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Chapter 418 Unbelievable (Please Subscribe)
"Brother Xian, what you just demonstrated on the operating table, is that considered a physical version of 'photographic memory'?" Lan Tianluo asked curiously, mingling with the group of people eating.

Hearing that Lan Tianluo actually had time to pay attention to Nie Mingxian, Nie Mingxian turned his head to look at Lan Tianluo and unexpectedly discovered something he hadn't noticed for a long time.

Lan Tianluo's ears were not large, but his earlobes were so large that they drooped a bit, which was quite mismatched with Lan Tianluo's young and immature face.

Nie Mingxian relaxed his hands leisurely as he walked down the corridor from the operating room to the changing room: "It's not as exaggerated as Tianluo said, it's just that I have a strong ability to imitate."

"The ability to memorize a text at a glance means I can recite it verbatim, but I can't even be considered a copyist."

Then Nie Mingxian looked around at the people around him, all of whom were younger than him, and sighed, "It's so good to be young!"

Nie Mingxian's instinctive remark made him lose his composure slightly, and the irritation in his eyes almost broke his defenses.

Time may be peaceful, but time waits for no one.

If we could turn back time six or seven years, when Nie Mingxian was at the prime of his life, he would now be considered an older youth approaching middle age, and could no longer be called young.

Nie Mingxian still needs to learn from a group of young people, and these young 'brothers' can hardly understand the experience.

“Brother Xian isn’t that old either. He looks to be only in his early twenties, right?” Fang Ziye asked the junior brothers surrounding him with a smile.

Yan Zhiming and Li Yuanpei, who were in the doctoral program, and Jie Han, who was in the pre-doctoral program, were left on the operating table. Jie Han's classmate, Zhu Yunwen, was punished by being removed from the ward management program, and was forced to postpone his graduation by a year and stay in the operating room for an extended period.

Therefore, the current junior students are Lan Tianluo, a second-year student; Liu Haihua, a first-year student; and Gong Luoyuan, a prospective master's student and undergraduate student at Han City University, whom Professor Deng Yong plans to accept as a new master's student.

Gong Luoyuan was considered the lowest-ranking junior brother, but he was very clever and sensible: "We junior brothers have all heard of Senior Brother Nie's legend."

Nie Mingxian tilted his head, shaking his upper body with a hint of amusement: "Really? Xiao Gong, you've heard of me?"

After speaking, he stared intently at Gong Luoyuan.

Nie Mingxian, a student at Peking Union Medical College Hospital who switched from an eight-year program to a seven-year program, was someone Gong Luoyuan heard about at Wuhan University. Nie Mingxian himself seemed quite interested in the story.

Gong Luoyuan's name is very easy to understand. His father's surname is Gong and his mother's surname is Luo. He was born in the first month of the lunar calendar. He has the physique of a typical orthopedic surgeon, standing at 1.9 meters tall and weighing 190 kilograms. When he goes downstairs, you can almost feel the cement floor trembling slightly.

Gong Luoyuan glanced at his two senior brothers, but they didn't react at all, so he nodded and said, "Mhm!"

Nie Mingxian took two steps back, climbed two more flights of stairs, patted Gong Luoyuan's hat, and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah!~"

Although Gong Luoyuan felt 'desecrated,' he still nodded sensibly to acknowledge Nie Mingxian's question.

Gong Luoyuan was new to the job and hadn't yet figured out the internal relationships, which made Fang Ziye and the others quite embarrassed.

"Good junior brother!" Nie Mingxian patted Gong Luoyuan's head again and chuckled.

Then he took a few steps forward and walked alongside Fang Ziye, and they started talking about the next topic.

Liu Haihua quickly covered his ear and explained a few words to Gong Luoyuan. Gong Luoyuan was stunned, only then realizing that his flattery had backfired.
They're not even touching.

When they arrived at the dining hall and got their food, the four of them naturally sat down at one table. Nie Mingxian pointed at Liu Haihua and said, "Haihua, go to the next table and make room for my good junior brother. Let's get to know each other better."

Liu Haihua had just put down his rice plate, but seeing Nie Mingxian's serious expression, he could only reluctantly take the rice plate back to the dining table next to him against the wall.

Gong Luoyuan's expression at this moment was even more aggrieved than Liu Haihua's; the 190-pound child's face was flushed with embarrassment.

Not knowing how to handle the situation, he sat upright on the stool, too afraid to even start eating.

Fang Ziye and Lan Tianlu sat facing each other, while Nie Mingxian sat diagonally opposite them.

He said, "Luo Yuan, are you stupid? Why aren't you calling me senior brother?"

"Senior Brother Fang, is that how you address someone?" Gong Luoyuan thought Fang Ziye was being sarcastic.

Fang Ziye said, "Why can't we call out? Go ahead and call out."

"Senior Brother Nie." Gong Luoyuan believed Fang Ziye's words and shamelessly called out.

Nie Mingxian nodded: "That's right. What we're saying is, if we're going to put on a show, we should go all the way. Whether it's a fake show or a real show, right, Junior Brother Gong?"

Gong Luoyuan was completely flustered at this moment, and could only nod, before burying his head in his rice.

Gong Luoyuan was only twenty-three years old, and no matter how open-minded he was, he was no match for Nie Mingxian.

Anyone will show some respect to someone who is nine years older than them.

Nie Mingxian steered the conversation back on track: "Ziye, if you were to articulate the debridement technique in a more detailed theoretical manner, how long would it take you?"

Theorizing operations is a necessary step.

Operations that cannot be theoretically formulated are neither easily disseminated nor learnable.

In medicine, it's not a good thing for a skill to become a "secret weapon".

“Brother Xian, what happened today doesn’t count as ‘destructive wound cleaning technique’.”

"The debridement of abrasive injuries can only be defined if it is performed on patients with abrasive injuries and is very practical."

"Today's debridement technique, to be precise, should be called a postoperative stiffness release technique, an extension of the debridement technique," Fang Ziye explained very meticulously.

Both muscle and tendon injuries require suturing. Muscle suturing may also utilize tendon suturing techniques, but the suturing effect achieved through lateral displacement is certainly not the most perfect.

Upon hearing this, Nie Mingxian frowned slightly.

He put down his chopsticks, tilted his head thoughtfully, and then his tightly furrowed brows relaxed: "So, the debridement you performed on bed 13 in our department last time, was that a real debridement?"

Fang Ziye nodded and said, "Brother Xian, I finally understand the power of that saying."

"The more I learn, the more afraid I become; the more I learn, the more I realize how much more I need to learn; the more I learn, the more inadequate I feel; the more I learn, the more insignificant I feel."

Fang Ziye's voice interrupted Lan Tianluo and Gong Luoyuan's meal, and Gong Luoyuan also looked up.

He turned his head and looked at Fang Ziye with eyes full of "aggression". He really wanted to jump up and slap Fang Ziye hard, and then yell, "You damn show-off!"

However, Fang Ziye's expression and face remained serious, and his tone was calm: "To destroy a patient's health, if every step of the procedure can be performed to the extreme..."

"I believe that the final functionality can even recover 70% to 80% of the original, not just about 60%."

"Looking back at Yan Chu now, I feel that if I were to perform surgery on her again, I am confident that I could improve her functional recovery from 60% to 70%!"

"But just because of the few days before and after..."

Fang Ziye flipped his hand and stopped talking.

Upon hearing this, Nie Mingxian took a deep breath and nodded in agreement: "Ziye, the fact that you can think like this means that your level of thinking has been elevated."

“When I was in graduate school, my professor told me a story. He said that if possible, he really hoped to develop a simplified tool so that all vascular surgeons could easily perform aortic dissection surgery.”

“When I was working, the head of our anesthesiology department said that if possible, he really hoped that everyone in the department could be more versatile and use more exquisite operating techniques to enable patients to receive more affordable and advanced anesthesia.”

"The experience throughout the perioperative period can be maximized, and the analgesia before and after surgery can be maximized."

“When I went to study again, I was fortunate enough to meet another teacher. He told me that if possible, he would like our country to have more professional vascular surgeons, evenly distributed throughout the country.”

After Nie Mingxian finished speaking, Fang Ziye and the others closed their eyes and pondered for a while.

It was obvious that what Nie Mingxian wanted to tell everyone was not what these few people had said.

After about thirty seconds, Lan Tianluo touched his chin and said, "Brother Xian, at the fundamental level, reason is greater than technique, which is greater than material."

"Theory is the foundation, technique is the form of expression, and objects are the outermost carriers, which are the least technically sophisticated."

"However, it is precisely the least technically demanding tasks that require predecessors to complete a large amount of thorough, advanced theoretical and operational preparation and condensation."

"Yes, it's a compression of theory and practice."

"It's just like a car. From hand-crank start to key start, and then to one-button start, it's becoming more and more convenient."

"Convenience is for the sake of service experience, but to make the service experience even better, it must be the result of several generations pooling their efforts and compressing their creations into it."

"The most cutting-edge application of this kind is actually the chip."

Hearing Lan Tianluo's analogy, Nie Mingxian looked at Fang Ziye: "Ziye, didn't you say that Jie Han in your group is a very interesting person?"

"I think Tianluo is more interesting than Jiehan."

Fang Ziye replied somewhat embarrassedly, "Junior Brother Jie is responsible for asking questions, but he doesn't care whether there are answers or not. Tian Luo, on the other hand, is basically digging pits and burying them."

Jie Han is a very peculiar person; he is outstanding, a fact that Fang Ziye cannot deny.

There was no way to answer Jie Han's questions; it was definitely because the current level of science and technology and research capabilities were unable to answer some of his "tricky" questions.

Lan Tianluo's questions were few, but each one hit the nail on the head.

As fellow students, Fang Ziye couldn't really criticize him. If one day Jie Han could also control the degree of his questions, then the driving force Jie Han would bring to the team would be unparalleled.

"Let's eat first, Xian-ge. We can chat more when we have time later."

"If there's a chance, we could chat over tea or wine; that would be a very pleasant experience," Fang Ziye suggested.

"Okay!" Nie Mingxian nodded with a smile, also quite looking forward to this moment.

A few close friends are always good conversation starters.

People you can chat with are considered close friends.

A close friend doesn't necessarily have to be an old friend. An old friend is an old friend, and a close friend is a close friend.

A smile, a cup of tea, a glass of wine—these are the things many people yearn for.

Of course, in reality, such situations are rare, because very few people can understand you, and even fewer share your views and thoughts.

You can talk about anything with others and open your heart, but they think you're a goofball. How are you supposed to have a conversation like that...?

……

After Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian went back into the operating room, Deng Yong and Liu Huanglong took turns eating, while Yuan Weihong, Qin Geluo, Yan Zhiming, Jie Han, and others remained on the stage.

After glancing at the remaining procedures on the operating table, Fang Ziye, while putting on his sterile surgical gown, handed the scrub nurse the straps of her gown and turned to ask with a fawning smile, "Teacher Liu, could I do a few stitches for this nerve suturing?"

"Sure, no problem!"

After Liu Huanglong nodded in agreement, he turned to Zeng Quanming and said, "Oh, Director Zeng, remember to give the patient plenty of electrolytes. This surgery has been going on for quite a while, so he needs to replenish his energy."

"Okay, we've been working on it and checking all along." Zeng Quanming nodded lazily.

Then she looked at Professor Xu Long and asked in a low voice, "Professor Xu, shall we go eat?"

Xu Long looked resentful, like a wife whose husband had been stolen or a child whose lollipop had been taken away, as she looked aggrievedly at Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian on the stage.

Finally, he sighed and said, "Let's go eat."

Professor Xu Long seemed to have completed a closed loop of learning at this moment.

As the world knows, "Guan Guan cry the ospreys on the river islet; a fair maiden is the object of a gentleman's affections."

But few know that a beautiful and graceful woman is sought after day and night. Unable to obtain her, he yearns for her day and night. Restless and anxious, he tosses and turns in his bed… He befriends her with zither and lute… He revels in the music of bells and drums…

In modern terms, it's like licking but not getting.

"Let's go eat," Xu Long repeated.

Zeng Quanming was a little confused. He looked at Professor Xu Long and didn't know what to say for a moment.

After leaving the operating room, Professor Xu Long let out a long sigh, rubbed his face with his right palm, and relaxed his nerves.

"Teacher Xu, are you alright?" Zeng Quanming was a little worried about Xu Long.

Xu Long is seven or eight years older than Zeng Quanming and is nearing retirement this year.

Zeng Quanming was just turning fifty when he followed behind Xu Long, fearing that Professor Xu Long might develop psychological problems at Zhongnan Hospital.

Xu Long shook his head and said, "It's alright, Professor Zeng, don't worry, go eat first."

"After dinner, I have to take the high-speed train back. I'll only be coming here to study intermittently from now on, so I'll have to trouble Professor Xu to take care of me."

After composing himself, Xu Long strode forward.

Xu Long originally thought that after arriving at Zhongnan Hospital, he would have a chance to abduct Fang Ziye to Xiangya Hospital and then impart all his knowledge to him.

But in the end, it was just wishful thinking on my part.

Fang Ziye has already found his own value, and Nie Mingxian, who suddenly appeared, has also made his own choices and ideas. The two are destined to be just passersby in Xu Long's life.

His true calling should be to communicate and learn from others, and to teach his students well.

……

On the operating table, Nie Mingxian looked at Fang Ziye's suturing technique, pursed his lips, and asked, "Ziye, didn't you say that this surgery wouldn't be considered destructive?"

"Why do you seem to perform nerve suturing differently from Professor Liu?"

Nie Mingxian is good at solving problems. It is known that Liu Huanglong is a master of hand surgery and an expert in nerve suturing in hand surgery.

In the field of peripheral nerve treatment in hand surgery in Hubei Province, he can at least rank among the top three, or even the top. If Fang Ziye wants to learn the treatment of peripheral nerve diseases, the first thing he should learn is to simulate Liu Huanglong's nerve suturing method.

However, whether out of naiveté or on purpose, Fang Ziye's approach to details differed from Professor Liu Huanglong's.

It is also known that Fang Ziye is neither a fool nor someone who deliberately tries to be different.

Therefore, it can be inferred that there are only two possibilities for why Fang Ziye did this: either Fang Ziye lacks talent and has limited learning ability, so he is an amateur.

The idea was quickly extinguished by Nie Mingxian.

If Fang Ziye is considered to lack talent, then every single member of the entire operating room team should just go home and farm instead of being doctors!

Including him, Nie Mingxian.

That leaves only the second possibility. Fang Ziye knows that his approach is better than Liu Huanglong's.

Similarly, the improved M-tang method can be compared to the original tang method for tendon suturing, which is superior to the original tang method.
Fang Ziye looked up and lowered his voice: "Brother Xian, nerve damage, whether it is acute or chronic, as long as it is not extensive, the treatment is similar."

"After the scars from elective surgery heal, we actively treat them as fresh wounds, don't we?"

Nie Mingxian's curiosity was piqued. If Fang Ziye didn't take the bait now, he would be letting Nie Mingxian down.

Fang Ziye himself admires geniuses and hopes that his team can become even stronger.

Nie Mingxian is undoubtedly the best choice!
Fang Ziye's words are definitely correct. Anyone who knows a little about elective nerve suturing knows that the scar at the nerve end needs to be removed to the new tissue, and then the smooth cut end is exposed before the nerve transplant is completed.

Both the donor and recipient of autologous nerve transplantation are fresh, newly severed nerve segments with their outer membranes removed.

Isn't this fresh damage?

The primary treatment for damaged nerves involves removing the necrotic portion and then connecting the proximal and distal ends of the nerve through nerve transplantation.

Do not be soft-hearted about segments that have already died; you must adhere to the principle of eradicating even the most serious illnesses and not leave any necrotic tissue in the patient's body.

At least!

Until there is a breakthrough in basic theory and no drug can perfectly regenerate dead or dying nerve tissue, excision followed by transplantation and bridging is the optimal solution.

This treatment of the severed ends is no different from that of the second-stage surgery.

In this way, Fang Ziye was able to suture the wound with ease!
Fang Ziye has already improved his nerve suturing skills to level 4. However, his skill level is certainly not as high as Liu Huanglong's nerve suturing skills.

But when it comes to size, cats definitely can't beat dogs. However, when it comes to catching mice, even young cats are more professional than dogs—they're better suited to their profession.

You're a 30-year veteran tailor and butcher, would you dare to perform an appendectomy?

If you give a 22 or 23-year-old intern the opportunity, many people will dare to do it and be able to succeed.

Nie Mingxian's breathing quickened again, and he asked in a low voice, "Ziye, between your nerve suturing and Professor Liu's nerve suturing, which is better?"

"Is it because your operation is better?" Nie Mingxian emphasized.

After emphasizing his words, Nie Mingxian drew everyone's attention to the respected and beloved 'Senior Brother Ziye'.

This includes Yan Zhiming and Li Yuanpei, a classmate of Fang Ziye.

Although Nie Mingxian's statement is exaggerated, this is not the first time.

This afternoon, Fang Ziye's wound-cleaning technique directly broke through the defenses of Deng Yong and others. Now, Fang Ziye is breaking through their defenses again. Although it is absurd, it is also reasonable.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Brother Xian, it's not that exaggerated!"

After a moment's hesitation, Fang Ziye said, "It might be slightly better."

Fang Ziye's ability to activate the nerve suturing technique requires that both the nerve suturing and vascular suturing techniques reach level 5.

Even when working alone, he could be slightly better than Professor Liu Huanglong.

Fang Ziye adds a level 4 damage suturing technique, so 1+1>2.

Of course, although it is superior, it is actually very difficult to demonstrate in the observable field, and it will not be particularly obvious in the functional recovery of patients after surgery.

Fang Ziye currently estimates that the difference will be between 65% and 75%.

There is a difference, but it won't be very noticeable.

Actually, Liu Huanglong's nerve suturing technique is already very close to the level of national champions. At this level, the difference between taking another step forward and not taking that step forward is not very obvious in terms of visualization.

It will only limit the upper limit that a doctor can reach!
Of course, higher proficiency in operation means wider applicability of the operation, which can play a huge role in a variety of operations and unleash high-power energy.

“A little better is no small matter.” Nie Mingxian had already made up his mind, and his mood was completely chaotic.

When will that level of attainment become something you can eat? You change every day, one new thing popping up every day, one new thing popping up every day, until it's all diluted?
Nie Mingxian was only hinting at it, but it was enough for others to understand the meaning behind it.

Naturally, Fang Ziye is already considered so abnormal by everyone that it's almost unbelievable. If he were to have a child now, probably no one would find it strange.

After all, he's Senior Brother Ziye—Bu Bu Gao, Fang Xiao Te, and the 'Qing Dynasty orphan' with a whip, a eunuch (pervert).

The last nickname was given to Fang Ziye by his fellow disciples.

It is both elegant and respectful.

First, the length of whips used in the Qing Dynasty is very similar to the abnormal size of Fang Ziye's whip. Second, abnormality is difficult to describe, so using the analogy of a eunuch with a whip is more appropriate.

Thirdly, a eunuch with a whip—how ​​many men dream of that?
Therefore, these four words perfectly embody the complex emotions of envy and jealousy that everyone feels towards Fang Ziye's existence. They hit it off immediately and occasionally bring it up in private settings!
This matter must absolutely not be known to Fang Ziye.

Despite the complex emotions of Nie Mingxian and others, Fang Ziye continued his operations.

Now that he had obtained the nerve suture from Professor Liu Huanglong, and Fang Ziye had also eaten and rested for a while, he was prepared not to go on stage again after Liu Huanglong went into the operating room.

Yuan Weihong remained calm and composed, looking around with a sense of familiarity: "Mingxian, speak less and observe more. Don't disrupt the surgery."

I'm in a great mood.

Well, after Deng Yong, I, Yuan Weihong, have gained two more confidants.

Nie Mingxian, who was three years younger than him, was considered his peer, while Liu Huanglong, who was one year older than him, was also considered his peer.

This is a true confidant with whom you can chat and have a good chat.

Upon hearing this, Nie Mingxian glanced at Yuan Weihong. Yuan Weihong remained calm and silent after speaking, as if he were in a vegetative state.

……

Liu Huanglong and Deng Yong entered the operating room from outside, chatting and laughing. Both of them were rubbing their hands with hand sanitizer before heading towards the sterile surgical gowns on the sterile shelf.

Liu Huanglong said, "Professor Deng, you are too modest. In the Department of Trauma Surgery, even if I am not a primary school student, I am just a middle school student. Professor Deng, you are at least a university lecturer or even an associate professor."

"The gap between high school, undergraduate, master's, and doctoral degrees is at least three stories high!"

After getting to know Deng Yong, Liu Huanglong started joking around.

Then the two turned around and, while the circulating nurse helped them tie their collars, they began to put on sterile gloves. Deng Yong said, "Huanglong, this mutual flattery is meaningless."

"Ten years ago, when you were doing your master's degree at our hospital, I heard your name. At that time, I even thought about bringing you to our trauma surgery department."

"That's right, he almost got beaten up by Professor Zhu Weiguo, a senior figure in your hand surgery department. He."

As Deng Yong was speaking, he noticed that Liu Huanglong next to him had stiffened up and then trembled slightly.

His fingers and feet began to move involuntarily, as if he had Parkinson's disease, making him look like a frail, elderly man who would collapse at the slightest breeze.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The rapid breathing sound was completely different, unlike the rapid breathing sound of a normal person, and was at least eight degrees higher.

Following Liu Huanglong's gaze, Deng Yong discovered that Liu Huanglong's focus was on the operating table where Fang Ziye was.

At the same time, Deng Yong took two steps forward, then tilted his head slightly. His eyes were bloodshot, and the mask in front of his nose was flapping rapidly due to his heavy breathing.

Along with his upper body, he swayed unsteadily.

"Huanglong? Are you alright?" This situation looks a bit like a heart attack, and Liu Huanglong's expression also looks a bit uncomfortable. Could it really be a case of faking it for real?

Liu Huanglong did not reply.

Deng Yong's expression changed slightly, and he raised his voice further: "Liu Huanglong, are you alright?"

"Luo Tingzhu, call Professor Zeng."

It was meant as a joke, but if I hadn't been able to identify Liu Huanglong's heart attack or other cardiac disease due to my mistake, it would have been a real blunder.

Upon hearing this, Luo Tingzhu stood up abruptly!

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye, who was on the operating table, stopped and temporarily placed the suture needle and needle holder in the storage tray.

Everyone turned to look in Liu Huanglong's direction.

Liu Huanglong then came to his senses, looked at Deng Yong, then at Fang Ziye, and then at Yuan Weihong and the others.

"I'm fine, Teacher Deng."

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure just now."

"Come up on stage," Liu Huanglong said calmly.

Fang Ziye shattered his inner pride into nothingness.

Liu Huanglong realized that his only pride and pillar of support were gone, and he had become just an ordinary person, only a slightly stronger one.

Previously, Liu Huanglong had always considered himself the "special talent" in the group, and his nerve suturing skills were irreplaceable.

The others are all substitutes for Fang Ziye.

But in the end, I had misplaced my trust; I had been too optimistic. All along, Fang Ziye had only been giving me face...

It's not that he can't, but that he doesn't want to show it.

If anyone dares to tell Liu Huanglong that Fang Ziye was only recently promoted, Liu Huanglong will risk violating public security regulations by beating them up.

Everyone then calmed down and began their own operations and tasks.

After all, no one can read Liu Huanglong's mind, and no one knows that Liu Huanglong's tower of pride has finally crumbled at this moment.

The tower of pride in their hearts had long been shattered by Fang Ziye!
In the operating room, apart from Liu Huanglong and Nie Mingxian, who didn't watch helplessly as Fang Ziye gradually transformed from a seemingly normal ordinary person into a freak?

After Liu Huanglong takes over, Fang Ziye will have to voluntarily step down from the main operator position.

However, Liu Huanglong said, "Dr. Yuan, you should go and eat first..."

As a superior, it is your duty to be considerate of your subordinates; in a team, mutual cooperation and respect are essential.

Yuan Weihong then chuckled and led his men off the stage.

He was all too familiar with Liu Huanglong's gaze and behavior just now.

When Yuan Weihong first realized that Fang Ziye was taller than him, he was so anxious that he couldn't eat or sleep for a whole week before he finally adjusted his mindset.

These days, Yuan Weihong is having a great time entertaining his friends.

Then Liu Huanglong asked, "Ziye, are you tired? If not, you can continue operating?"

Deng Yong looked at Liu Huanglong, his eyes wide with fury.

Liu Huanglong looked at Deng Yong with more empathy. After quickly stepping off the operating table and leaving the operating room, he shouted to his subordinates in a loud voice: "Hurry up, hurry up! You're not even proactive enough when it's time to eat. You guys are no good."

Yan Zhiming, Li Yuanpei, and Jie Han immediately sped up a bit.

Looking at Yuan Weihong, I inexplicably feel that Yuan Weihong's "high profile" these days is a bit strange.

Does this mean that Wei Ge, who has calmed down for a while, is coming back?

Yuan Weihong led his team out of the operating room quickly.

In the operating room, Luo Tingzhu witnessed an unbelievable scene.

On the operating table, Fang Ziye nodded in response, and the surgery continued. Fang Ziye was the primary surgeon, with Liu Huanglong as the first assistant and Deng Yong as the second, bringing the surgery to a close...

In the end, her boyfriend turned out to be very outstanding.

Finally, after a short time since arriving, Liu Huanglong, who had once seemed "high and mighty" to everyone, has become more down-to-earth.

Finally, this surgery, which lasted for more than ten hours, is about to come to an end, ushering in an incredible reversal and rebirth.

Of course, after operating for more than an hour, Fang Ziye's hands finally stiffened. He put down the microscopic instruments, tightened his trembling right hand, and said, "Professor Liu, I can't go on."

"If we continue, I might experience muscle spasms."

Liu Huanglong immediately shook his shoulders, regaining his carefully cultivated smile, and said, "It's okay, I'm here for you."

(End of this chapter)