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Chapter 421 Old Friends Meet Again (Please Subscribe)
Nie Mingxian had worked before, so he suggested, "Ziye, let's not think about these worries for now. Here, I'll treat you to coffee or milk tea, you choose one."

Nie Mingxian has gradually emerged from the shadow of his father's passing and is now much more cheerful.

The deceased is gone, and grief and remembrance are inevitable, but Nie Mingxian's father's death was not caused by Nie Mingxian; at most, it can only be attributed to Nie Mingxian's insufficient ability to earn money.

If insufficient earning ability is a crime, then there are very few innocent people in this world.

Fang Ziye turned to Gong Ziming and asked, "Ziming, what would you like to drink? Pick one."

Gong Ziming smiled casually: "I'm fine with anything, I'll drink whatever Brother Xian offers."

"Then let's make coffee. We need to start brewing it now."

"I don't know what will happen next." Nie Mingxian opened his phone and started ordering.

Gong Ziming spoke up after being called out, saying, "Brother Ye, actually, Senior Brother Yuanqi will come back again in the future."

"During the entire hospitalization process, it's definitely impossible to skip to an emergency consultation."

Fang Ziye glanced at Gong Ziming, nodded, and said teasingly, "Hmm, Ziming, are you afraid I'll have a problem with Senior Brother Wang?"

Gong Ziming was simply worrying unnecessarily; Wang Yuanqi was his direct disciple.

The general hospitalization phase is already a tough one, and to get past the emergency consultation task, you need the strong support of the head of the department and your teacher. Professor Han Yuanxiao believes that Wang Yuanqi and Xie Jinyuan in the emergency department are essentially setting up a private team for Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye's current professional title is not qualified to lead a small team, so he was assigned here. What can you say?
After all, I gave you a raise.

Director Han Yuanxiao's personnel authority must certainly be respected.

Gong Ziming used to be part of Deng Yong's large team. Hearing this, he shook his head and lowered his voice: "Brother Ye, I didn't mean that. Senior Brother Wang told me to explain it to you."

Nie Mingxian finished ordering and handed the phone back to Gong Ziming, then said, "Ziye, you can actually understand Professor Han."

"He is currently the director, and many of the things you do go over his head. He has tried to be nice to you, but in the end it didn't work."

"In this way, Professor Deng is still cheating for you right under Han Yuanxiao's nose. You'll be lucky to get a raise."

"Professional competence is not the only standard for measuring overall quality. To be a leader, one must have the decisiveness of a leader and be able to balance the mindset of subordinates!"

Fang Ziye looked at Nie Mingxian, thought about it seriously for a moment, and replied, "Brother Xian, you have a deep feeling about this!"

Nie Mingxian used to work at Enshi Central Hospital.

Based on Nie Mingxian's current abilities, Fang Ziye knew that back in the anesthesiology department, if Nie Mingxian was second in professional competence, even the director wouldn't dare to claim that he was absolutely number one.

After all, a level of proficiency that reaches the highest level is still very impressive in a prefecture-level city hospital.

It's not that doctors in prefecture-level city hospitals are not good enough; rather, highly qualified people are mostly selected for better, larger hospitals.

Nie Mingxian reacted very quickly, saying, "Ziye, your words are malicious."

"You mean, you really have a problem with Professor Han?"

Nie Mingxian quickly turned the tables and accused Fang Ziye of a serious crime.

Just as Fang Ziye was about to reply, the door to the emergency room of the trauma center was pushed open. Upon seeing this, everyone immediately straightened up and became well-behaved.

Then, a head popped in from outside the door.

The head only glanced furtively into the consultation room before fixing its gaze on Fang Ziye. After pushing open the door, Fang Songlin walked in carrying a large bag of coffee.

"Ziye, I've missed you so much, Brother Fang!" Fang Songlin walked in with a long-lost, melancholy expression, and then opened his arms.

His aggrieved old face made him look like a gay man.

The news that Fang Ziye would come to the Emergency Trauma Center was not announced in June, but was already confirmed in May.

Nie Mingxian seemed to be deep in thought, and Gong Ziming's hand holding the phone froze.

Fang Ziye quickly stood up: "Brother Fang, so you're my real older brother! ~ My eldest brother is still my eldest brother."

Fang Ziye didn't expect that as soon as he arrived at the clinic, Fang Songlin, who was on duty in the surgical clinic next door, would come over with coffee.

At that moment, Fang Ziye even thought that he should be the one to do this.

Ability is ability, friendship is friendship, and being sensible is being sensible; these three things are not on the same level.

Capable people are not good at socializing, and people who are good at socializing are not necessarily sensible.

"Brother Xian, this is my elder brother, Fang Songlin. He is an associate professor of gastrointestinal surgery."

"Brother Fang, this is my sworn brother, Brother Nie Mingxian!" Fang Ziye introduced them.

They didn't offend a single one.

Fang Songlin didn't look for any loopholes in Fang Ziye's words, but immediately asked, "Ziye, what's the situation here while you're on duty?"

"Send me the duty roster so we brothers can strengthen our bond."

In March and April, with Fang Ziye around, Fang Songlin was incredibly relaxed.

Although being on duty is tough, I'm not flustered at all. No matter what kind of messy situation I encounter, I can usually resolve it by calling Fang Ziye.

But in May, Fang Ziye left without warning. When Fang Songlin called the trauma center's emergency room again, he was subjected to some psychological manipulation by Xie Jinyuan. Fang Songlin had no one to confide in.

First, the workload has increased, requiring many more phone calls to be made.

Secondly, the mortality rate during working hours has also increased.

Of course, Fang Ziye also has his own job, and the trauma center also has its own job. Helping is a favor, not helping is their right, so Fang Songlin couldn't really complain.

Fang Ziye is a trauma surgeon, not an emergency room specialist.

But Fang Songlin was overjoyed when he learned that Fang Ziye had returned to the trauma center.

"Brother Fang, we don't need a duty roster anymore. From now on, Professor Xie will step down to the second line. In principle, I will stay in this clinic. If there are emergency surgeries that I can't handle, I will just pass them on to the department." Fang Ziye explained his work plan.

What Fang Ziye needs to do now is to be a tool.

For urgent consultations, minor emergency surgeries, and major emergency surgeries, reports are submitted directly. If there are elective surgeries scheduled in the department, Fang Ziye will perform the elective surgery and then report back to the emergency center afterward.

All the surgeries, nominally emergency surgeries, were arranged and performed by Associate Professors Wang Yuanqi and Xie Jinyuan, as well as attending physicians!

The chief resident is the indispensable tool for emergency consultations.

Upon hearing this, Fang Songlin's expression stiffened: "Ziye, you're not going to perform emergency surgery? Are you kidding me?"

"I'm not kidding, this is because our director is being considerate of me and reduced my workload, isn't it?"

"Brother Fang, can we still drink this coffee?" Fang Ziye smiled and gestured.

"Forget about the coffee thing, is this true or false? From now on, you won't be participating in emergency surgeries, only emergency consultations?"

"So besides emergency consultations, what else do you want to do?" Fang Songlin thought that Fang Ziye, the chief resident, was getting more and more comfortable.
If it's just an emergency consultation without emergency surgery, that's even better than him. After the consultation, he can just call someone else to perform the emergency surgery, and Fang Ziye can even continue to sleep soundly.

“I’ll do elective surgeries occasionally, but the rest of the time I eat, drink, and sleep as I please.” Fang Ziye’s tone was slightly smug.

Actually, this is just finding joy in hardship.

Fang Ziye is now gradually beginning to understand his master, Yuan Weihong.

In an awkward situation where you're neither here nor there, playing dumb and appearing naive makes you more likely to blend in and less likely to be viewed with suspicion.

Back then, everyone just treated Yuan Weihong as a joke, who would have thought that Yuan Weihong would eventually be awarded the title of Outstanding Young Scientist?

"You slept with the director, didn't you?"

"It's one thing if your own teacher is good to you, but what about your department head?"

"Holy crap?"

"What's your background? What's your wife's background?" Fang Songlin's words came out like a cannon, rattling off a whole bunch of questions.

From Fang Songlin's perspective, he had no idea what Fang Ziye was doing in the trauma surgery department.

However, Fang Ziye is now enjoying an incredibly leisurely life.

"Brother Fang, do you think it's possible that I have no background or connections, and am just strong, handsome, and very charming... *thud* Fang Ziye started rambling on and on."

But Fang Songlin interrupted him directly: "Go away, how come I never noticed how greasy you are, Ziye?"

"Since you're not doing emergency surgery anymore, I feel like all this coffee I've been drinking has been wasted."

"Sigh!" Fang Songlin sighed, then raised his left hand to check the time.

"Just kidding, Ziye. I have to go see patients. I just stopped by for a visit. If we haven't decided on supper yet, we can go to the break room in the back for some skewers after I get off work."

To avoid Fang Ziye misunderstanding, Fang Songlin added another explanation.

Despite the complaints, the friendship is still there. It's not that Fang Songlin will stop hanging out with Fang Ziye just because Fang Ziye isn't performing emergency surgeries; it's just a pity.

"Brother Fang, you go ahead and get busy."

……

After Fang Songlin left, Nie Mingxian, who was sipping his coffee, put it down on the table in disbelief: "Fang Songlin is an associate professor, and you, the attending physician, just passed your exam!"

"Today is your first day at the emergency trauma center, and he brings you coffee. Are you going to offer him something in return?"

Gong Ziming could answer this question: "Brother Nie, Professor Fang Songlin, Professor Chen Jiameng, and even Professor Liu Guo from the Breast and Thyroid Surgery Department have all come to me more than once to ask about Brother Ye."

"Sister Zhu Yihan from the respiratory department of the emergency internal medicine clinic, Sister Yu Zhu from the hematology department, and Brother Lü Liguo from the cardiology department also came to me to inquire."

"Ye Ge seems to get along well with the teachers around him."

Nie Mingxian couldn't help but give Fang Ziye a thumbs up: "These guys seem to know their stuff."

Although Nie Mingxian was praising him, Fang Ziye still felt that he was being sarcastic.

But it wasn't easy to refute: "Then let's see if they still have the same discerning eye."

Nie Mingxian will also have to "hang out" with Fang Ziye in the future. If they are too ignorant of his worth, it will prove that Nie Mingxian is not even as good as Fang Ziye.

Just then, a chubby man with a receding hairline sneaked in from outside.

She was also carrying a bag in her hand.

He entered with a fawning smile, but the smile froze as soon as he stepped inside: "Who came in before me? Shameless!"

Fang Ziye had met Deng Zhi, the chief resident of the emergency surgery department, two years ago when he was accompanying Brother Jin Hongzhou to see patients in the emergency room.

But Deng Zhi was a bit unlucky. Two years ago, because a subordinate failed to report it, his total length of stay in the hospital was extended by a year. It is already difficult to recruit people in the emergency department, and many new employees may leave before they can become residents.

Deng Zhi has been the chief resident for three years now, and no one has taken over yet.

Last month, the number of deaths in the emergency department increased compared to the previous two months. The medical affairs department also spoke with Deng Zhi to get a brief understanding of the situation.

Deng Zhi then realized that this younger brother in trauma surgery was a crucial asset and needed to be supported.

“It’s Brother Fang Songlin from next door, Brother Zhi!” Fang Ziye stood up again.

Deng Zhi immediately shut his mouth.

A senior attending physician who's about to be promoted to associate professor is someone you can't afford to offend. Deng Zhi is currently just a junior attending physician.

Seeing that Fang Ziye and the others each had a cup of coffee, Deng Zhi stepped forward and nudged Fang Ziye with his arm: "Ziye, then I'll distribute these things to our surgical ward, and say it's your treat."

Fang Ziye rolled his eyes and said, "Brother Zhi, how much is it? I'll transfer it to you."

"Five yuan and twenty cents, you can keep it." Deng Zhi rolled his eyes and strode out again.

Fang Ziye learned another trick from this set of social skills.

You can't hit someone who's smiling. If you're well-behaved and not trying to cheat or gain benefits, but simply trying to build good relationships with others, most people won't refuse your kindness.

If the purpose of gift-giving is to gain personal benefit, then there will always be a hierarchy of status.

Fang Ziye couldn't really transfer the money, so after seeing him off at the door, he said, "Brother Zhi, let's have dinner together sometime."

"I'll be waiting for you in bed tonight!" Deng Zhi replied with a very ambiguous statement, then drove off without lingering.

Fang Ziye was 'violated' but didn't think about retaliating. He turned around and yawned.

"Ziming, why don't you go and rest for a bit and see if you can get two or three hours of sleep? I'll wake you up later."

"We need to balance work and rest. There's still a long way to go. We have plenty of time to learn whatever we want," Fang Ziye said.

Gong Ziming thought about it and realized it was true. He then looked at Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian and said in a slightly ingratiating tone, "Brothers, I'll go and rest for a bit. Once I've had some rest and feel better, I'll come back to serve you."

As soon as Gong Ziming stuck out his butt, Fang Ziye knew what he was up to and replied, "There's no need for us to act like big shots when we're fellow disciples."

"Instead of spending money and wasting your time, you might as well be more diligent and make more trips."

"take a break."

"Oh, right, I just had coffee. Will I be able to sleep?" Fang Ziye suddenly remembered this.

Gong Ziming simply smiled.

...After Gong Ziming left, only Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian remained in the consultation room.

Nie Mingxian finally straightened up and interlaced his fingers: "Ziye, what do you think of Professor Han?"

"I don't know how to evaluate it. Maybe different positions will produce different opinions." Fang Ziye shook his head, took his coffee, leaned back in his chair, and, following Nie Mingxian's words, carefully gave feedback to Professor Han Yuanxiao.

He's neither good nor bad, he has his own thoughts, and he's sometimes genuine, but most of the time, Fang Ziye has little to do with Han Yuanxiao.

From Xiong Jinhuan's perspective, Professor Han Yuanxiao can be considered a qualified teacher.

Nie Mingxian then asked a pointed question: "Ziye, tell me, in the field of trauma surgery, is it Professor Han Yuanxiao who has been sidelined, or Professor Deng Yong?"

Fang Ziye turned his head upon hearing this, his face full of confusion.

I really don't know where Nie Mingxian's words came from.

"First of all, in Professor Han Yuanxiao's eyes, there are clearly three full professors in the department, but Professor Liu Huanglong doesn't lead a team. He only holds the title of director of the trauma center and works under Professor Deng Yong."

"Secondly, although Professor Deng Yong has nothing remarkable to show for himself at present, everyone in his group is a talented individual."

When Nie Mingxian said this, he noticed Fang Ziye's strange look and immediately explained, "This isn't an internet joke. Look at it from an objective perspective."

"Professor Liu, recipient of the Outstanding Young Scientist award; Brother Wei, recipient of the Excellent Young Scientist award; Professor Deng himself, head of the Department of General Surgery. And you, Fang Ziye, are a top talent."

"Under such circumstances, even if Han Yuanxiao integrates everyone from Professor Dong's previous group, he will still be at a complete disadvantage."

"These are the accumulations of scientific research."

"Let's talk about technological accumulation."

At this point, Nie Mingxian added, "Let's not even talk about that. There's no comparison between them, from top to bottom..."

"Who do you think has been sidelined? If I were Professor Han Yuanxiao, I would also feel quite aggrieved as the director."

Fang Ziye said, "Professor Liu is a free man, and Professor Han is also a free man. Everyone can make their own choices."

Yes! That's right!

"Even if Brother Wei follows Professor Deng, Professor Han can't find fault with him. If you follow Professor Deng, Professor Han Yuanxiao will be even less likely to have any objections."

"But being a mere tool that's been sidelined is really not fun."

“Professor Han also holds significant power over personnel matters, and he certainly wants to reverse this situation,” Nie Mingxian analyzed objectively.

"Furthermore, Professor Han is not completely ignorant of emergency department affairs. I personally believe that Professor Han brought you to the trauma center to improve the center's overall capabilities and see if it can reduce the mortality rate of emergency patients."

Fang Ziye narrowed his eyes: "Brother Xian, you overestimate me. Do you think I have that much ability?"

You have it!

"And it's not just what I think it is." Nie Mingxian said seriously, then threw the empty coffee box toward the trash can.

The coffee box popped out, and Nie Mingxian picked it up from in front of Fang Ziye, took a few steps forward, and then picked up the box from the ground and put it in the trash can.

Fang Ziye opened his eyes again and said, "But I can't stay in the trauma center forever."

Fang Ziye definitely couldn't imagine spending his entire life performing emergency surgeries in a trauma center, day and night.

Even if this is the most beneficial thing for emergency patients, Fang Ziye cannot do it.

This is a machine that provides medical services, not a doctor. Once the white coat is off, it's a living, breathing citizen.

Nie Mingxian sat down again: "Whether we stay or not is another matter, we'll stay as long as we can."

"We can only live in the present..."

Having reached this point, the two tacitly ended their discussion, as continuing the conversation would have made the topic rather sensitive.

Nie Mingxian also knew that if Fang Ziye was willing to give up everything and work in the emergency room, it would be a great blessing for the emergency patients who came to the hospital.

But for Fang Ziye, it was a great tragedy.

In this lifetime, after reading so many books and working so hard, most people will eventually have some desires of their own.

It's about earning more money or making life more interesting; it's definitely not about making life harder or turning yourself into a pure robot who earns money but doesn't spend it...

Of course, the two of them weren't idle either.

Soon, Fang Songlin brought two patients with dislocations to the hospital.

They are all shoulder dislocations!
It was quite a coincidence that the two got into a fight and ended up in a ditch together. After falling in the same direction, they both suffered anterior shoulder dislocations, one on the left and one on the right.

Right outside the trauma center's consultation room, the two men were still arguing.

"Why didn't you give way? You were going the wrong way!"

"What the hell is this about walking against traffic or not? Are you crazy?"

"I am sick, I am mentally ill, what can you do about it?" the fat man said fearlessly.

"You're talking like you're not a little crazy," the tall man immediately retorted sharply.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye advised, "Alright, alright, one of you go out first. You go into the consultation room first and see the doctor. Then you can wait outside for a bit."

"Why should I wait? I arrived at the hospital first!" The tall patient, who was being told to leave by Fang Ziye, was unhappy.

The other person, thinking he had probably won, arrogantly turned his head away, as if he didn't want to acknowledge this idiot.

"Whether you arrive at the hospital first or later is none of my business. Whoever gets into this consultation room first is the one I'll see first. Do you expect me to stand at the hospital entrance and watch who arrives first? Would I even be able to get any medical treatment then?"

“There’s a nurse at the information desk at the entrance of the emergency department. She can vouch for you to go to the hospital first. Go find them for treatment, don’t come looking for me,” Fang Ziye said, pointing to the people behind him.

Clearly, this person wasn't mentally ill; after listening, he stopped complaining, turned around, and walked out of the consultation room.

Fang Ziye then began to conduct a normal consultation, and after diagnosing it as a simple anterior dislocation, he handed the case over to Nie Mingxian.

Nie Mingxian happily led the patient to a special treatment room behind the clinic and used the external rotation reduction method to fix the repositioning.

Nie Mingxian put on the forearm sling for the patient and led the patient out. Fang Ziye was outside, having also completed manual reduction for the next patient, and was now putting on the forearm sling.

There was nothing wrong at first, but the tall guy seemed to want to stir things up: "Come on, now that everyone's out of the woods, let's go outside and talk some more?"

"Fine, let's talk! Do you think I'm afraid of you? Come on, let's talk now!" The fat man was still unwilling to back down, as if he had forgotten the pain of his past mistakes, and was about to rush forward.

However, halfway through, the fat man was stopped by Nie Mingxian's outstretched hand: "No, this is a hospital, fighting is prohibited in hospitals."

"If you have any conflicts, go outside and find the police to resolve them. Don't cause trouble here."

Nie Mingxian had a cold demeanor and a strong grip, so the fat man tried to push her away twice but failed. He could only talk back, pointing to the door and saying, "Let's talk outside."

"Fine, I'll leave then." The tall man stood up before Fang Ziye could finish his work.

Fang Ziye pushed him down, and he sat back down on the stool: "Nie Mingxian, take the other patient out first. Take him to the emergency room entrance."

Both of them were clearly intimidated, but they wouldn't back down verbally, refusing to offer any way out, which could easily lead to a fight.

After the fat man was sent away, Fang Ziye advised, "Brother, why did you two do this? You went out and ended up paying for his medical expenses, and he paid for yours. You both went back with bruises. What's the point?"

The tall man obediently stepped down from the stage, following Fang Ziye's words: "Doctor, you don't know, this is a lunatic. This afternoon I went for a walk and was bumped by the bag he was carrying. The contents of the bag spilled out, and he turned around and said I was going the wrong way."

"You insist that I pay for it."

"People walking against the flow of traffic in the park?"

"We should install a traffic light at his house so he'll learn to watch his surroundings."

Fang Ziye finished putting on the forearm sling, and while gesturing for the patient to stand up, he said, "What's in that bag that's worth you squeezing?"

"I don't know, he started a fight with me, he's a complete lunatic," the tall patient said.

"If you don't know, then let it go. Otherwise, if you call the police, it will be considered mutual fighting, and you'll both have to go to jail for a few days. It's a lose-lose situation, and it's really not worth it."

“However, since you spilled other people’s things, if you’re going to pay for it, you can pay a reasonable amount. We’re all civilized people, and we’re not unreasonable,” Fang Ziye said.

The tall man said, "I can pay you back, it's not like I'm being unreasonable. But he won't tell me what I should pay back."

Fang Ziye: "..."

This was beyond his capabilities.

……

However, when Nie Mingxian came in, Fang Ziye heard a different version.

The tall guy is the one who actually has a mental illness, and the fat guy is the tall guy's brother-in-law.

The tall man developed Alzheimer's disease at a young age, and he no longer recognized many people. He had forgotten many things, and his mental state was very unclear.

The fat man heard from the doctor that if he simulated some old events, it might help the tall man recall something, and there are currently no good treatment options for Alzheimer's disease.

So the fat guy decided to reenact their first encounter, which was like a fight that led to them becoming friends, and they actually ended up fighting...

"Who's the lunatic here? Isn't Fatty his brother-in-law? How could a normal person with Alzheimer's disease get into a fight?" Fang Ziye asked, puzzled.

Nie Mingxian shook his head: "Who can figure this out? We can only handle shoulder dislocations. Can you even understand the logic behind it?"

"Let's just consider it an amusingly silly thing."

Fang Ziye sighed and said, "That's true."

Just as he was about to say something more, Fang Ziye received a call from Fang Songlin. Immediately afterwards, Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian rushed to the emergency surgical clinic next door.

After being informed that the patient had been taken to the emergency room, the two also went to the emergency room.

"Dr. Fang, you've come at the perfect time. Come and take a look." As soon as Fang Ziye arrived at the door, Associate Chief Physician Huang Yan quickly waved to him.

At the same time, Fang Ziye also discovered that Huang Yan, one of the chief residents of neurosurgery, was also on duty today.

"Junior Brother Fang, what good timing! There's someone here with an injured abdominal blood vessel..."

Yes, there is more than one person named Huang Yan at Zhongnan Hospital.

Since they were a man and a woman, Fang Ziye quickly distinguished them.

Without a reply or any instructions, Nie Mingxian rushed forward immediately, while Fang Ziye was a beat slower.

When discussing vascular diseases, I could offer Nie Mingxian some guidance, which might help train him to become a more professional vascular surgeon.

Nie Mingxian glanced at the patient's wound and guessed that it might be an injured artery. After quickly putting on gloves, he asked, "Has the hemostasis been achieved with packing?"

Associate Chief Physician Huang Yan nodded: "The bleeding was temporarily stopped when the ambulance arrived. The vascular surgery consultant hasn't arrived yet, so we don't know the specific situation. The patient just arrived."

Huang Yan was halfway through his sentence when he saw Nie Mingxian preparing to open the wound.

"you?"

Fang Ziye interrupted, "Director Huang, let's stop chatting for now! Prepare to establish an intravenous line, monitor blood oxygen levels and respiratory rate, and be ready to perform a tracheotomy if the situation deteriorates."

"Does the patient have an intracranial hematoma?" Fang Ziye asked, seeing that Nie Mingxian had already opened the outermost layer of the wound and begun a simple examination. He then inquired about other aspects of the patient's condition.

Fang Ziye had complete trust in Nie Mingxian's emergency treatment.

Last month, when Nie Mingxian went out to look for a house, he encountered a patient who had fallen from a building. It was Nie Mingxian who happened to be there, which is why the patient's vital signs were saved.

"We had a full-body CT scan, no contrast enhancement. Would you like to take a look, Mr. Fang?" Huang Yanmei, the chief resident of neurosurgery, pointed and asked.

“Okay!” Fang Ziye nodded immediately.

With the examination data available, Fang Ziye wouldn't need to use his physical examination skills to read the patient's condition. While physical examinations are useful, CT scans certainly provide a more detailed view.

The CT scanner was already on, and Fang Ziye could immediately see the corresponding layers after sitting down.

Then, Fang Ziye remotely controlled the situation: "Wound in the lower right abdomen, injury to the right ureteral artery, injury to the right superior vesical artery, and injury to the left lateral sacral artery."

"Injury to the superior bladder vein and the inferior gluteal vein!"

"The structures of the major arteries and veins are in good condition, with no obvious organ contusion."

"Director Huang, but shouldn't we still ask someone from the hepatobiliary surgery department for a consultation?"

"Wasn't there no bruising?" Huang Yan asked.

Reading vascular injuries on a CT scan is extremely difficult. Even without contrast enhancement, only a few radiologists can read vascular injuries, so how could emergency room doctors possibly do it?
“If there are other circumstances, I am not at liberty to make a diagnosis, and I am not a professional.”

"Please accept one." Fang Ziye said, then swiped up and down a few more times!
The neurosurgery resident finally relaxed and smiled broadly: "Dr. Fang, there's no intracranial or extracranial hematoma, is there?"

Previously, Huang Yan didn't dare to directly state his diagnosis in front of Fang Ziye, for fear of being embarrassed.

This scene was captured by everyone in the emergency department, but no one thought Huang Yan was being overly cautious.

Although Fang Ziye is an old friend and everyone is happy that he has returned, his presence will also make everyone more cautious in their diagnoses, and they will not dare to be too casual.

Love and hate go hand in hand!

……

(End of this chapter)