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Chapter 415 Give me one, you absolutely have to give me one! (Please subscribe)

When Fang Ziye entered the ward with the ward round team, his mentor Yuan Weihong was talking to a patient in the bed.

The patient next door glanced at everyone and said, "Professor Deng, Professor Liu, Dr. Yuan, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I would have had a hard time saving my leg."

“In the past, my coworker had a similar injury to me, and he went home with the compensation.”

The patient expressed his gratitude very directly, while also making a subtle comparison.

Those who manage to take the compensation home are usually somewhat disabled.

Fang Ziye glanced at the bald middle-aged man, remembering him vividly.

After all, this was the older brother who had ruined his great opportunity—the young man Fang Ziye had completed the devastating surgery in just over two hours.

After the surgery, I returned to a regular ward.

But no one replied to him at that moment.

At that moment, Yuan Weihong was talking to a patient who had been injured in a fall. After being abruptly interrupted, Yuan Weihong turned his head slightly and said, "Brother, can we chat later?"

"We are conducting ward rounds here."

As Yuan Weihong spoke, a look of helplessness appeared on the face of the patient who had fallen from the building earlier. It seemed that he was getting a little impatient with spending day and night with his fellow patients next door.

"Okay, okay, Dr. Yuan, I just wanted to express my gratitude, that's all," the bald middle-aged man replied with a bright smile.

“You can say thank you anytime, but you have to follow the rules. When we were making rounds and asking about your medical history, no one disturbed you, so why did you disturb their rounds?” Yuan Weihong wasn’t going to tolerate him.

"Someone has said this several times already. This is a public place. You need to be mindful of your behavior."

"I've always heard that you speak very loudly when you're on the phone..."

Upon hearing this, the bald middle-aged man's expression hardened slightly: "Dr. Yuan, it doesn't have to be like this. Actually, I'm just trying to drum up business for you guys. You see, many of my friends and coworkers have asked me where I had my surgery, and they're even planning to come to our hospital for surgery in the future..."

"Then when something good happens, my voice will naturally be a little louder..."

"Sorry, no need!" Yuan Weihong rolled his eyes at him.

"What?" The bald young man was taken aback.

According to the code of conduct among the underworld, Yuan Weihong and the others should thank him at this moment, and even invite him to dinner.

“No need, our hospital doesn’t have any business, and we don’t need you to solicit business. Okay, thank you for your kindness, we need to continue our rounds, please keep quiet, thank you!” After Yuan Weihong finished speaking, he looked at the young man who had fallen from the building earlier.

Yuan Weihong said, "To be honest, we've done the calculations, and your bone defect is too large. If we calculate based on the cost of artificial bone graft materials, it would cost several million to treat your bone defect."

"Moreover, there's a price to pay but no supply; artificial bone materials aren't available in unlimited quantities. Furthermore, the surgery is quite complex, and prolonged bed rest afterward greatly increases the risk of vascular disease leading to necrosis of the affected limb..."

"Therefore, after discussing it with Professor Deng, Professor Liu still recommends that amputation is the most appropriate treatment!"

Upon hearing this, the bald middle-aged man spoke up again: "You've already saved it, and now you want to amputate it again? What's going on?"

"He has insurance, so you can take care of the treatment. The insurance company can cover the costs."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong turned his head away.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore, I won't say anymore." The bald middle-aged man was such a chatterbox, and then he changed the subject again.

Yuan Weihong tilted his head and said, "Ziye, go ask the head nurse to move this bed to a private room!"

"I won't transfer, I won't go to a private room," the bald middle-aged man shook his head upon hearing this.

"I think this place is pretty good."

Yuan Weihong said, "Then let's move these two patients to a double room! This ward will be freed up."

Fang Ziye responded and left.

"Hey..." The bald young man glared resentfully in Yuan Weihong's direction.

At the same time, the young man who had been looking down looked up and asked, "Doctor, I have insurance, the insurance company will pay for it, right?"

Yuan Weihong asked decisively, "Did they pay in advance?"

“We absolutely dare not perform the surgery without advance payment. The shortfall of several million yuan would mean that even if we deducted all the salaries of everyone in our trauma surgery department, it would still take eight or nine months or even a year.”

"If you can convince the insurance company to pay in advance, we can perform the surgery anytime!"

"But if we don't prepay, I'm sorry, our department can't explain it to the medical device company. The hospital has to pay the medical device company directly."

Yuan Weihong's expression was conflicted.

To be honest, the team put in a lot of effort to save this patient's lower limbs. It was Fang Ziye who came up with a special method to save his lower limbs in the first place.

The lower limb stability was maintained by arthrofusion to address the large segmental bone defect.

However, during emergency surgery, the sole purpose is to provide the patient with a better environment for recovery.

By the time they decide to schedule elective surgery, the cost will be too high.

Allogeneic bone: 2g for 1000 units for domestically produced bone, and 2g for 2000 units for imported bone!

This isn't about doctors not wanting to perform surgery; it's about the insurance company ultimately refusing to pay for the surgery, or delaying payment, which would result in the entire department having its performance bonuses deducted to cover that huge deficit.

For surgeries that are not life-saving, there is no such thing as an emergency channel; if you don't pay, the surgery can be canceled.

“Dr. Yuan, it’s me.”

"I have no choice but to give it a try!"

"Isn't there a cheaper treatment option for this surgery?"

"Besides amputation?"

Actually, the young man himself knew that the insurance coverage his company had purchased was already quite high, but for such an accidental injury, the maximum compensation would only be around one million yuan for medical expenses.

But the young man also knew that with such a large piece of bone gone, where could he possibly find another one? It wouldn't be that easy.

"Yes, we can, but it depends on whether you can accept that we need to have a 3D-printed prosthesis. However, the prosthesis produced will definitely not meet the standards you previously requested."

"Prostheses and bone grafts are two different things. The cost of the former is relatively lower."

"But it's quite obvious that its force structure, its shape, and postoperative recovery are not as good as bone reconstruction surgery..."

Upon hearing this, the young man's lips curled up slightly as he asked, "Dr. Yuan, if I had money, would my surgery be able to be performed using the best methods?"

The young man's face wore a mocking smile, a mixture of self-deprecation and ridicule.

However, Yuan Weihong has always had experience in dealing with such statements.

"That's not quite right. If your fellow workers were willing to give you all their income for a year without eating or drinking, it would be about the same as your usual income!" Yuan Weihong said.

Who is Yuan Weihong? He's a real sly fox.

Everything has already been made so clear, but the young man insists on being sarcastic and unhelpful. Yuan Weihong is not someone to be trifled with.

Doctors and patients are, in essence, strangers who barely even nod to each other.

You see your colleagues all the time.

The company where the young man works has quite a few people, more than forty. Even if each person only earns an annual salary of 100,000, it adds up to several million a year.

There are only about twenty doctors and nurses from our hospital in this department.

Upon hearing this, the young man fell silent and lowered his head again.

Deng Yong coughed and said, "Dr. Yuan has already explained the situation to you. The choice of treatment is up to you."

“We have explained the options and their pros and cons very clearly. If you feel that our options are not comprehensive enough, you can also choose to be referred.”

"For example, going to Kyoto or Shanghai..."

Treating illness is inherently a relatively practical issue. Doctors are also often at a loss.

If the domestic insurance system were more comprehensive, doctors would be even happier, able to apply their expertise without any worries about costs.

However, this is the current medical insurance system in China, and it is not something that doctors can decide.

Moreover, the types of diseases affecting young people are indeed very challenging to address.

……

As Deng Yong, Liu Huanglong, and others left the ward, they heard the voice of the bald middle-aged man behind them.

"Let me tell you, doctors these days are nothing like they used to be. You can't expect them to treat you without paying them."

"Payment is exchanged for surgery; it's essentially a business transaction. This isn't a charity..."

Such complaints went unheeded.

Deng Yong only glanced at Liu Huanglong and the others before heading to the next consultation room.

Whether a hospital is a charitable institution is not determined by the hospital's leadership, nor by ward directors like Deng Yong.

Most doctors earn their money through technical work, and it's all clean and honest.

When they arrived next door, everyone saw that Yan Chu had already gotten out of bed, leaning on a cane, with both feet on the ground and one foot bearing weight.

Her parents had already packed their luggage.

The attending physician, Jie Han, quickly reported: "Teacher Deng, Teacher Liu, Yan Chu is planning to be discharged today. The surgical wound is currently clean and dry, with no signs of infection. The stitches have also been removed, although there are some scars."

"But Yan Chu plans to go to the cosmetic surgery department after a period of recovery. For the time being, she plans to stay at the rehabilitation center for a while to try to restore the function of her lower limbs."

As Jie Han was speaking, Yan Chu looked at Deng Yong and stood up doing ankle pump exercises: "Uncle Deng, look..."

Her whole face was beaming with smiles.

After she was able to move around, her appetite improved a lot, and now she has a lot of fat on her face and arms.

Due to prolonged hospitalization and rehabilitation, she has applied for a year's leave of absence from school...

Deng Yong gave a thumbs up: "Not bad, quite brave. You'll have to work even harder when you get back."

"You should also know how much effort Uncle Deng, Uncle Liu, your Uncle Yuan, and Brother Fang put in to give you the functional foundation you have today."

"You can't avoid rehabilitation training just because you're afraid of pain. You experienced the pain of being completely numb and unable to move last month, just like I did..."

Yan Chu nodded: "Uncle Deng, I still want to dance in the future."

At this point, Yan Chu's father took a step forward, took his wife's hand, and bowed to Deng Yong and the others.

"Professor Deng, and all the doctors and nurses, I won't thank you all individually. My wife and I will always remember your kindness!"

"My daughter has been so well taken care of by you during her hospitalization..."

Deng Yong didn't make a point of helping him up.

After gesturing for the other person to stand up, he said, "To put it more formally, this is what we doctors need to do; this is our job."

"To put it simply, we doctors make a living by performing surgeries."

"So, don't take it to heart. Just take good care of Yan Chu. That's more important than anything else, right..."

"That's great! The recovery is going very well. If the wound heals without any problems, you can go home. The atmosphere at home will definitely be quieter, more comfortable, and more convenient for recovery than in the hospital..."

"Let me add one more thing, you really should thank Professor Liu properly, Professor Liu is..."

Liu Huanglong quickly chimed in, "No, no, it's Professor Deng's team..."

The ensuing wave of mutual praise finally dispelled the gloom of the previous ward rounds.

During ward rounds, it's impossible to focus on just one bed, so after a few minutes of this atmosphere, we moved on to the next bed.

The two patients in the same ward as Yan Chu were both women, one a young man and the other a middle-aged woman.

Both of them had undergone surgery!

Their conditions were all milder than Yan Chu's. After learning that Yan Chu's horrific wounds had been healed, the patients and their families were all smiles.

When they walked by during rounds, they immediately gave a thumbs up.

Next door was a young woman in her thirties, already married. She wasn't wearing makeup, but she looked beautiful. She smiled and said, "Professor Deng, so my wound is healing very well, right? Right now, I just feel that this leg is weak, but I don't have any other pain or numbness."

"I read online that I would be in pain for many days after the surgery, and I was afraid that I had gone to a fake hospital."

Deng Yong then looked at Jie Han: "That proves that our Dr. Jie has done a very good job in the management of the painless ward."

"If it's not in pain, could you show us your exercise rehabilitation?"

Jie Han immediately demonstrated: "Come on, plantar flexion, dorsiflexion, leg lift..."

"Okay, okay, that's fine, that's all..."

Then he replied: "Teacher Deng, the patient in bed 15 is cooperating very well with the rehabilitation. He does more than 20 to 30 sets of rehabilitation training every day."

"Is the wound healed?" Deng Yong asked.

"it is good!"

"Next bed..."

"Professor Deng, is it confirmed that I'm having surgery today? Is it confirmed that I'm the only one in our group to have surgery today?" He Yuansheng, who was admitted to the hospital before Yan Chu, asked excitedly after learning that Yan Chu would be discharged today.

He Yuansheng was the first patient with severe injuries treated by the team. The first debridement and limb-sparing surgery was performed by a very strong team, consisting of Deng Yong, Duan Hong, and Professor Qi Qiaowen from Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

After that, He Yuansheng waited for his second surgery.

We waited from March until May.

He envied Yan Chu, but He Yuansheng also knew that his surgery was more difficult than Yan Chu's, so much so that after Yan Chu's surgery was completed, his surgery was not scheduled.

Deng Yong patted He Yuansheng on the shoulder and then shook his hand: "Don't worry, we're going to have the surgery, but we also need to be responsible for the quality of the surgery."

"To rush into surgery without proper preparation would be irresponsible. We also want you to go home as soon as possible so everyone can be happy..."

"Don't be nervous. Your surgery today will take up the entire operating room and is expected to last about eight or nine hours. Just relax."

He Yuansheng shook his head: "Professor Deng, I've waited this long. I can wait no matter when the surgery is today."

"Thank you, doctors, for your hard work." He pretended to shake hands with each person to express his gratitude.

"Okay, continue to rest. We'll check your blood pressure again in a bit. If it's normal, you can go down to the operating room first. We'll be right there after we finish our rounds!"

"Thank you, Professor Deng," He Yuansheng's family said.

……

Around 8:40, Deng Yong finally finished leading the team to check the rooms.

After finishing his rounds, Deng Yong put his hands on his hips and said, "After this round of rounds, we can see that the patients in the group are clearly differentiated, and the composition of their diseases is no longer so homogeneous."

"Of course, our focus in recent months has remained on the treatment and functional reconstruction of patients with devastating injuries."

"We don't need to admit too many cases. We need to proceed slowly, one by one. Admitting too many similar cases will confuse our thinking."

"First, we need to develop a preliminary treatment plan for destructive injuries, and then expand the number of patients we can treat."

"Don't feel guilty."

"Before our team, people all over the world with similar diseases had been undergoing amputations for decades, and they just got through it..."

"Even after our team's technology matures, there will still be hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of patients facing amputation."

"According to statistics, in the United States alone, there are millions of amputees, with about 200,000 new amputees every year!"

"Our country has several times the number of citizens as the United States. Comparing the medical levels of our two countries, the number of new amputees in our country is at least five to ten times that of the United States."

"In fact, according to statistics, we will find very sadly that there are 280,000 patients in China who have to have their limbs amputated due to diabetic foot alone each year."

"Twenty-eight, twenty-eight..." Deng Yong pounded on the wall with his fist.

In conclusion: "Therefore, we can only think big, refine our treatment plans first, and only after we have derived a relatively mature treatment plan can we expand our patient intake!"

The number of amputations for diabetic foot patients reaches as high as 280,000 every year. Many county towns have a resident population of less than 280,000. This number is alarming.

Moreover, the number of patients who have had limbs amputated due to trauma is no less than the total number of patients who have had limbs amputated due to diabetic foot!
Everyone's mood had improved a bit, but Deng Yong's words made things even more serious.

More than 200,000.

The Department of Trauma Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital performs only a few thousand surgeries each year. To reach more than 200,000 surgeries, it would take decades of accumulation.

However, the number of amputees due to diabetic foot alone in the country reaches as high as 280,000 each year.

This perfectly illustrates the saying, "Even if you're made of iron, how many nails can you hammer?"
Research, teaching, research, teaching...

Fang Ziye and Qin Geluo immediately led their junior doctors into the operating room.

Deng Yong, Liu Huanglong, and Yuan Weihong went to the director's office to rest for a while. They would only go to the operating room to take over the surgical procedure after the necessary preoperative preparations were completed.

On the way to the operating room, Qin Geluo tilted his head worriedly and asked, "Ziye, do you think our team can really save a group of amputees?"

"Ziye, there are definitely not many hospitals in the entire country that can assemble a team like Professor Liu Huanglong, Professor Deng Yong, and Ziye, right?"

Upon hearing this, Nie Mingxian smiled and said, "Brother Luo, there's no need for internal strife."

"First, we need to do some things well, and then based on what we have done, we can calculate and simplify the surgery, form a relatively theoretical system, and then generalize it."

"Teaching requires that you are already very proficient and have a thorough understanding of it. Everything is just beginning now, so why think so far ahead?"

Qin Geluo's previous problem was clearly caused by Deng Yong's emotional influence, which led to a sense of mission with a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

However, the world will still function as it always has, no matter who is missing. No matter how strong you are, you can only affect the way things work, not make the world unable to function.

After Nie Mingxian finished speaking, Jie Han ran up to Fang Ziye and whispered in his ear, "Senior brother, I've also considered some possible ideas regarding the questions that Brother Luo and Brother Xian just raised. Should we discuss them together later?"

"Tianluo also looked at some of my problems and thought they were acceptable."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's expression immediately turned serious: "Aren't they all unsolvable problems?"

Jie Han, that bastard, has an exceptionally peculiar thought process.

Asking questions without answering them is like a novelist digging a hole and then leaving it unfilled...

Jie Han shook his head: "Only a part of it. Senior brother, aren't you also planning to conduct animal experiments on rabbits? My questions and some ideas are in preparation for this step."

The group arrived at the entrance of the operating room changing room. After changing into scrubs with their name tags, Nie Mingxian asked curiously, "Ziye, does your junior brother have a lot of questions? That's very much a research mindset."

Jie Han turned around, glanced at him from head to toe, and asked, "Brother Xian, does every question equate to scientific research thinking?"

Nie Mingxian was taken aback by what he heard and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Fang Ziye stopped him: "Jiehan, Xian-ge's major is vascular surgery. Don't say anything, just have a normal chat."

When chatting normally with Jie Han, Jie Han is very normal, and he has even learned a lot about interpersonal relationships and skills from Fang Ziye.

However, never ask Jie Han any questions. Jie Han has been blacklisted from the clinic by his mentor Yuan Weihong, which shows just how tricky many of Jie Han's questions can be.

Jie Han understood and quickly said with a smile, "Brother Xian, I personally think that more appropriate questions, just the right questions, can guide the research to go deeper. Some biased questions will cause the research to deviate from the topic."

"For example, Brother Xian, have you ever thought about whether replacing a patient's blood vessels with larger and thicker ones would actually improve their hypertension?"

Jie Han has some theoretical knowledge.

Blood pressure is a common concept in medicine, and vascular surgery certainly cannot avoid discussing it.

Blood pressure refers to the lateral pressure exerted by blood on the walls of blood vessels per unit area when blood flows through them. The blood pressure measured is usually the arterial blood pressure of the systemic circulation, including systolic and diastolic pressure.

Therefore, the question that Jie Han just raised is rather tricky and unsolvable.

God the hell, just changing to a bigger case will solve the high blood pressure problem!!!

Nie Mingxian glanced at Fang Ziye, then at Jie Han, and then at Lan Tianluo. Remembering the rumors circulating in the department about these three men, he instantly felt a sense of utter horror. (No typos)
Of course, after thinking it over carefully for a while, Nie Mingxian felt that perhaps he should show some skills, otherwise these people would think that he was just a complete scoundrel.

What is most important for a person to achieve great success?

Your own abilities, and a suitable team.

The kind that can soar into the sky in a single flight!
Many people only know whether Dr. Wu, a surgeon specializing in hepatobiliary surgery, is a genius, but few people mention that Dr. Wu's teacher, Dr. Qiu Fazhu, was also a "medical god".

Behind every outstanding individual is a team effort.

……

After the group finally arrived at the operating room, the anesthesiology team also arrived.

Professor Zeng Quanming, Luo Tingzhu (a resident anesthesiologist), Professor Xu Long from Xiangya Hospital, and Professor Du Yuanxian, who came to learn from them.

Fang Ziye had already assisted Professor Zeng Quanming in several surgeries, but he still hadn't seen Professor Zeng come to "have in-depth exchanges" with him. Moreover, Professor Xu Long was also called to the anesthesiology department, and Professor Xu Long specifically named Du Yuanxian!

What can Du Yuanxian do then?
If you can't hide, you can only infiltrate the team and try to get by...

The technique of separating motor and sensory functions through nerve blocks is incredibly tempting for all anesthesiologists.

After entering the room, Nie Mingxian originally intended to sit back and wait a while before properly assessing the capabilities of the Department of Anesthesiology at Zhongnan Hospital.

But to everyone's surprise, as soon as Nie Mingxian sat down, he saw several old guys from the anesthesiology department surround Fang Ziye.

He even beckoned directly: "Ziye, how should we administer this nerve block anesthesia today?"

Yan Chu's lower limb stiffness was only at and below the ankle joint, while this patient's stiffness started from the middle of the thigh and below.

There are too many areas that need to be loosened and cleaned, and the anesthesia points are also difficult to control.

So, if this patient is not suitable for nerve block, is motor-sensory separation anesthesia still appropriate?
As Fang Ziye frowned slightly, Nie Mingxian, feeling a bit itchy to speak, said, "Isn't it more convenient and simpler to separate the motor and sensory functions of a single lower limb from the spinal canal?"

"For lower limb surgery, if we want to perform a nerve block, there are two branches, the sciatic nerve and the femoral nerve, which complicates the procedure..."

Upon hearing this, Xu Long glanced at Nie Mingxian and gestured with his hand: "Then you do it?"

Originally, the fact that Fang Ziye could perform peripheral nerve block motor-sensory separation anesthesia already made Xu Long feel like he'd been screwed over.

He, an anesthesiology professor, still had to accommodate Fang Ziye in conducting anesthesiology research projects.

Now, there's another member of the surgical team who's been talking a lot.

Nie Mingxian put down his phone, straightened his back, and looked at Xu Long: "Are you really coming for me?"

Nie Mingxian dared to talk back, which surprised Xu Long: "Come on, come on, you come here..."

Zeng Quanming quickly advised, "Professor Xu, this won't do. What if..."

Xu Long said, "If he wants to come, let him come if he dares to."

However, what happened next surprised Professor Xu Long. Fang Ziye narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Brother Xian, can you also separate motor and sensory functions through spinal anesthesia?"

Nie Mingxian nodded and put on gloves from the start: "Cold-sensory nerves are more easily blocked than pain-sensory nerves. The degree of blockade depends on the volume and concentration of the local anesthetic. Using a lower concentration and a larger volume of local anesthetic will produce a better sensory blockade effect with less impact on movement."

Xu Long: "..."

Zeng Quanming: "..."

Luo Tingzhu: "???"

Luo Tingzhu's eyes were at their most beautiful at this moment. She looked at Fang Ziye with confusion, and then looked at Nie Mingxian with doubt.

“I used to do this often when I was in Enshi, but they only thought I was good at anesthesia, and there were no other reactions.” Nie Mingxian straightened his neck slightly.

Seeing that Nie Mingxian was really about to get close to the anesthesia table, Xu Long reached out and grabbed Nie Mingxian's hand: "Hey, hey, brother, I was wrong, I apologize to you, old man, I apologize to you..."

If a surgeon accidentally cripples a patient while administering anesthesia, every single anesthesiologist in the operating room should be held liable for compensation.

Was the anesthesiology department bombed or something? Is a surgeon needed to administer anesthesia?

Xu Long got scared and started calling himself an old man.

Fang Ziye then explained, "Professor Xu, this is Nie Mingxian, formerly the deputy chief physician of the anesthesiology department."

"Huh???" Xu Long was stunned.

He glanced at Nie Mingxian, then at Fang Ziye, and pointed to a group of people.

I'm starting to question the meaning of life.

What's wrong with your organization? How come all the surgeons here have such amazing anesthesia skills?

Wouldn't it be great if your trauma surgery department focused on training anesthesiologists?
Upon hearing this, Lan Tianluo, who was about to calculate the result, frowned slightly and looked at Nie Mingxian thoughtfully.

Fang Ziye's motor-sensory separation anesthesia currently requires Fang Ziye's puncture technique, Professor Xu Long's or Professor Zeng Quanming's pharmacological theory, and his calculations to be completed.

But now, Nie Mingxian?
After Fang Ziye inquired and confirmed that Nie Mingxian would have such an opportunity, and after giving Professor Xu Long a few words of assurance, Xu Long indeed relinquished his authority over Nie Mingxian.

Nie Mingxian did not disappoint. After preparing a set of medications of unknown origin, he began to administer continuous spinal anesthesia to the patient while lying on his side.

After finishing, he habitually asked, "He Yuansheng, move your left foot?"

He Yuansheng tilted his head blankly: "My left leg can't move anyway?"

"Then try lifting your anus!" Nie Mingxian pretended not to know what embarrassment was, while poking the patient's outer thigh and buttocks with a sharp instrument.

He Yuansheng did as instructed, but felt nothing at all when Nie Mingxian poked his skin with the sharp object.

Seeing this, Nie Mingxian laughed: "Alright, that's fine. You can move if it doesn't hurt. Try to cooperate during the surgery!"

"You can add this medication during the operation," Nie Mingxian said, then used a professional technique to straighten the patient from the side. After taking off his gloves, he leaned against the operating room's timer panel and yawned.

The operating room fell completely silent instantly.

Just five seconds later, Xu Long grabbed Fang Ziye and, with his slightly chubby body, moved toward Nie Mingxian. Xu Long's breathing was rapid, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if they had been filled with chili powder.

But after taking a few steps, the automatic pressure-sensitive door of the operating room was stepped on and opened. Then, an even stronger arm rushed in from outside and grabbed Professor Xu Long, who was holding Fang Ziye.

Deng Yong said, "Hey, hey, be more civilized!"

"If you don't let go, I'll tighten my grip!"

"Give me one, you have to give me one today!" Upon hearing this, Xu Long released Fang Ziye and grabbed Deng Yong's hand with his right hand.

Pointing his left hand at either Fang Ziye or Nie Mingxian, he made the other party choose one of them!

(End of this chapter)