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Chapter 417 Geniuses and Geniuses (Please Subscribe)
The surgical meal room is located on the same floor as the operating room changing room. To avoid affecting the laminar flow system in the operating room, the meal room needs to be accessed from the changing room door, turn two corners, and then pass through a narrow and cramped passage.

After Nie Mingxian explained to Xu Long, the three of them sat at the entrance of the changing room and put on disposable plastic shoe covers. This time, Nie Mingxian refused very clearly: "Teacher Xu, I am very grateful to the Department of Anesthesiology of Enshi Central Hospital for helping me in my emergency."

"It paid more than the surgery department did back then, but fundamentally, I'm not someone who can do without fish or shrimp."

"Therefore, I may have to disappoint you, Professor Xu."

After Nie Mingxian finished speaking, he stood up, wearing shoe covers, and looked at Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye also stood up and said, "Teacher Xu, since Brother Xian has already made his own ideas and choices, let's respect him."

When Xu Long took off his mask, the mottled pigmentation on his face was quite glaring. He glared with his triangular eyes and opened his thick lips wide: "I respected you, and I respected him, but who will respect an old man like me?"

Xu Long's expression twisted in an instant, but returned to calm just as quickly.

He shrugged and sighed, "Let's go eat first..."

Meals in the surgical meal room are a self-service meal with a signature system. The department is responsible for settling the bill. Generally, the department will not pursue the matter unless the data between two months differs too much.

However, if the number of cases is 1000 this month and suddenly jumps to 8,000 or 9,000 next month, the specialist clinic will not be a sucker and give money directly. Instead, they will seriously investigate who is inhumanely deducting money from the orthopedics department's accounts.

During the meal, Professor Xu Long was very well-mannered. He did not chat idly while eating, but focused on filling his stomach.

Of course, after the three of them finished their meal and sat down to rest, Professor Xu Long began his second major plan.

"Ziye, Mingxian, are either of you interested in clinical anesthesiology?"

"Advanced anesthesiology departments, in addition to providing support in the operating room, can also have their own consultation rooms!" Xu Long asked casually.

Fang Ziye didn't seem to notice anything, but Nie Mingxian, who was more knowledgeable, had a slight glint in his eyes: "Professor Xu is planning to open the first batch of anesthesiology wards in the country!"

The current facilities in anesthesiology departments are mostly limited to operating room anesthesia, recovery room, and intensive care unit.

"We do have such plans. After all, with the development of medicine, many diseases are very compatible with our anesthesiology department. However, in the eyes of conventional departments, these diseases belong to the intervening area, that is, diseases that are not taken care of."

Xu Long laid the groundwork a little.

"Dr. Nie, you yourself are an anesthesiologist, you should know the significance of building these wards and outpatient clinics, right?"

Upon hearing this, Nie Mingxian countered, "Professor Xu, routine joint replacement surgery abroad has already evolved into outpatient procedures. Do you really think it's appropriate to create a dedicated ward for diseases that align with anesthesiology?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Long's eyes widened, and he glared at Nie Mingxian: "What do you mean by this?"

Seeing that Xu Long's tone was a bit off, Nie Mingxian backed down and chuckled as he sat down to take off his blue shrink shoe covers. He explained, "Professor Xu, I didn't mean anything by it. I just recently read a few books and some literature and found that many of the diseases that require hospitalization in our country are..."

"It has become an outpatient day surgery abroad, which makes me quite curious."

"For example, cruciate ligament reconstruction, rotator cuff tear repair, and joint replacement surgery..."

"You said that the population density in foreign countries is not as high as in China, so why do they streamline surgeries and hospitalizations?"

Nie Mingxian's words were already quite tactful.

In Nie Mingxian's understanding, most of the work in the anesthesiology ward can be done through day wards and outpatient clinics, so there is really no need to set up a special ward.

Unless Xiangya Hospital has exceptionally abundant resources, with wards theoretically exceeding demand, it cannot provide the anesthesiology department with higher-quality services.

Xu Long didn't reply, but Nie Mingxian cautiously uttered five words: "Still in short supply!"

Xu Long gave Nie Mingxian a thorough once-over, holding a disposable surgical mask in one hand, and grinned, "Young man, for your age, isn't your perspective on things a bit too unconventional?"

Xu Long's tone was slightly sarcastic, feeling that it was a bit ridiculous for Nie Mingxian, at his age, to start considering social benefits.

But Nie Mingxian replied very seriously: "Teacher Xu, if you had said this a few years earlier, I would have admitted that I hadn't accumulated enough experience, but now I've grown up."

After saying that, he put on a disposable long-strapped non-covering mask and said, "Once you're a little more mature, you have to have your own ideas instead of just following the crowd."

"Perhaps Professor Xu thinks that my personal consideration of these aspects is a bit like a eunuch worrying more than the emperor," Nie Mingxian said sarcastically.

"I'm not in a hurry, but I plan to start with myself."

Nie Mingxian believed that he had already completed the preliminary accumulation of basic skills, so why couldn't he raise his perspective on problems to another level?
Nie Mingxian thought there was no problem.

Back then, he didn't consider all that when he was focused on making money.

Before, my father was almost dead, and you were telling me about integrity? Sorry, all I cared about was making money. As long as it was clean money, I would earn it while saving it.

Now that my father has passed away, you're telling me I don't need to uphold my principles? I'm sorry, but all I want to do now is to be filial to my parents, and one way to do that is to do what they want me to do, to complete what they feel is holding me back.

After Nie Mingxian said that, Xu Long didn't know how to respond.

Flies don't land on eggs without cracks. Nie Mingxian is now like a Vajra, impossible to get through. If someone continues to buzz around his ear, they'll really become a fly.

Of course, even though they didn't see eye to eye, Xu Long wasn't angry. Instead, he expressed his appreciation: "Dr. Nie, no matter what you choose, I will remember you, and remember that there was once a particularly talented anesthesiologist who missed out on our anesthesiology department because of his own ideals and choices."

Then, Xu Long looked at Fang Ziye: "There is another person who has not yet experienced the charm of our department, which is a pity."

"May I make a small request? You may not like it, but I hope you can keep your technical and theoretical knowledge and experience to yourself, instead of letting it gather dust at the bottom of your bookshelves."

"When the opportunity arises, teach it to those who want to learn."

"Whether it's me, the anesthesiologists at your hospital, or anyone else you think is related to the anesthesiology department."

“Go and teach more. These techniques are very useful, and they can also bring salvation to many patients.”

"Currently, the reason why many surgeries are difficult to make breakthroughs in clinical practice is actually due to certain limitations in anesthesia techniques, rather than the lack of maturity in the surgeons' skills..." Xu Long said, then gently clasped his hands in a fist salute.

Then, leading Fang Ziye and the other two, they walked forward.

Watching Xu Long's retreating figure, Fang Ziye took a serious look at the middle-aged man for the first time.

He had wide hips, and although he was nearly sixty years old, his back view made him look younger than his front view, exuding a powerful and imposing presence.

After disappearing around the corner, Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian did not move. Instead, they exchanged a glance before taking their first steps.

“Professor Xu Long is a rather pure person,” Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye and Xu Long met at Xiangya Hospital; their first encounter was purely by chance. Undoubtedly, however, Xu Long left a very deep impression on Fang Ziye.

He had made all the necessary preparations for his private coaching training course, collected the money, and was about to start the course, but he canceled it because he wasn't prepared.

We will refund all fees and cover all expenses for all students.

At that time, he had only just met Fang Ziye. Xu Long didn't need to mind that Fang Ziye's technology was more advanced than his. He could easily be a professor who could profit from others' misfortunes, and he had the ability and strength to do so.

But he chose the most extreme way: he canceled the private coaching classes! Then, he shamelessly came to Zhongnan Hospital for exchange and learning.

Is this considered shameless?
I guess so. After all, I heard Professor Xu Long is the director of the Department of Anesthesiology at Xiangya Hospital. Adorably shameless, huh...

After the two went back into the operating room, Liu Huanglong and Deng Yong, who were on the operating table, tacitly stepped down to eat.

But Yuan Weihong did not move.

He continued to work diligently throughout the entire procedure, and only went down to eat after Deng Yong and Liu Huanglong returned.

……

After four hours of cleaning, dissection, and loosening, Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian finally arrived at a relatively familiar area.

To be more precise, it should be the area that Fang Ziye is more familiar with, which is the starting point of Yan Chu's surgery—the ankle and foot.

Although Fang Ziye and Deng Yong had previously divided the work and cooperated.

However, after Professor Deng Yong and Professor Liu Huanglong worked together to release two muscles, they realized that their debridement skills were relatively insufficient, and the released muscles were not as effective as those released by Fang Ziye, so they suspended the debridement and release process.

The procedure was changed to incision and exposure of nerves and blood vessels to prepare for subsequent nerve and blood vessel transplantation and reconstruction.

Now that Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian had reached the ankle joint, they turned their attention to the reconstructed sites of the femoral and sciatic nerves in the thigh, and began further debridement...

At 1:53 PM, Nie Mingxian noticed Fang Ziye gripping his right-handed fingers again and suggested, "Ziye, shall we switch? You can rest for a bit."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye looked up at Nie Mingxian.

At the same time, even Liu Huanglong and Deng Yong looked at Nie Mingxian in disbelief, never expecting that he would take the initiative to make such a suggestion.

Liu Huanglong spoke up first: "Mingxian, why don't you try it a couple of times first? Let Ziye rest for a while."

This both gave Nie Mingxian an opportunity and a way out.

The functional reconstruction after this destructive surgery cannot be taken lightly.

Just because Nie Mingxian came with Liu Huanglong doesn't mean he can have special privileges.

Previously, Liu Huanglong had carefully examined Nie Mingxian's basic skills, and found that Nie Mingxian's basic skills were not outstanding enough to be comparable to Fang Ziye's.

Even compared to Yuan Weihong, he is slightly inferior, and can only be said to have barely reached the level of being an expert.

With so many people on stage not offering their services, Nie Mingxian's suggestion to replace Fang Ziye clearly shows that he took Professor Deng Yong's previous polite words as fact.

It is undeniable that Yuan Weihong's talent pales in comparison to Nie Mingxian's. Compared to Nie Mingxian, Qin Geluo, a junior attending physician whose wound cleaning and hemostasis skills are not yet at a high level, highlights Nie Mingxian's immense value.

However, surgery is an immediate process. You can imitate a well-established surgical technique, and your superiors can provide support. But if you rashly attempt an immature surgical technique, it will definitely be unsuccessful.

Deng Yong and Liu Huanglong had both tried similar methods. In order to further improve the quality of the operation, both of them voluntarily stopped the debridement procedure to make room for Fang Ziye...

However, when Nie Mingxian picked up the scalpel and began the debridement, the four pairs of eyes on the operating table all became bulging.

Fang Ziye swiftly opened the surgical field to a position more convenient for Nie Mingxian to operate in, and then continued to observe Nie Mingxian's movements—

Nie Mingxian's current technique was exactly the same as Fang Ziye's previous 'Destruction and Wound Cleaning Technique', only his proficiency was slightly lower, probably around level 2 or 3.

Fang Ziye did not have enough time to systematically organize the manifestations of each level of 'Destruction and Debridement Technique'. His improvement was achieved by adding points rather than by progressively advancing step by step.

"Ah! This?" Yuan Weihong took a small step back, his hands clenched tightly, his bulging lips pushing up his mask several inches, and he made a deep, muffled sound, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

Once you reach a certain level of skill, the first thing that grows is your perspective, which means you can see the subtlety of others' actions, and only then do you achieve other things.

Yuan Weihong and others could all see that Fang Ziye's wound cleaning technique had undergone a change in form compared to his previous simple basic skills, and the quantitative change had once again led to a qualitative change.

This kind of performance style can be learned, but it's not something you can learn immediately.

This is what they think.

However, it seems that Nie Mingxian's actions have far exceeded their understanding of the learning curve of surgical techniques.

Seeing this, Liu Huanglong's gaze also fell into contemplation, and he explained in a low voice: "Mingxian was originally an eight-year master's student, but it was later changed to a seven-year master's program. He started working at the age of twenty-five."

"According to what I've heard, by the age of 25, he had already reached a 'proficient' level in some basic skills and professional procedures in vascular surgery, which his mentor was extremely reluctant to let go of."

"When he was employed, in order to win more talent introduction incentives, Mingxian transferred from vascular surgery to anesthesiology. It took him about three to four years to reach the level of being an expert."

"This was personally certified by a professor from the Department of Anesthesiology at Peking Union Medical College Hospital..."

Upon hearing this, Xu Long immediately broke down and blurted out, "How come the professors in your hospital's anesthesiology department are so cowardly?"

"If it were me."

Xu Long was interrupted halfway through his speech by Liu Huanglong's voice.

The loud, piercing sound stopped abruptly.

Deng Yong turned his head and said in an unfriendly tone, "Professor Xu, I respect you as a professor in the anesthesiology department, but I reminded you before we started the operation that you can talk, but you must be mindful of the scale and not disturb our surgery. This is the most basic etiquette in the operating room!"

"If you can't control your volume, we have a VIP lounge in our operating room, thank you!"

You can talk, but why are you shouting so loudly?
Liu Huanglong explained in a low, soft voice, his tone calm and even.

Xu Long was also rendered speechless by the rebuke.

Xu Long admitted that he was in the wrong.

But Xu Long's heart was not at peace—

Such a promising anesthesiologist, and the professors at Peking Union Medical College Hospital encountered him but didn't snatch him away? What were they doing? If it were Xu Long, Nie Mingxian would have definitely been abducted by him back then.

In the 21st century, what's most important? Talent is the most important thing!

Liu Huanglong continued, "Later, Mingxian worked for several more years until he was thirty-two years old, when he finally had the opportunity to pursue a doctorate."

Liu Huanglong calmly described Nie Mingxian's past experience.

After he finished speaking, Liu Huanglong saw a very striking scene.

Yuan Weihong lowered his head slightly, Professor Deng Yong scraped Nie Mingxian's body, while Fang Ziye stared thoughtfully at Nie Mingxian's hands without moving. Nie Mingxian himself was carefully imitating Fang Ziye's previous debridement technique, slow but powerful, moving without hesitation.

In front of the anesthesia table, a pretty young woman stood up with her hands behind her back, glanced slightly at the operating light, and seemed to be thinking about something.

In front of the operating room timer panel, Lan Tianluo, who was of medium height and looked very young, stood up, approached the operating table, and then stood on tiptoe to peek at Nie Mingxian's operation through the gap.

The others lowered their heads for a moment before approaching to observe...

This is a very interesting operating room. Liu Huanglong has only been here a short time, but he already has a general impression of the people in the team.

Fang Ziye's talent is unparalleled. He is down-to-earth but not servile, neither arrogant nor humble. With the backing of Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong, Fang Ziye thrives in the department...

Next, Liu Huanglong's most trusted person was Luo Tingzhu, but since Luo left the trauma surgery department and went to the anesthesiology department, we won't mention her for now.

Secondly, Liu Huanglong couldn't quite understand Lan Tianluo. He heard from his colleagues that Lan Tianluo's main job was scientific research, with clinical practice as a secondary focus.

Liu Huanglong always felt that Lan Tianluo's talent was no less than Luo Tingzhu's, and perhaps even greater, but he didn't know why this young man was deliberately hiding his abilities.

Later, Liu Huanglong inquired and learned the truth.

Lan Tianluo didn't want to waste any of his talents, but due to limited time, he was unwilling to spend more time on clinical practice. Instead, he focused on improving his research and planned to concentrate on basic research in the future.

Liu Huanglong asked why, and Lan Tianluo replied that if he didn't allocate his time this way, he wouldn't have time to manage his team...

At this moment, Liu Huanglong finally realized that the geniuses of this world could actually be terrifying...

Liu Huanglong's thoughts were interrupted by Nie Mingxian, who paused after completing the debridement and release of half of the tendon.

“Ziye, I think I’ve only learned the basics, but whether the quality is up to standard, you’ll have to take a look. If it’s not good enough, we can take a break. If it’s just barely enough, I can continue to contribute.” Nie Mingxian’s tone was neither arrogant nor humble.

If you know it, you know it; Nie Mingxian knows a lot of things.

To stand out at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, you need to have something special to gain the appreciation of the big shots.
So many geniuses have come from Peking Union Medical College Hospital, the hospital is so prestigious, and so many professors are arrogant, but Nie Mingxian can get those professors to come up with some less-than-ideal ideas just to bring him back!

Ordinary geniuses, those who could be kept or let go, your teachers wouldn't even give you a second glance. How could they possibly take the risk of arranging some underhanded tricks for your sake?
Fang Ziye nodded: "Okay, Brother Xian."

Nie Mingxian didn't ask any more questions. He picked up the scalpel again and began to repeat the previous operation, removing the scar tissue between the muscles little by little.

The more Nie Mingxian worked with the device, the more he realized that Fang Ziye's ability to develop this unconventional scar cleaning technique was simply ingenious—a genius idea, a genius approach!

Of course, it would be very interesting to be able to learn alongside such a person, because there are always incredible gains.

After watching Nie Mingxian continue operating, Deng Yong and the others could only take a deep breath and admit that their team had gained a genius who could barely "compare" to Fang Ziye.

It's a rough comparison, not a confrontation.

"Comparison" means similar or nearly the same, while "confrontation" means being evenly matched; the two are different in meaning.

Of course, if Nie Mingxian were to truly compare pure talent with Fang Ziye, he would seem to fall short in the eyes of outsiders.

But if Nie Mingxian doesn't compete with Fang Ziye in terms of pure talent, then Liu Huanglong would have to take a backseat...

This is great news!
“Professor Liu, since we don’t need to do the debridement and exploration here anymore, let’s go directly to retrieve the graft material for the nerve transplant.” Deng Yong’s confidence grew.

The current situation is that the more talented people in the team, the better.

Deng Yong's team is no longer what it used to be.

Back then, the total number of talented people exceeded the total amount of resources that Deng Yong could distribute equally, so his students were all struggling to make ends meet.

But things are different now. The funds Deng Yong can get from the hospital are enough to support many people to cause trouble. Although it can't compare to the hospital's largest and most famous team, given enough time, Deng Yong can become an even bigger and more famous team.

Having too many talented people when resources are scarce can be a source of immense pain and torment for the leader.

Do you want to ruin your students' future because of your incompetence?

Do you want to lament the "sad story of Zhong Yong" just because you can't get the money?
No teacher would want to do that.

Liu Huanglong nodded and moved to the opposite side with Deng Yong.

He lowered his voice and said, "Teacher Deng, Mingxian may have to go back, so we need to think of a more comprehensive solution."

"Meeting is fate. As long as Mingxian is willing to stay, then we can talk to him, his grandmaster, or his great-grandmaster."

Liu Huanglong finally expressed his opinion to Deng Yong, hoping that Deng Yong would work together to keep Nie Mingxian in Han City.

Even if we don't stay with the team, staying in Seoul will give everyone a chance to collaborate.

"I'll plan it out gradually," Deng Yong nodded.

……

Below the operating table, Xu Long slowly approached Zeng Quanming and Luo Tingzhu, and asked in a low voice, "What just happened on the table? Was Xiao Nie's technique difficult?"

Zeng Quanming couldn't answer. He was an expert in anesthesiology, and his understanding of trauma surgery was naturally not as profound as Luo Tingzhu's.

Luo Tingzhu removed her hands from behind her back and sat down.

"Even Professor Deng and Professor Liu couldn't learn it, but Director Nie watched it once, and after two or three hours, he was able to operate it quite well."

"This technique is very difficult and is absolutely original." Since the person who developed the new technology was her boyfriend, Luo Tingzhu naturally praised him briefly.

"To be able to learn the specific operating mode just by glancing at it a few times is so difficult that it cannot be simulated."

Luo Tingzhu almost explicitly stated, "We've watched Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian administer nerve block anesthesia, and we've even explained the theory to you, but we still can't learn it immediately."

Nie Mingxian didn't know the theory; he learned it just by watching the demonstration. Such talent is truly extraordinary.

Xu Long immediately fell silent, his eyes burning even more intensely, but those intense eyes could only distort people beyond recognition, utterly useless.

He muttered under his breath, "What incredible luck! This Professor Deng is a combination of top geniuses from several eras..."

There are many geniuses in this world, and every generation has a few exceptionally talented individuals.

They may be unknown now, but by the time they become famous, they will be covered in honors. However, more often than not, their fame will be scattered.

Xiangya Hospital also has such geniuses, and they have naturally achieved great success. Some have been nominated for academician, and many have been awarded the Yangtze River Scholar title. They were all outstanding individuals among the best of the best back then.

However, there are currently very few hospitals where such talent is concentrated.

A team can only be encountered once every few years, or even once every five or six years, or even once every ten years. Such a team can remain evergreen for decades.

That Deng Yong, he's got a really good life!

Xu Long glared at Deng Yong with resentment, wishing he could tear him apart and cause the team to disintegrate. He then carried Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian away.

One million yuan is given directly for talent recruitment, another 500,000 yuan is given by the department, and three million yuan is given as start-up funding for scientific research...

Xu Long started to indulge in his own fantasies.

"Brother Xian, a serrated cleaning method is not suitable for corners like this; a rounded one would be more appropriate."

"The essence of debridement lies in shaping and management. Do you agree with this?" Fang Ziye pointed out.

Nie Mingxian was very receptive to advice; with just a slight suggestion from Fang Ziye, he corrected his operating method.

He then said, "Ziye, does our hospital have an animal testing center? I want to create a few rabbits with stiff lower limbs and dissect them."

Nie Mingxian spoke of it as if it were commonplace, clearly indicating that he had frequently enjoyed such resources in the past.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "There really isn't one."

Yuan Weihong understood and immediately said, "No, no, no, that's possible. Mingxian, don't listen to him."

Nie Mingxian paused his work for a moment and looked at Fang Ziye: "So, Ziye, you haven't practiced your skills on animals. You've relied entirely on your basic skills to accumulate your current level of proficiency."

After saying that, Nie Mingxian immediately gave a thumbs up.

"So I'll learn it!" After joking, Nie Mingxian had already finished cleaning the anterior tibialis anterior muscle group and very astutely presented everyone with a more advanced way of thinking.

You must protect Fang Ziye's original creative abilities; that's the real core and backbone.

Fang Ziye was pondering Nie Mingxian's thoughts and ideas at that moment.

Nie Mingxian is very strange.

Logically speaking, a 'genius' like Nie Mingxian should be somewhat arrogant, and he should want to squeeze into the very center.

But why does Nie Mingxian seem to be willing to play a shadow, or a supporting character like a working-class person?

Could it be related to Nie Mingxian's experience at Peking Union Medical College Hospital? Or to his teacher? Or to his teacher's experience?
This topic is a bit out of touch with the present.

Ideas, theories, dreams, pursuits...

Let's focus on being good doctors first, and then we can discuss these things later.

Around 2:30, Nie Mingxian saw Fang Ziye's fingers moving again, and could tell that Fang Ziye had rested well. He grinned and said calmly, "Teacher, change the round blade."

This is the eighth blade that has been replaced.

Such a large amount of cleaning work also puts a lot of strain on the blades.

The scalpel in a doctor's hand must be sharp; merely being relatively sharp is not enough.

Performing surgery with a dull knife is more terrifying than killing someone with a dull knife.

"Round knife, here you go!" The scrub nurse immediately handed over the new tray, while simultaneously turning the handle of the round knife away from Fang Ziye.

At the same time, he gestured to Nie Mingxian to throw the discarded round knife into the curved plate.

If a major surgery requires only one scalpel, it indicates that it is not a major surgery; having three or four scalpels is perfectly normal.

As long as the number of instruments on the platform matches and no blades are lost, everything is reasonable.

Fang Ziye didn't hold back and continued to perform the debridement and release technique, moving on to the more complex foot area...

As Fang Ziye's debridement procedure neared its end, Jie Han, standing beside the operating table, asked, "Senior brother, if we use sodium hyaluronate and betamethasone for extensive local infiltration, will it reduce the chances of postoperative re-adhesion and scar hyperplasia?"

Fang Ziye looked up upon hearing this and shook his head: "I don't know about that. In sports medicine, we have experience using Depo-Med and sodium hyaluronate after tendon injuries and joint debridement surgery."

"However, whether it is suitable for widespread use and whether it increases the chance of infection is a long-term issue worth exploring."

"Currently, we cannot measure two unknown variables simultaneously!"

Jie Han nodded, then took a small step back and stopped talking.

At 4:11 PM, Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian finally completed the debridement of the tendon adhesions from the lower thigh to the toes.

And it completed almost all the vascular and nerve exploration procedures.

The total surgery time so far, including lunch, is seven hours and fifty-five minutes.

On the other side, Professors Liu Huanglong and Deng Yong had finished their preparations for nerve transplantation and tendon suturing and had already stepped down from the stage to rest for a while.

Seeing Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian drop their scalpels and tweezers into the curved plate, the two men stood up upon hearing the sound.

"You guys take a break first, do some hand muscle relaxation exercises to protect your hands, and leave the rest of the work to us."

"Yan Zhiming, Li Yuanpei, Jie Han, wash your hands and get on the operating table. The rest of you go eat first. Those who want to go to the practice room can go now..." With a single command, Deng Yong arranged the whereabouts of everyone in the operating room perfectly.

(End of this chapter)