Now, that's how the two of them greet each other.

"Director Han, you..."

"Professor Deng, you..."

Fang Ziye's panic was not due to being overly sensitive, but rather because he clearly sensed that his relationship with his teacher, Yuan Weihong, had become much more distant.

Yuan Weihong was still doing well, and he still took good care of himself. However, Yuan Weihong could give himself less and less, and he even had to rely on Fang Ziye for some things.

Then, feelings will naturally undergo slight changes.

Fang Ziye has not yet found a suitable solution or way to get along with any of his predecessors regarding this change.

In the future, can we really be both teachers and friends?
As Fang Ziye walked out of the operating room, he couldn't help but miss that time from several years ago. Back then, Yuan Weihong had taken such good care of him, arranging everything perfectly.

Nowadays, however, Yuan Weihong gives himself advice more often, and his words are for independent reference only.

……

Fang Ziye went down to the locker room, turned on his phone, and it vibrated and rang again.

His thoughts were disrupted, and he answered the call: "Tianluo, what's up?"

"Senior brother, you finally answered the phone! Have you stepped down from the stage? Come up here for a moment, there's a patient's family member here who brought you a very special gift. This gift is really quite special," Lan Tianluo emphasized.

"Didn't you go to the lab or practice room? Why did you go to the department?" Fang Ziye didn't change out of his civilian clothes, but went straight out of the changing room in his surgical scrubs.

"I was in the practice room, senior brother, but I was called to the department by the junior brother on duty."

"Let me tell you..."

After Lan Tianluo explained things to Fang Ziye, Fang Ziye walked from the operating room corridor toward the orthopedic building.

He stepped aside to let a surgical trolley pass by, and with a flick of his wrist, said, "Tianluo, are you out of your mind? He gave me money and you're not even going to pay him off?"

"But he didn't give much money, did he, senior?"

"It was all loose change, which the child had saved himself. He said it was to thank you for letting him still have his mother and to thank you for saving him."

"I counted it, it's a total of one hundred and seventy-eight yuan and fifty-nine cents," Lan Tianluo said.

"Among them were twenty 50-cent banknotes, twenty-four 50-cent coins, and thirty-nine 10-cent coins. The children even pasted patterns on the coins and folded the banknotes into paper cranes. How could you refuse that?"

"Senior brother, come on over!" Lan Tianluo's voice was a little hoarse, but full of emotion and envy.

Fang Ziye was moved upon hearing this.

He quickened his pace: "Okay, wait for me..."

When Fang Ziye first entered the department, he hadn't even noticed that the boy in the wheelchair was the same boy he had examined in the emergency room, but the boy recognized him first.

"Dad, there! There! That older brother is there."

His hair hadn't fully grown back after being shaved. He recognized Fang Ziye without even seeing his face and pointed him out to his father.

"Do you recognize him, Little Pear?" The middle-aged man had dark skin, a thin build, slightly sunken eyes, heavy dark circles, and a slightly hesitant tone.

“Dad, it’s him. That older brother is him.” The little boy named Little Pear was very certain.

After the little boy made up his mind, the middle-aged man turned around and quickly took a few steps forward to kneel down: "Dr. Fang, my savior. Thank you, thank you so much, doctor, you are our family's savior."

Fang Ziye quickened his pace and forcibly lifted the middle-aged man up, his face filled with terror: "No, no, no, you can't do this to me."

"Brother, get up, get up first. If you kneel down and someone with ulterior motives takes a picture and posts it online, I might lose all the clothes I'm wearing."

"Modern times are a new society. No matter how much you express your gratitude, you cannot kneel in gratitude, or I will shorten my lifespan."

"A man's knees are worth their weight in gold," Fang Ziye explained, appealing to the sentiment.

The middle-aged man pressed down on Fang Ziye's hands with great force, his pupils, which were sunken in their sockets, instantly filled with blood vessels. He choked out, "Dr. Fang, if it weren't for you, my wife would be dead."

“If you hadn’t taken another look at my son after you left the emergency room, he might have died. My whole family is so grateful to you. It’s just that I’m useless; I can’t earn money and I’m still in debt…”

What's wrong with me kneeling down once?

"I did go to the temple and kneel before the Bodhisattva earlier this year, asking for blessings for my whole family's health and safety, to be free from injury and pain, but it didn't work." The middle-aged man was a little agitated, and his body was about to slump again.

Fang Ziye interrupted him directly: "Brother, this topic is getting more and more sensitive."

"Get up first. Everything is fine now, so you need to take even better care of yourself. You still have a wife and children to take care of, right?"

"Yes, I appreciate your thanks. It's just our duty as doctors. We encountered it, found it, and dealt with it. We didn't do anything more."

Fang Ziye himself did not believe in gods or Buddhas, but he also did not discuss gods or Buddhas.

This topic is perhaps even more sensitive than a middle-aged person kneeling before themselves. As a materialist, Fang Ziye would never allow his patients to delve deeper into this topic.

"Brother, do you remember me? I didn't introduce myself last time. My name is Little Pear..." The little boy actually remembered Fang Ziye and greeted him.

Head wounds heal the fastest, and 'Little Pear's' scalp surgical incision has already healed.

Fang Ziye said to the middle-aged man, "Let's go see your son, chat for a bit, then I have to go for surgery."

“I also have my own work. I heard that you came to the ward, and I just finished my performance, so I came to see you.”

Fang Ziye was actually lying; he was fine now.

But sometimes a lie is necessary.

"Dr. Fang, I won't bother you for long. It's just that Xiao Lizi heard that you saved him and his mother, so he plans to give you his New Year's money as a gift."

"The main problem is that we've had some big expenses lately. The driver who caused the accident hasn't been found yet, and his mother just got out of the ICU but still needs to be hospitalized. We don't have much money left."

“Otherwise, since Xiaolizi has already picked out a gift for you, I would have bought it anyway.” The man choked up.

She started wiping her eyes, her voice filled with sorrow: "I've even used up all the money I had to buy you a gift, Dr. Fang..."

Fang Ziye said, "Brother, please don't get agitated."

"I won't accept money from you, including this."

"However, I can make a trade with you. I'll give you the gift you sent at a discount and transfer it to you via WeChat."

"Little Pear's craftsmanship is the best gift, I'm very happy. How about this?"

“If it doesn’t work, I’ll leave. I need to go to the emergency room. I just came out of the operating room myself…” Fang Ziye’s tone was serious, as if leaving no room for argument.

"No, no, no, Dr. Fang, please don't go." The middle-aged man grabbed Fang Ziye, bowed slightly, and pleaded with Fang Ziye to accept his kindness.

"Dr. Fang, please don't think it's too little; this isn't money."

Fang Ziye began to take control of the situation: "Yes, you know he went beyond the limits of money, so let's do as I say. I'll transfer the money to you, and you can collect the payment."

"Also, while you're thanking us, you can't be selfish. Our hospital has a lot of emergency cases, and I can't just stand here all the time just to receive your thanks."

"Two choices. First, I'll give you the money, you open the payment code, and I'll accept this. Second, I appreciate your kindness, you can take the item back, and I won't give you the money; I need to go to work now." Fang Ziye pretended to check the time!
Actually, Fang Ziye was extremely happy that the father and son had come all this way, allowing him to see that mischievous little brat who had narrowly escaped death.

Fang Ziye could proudly say that he deserves at least 10% credit for Fang Ziye's survival!
"No, doctor!" The middle-aged man was a little flustered.

"If you're not going to open the payment code, I'm leaving. I can't just thank you here and be polite and ignore the emergency patients who might come in." Fang Ziye said, glancing at Xiao Lizi.

"Your child means he wants to give this to me!"

As Fang Ziye turned around decisively, he was grabbed.

"Doctor, let me open it." The middle-aged man reluctantly took out his phone and opened the QR code payment page.

Fang Ziye transferred the money, not a penny more or less.

Too much is an insult to others, too little is an insult to oneself.

Then, after closing the gift box containing the little pear, he tucked it under his arm and turned to leave without lingering.

Sometimes, gratitude needs to be repaid through interaction. It may not be possible to calculate it precisely, but one can seek peace of mind.

At this moment, the middle-aged man bent his knees and knelt on the ground, facing Fang Ziye's back.

He shouted loudly, "Doctor, thank you..."

Fang Ziye had already gone far away, trying to remain calm, thinking to himself, "Out of sight, out of mind," and soon disappeared around the corner...

Then, Fang Ziye finally smiled slightly, and his heart filled with sweetness again, feeling especially sweet...

The man has gold at his knees.

It wouldn't have been necessary, but he gave it to me, and that's enough!
However, the smile on Fang Ziye's lips didn't last more than a few seconds before a nurse's urgent voice came from afar: "Teacher, teacher, patient in bed 34 is having difficulty breathing, patient in bed 34 is suffocating..."

(End of this chapter)