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Chapter 422 Such Joy (Please Subscribe)
Not long after Fang Ziye finished speaking, Nie Mingxian next door stood up straight.

He said, "Mr. Fang, should I or you stitch up this cut on my ankle? Or should we pack it up and deal with it when I get to the operating table?"

For an emergency surgery clinic to request a consultation from the trauma center, there needs to be a proper reason.

Nie Mingxian's words surprised both Huang Yan, the chief resident of neurosurgery and the deputy chief physician of the emergency department, so much that they could hardly close their legs. They looked at the source of the voice with trembling expressions, their faces conflicted and uneasy.

Fang Ziye was quite surprised to hear this, but he also knew that this was a game that Nie Mingxian was playing with him in jest. Nie Mingxian wanted to show that he was really good and not bad at all.

He may not be as good as Fang Ziye, but he's a little bit better than the average vascular surgeon at Zhongnan Hospital.

Fang Ziye took a few steps forward and carefully examined the wound on his ankle. It must have been scraped by an unknown object. It was an irregular wound about 5cm long with not much blood.

"Let's deal with this on the operating table. The patient's vital signs are still not very stable, so let's not waste the consultation time of other departments."

“I’ll write down my opinion…” Fang Ziye grabbed the patient’s medical record and began to write.

For this wound, the only suggestion was to clean and suture it promptly.

Consultations with neurosurgeons, thoracic surgeons, vascular surgeons, and general surgeons are recommended.

After finishing all that, Fang Ziye looked at Huang Yan, who had already finished making the call: "Director Huang, we've almost finished handling the emergency cases at our trauma center, so I'm going next door now."

Huang Yan put away his phone and reached out to stop him: "Who is this?"

Fang Ziye couldn't directly reveal Nie Mingxian's identity, so he stepped forward mysteriously and said, "Director Huang, do you remember that patient who fell from a building last time and suffered a large bone loss? He said he encountered a master at renting out apartments?"

Huang Yan certainly didn't remember. Just as his eyes were slightly dazed, an attending physician in the emergency department remembered and pointed at Nie Mingxian.

"Director Huang, this should be the 'undercover expert' we've been talking about a while ago." The speaker was Zhou Yuanzhen, an attending physician in the emergency department, who had been working alongside Deputy Director Huang Yan for a long time.

Upon hearing this, Huang Yan glanced at Nie Mingxian and then at Fang Ziye.

"What are you two doing?"

Upon hearing this, Nie Mingxian, who had just taken off his gloves, humbly replied, "I'm here to learn and train under General Manager Fang."

"Hello, Director Huang. My name is Nie Mingxian."

"For further studies?" Huang Yan muttered to himself...

As a visiting doctor, Huang Yan couldn't easily change his training department, so he had to suppress some of his ideas.

After Fang Ziye carefully reviewed the CT results again, he gestured for Nie Mingxian to come and take a look as well. Nie Mingxian still did not speak, which proved that Nie Mingxian had indeed finished treating all the arteries he had just described.

This speed is both fast and good.

After that, the two walked to the trauma center clinic next door.

While walking, Fang Ziye sent a message to Wang Yuanqi: "Brother Qi, there is a trauma patient in the emergency surgery clinic who needs to be operated on. I have checked, and the incisions in our trauma center are not large."

"But there is damage to the blood vessels in the abdomen and the liver, so surgery is required. It is inconvenient for us to operate on the spot. We would appreciate it if Brother Qi could come down and handle it."

After sending the WeChat message, Fang Ziye sent Wang Yuanqi a picture of the partial wound.

"Thanks for your hard work, Brother Ye!" Wang Yuanqi replied with five words and a symbol.

It flashed again for a moment, then said the other party was typing...

About a minute later, Wang Yuanqi sent a message: "Brother Ye, we'll always be brothers."

Wang Yuanqi probably wanted to add some words afterward, but even the comma wasn't completely removed after deleting it.

“Of course, Brother Qi,” Fang Ziye replied with a smile.

It is estimated that after Wang Yuanqi returned to the Department of Trauma Surgery, he was 'received' by Professor Han Yuanxiao, and perhaps he even drew something.

It doesn't matter. As long as Wang Yuanqi's heart is still with Professor Deng Yong, that's fine. Actually, it's understandable if his heart isn't with Professor Deng Yong.

If a person does not serve himself, he will be destroyed by heaven and earth.

After putting away his phone, Fang Ziye returned to the trauma center's consultation room with Nie Mingxian. Then, Fang Ziye looked at his control panel.

[Knowledge Points Gained: 2301! Current Knowledge Point Balance: 45201.2!]

Compared to personally diagnosing and treating patients, the gains from acquiring knowledge points will definitely be reduced significantly.

However, for this type of acute vascular injury, treatment and diagnosis are almost equally important.

Since clearing his knowledge points last time, Fang Ziye has accumulated more than 40,000 knowledge points again.

This is the benefit of performing major surgeries and gaining more surgical authority.

"Ziye, why are you looking at me like that?"

"When I was doing it, it wasn't as outrageous as yours, was it?" Nie Mingxian said with a touch of pride and self-satisfaction.

It's as if to say, if I don't show off in front of you, you'll really think that Brother Xian is just a fame-seeker.

“We’re good brothers.” Fang Ziye grinned, borrowing the words Wang Yuanqi had just said.

This feels so right.

Working with Nie Mingxian allows me to gain knowledge points without having to learn the ropes myself—it feels just right!

Nie Mingxian's chubby face twitched slightly. He stood up and washed his hands again before replying, "You don't really consider me a good brother. Is this how you usually think of your brothers?"

Fang Ziye had already sat down and clicked on the information of patients who had been treated in the trauma center's emergency department. There were no patients who had not been treated. Then he looked at Nie Mingxian and wiped his hands again: "Brother Xian, I should be considered relatively simple-minded, right? Maybe you're overcomplicating things for me."

Fang Ziye was unaware of Nie Mingxian's perspective, but through his interactions with Nie Mingxian, he learned that Nie Mingxian's experiences were far richer than his own.

"Anyway, there are pitfalls both ways. Compared to this pitfall, Wu Xuanqi's appetite is much bigger."

“Someone like me is now left with nothing but hanging around with others. It doesn’t matter who I hang around with, it just depends on where I feel more comfortable,” Nie Mingxian joked.

Chatting with Nie Mingxian made Fang Ziye feel more comfortable and relaxed than chatting with anyone else.

For example, Fang Ziye would be a little reserved around Xiong Jinhuan, Li Yuanpei, and even Yan Zhiming, afraid that if he didn't say something right, it would make them feel uncomfortable.

There was still a slight rift between her and her senior brother Wang Yuanqi. The road ahead was long, and while her own path seemed smooth, Wang Yuanqi's path was still full of thorns.

Fang Ziye could not comprehend the effort that his senior brother Wang Yuanqi had to put in to overcome obstacles, and Wang Yuanqi could not envy Fang Ziye's current ease and composure, where he only needed to take one step at a time, and basically no one would be a stumbling block in his way.

Only Nie Mingxian.

Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian were not classmates or fellow students, so they had a lot to talk about. More importantly, Nie Mingxian possessed a unique confidence when facing Fang Ziye, which made their conversation very relaxed.

"Brother Xian, one day I'll follow you too!" Fang Ziye's expression was solemn, and his tone was serious.

That one point alone is enough for Fang Ziye to study for a long time.

Nie Mingxian can modify and adjust dialysis equipment in the hematology department, which is enough to completely outperform more than 99% of doctors.

There are no useless skills; it's all about how you combine them.

One thing is certain: when it comes to screwing in screws, orthopedic surgeons are definitely not as good as professional screw-driving staff. It's just that orthopedic surgeons don't have as much time to practice screwing in screws, while professional screw-driving staff don't have the knowledge accumulation of orthopedic surgeons.

Nie Mingxian sat down, crossed his legs, and said with a smile, "Ziye, what I know more about than you is perspective."

"Being a doctor can be very simple, or it can be quite complicated."

"I don't know how much you know about cardiovascular surgery, but I can say for sure that since interventional surgery and artificial valves were developed, the number of surgeries performed has been decreasing."

"I'm referring to the comparison with traditional open surgery," Nie Mingxian said.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye seemed to be deep in thought.

“In fact, our ancient sages had already shown us a very clear route to a similar path.”

"Just like the development of agriculture in ancient times, you can see that every leap in productivity was mostly due to the improvement of tools, rather than changes in the local climate or improvements in the cultivated land."

"Farming tools, the domestication of oxen, fertilizer, seeds... right..."

"Actually, in modern times, many people have been misled into thinking that using tools is a sign of a decline in our abilities!"

"In reality, the reason why humans can be 'relatively' positioned in the higher food chain of nature is because of tools; there is nothing else."

"Aside from language, writing, books, and machines, what is special about humankind?"

“There is no such thing as human instinct. We humans don’t have any lofty instincts.” Nie Mingxian’s slowly uttered thoughts finally made Fang Ziye understand something different.

Peking Union Medical College is one of the top medical schools in my country.

Nie Mingxian was able to stand out there, and the experience he gained there—the knowledge, education, people, and teachers—was incomparable to Fang Ziye's.

Fang Ziye asked with slight doubt, "Brother Xian, but what you're saying has a premise: isn't it that the theory must first be elevated?"

The education Fang Ziye received emphasized the importance of fundamental theories, as theoretical advancement is the foundation for all other advancements.

"Any theory that cannot be combined with other tools is just a piece of paper."

"In other words, a theory that can be directly applied to real-world tools is called a theory that is effective in reality."

"Forces that cannot be combined with real-world tools in the short term are called future effective theories."

"Many philosophical theories were already explained and applied by the sages during the Warring States period," Nie Mingxian asked.

"I used some of it," Fang Ziye replied very cautiously.

"You think you've completed the closed loop just because you've only used a few things? Well, I can come up with some theories now, like how humans ultimately coexist with nature."

"Or rather, the birth, aging, illness and death of human beings are the most natural laws of human development. They are a comprehensive reflection of an individual's genes, past experiences and lifestyle. The existence of human medicine is against humanity and against the laws of natural development, so it should not exist. Do you agree with this statement?" Nie Mingxian asked again.

Once you start chatting, you can open up a bit more.

This is not only a chat, but also a collision of ideas between the two people.

Fang Ziye did not reply, so Nie Mingxian said, "If you are not injured, you will basically not suffer a fracture. If your bone quality is good enough, you will not suffer a fragility fracture."

"Without factors such as high blood pressure, stress, or tension, the chance of an aortic dissection is very small. Once it occurs, there must be various inherent causes. If it has damaged its own structure, shouldn't it be left to fend for itself in terms of life and death?"

Why are you developing healthcare?

"Furthermore, according to the so-called 'simple' concept of modern people—'If you don't do stupid things, you won't die; if you do stupid things, you deserve to die'—there would be no need for hospitals to exist. We are all adults, so we can take care of our own life and death."

Nie Mingxian summarized: "The essence of a hospital is actually a tool, and we doctors are simply part of that tool for treating and saving lives!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye scratched his head and said, "Brother Xian, now that you've said that, I suddenly feel like there's no light left in my life."

"Oh dear!" Nie Mingxian waved his hand and sighed.

“Ziye, what’s wrong with being a tool? Just help wherever you’re needed and follow the steps. Don’t think too highly of yourself.”

"Your personal job is just a tool for earning money for your family."

"You are an inseparable part of the family. So, people only realize they are human when they return home."

"Wherever you are in the world, you are a tool for others to make money."

Do you accept my sophistry using this tool?

Nie Mingxian nodded with great satisfaction as he said this: "It seems that the debating skills I learned during my undergraduate studies have not been neglected."

Fang Ziye looked a little annoyed.

You can't say that Nie Mingxian's words are unreasonable.

Once a person steps out of their home, they become one of the 'tools' for others to make a living. Whether you take the subway, take the bus, go for a walk, or go to work, you are all tools for others to make a living and earn money.

Even when you go to school, you become a tool for someone else's 'work'!

It sounds reasonable.

Fang Ziye then humbly asked, "Brother Xian, you say this is sophistry, so where exactly did things go wrong?"

“We can all choose not to be tools.” Nie Mingxian smiled.

As the two were talking, Fang Ziye wanted to ask something more, but the door to the trauma center's clinic was pushed open, and a middle-aged man wearing a finger brace walked in from outside.

Upon seeing the visitor, Nie Mingxian's first reaction was to stand up and greet him: "Hello, are you feeling unwell?"

The other person walked in on their own, so their vital signs should be fine.

But as soon as Nie Mingxian finished speaking, Fang Ziye stood up and went to greet him: "Brother Qi!"

The visitor was none other than Michie from the vascular surgery department.

Mi Qi smiled and squinted her eyes. Then, when Fang Ziye approached, she used her injured hand to perform a "dragon claw" hand grab, which pinched Fang Ziye a little painfully. Fang Ziye shrank back to avoid it.

"Hahahaha!" Mi Qi laughed as he removed the brace from his right hand with his left.

Then he gestured and asked, "Brother, how's my hand recovering?"

Mi Qi's left hand was injured, and he's here to play a joke on Fang Ziye.

Similarly, this is also a big gift for Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye's memory was still quite good. He stepped forward again and looked at Mi Qi's left hand. The scar on the palm of his left hand was still there, but the dexterity of his left hand was now comparable to that of a normal person. Fang Ziye said, "Brother Qi, can you squeeze my hand?"

As a doctor, the happiest thing is to perfectly solve a disease that no one else can solve, and then have the patient come back for a follow-up visit.

Upon hearing this, Miqi skillfully used his index finger and thumb, middle finger and thumb, ring finger and thumb, and little finger and thumb to perform the pinching motion.

He continued, "Before coming to the clinic today, I made a special trip to the practice room. My skills were alright; I could complete procedures such as debridement, suturing, knotting, and puncture."

"Although I'm not as strong as before I was injured, I've at least recovered more than 60% of my strength." Mi Qi's tone was calm at first, but as he spoke, he broke down.

Saliva even splattered from his mouth.

Fang Ziye patted the white coat on his chest with his left hand: "Brother Qi, what are you doing? Even if you think my surgery was bad, there's no need to spit on me."

Nie Mingxian swayed back and forth, unsure of the newcomer's identity.

Fang Ziye then quickly introduced them to each other.

Upon hearing this, Nie Mingxian introduced himself: "Dr. Mi, my name is Nie Mingxian. Please take care of me in the future."

Seeing that Nie Mingxian was trying to play dumb to deceive others, Fang Ziye didn't give him the chance and immediately revealed his true colors: "Brother Qi, Dr. Nie is now a doctor in our trauma surgery department, but he used to be Professor Qin Xuelin's beloved student in the vascular surgery department of Peking Union Medical College Hospital."

Upon hearing the name Qin Xuelin, Mi Qi trembled slightly.

His mouth gaped open in surprise: "Professor Qin's student? Trauma surgeon? What are you guys doing?"

Mitchell was no novice in vascular surgery; having already been promoted to associate professor, he certainly knew the leading experts in cardiovascular surgery.

In Kyoto, besides the group of outstanding people from Fuwai Hospital, there are also some professors from Peking Union Medical College Hospital who can rival them, among whom Professor Qin Xuelin is one of the few who can compete with them.

Of course, even the director of the cardiovascular surgery department at Zhongnan Hospital didn't meet the entry requirements for such a competitive arena.

Perhaps only professors in the cardiovascular surgery department of Peking Union Medical College Hospital have a slight chance.

Upon hearing this, Nie Mingxian's expression turned melancholy: "Brother Ye, Brother Qi, let's not talk about this painful thing anymore."

Mickey immediately thought of a possibility and looked around.

He stretched out his left hand and probed: "Trauma surgery isn't fun, come to our vascular surgery department, the vascular surgery department of our hospital?"

Mi Qi originally wanted to boast a bit, but in front of Nie Mingxian, he quickly changed the subject: "He has a very high degree of potential and a lot of room for improvement, which is perfect for you, Xiao Nie, to show your skills."

Upon hearing Mi Qi's words, Fang Ziye couldn't hold back any longer: "Brother Qi, that's not funny!"

"Brother, I did help with your surgery, and you come here to visit me, only to sabotage my business and steal my brother. That sounds really bad!"

Fang Ziye had outmaneuvered Mi Qi, who dared not refute him.

He then looked at Fang Ziye and said, "Ziye, you can't say that. Talented people need to be placed in the right positions to maximize their effectiveness."

"Ziye, brothers are brothers..."

Fang Ziye rolled his eyes upon hearing this.

Mi Qi then approached Nie Mingxian and asked, "Dr. Nie, I remember you gave a presentation at the National Orthopedics Conference ten or seven or eight years ago, right? Were you a master's or doctoral student at that time?"

Upon hearing this, Nie Mingxian finally became serious: "Professor Mi, you happened to be in the breakout session at the time? I only did that once, which was just sharing some of the things that the teacher had done, it doesn't count as giving a report."

Mi Qi didn't believe Nie Mingxian's modesty: "That's not right, Dr. Nie. I remember that time, you answered three or four questions. One of the questions was that a professor from Southern Medical University asked you why you didn't go to the graduate student meeting."

"Your answer is that this is not suitable for a graduate student meeting."

Fang Ziye glanced at Nie Mingxian again. Had he met a fan or a kindred spirit?
Nie Mingxian: "..."

Finally, after chatting for a good ten minutes, Mi Qi became very disappointed in Nie Mingxian.

He muttered indignantly, "Why would someone want to crawl into the carpenters' pile for no reason?"

"Hey!" Fang Ziye stood up immediately.

He tapped on the table: "Brother Qi, you can go out now. Don't disturb my work."

Mickey then realized that they were in the trauma center's emergency room, and that his "savior" was sitting next to him: "Ziye, don't misunderstand, that's not what I meant."

"Is that what you mean? I'll politely ask you to leave, Brother Qi."

"If you want to express your gratitude, don't thank me, the carpenter, or the tailor who specializes in hand surgery. Go to the surgery department and find the noble surgeon."

As Fang Ziye spoke, he pushed Mi Qi out and closed the door behind him.

Even though they work in the same company, this kind of occupational discrimination is intolerable to Fang Ziye.

"Ziye, I've come to express my gratitude. I'm a patient, you know?" Mi Qi smiled radiantly, one eye closed.

"No need to thank me. I've already made money off you. What's there to thank me for? You're my provider, I should be the one thanking you!" Fang Ziye clasped his hands together.

Mickey immediately closed the door.

Fang Ziye's words were definitely spoken in a fit of anger.

Nie Mingxian sat down again and said, "Ziye, isn't your sarcastic tone a bit excessive?"

Mi Qi only mentioned carpenter, and Fang Ziye immediately flew into a rage.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye said, "Brother Xian, Brother Qi, for his surgery, I risked offending the professor of anesthesiology and being labeled as a 'pretentious wolf,' so I took the initiative to 'throw myself into his arms.'"

"At that time, with Professor Liu Huanglong, Professor Ni Yaoping from our hand surgery department, and other senior professors present, I took the initiative to go on stage."

"Anyone can be sarcastic, but I don't think Brother Qi can say something like that!~"

You could say that Fang Ziye did have some guilt in taking the initiative to perform surgery on Mi Qi, because he had experienced Huang Kai's incident before.

But whatever the reason, Fang Ziye took a great risk.

Actively seeking to demonstrate one's abilities in front of others could easily offend people and lead to misunderstandings between the trauma surgery and hand surgery wards, but Fang Ziye still did it.

Without any background information, Nie Mingxian felt that Fang Ziye was being a bit too sensitive. After Fang Ziye's explanation, Nie Mingxian realized that perhaps he had made Mi Qi too sensitive.

Since he was at least a half-fan, Nie Mingxian took the initiative to explain, "Ziye, don't be angry. Give me some face. If you say anything more, I'll have to apologize to you."

Fang Ziye stretched and said, "It's not that I'm angry, it's just that I feel that these kinds of unconsciously said words always make people unconsciously break down."

"What era is this? Still using the old carpentry and tailoring methods?"

"So the proctology department is really just latrine cleaners, the urology department is just sewer cleaners, the vascular surgery department is just plumbers, and the neurosurgery department is just electricians?"

What kind of job is gynecology?

"I was talking about gynecology, not obstetrics."

Nie Mingxian did not answer directly: "That's right. After Dr. Fang has grown up, he has started to consider the reputation of the entire college. His vision has broadened by more than one dimension."

"Awesome!~"

Just as Fang Ziye was about to reply, Mi Qi shamelessly poked her head in again: "Dr. Fang, Ziye, Brother Ye, Brother Ye? Are you calmed down? Xiaomi, may I come in?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's lips twitched slightly.

Well, Mickey is a real talent.

"Brother Qi, I was just joking before."

"Actually, you don't need to take it too seriously. I believe that if I were injured, Brother Qi, you would definitely do your best to perform the surgery for me," Fang Ziye explained, and then opened the door.

After Mi Qi came in, he still looked at Nie Mingxian with some regret.

However, he still carefully kept his mouth shut: "One thing at a time, I should thank you if I should."

"As a fellow surgeon, Ziye, you should know what a great salvation it is that you were able to save my career."

"If it weren't for you, I might have developed psychological trauma from the stress. The pain I felt before you came in to administer anesthesia is still haunting me."

"Now that I've recovered so well, of course I'm coming to see you for a follow-up check-up."

“This familiar place, this familiar location, this familiar taste.” Mi Qi sat down again after entering the room, and quickly changed the subject.

Upon hearing Mi Qi's words, Fang Ziye realized that this consultation room used to be Mi Qi's main battlefield.

The trauma center was built because the vascular surgery department was short-staffed, and the vascular surgery emergency room was demolished.

Seeing that Mi Qi's words resonated with him, Fang Ziye stopped joking.

……

Miki had truly grown attached to this place; she stayed until the three of them ate their boxed lunches there before leaving.

Mi Qi finally broke down again: "Ziye, I can't thank you enough for such a great kindness."

"There were no small gifts, nothing at all. Even when you treated me to lunch, I didn't stand on ceremony and expect money."

In short, our words must be matched by our actions!

"No matter when."

"Thank you, Brother Qi. I won't hesitate to ask for your help in the future." Fang Ziye stood at the door to see him off.

Mi Qi nodded and looked at Nie Mingxian: "Dr. Nie, it's actually quite good for you to be here. I thank you on their behalf."

After saying that, Mickey walked away.

The "they" he was referring to were the emergency patients who would need treatment in the future. With two top experts like Nie Mingxian and Fang Ziye around, they could definitely help many people turn the tide.

After Mi Qi left, Nie Mingxian asked, "Was this the doctor who was seeing patients in this room before?"

"Yes, that's right. A few months ago, Associate Professor Mi Qi was working in the vascular surgery emergency room here. He was the only associate professor in vascular surgery who was available."

“If the head of the department is assigned to administer the treatment, their skill level will be relatively limited,” Fang Ziye explained.

"This isn't about professional titles, it's about ability." After saying that, Nie Mingxian asked curiously, "Ziye, what did you feel just now?"

"What's it like to have your own personal patient follow-up appointment?"

"Are you proud?" Nie Mingxian's eyes lit up.

Fang Ziye initially thought Nie Mingxian was mocking him, but after looking closely, he realized that Nie Mingxian was genuinely curious.

Perhaps this is what Nie Mingxian was hoping for.

He had been away from the clinical department for many years. When he was in vascular surgery, Nie Mingxian did not have any patients of his own. At most, he followed his teacher.

Being a patient of a teacher means you become that patient's patient, and the sense of accomplishment during follow-up visits is a completely different concept.

"It's alright, a little bit, but not much." Fang Ziye pursed his lips.

As the two were talking, the door was turned open again, and Fang Songlin from the Department of Gastrointestinal Surgery led a patient in.

"Ziye, this is a patient who underwent mitral valve replacement surgery. He said he had been seeing Dr. Mitchell, but he couldn't find an appointment with Associate Professor Mitchell, so he came here."

"His last follow-up examination was in December of last year, and it was indeed Associate Professor Mitch's signature."

"I called the chief resident of vascular surgery, and he said he was currently performing emergency surgery and told the patient to register for a follow-up appointment at the outpatient clinic..."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye's eyes darted around quickly, and he said, "Wait a minute, Brother Fang, Professor Mi Qi just left. I'll give him a call!"

As Fang Ziye spoke, he made a phone call. While Fang Ziye explained the situation on the phone, Fang Songlin also explained to the patient that the patient was an elderly man in his sixties with half-white hair and a guilty smile on his face.

Miqi hadn't gone far when she received the call and soon arrived at the clinic wearing a hand surgical brace.

As soon as Mi Qi opened the door, the patient saw him and quickly stood up, holding his medical record in his hands: "Dr. Mi, I'm here to adjust my warfarin dosage. I had my mechanical valve replaced last year. Do you remember me?"

"I remember, I remember."

"Please sit down first. Let me take a look at your case. I'll ask Dr. Nie to write down his opinion for you later." Mi Qi smiled upon hearing this.

"My hand is a little inconvenient..."

"Your INR is a little high. What were you taking before? One and three-quarters, right? After you go back, alternate between one and three-quarters and one and a half pills. Come back for a check-up in three months..."

“If the INR value isn’t adjusted properly, it can easily induce bleeding,” Mickey explained patiently.

On the other side, Nie Mingxian understood and helped write the medical orders.

Michi is on leave and temporarily does not have the authority to see patients in the emergency department. The most rigorous approach is to have someone else with the authority write the medical orders on her behalf, but Michi will still see the patients.

Helping others brings joy, as Nie Mingxian wrote with delight.

Mitch sat opposite the patient in the patient chair and explained things carefully. Both of them were dressed in plain clothes. Mitch did not stop enjoying the patient's treatment because he was hurt by the patient.

"Right, make sure you get plenty of rest when you get back, and do some light exercise, but avoid heavy physical labor. Your valve can last a long time and won't affect your daily life..."

Fang Ziye stood aside, looking like an outsider, yet smiling like an insider!

After all, Michie will be able to enjoy this kind of happiness often in the future.

(End of this chapter)