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Chapter 416 A Little Bit of Grudge (Please Subscribe)
Deng Yong completely ignored Xu Long's words. Only after Xu Long let go did Deng Yong, following the custom of treating guests with courtesy, speak to Professor Xu Long in a 'polite' manner:
"Professor Xu, jokes aside, this is an operating room. Please don't get handsy."

Xu Long's breathing gradually calmed down, but his left hand was still clenched, while his right hand was scratching his right cheek. He asked, "Can't a gentleman use words instead of fists?"

Deng Yong smiled and said, "Professor Xu does have the right to speak freely. The premise is that it cannot affect the progress of our surgery."

After administering the anesthesia, Nie Mingxian stepped back a few paces and stood alongside Fang Ziye. He then whispered, "Ziye, when I heard Teacher Liu talk about the surgical plan for destructive injuries, I thought I could play a unique role."

"When I looked back at the whole surgical procedure later, I realized that Ziye, you are the real 'king'."

At the same time, Fang Ziye watched as Deng Yong and Liu Huanglong walked to the image reader, chatting and laughing. Half of them talked about the medical records, and the other half about Nie Mingxian and Fang Ziye.

Both of their voices were very soft, but Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian were able to catch them just enough to understand the specific content.

Fang Ziye tilted his head slightly, pretending not to hear Deng Yong and Liu Huanglong's words, and said, "Brother Xian, you can complete the separation of motor and sensory functions under spinal anesthesia, so your technique is definitely much better than mine."

Nie Mingxian's long eyebrows furrowed, and his triangular eyes narrowed into slits: "Ziye, false commercial hype is extremely boring."

"In terms of operational difficulty, the peripheral nerve dissection block you performed is naturally more difficult. I can perform spinal anesthesia, but I've only studied it for a few more years than you."

"Generally, this kind of motor-sensory separation anesthesia is mostly used for painless anesthesia during vaginal delivery in obstetrics. However, very few people can actually achieve true painlessness in theory."

"I initially researched this technology because it offered a lot."

“I used the properties of the drug, but I heard from Professor Liu Huanglong that you completed the separation anesthesia using local anesthetic drugs, which is clearly due to your technique…”

Nie Mingxian analyzed everything clearly and transparently. If Fang Ziye were to remain humble, he would truly be hypocritical.

Therefore, Fang Ziye did not reply.

However, just a few seconds after Fang Ziye stopped responding, a voice appeared in their ears.

"Good morning, Dr. Fang and Dr. Nie. It should still be a while before the surgery officially begins, right?" It was Xu Long, who walked up to the two of them with a smile and even took the initiative to move a round steel stool to sit down, taking care of himself.

This scene showed absolutely no airs of a professor.

"Teacher Xu..."

"Teacher Xu..."

Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian quickly called for help.

Joking aside, a professor is still a professor. Professor Xu Long is a professor at Xiangya Hospital and the director of the Department of Anesthesiology. Even Zeng Quanming, the director of the Department of Anesthesiology, has to give him face. The two little Karami are too arrogant, which is really not conducive to the relationship between the two hospitals.

Xu Long knew that Fang Ziye was somewhat unyielding, so he looked carefully at Nie Mingxian's triangular eyes, as if he had found the window to his soul, and deliberately blinked his eyes several times: "Dr. Nie, how old are you this year? Do you have a girlfriend?"

Nie Mingxian placed his hands neatly on his thighs, sat up straight, and said, "Teacher Xu, it's not easy to find a girlfriend these days."

"Besides, having a girlfriend is exhausting and stressful; it's better to be happy alone!" Nie Mingxian said earnestly, his heart as still as a withered tree.

Xu Long's face hardened, and he became serious: "You can't say that. As the saying goes, the taste of a buffet is never quite the same."

Nie Mingxian and Fang Ziye turned around abruptly. Xu Long's self-help was quite interesting.

Nie Mingxian didn't respond, but started listing: "Teacher Xu, look, New Year's Day, Spring Festival, Valentine's Day, 520, Qixi Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, National Day, Christmas, birthdays, anniversaries."

"These are just a few very ordinary anniversaries and holidays, which already represent ten opportunities to give gifts. It must cost money, right?"

Xu Long's eyes flashed.

Nie Mingxian then made a startling statement: "I've driven many different automatic transmissions before!"

Xu Long's back lurched backward, nearly twisting his old waist.

Many times, I've used these two words, but they're just too unhealthy.

Nie Mingxian then said, "Teacher Xu, let me make a similar joke to yours. I don't want to find a girlfriend anytime soon."

While speaking, Nie Mingxian was still focused on the progress of the surgery on the operating table.

“Xiao Nie, your thinking is wrong. Everyone needs to find someone to accompany them to old age, to support and help each other…” Xu Long wanted to reason with him.

Nie Mingxian interrupted, "Shouldn't Teacher Xu be online?"

Xu Long shut his mouth first, then raised his voice and said, "You're so stubborn, aren't you? I'm in the anesthesiology department, and you've worked in anesthesiology before. Can I introduce you to the kind of people you see online?"

"Most of them, if not exactly 'good girls' or something, are virtuous and capable, at least not too far off from your expectations, at least you can have a good conversation with them, you..."

Nie Mingxian patted Fang Ziye on the shoulder, knowing perfectly well what was going on: "My brother Ziye is also good. My teacher Liu has introduced me to many resources. Teacher Xu, do you think they are even better than the resources introduced by Teacher Liu?"

Xu Long came to poach people. As long as Nie Mingxian holds this basic position, how could Xu Long possibly bypass Nie Mingxian's defense?

“Ziye is now the chief resident, so he can meet young female students, and there are also intern nurses in the specialist department…” Nie Mingxian delivered a killer blow directly.

After seeing that the disinfection was almost finished, she invited Fang Ziye to go out and wash his hands together.

Xu Long remained standing there, trying to understand the meaning behind Nie Mingxian's words.

It's certain that there are no intern nurses in the anesthesiology department. The intern nurses in the operating room are all under the management of the operating department. The undergraduate interns in the anesthesiology department are basically just "mascots." What can they possibly do to help in the operating room?

At most, at most, I'll just check vital signs and perform a tracheal intubation, that's it!

Nie Mingxian, does he have a taste for this?
As Xu Long watched Fang Ziye and Xu Long walk out steadily, his eyes grew increasingly lost.

The first tactic failed, so Xu Long could only pound his left hand with his right fist, plotting a second plan...

Today, no matter what, he will use a crowbar to pry a gap between Nie Mingxian and Fang Ziye.

……

After the disinfection towels were laid out, Deng Yong, Liu Huanglong, and others washed their hands before going up to the platform.

Liu Huanglong said, "Professor Deng, let's continue to divide the work and cooperate! I didn't participate in the first stage of surgery for this patient, so I can only make calculations based on the MRI results."

"Therefore, I suggest we pair up, and then have Ziye and Mingxian pair up..."

When Liu Huanglong made this arrangement, Yuan Weihong, who was opposite Fang Ziye, felt as if he had been betrayed and looked up at lightning speed.

Liu Huanglong cracked his neck and cautiously suggested, "...Ziye and Dr. Yuan can be in a group, and Mingxian can assist us?"

Yuan Weihong then lowered his head and began to cooperate with Fang Ziye.

Upon hearing this, Nie Mingxian withdrew his hand again.

Upon seeing this, Deng Yong frowned slightly and looked around.

There are only five people on stage so far, and all five are quite capable, but it seems that this setup also has some shortcomings.

That means there will always be someone who can only watch helplessly.

Seeing Nie Mingxian's somewhat disappointed look, Deng Yong said, "Mingxian, you can team up with Professor Liu, and I'll team up with Ziye and Yuan Weihong."

As Deng Yong was speaking, he and Nie Mingxian switched places.

In this way, even if Yuan Weihong was officially a participant, he could only watch from the sidelines, as arranged by Deng Yong.

Yuan Weihong's expression was slightly resentful.

However, Fang Ziye's fundamental position as the main operator cannot be changed. After Deng Yong took over, Yuan Weihong can't very well claim that he is better than Deng Yong; he can't just brag like that.

Of course, once the surgery officially began, Yuan Weihong put aside all his little thoughts and instead watched Deng Yong and Fang Ziye carefully as they cleaned and loosened the wound.

It must be said that watching Fang Ziye and Deng Yong work together is a real treat.

Deng Yong was already a master of trauma surgery, and Fang Ziye's core skills in trauma surgery had reached an incredible level. The two seemed to be of one mind, and their four hands appeared to be born from one person.

Every movement, every pause, every contraction, every release, seemed to be performed by the same person.

Upon witnessing this scene, Liu Huanglong and Nie Mingxian, who were performing release techniques on the area below the ankle, couldn't help but stop their work and looked thoughtfully at Fang Ziye and Deng Yong.

After watching for a full thirty seconds, the two returned to their "main battlefield".

But after lowering his head, Nie Mingxian regretted it a little: "Teacher Liu, I should have watched one of the surgeries first."

"Then why don't you switch places with Dr. Yuan?" Liu Huanglong readily agreed to Nie Mingxian's request.

Nie Mingxian stared blankly at Yuan Weihong.

"Do you really want to see it, or are you just being polite?" Yuan Weihong smiled casually.

Yuan Weihong had seen Fang Ziye and Deng Yong's performance more than once, so he was somewhat tired of it.

Of course, this kind of fatigue means that you roughly know what the two will do next, and what there is to watch and learn from.

“I really want to learn,” Nie Mingxian said.

Yuan Weihong readily took over Nie Mingxian's position and began to cooperate with Liu Huanglong.

After freeing his hands, Nie Mingxian looked to the right at Liu Huanglong and Yuan Weihong's movements and got a better understanding of what was going on. Yuan Weihong, as expected of a senior attending physician in trauma surgery, was far more knowledgeable about the anatomical layers and structures of the lower limbs than he was.

Liu Huanglong has a background in hand surgery and is also familiar with orthopedic anatomy. The two of them would work together better than I would work with Liu Huanglong.

Nie Mingxian highlighted the key points: to quickly familiarize oneself with the vast anatomical system related to orthopedics.

Then, Nie Mingxian looked at the surgical teamwork between Fang Ziye and Deng Yong on his left.

The two are currently performing the simplest procedure in the entire surgery: a release operation on the thigh.

The reason why the release procedure here is the simplest is that it is only for the areas with adhesions and stiffness. Only the muscles on the lower middle thigh and above have not developed adhesions due to the patient's active rehabilitation after the operation.

In this way, what Fang Ziye and Deng Yong need to do is to transform the half-layer adhesion into full-layer loosening, and the loosening path has already been planned for them in advance.

Even so, a general surgeon would find it difficult to separate such muscle adhesions.

Fang Ziye's smooth, expansive movements, like a kind of "violent" aesthetic, pierced Nie Mingxian's triangular eyes, projected into his pupils, and were then transmitted to his cerebral cortex by his receptors, giving him a kind of aesthetic enjoyment.

At this moment, Fang Ziye truly resembled a professional butcher, wielding a scalpel and slicing open the gaps in the chicken as if cutting pork, moving with incredible speed, almost as if he were haphazardly manipulating the meat.

Nie Mingxian carefully analyzed Fang Ziye's operation path. After seeing the subtle debridement operation that Fang Ziye demonstrated during the loosening process, he couldn't help but secretly give Fang Ziye a thumbs up. Then he moved his feet to get closer to the surgical field.

With his head slightly lowered and the distance closer, Nie Mingxian's eyes became more focused. The adhesions of the quadriceps femoris muscle in the lower tibia had long since been dispersed under Fang Ziye's violent aesthetics, transforming them into their original anatomical structure.

Bloodstains were visible seeping from the severed ends!
The blood-stained cross-section looks a bit like pig liver, but upon closer inspection with professional knowledge, it can be seen that the muscle fibers of the quadriceps femoris are quite intact, without any breaks or tears.

Therefore, Fang Ziye's large, sweeping movements did not damage the local muscle fibers at all. Fang Ziye separated the muscles according to their original anatomical structure.

What Fang Ziye cut off was merely the scar tissue between the muscle adhesions!

This kind of operation is incomprehensible to laymen, but to experts it is somewhat unbelievable.

The scars from muscle adhesions are not the same as the healing scars from surgical incisions, which are visible to the naked eye. They are essentially invisible to the naked eye because multiple muscles have adhered and clumped together.

Let alone muscle adhesions, even two pieces of dough used for making steamed buns squeezed together would be difficult for a normal person to separate...

Nie Mingxian's thoughts gradually returned to normal. He suppressed his emotions and continued watching Fang Ziye release the muscles on the inner thigh.

At this moment, Fang Ziye slowed down slightly. The scalpel in his hand moved from top to bottom in a serrated motion.

The sharpness of the lancet is beyond doubt.

If you're willing to cut, you can cut a person directly from the abdomen to the back.

Therefore, scars and ligaments are like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in its presence.

However, after Fang Ziye finished his operation, Nie Mingxian realized that Fang Ziye was not cutting the muscle adhesions at all, but rather it felt like peeling.

What does "cutting and peeling" mean?

Because Nie Mingxian had lived in the countryside, he had seen his family members peel lettuce with a knife. They didn't peel it directly with a peeler, but rather used a knife to cut the skin little by little before peeling it off.

However, Fang Ziye's current operation is similar, but much more difficult.

Fang Ziye must have made a diagonal incision in the scar tissue, then peeled off a section, then made another incision, then peeled off another section...

After that, Fang Ziye could then divide the remaining scar tissue at both ends of the muscle almost evenly between the two tissues, waiting for the 'scar' to be cleared after peeling.

Sure enough, after Fang Ziye separated the sartorius muscle from the vastus medialis muscle, two jagged scars stood at opposite ends of the muscles.

Fang Ziye made two large incisions, and the scar tissue was cut into triangular pieces of flesh and directly into the gauze in Fang Ziye's palm.

"Hiss!~" Seeing such an elegant, high-end, and smooth operation, Nie Mingxian couldn't help but gasp.

Fang Ziye and Deng Yong ignored them and continued to work together to cut the lumps of scarred flesh into the gauze.

After finishing the procedure, Fang Ziye put the gauze out and joked, "Brother Xian, we can chop it up and make dumplings when we get back..."

After a piece of gauze was stuffed into Nie Mingxian's right hand, he came to his senses and, without making a fuss, calmly handed it to the scrub nurse.

Then he turned around, tilted his head, and blinked his triangular eyes: "The basic principles of surgery state that the surgical scalpel must be used in a straight and smooth motion..."

"The first lesson in basic surgical procedures is to learn to make a clean cut without repeating the same cut, thus avoiding a jagged edge."

Does this limit our thinking, or does it require us to break with the past and build anew?

Nie Mingxian's question is very representative and also very meaningful.

Upon hearing Nie Mingxian's seemingly irrelevant question, most of the people in the operating room fell into deep thought. Surgery is a subject that all medical professionals have taken, and even nursing students often take a course on it. Although it doesn't require hands-on practice, a portion of the theoretical knowledge is still learned.

In the incision practice section of the surgical physiology experiment, almost every teacher would repeatedly emphasize that when making an incision, one should try to make a clean cut in one stroke and avoid making repeated cuts, in order to avoid creating wrinkles or jagged incisions.

But Fang Ziye is now deliberately going against the grain, taking the taboos of surgery and putting them on the operating table, performing debridement in a more subtle way.

Fang Ziye continued operating, his brows still furrowed, but he did not reply.

Actually, Fang Ziye himself hadn't expected Nie Mingxian's tricky way of thinking.

Deng Yong thought for a moment and said, "When it comes to learning, you always have to be systematic first. After you have done all the example problems systematically, you can step out of your original thinking and do more advanced exercises."

“If beginners are not given clear boundaries, those who lack understanding might actually get a few extra cuts on the surface of their skin.”

Nie Mingxian was certainly not trying to get stuck on a trivial matter, nor was he trying to find the real answer.

After observing Deng Yong, I continued to focus on Fang Ziye's actions to confirm my previous guess about Fang Ziye's true strength.

It is quite obvious that Fang Ziye's surgical talent is almost unreasonable.

Although Fang Ziye is currently only practicing the basics?
Nie Mingxian's thoughts had just reached this point when he suddenly realized that he seemed to be very wrong.

Because Fang Ziye's current methods are something I can learn, not something I can't.

What does this mean?

If you've reached a certain level of proficiency in the basics, don't even think about learning anything else if your skill level isn't high enough; you definitely won't be able to learn it!
It's like you only have 500,000 and you want to learn how to spend money like a billionaire. You definitely can't learn that.
But if you had 500,000 yuan, you would still go and eat spicy hot pot.

No matter how much you "spend money like water" and eat whatever you want, how much can you afford for a single meal? If you grit your teeth, throw in 10,000 yuan, and rent a mala tang stall for a day, you can learn that too.

This is just an analogy.

The analogy is that Fang Ziye's current operations are not the kind that require an extremely high barrier to entry to imitate, but rather operations that can be imitated without such a high barrier to entry.

Wait a minute!

What is this?
"Electronic knife, a small artery here has been cut." Fang Ziye gave the order without looking up after noticing the small amount of bleeding.

However, Nie Mingxian's thoughts were a bit scattered, so he didn't follow Fang Ziye's words and didn't move for five seconds.

Fang Ziye then looked up, took the electrosurgical knife into the surgical field, and after a few "buzzing" sounds, hung it back into the electrosurgical knife holder.

Seven seconds had passed before Nie Mingxian finally came to his senses: "Electrosurgical knife, do you still want it?"

Fang Ziye looked up and smiled, "No need, Brother Xian."

Nie Mingxian moved closer, his hands working simultaneously, his Adam's apple bobbing as he asked in a measured tone, "Ziye, you haven't developed a more professional operating technique, have you?"

For example, tendon suture.

Simple interrupted sutures were the earliest form of tendon suturing.

However, this is useless. Even if you master the art of intermittent suturing, it will still break if it's meant to, and the tendon will still be torn if it's meant to be torn.

What to do?
Think of a solution, use your brain, and design a suture technique specifically for tendons.

There are many, many types of sutures used in hand surgery, such as the Tang technique, Kessler suture, modified Tang technique, and modified M-Tang technique...

These suturing methods are surgical techniques.

Are these techniques applicable to tendon suturing? Absolutely! It is precisely because of their emergence that tendon suturing has been able to advance.

But can they be used for vascular suturing?

Unless one is not afraid of being beaten to death by superiors and patients, most experts would not dare to say such a thing.

Suturing is fundamental, but tendon suturing is truly professional!
Tendon suturing in special locations is a skill that even surgeons, except for hand surgeons, cannot handle well.

Similarly, so too is destruction and damage...

This is the very step that many people in Nie Mingxian's previous workplace were discussing.

Develop a completely new surgical technique, a new technique for a disease that has not yet been solved! Ideally, it should be a dedicated technique!!
"It's in the process of breaking in." Fang Ziye nodded slightly and continued operating.

To others, the conversation between Nie Mingxian and Fang Ziye sounded rather mysterious!
What is the first milestone in a clinical research project on traumatic injury?

In other words, even with severe injuries, limbs can be preserved, and amputation may not be necessary.

The second key point is that limb preservation can be followed by functional reconstruction.

The third key point is to summarize our surgical plans and techniques—both describable in words and diagrams—and promote them to others so that everyone can perform limb-sparing surgeries…

This approach of delving deeper and progressing step by step aligns well with scientific principles.

Fang Ziye hasn't performed many limb-sparing surgeries yet, but he's already started developing his own specialized debridement technique.
Isn't this a bit too much of a violation of the rules?
Should I get a full-body MRI scan?

"Ziye, stop for a second!" Deng Yong called from the other end of the line.

Fang Ziye paused slightly.

"Ziye, stop for a moment. Let's take a break and stop operating."

Deng Yong continued calling out, then turned to look at Liu Huanglong and Yuan Weihong.

Liu Huanglong and Yuan Weihong were no longer in the mood to operate the equipment; they had already exchanged glances and put all the instruments into the tray in perfect unison.

Deng Yong began picking things up from Fang Ziye's hands.

After carefully inspecting the patient's surgical field twice and confirming that there were no sharp instruments in the surgical field, Deng Yong finally breathed a long sigh of relief and held back his heart pounding.

With his eyes closed, he swallowed hard a few times.

"Wait a minute, we need to rest properly, otherwise, there will be problems if we perform surgery in our current state," Deng Yong emphasized.

Liu Huanglong and Yuan Weihong nodded like robots.

because.

It worked!!!

Why did they gather together? Wasn't it to figure out the topic of destruction and damage?
If Fang Ziye has truly found inspiration, he has even developed a professional technique, just waiting to name it.

For example, Fang-Ddeng-Liu-Yuan debridement technique, or FDLY debridement technique.

After that, which textbook on end-stage trauma surgery can do without these four words?

"When did this happen?" After calming himself down, Deng Yong began to question Fang Ziye.

You really can't blame Deng Yong for losing his composure at this moment.

Deng Yong is a professor, that's correct. Deng Yong used to be the director of a ward, that's also correct. Deng Yong works at a top-tier hospital, that's also correct.

but!

China, Hubei Province, Wuhan City, Zhongnan Hospital, Department of Trauma Surgery—Deng Yong, what is he anyway?

Outside of Hubei Province, basically no one knows who Deng Yong is. Outside of China, Deng Yong is destined to be an observer, even having to stand on tiptoe to watch others perform surgeries, and he still has to behave properly.

The international academic conferences that Deng Yong can attend are limited to those in Asia and Africa. If he wants to go to the Americas or Europe, he will have to practice for a very long time.

Although Deng Yong has always emphasized that the world is very big.

But Deng Yong only knew that the world was very big.

What is it like to give an academic presentation in front of China's top professors and academicians at an orthopedic conference in Kyoto?
Sorry, Deng Yong doesn't know.

What is it like to give a top-notch academic report or case presentation in front of world-renowned professors and experts at an orthopedic conference in Shanghai?
Sorry, Deng Yong doesn't know either...

Not to mention going abroad and giving a high-quality academic presentation in front of medical academicians from many countries around the world—how nervous one must be!

Sorry, Deng Yong didn't even have the chance to watch.

But it'll be here soon!

This is the charm of scientific research: one step can leap across many levels.

Therefore, Deng Yong needs to slow down!
We need to slow things down as soon as possible.

"I'm not sure about it right now, but I've got a feel for it, though it hasn't been formalized into a theory yet," Fang Ziye said.

Seeing that both his teacher and Liu Huanglong were so out of control, Fang Ziye didn't dare to reveal the truth of the situation immediately. He decided to wait a few more months.

Otherwise, it would be inappropriate if the research topic was completed, the article was published, and the teacher died suddenly from excitement.

In fact, Fang Ziye did not expect things to happen so quickly.

And all these changes were caused by a damned act of destruction...

Because Fang Ziye failed to become an SP, he could only rage helplessly like an LSP, and frantically wasted a wave of energy.

In fact, Fang Ziye had done a quick job of destroying that machine, but no one dared to think about it that way.

What is all this?!
Fang Ziye is so young. He is indeed a genius, but there is a limit to genius. These are all new topics. Several months have passed, and the results of the preliminary determination of limb-preserving surgery have not yet come out. You have developed a special surgical technique.

You haven't even found a wife, but your grandson has come looking for you.

Can you believe it?

Most people would think the world has gone mad, that someone's suddenly become a father or grandfather...

"Master, shall we continue the surgery?" Fang Ziye suggested after seeing that everyone had calmed down for half a minute.

Now is definitely not the time to talk.

"Great!" Deng Yong felt smug as he saw that Fang Ziye had already revealed everything.

I only had a feeling, but hadn't formalized it into a theory yet; I had developed a feel for it.

This is great, this is excellent, this is the way it should be, this is genius!

If it all really came true, then it would be the devil.

Taking it one step at a time, like a rocket, is already very good.

Only then could the surgery continue.

Because of what Fang Ziye had said earlier, Nie Mingxian became very interested.

This is something new, not something old or obsolete that you don't know how to do. It's a new thing that you don't know how to do, so that's perfectly normal, right?
If you learn it quickly, won't you master it?

Nie Mingxian then began to observe even more meticulously...

Once the surgery was able to continue, more than three hours passed quickly.

Seeing that Fang Ziye had just finished cleaning the wound at the ankle joint, Deng Yong felt sorry for him and said, "Ziye, rest first. Take a break."

"You and Mingxian go downstairs to eat first!"

"Professor Liu, why don't you go down for lunch? You can come up on stage later to replace us," Deng Yong instructed.

No one held back.

This is a protracted battle, with the surgery expected to last more than ten hours. How can we manage without eating?

Do you really think that using a knife doesn't require physical strength?

It actually requires both physical strength and brainstorming.

This surgery, with its sheer volume of knowledge, if presented as a hardcover book, would scare away 95% of people!

This is not an exaggeration!

As Fang Ziye, Nie Mingxian, and Liu Huanglong removed their sterile surgical gowns and headed towards the changing room from the operating room, Professor Xu Long approached them without them noticing.

"Dr. Nie, Dr. Nie!"

"Surgery isn't all fun and games. What are you going to do with him?"

"I just heard Zhu tell me that Dr. Nie, you used to be an excellent anesthesiologist. This meeting must be fate."

“Since you’re already in the anesthesiology department, why go to surgery? The prospects for our anesthesiology department are also very good!!!” Xu Long continued to persuade, but he was a little wary of Liu Huanglong’s backstabbing.

Liu Huanglong's title and rank are so prestigious that if he were to joke about Xu Long's position, no one would dare say that Liu Huanglong is disrespectful to him.

Liu Huanglong didn't care about any of that. He looked at Fang Ziye, then at Nie Mingxian, and then at Xu Long, who was scratching his head in frustration. Liu Huanglong thought that Professor Xu Long was such a wretched dragon.

Only when you are the dragon yourself can you feel the comfort of having talented people in your grasp.

Dig wherever you want!
Liu Huanglong remained calm and composed.

(End of this chapter)