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Chapter 424 Live Surgery and Feud (Please Subscribe)
"Ziye, there is a national orthopedic surgery competition coming up soon, in late June."

"I received a mass invitation from the organizers. Do you want to come over for a chat?" On June 9th, the second day of the college entrance examination, my mentor Deng Yong visited the emergency room of the trauma center and asked.

Upon hearing this, Nie Mingxian immediately picked up his phone and started searching for something.

Fang Ziye then brought Deng Yong a cup of tea and explained, "Master, I won't get involved."

“I’m currently in the final stage of my residency, and I’m still in the trauma center clinic. If I take leave, Professor Xie will personally come to see me.”

"Teacher Xie isn't Qin Ge Luo Luo Ge either, so it's not quite appropriate."

While checking the phone, Nie Mingxian silently complained to himself: Thank you so much!
"Don't you want to go?" Deng Yong's tone was still a little disappointed.

"This is a national-level competition. If we can achieve good results here, then we can basically be considered as having a place at the national orthopedic conference in the future."

"Moreover, the reward this time is really good. If you can get a good ranking, we might not need to trouble Professor Liu when we go out to study again."

Deng Yong actually wanted Fang Ziye to go out and "show off".

Wealth and honor do not return to their hometown, just like walking in brocade at night.

Deng Yong and others have probably been waiting for this for many years. They didn't have the opportunity before, and they may have sent people to compete, but the results were so-so. Other hospitals probably wouldn't recognize their 'good results' at all.

When Fang Ziye heard Deng Yong say this, he became troubled: "Master, you see, this year's Hubei Province Orthopedic Young Doctors' Mid-Year Skills Competition is in the middle of this month. According to the meeting schedule, I need to ask for at least five days off."

"After all, you signed me up for a live surgery broadcast, asked me to give an academic presentation, and made me a judge for a competition, demonstrating a competition item."

"My mentor, Professor Yuan, arranged a purely basic scientific research report for me."

"It would indeed be inappropriate to take another leave of absence."

Such live surgical demonstrations, academic reports, judging, and competition demonstrations all come with a "hardship fee." Since the organizers are Tongji Hospital and Hubei Provincial People's Hospital, and the co-organizer is Union Hospital, Zhongnan Hospital is not among the three and therefore receives a "service fee."

Therefore, going to the National Orthopedic Surgery Competition just to make money is a bit too greedy.

If it's for fame, then there's even less need for it.

After completing his research on trauma and injury, Fang Ziye will naturally dedicate a significant portion of his work to the field of trauma surgery.

The tallest tree in the forest is the first to be felled by the wind. Before you get tangible results, don't be too arrogant!
Xie Jinyuan is also a human being, and an associate professor at that; he deserves sufficient respect.

Deng Yong counted on his fingers: "It seems like there are quite a few."

"Alright, then we won't go this year. We can go next year anyway. It's just a bit of a pity, though, because the first place prize this year was really good."

Deng Yong was referring to the first-place award in the national surgical skills competition.

Upon hearing this, Nie Mingxian put away his phone and said, "Professor Deng, there's really no need to rush. The registration notice clearly states that, in principle, the National Physician Skills Competition is limited to young and middle-aged physicians aged 30 to 40 due to limited space and time."

"Ziye is not even thirty yet."

National competitions are definitely not like provincial competitions, where anyone with a master's or doctoral degree can register.

To conserve resources and shorten the overall competition time, a lower limit will definitely be set. This lower limit requires two letters of recommendation from senior-level officials and is also set at age 30 or above.

"Is there such a rule?" Deng Yong tilted his head.

Nie Mingxian then gestured to Deng Yong, sliding his fingers left and right.

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong exclaimed, "This rule is really strange!"

Deng Yong had long wanted to take his students out for a good trip, and he thought this year would be a great opportunity, but unexpectedly, the registration requirements wouldn't be met.

Of course, the reason why the organizer of the national competition, 'Kyoto Third Hospital', drew such a line is to prevent novices from going there.

Even if you consider yourself a genius, you're too young and haven't accumulated enough experience, so you should take it easy for now.

Nie Mingxian tilted his head and said, "Professor Deng, which family can have a 'child' under thirty years old to serve as their business representative?"

This was the sentence that Nie Mingxian used to hate the most.

But that was before.

Nowadays, no one would mind that Nie Mingxian is too young.

Deng Yong, who is fifty years old, couldn't help but laugh when he saw a thirty-two-year-old man calling a twenty-nine-year-old a child: "Do you two usually chat like this?"

“Master, Brother Xian actually has a certain talent for crosstalk.” Fang Ziye reported the characteristics he had discovered to Deng Yong.

He was silent when we first met, but became quite talkative when we met again.

A year ago, Fang Ziye would never have believed that Nie Mingxian was so talkative.

It's not surprising that Nie Mingxian was able to thrive at Peking Union Medical College Hospital. Talent and aptitude were certainly part of it, but emotional intelligence was undoubtedly another factor.

Moreover, if Wu Xuanqi can be so confident, why can't Nie Mingxian?
"Is Mingxian going home in a couple of days?"

"Would it be convenient to bring some local specialties?" Deng Yong turned to look at Nie Mingxian.

Nie Mingxian was taken aback at first, then nodded vigorously.

“Sure, what does Teacher Deng want?” Nie Mingxian asked instinctively.

But soon, Nie Mingxian answered his own question: "It should be fine."

Deng Yong thanked him and left.

……

Looking at Deng Yong's retreating figure, Nie Mingxian gave him a thumbs up: "Master Deng's way of winning people over is really sophisticated! I've never seen anyone proactively ask people to bring back local specialties."

"Master" is not the same as "teacher" in the traditional sense, but it is a common respectful term used in Enshi.

Fang Ziye had actually learned something: "Brother Xian, this is because my master doesn't treat you like an outsider."

"Otherwise, how could I have left you with such a big 'handle'?"

There are certain rules to follow when asking someone for something.

What you can and cannot ask for, and what you can ask for in a way that will make the other person feel most comfortable.

"The art of power and position. I know that as long as medical students can think fast enough, they can quickly grasp other things as well," Nie Mingxian grinned.

Actually, Nie Mingxian initially wanted to express the art of imperial rule, but since Deng Yong was definitely not an emperor, he had to change his wording.

……

That afternoon, Lan Tianluo brought Fang Ziye some bad news.

Lan Tianluo personally brought over chilled drinks from the general inpatient office. After pushing open the door, he said in a somber tone, "Senior, bed 18, the patient you had external fixator installed before, has decided to have his leg amputated."

Upon hearing this, the two people inside, who were assisting the patient with manual repositioning, paused for two seconds before continuing their procedure.

Once the reset process begins, it is not difficult to end it.

Nie Mingxian's talent is truly remarkable. His current proficiency in manual repositioning techniques has reached level 3, and he is slowly approaching level 4.

Based on Nie Mingxian's improvement rate, it is estimated that he will reach level 4 in about ten months.

This speed is really absurd.

Fang Ziye, who was utterly astonished, was inwardly criticizing Nie Mingxian's qualifications.

Fang Ziye instructed Nie Mingxian to handle the patient's subsequent plaster cast fixation, then took off his gloves and came out, looking at Lan Tianluo: "There are patients inside, let's go outside to talk."

Lan Tianluo immediately shut up, and handed Fang Ziye a drink as he left: "The patient agreed to the amputation, right? Was it you who did the persuasion?"

"No, it's his coworker."

"First of all, the insurance they bought only covers a little over 1.5 million yuan. If they were to follow the normal surgical procedure, the artificial bone would be far from enough."

"Furthermore, even if a hinged knee joint is performed, given the postoperative condition, the patient may not be able to receive the full amount of compensation for the rest of their life after discharge."

"The insurance policy states that compensation will be provided if disability results from an accidental injury." Lan Tianluo took a deep breath.

Fang Ziye remained silent for a while.

Cai said with a hint of bitterness, "It seems that Professor Deng and Professor Zhang from the spinal surgery department were right."

“Given his condition at the time, amputation would have been the best way to prevent him from suffering any more pain, as it would have left him with no hope.”

From Fang Ziye's perspective, what he really needed to do was to save the patient's leg as much as possible, and that was certainly the right starting point.

For patients, avoiding amputation is such a wonderful thing.

However, this may not apply to all situations.

"Since the patient and family have agreed, let's sign the consent form for the surgery."

"Tianluo, what kind of fracture reduction techniques can you perform now?" Fang Ziye changed the subject.

The patient has already made a choice, so don't waste your time with excessive pity and sympathy.

This is a very large economic "gap" that ordinary individuals cannot fill.

Unless you encounter a kind-hearted tycoon.

However, even if you encounter such a thing this time, you may not encounter it every time.

"Me? I don't know, I've never tried it. I just practice occasionally in the training room." Lan Tianlu smiled at Fang Ziye.

"When are you on duty? I'm at the trauma center now. I'll send you a few fracture patients so you can practice."

"You should be brave enough to do it, right?" Fang Ziye continued to ask.

"I'm on duty on the 21st."

Lan Tianlu continued, "Senior brother, I've also signed up for the provincial competition. I wonder if I can get a good ranking."

"You'll definitely have a chance, keep it up!" Fang Ziye encouraged Lan Tianluo by clenching his fist.

Lan Tianluo has only been involved in medicine for a very short time, yet he dares to sign up for the competition now, which is brave in itself.

If Lan Tianluo wins the award, at the age of 25, he will probably set a new record for the youngest person to win an award.
At 25, Fang Ziye was only a second-year graduate student and still quite inexperienced.

"..."

After Lan Tianluo went to the training room to prepare for the upcoming provincial young physicians' skills competition, Nie Mingxian also took another dislocated patient out of the clinic.

He instructed: "Don't be curious. If our doctors tell you not to do a certain position, then you absolutely must not do it."

"I have received some patients who were curious about what would happen after the procedure, and then their dislocation came back in."

"Okay, okay!" The patient and family members nodded hurriedly, saying they dared not.

Only then did Nie Mingxian ask, "Did the patient in bed 18 in the department ultimately decide to have their leg amputated?"

“Yes, after all, amputation surgery is more cost-effective.” Fang Ziye nodded, walked back into the consultation room, and then gulped down a big mouthful of his drink.

Nie Mingxian cautiously said, "Actually, I also think that choosing amputation was the more correct choice."

"Otherwise, it would be almost impossible to fill such a large gap in bone."

"Even with 3D-printed prosthesis reconstruction, the subsequent functions may not be able to match those of a prosthesis."

"If I had to say what function would undergo a qualitative change, it would be that thing." Nie Mingxian subtly expressed the meaning of the word 'sexual life'.

"Brother Xian, Tianluo just said he signed up for a trauma surgery competition. Brother Xian, would you like to join in?" Fang Ziye changed the subject.

"I guess I won't get involved," Nie Mingxian shook his head.

"The trauma surgery livestream was originally scheduled for a few days. You would do one livestream, and Wu Xuanqi would do another. That would have been lively enough."

"I'll just watch the show." Nie Mingxian was always eager to see more excitement.

The key point was quickly found.

This mid-year academic conference will consist of four live broadcasts over five days.

It's equivalent to four hospitals, one hospital per person.

To be on the safe side, the Provincial People's Hospital and Union Hospital sent out associate professors to oversee the operation, but Professor Duan Hong from Tongji Hospital transferred the live surgery broadcasting rights to Wu Xuanqi.

Upon learning this news, Han Yuanxiao sent Fang Ziye to handle the matter.

This suggestion was only mentioned to Professor Deng Yong, and they immediately agreed to it. Fang Ziye then conducted four live broadcasts of the simplest surgery.

After all, Fang Ziye is still too young and has the lowest professional title.

Even though Wu Xuanqi is a PhD, he still holds the title of associate chief physician, while Fang Ziye doesn't even have the title of attending physician yet. He won't be able to be appointed until at least October.

"Brother Xian, you just want to see me make a fool of myself, don't you?" Fang Ziye rolled his eyes.

Nie Mingxian stretched out his hand: "Hey, you know what, the joke I want to see isn't about you, Ziye, but about some bastard."

"Yeah, do you know this kind of person?"

"It was clearly a video of three people going out together, but a couple was seen abusing each other?"

Nie Mingxian also has a strong desire for revenge.

“They’re not the same surgery, so how can they be compared?” Fang Ziye shook his head again.

But Nie Mingxian was clearly not a well-behaved person at this moment: "Ziye, if it's not the same type of surgery, can't we just turn it into the same type of surgery?"

"They're all fractures, and the treatment principles are the same, so why can't the details of the treatment be the same?"

“I’ve discussed this carefully with Tianluo, and I believe that the surgery you performed, Ziye, is entirely comparable to that of Wu Xuanqi at Tongji Hospital…”

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Fang Ziye's eyes widened. "Brother Xian? Aren't you and Wu Xuanqi best buddies?"

"Yeah, so when I shared a room with him, they were in charge of the waves, and I was in charge of listening to the waves."

“They call it helping me overcome my autism!” Nie Mingxian said.

Fang Ziye immediately understood Nie Mingxian, and could only admire Wu Xuanqi's 'boldness' in his heart.

Nie Mingxian was left alone in her empty room, while next door...

Wu Xuanqi did this before?

Fang Ziye really wanted to suggest that we talk in detail, but seeing Nie Mingxian's distressed expression, he felt that it would be inappropriate to do so, so he suppressed his gossipy thoughts.

When interacting with others, never speak too intimately with someone you don't know well.

……

Time flies, and more than ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.

June 20th was a Wednesday, and also the second workday after the Dragon Boat Festival holiday.

After Nie Mingxian returned to Han City from Enshi, he brought back glutinous rice cakes.

Nie Mingxian fried two pieces of meat in the morning, only sprinkling them with salt, and then brought them to the trauma center's clinic, along with two jars of fermented bean curd.

It's not usually a good time to eat glutinous rice cakes in the morning, but the taste of home is perfectly suited to Fang Ziye's stomach. Not to mention evenings, even after almost a year without them, he can still eat them in the middle of the night.

Nie Mingxian held a disposable cardboard box in his left hand and a napkin in his right. After carefully taking a bite, he said, "Ziye, your aunt and uncle were very disappointed when I visited your home this time."

"He said you haven't been back for a year. You had originally planned to come home for the Dragon Boat Festival during the May Day holiday..."

Fang Ziye's appetite had reached its peak, but Nie Mingxian emptied half of it in one go.

Fang Ziye was holding the paper bag with both hands. Upon hearing this, he pulled the paper bag down from his chin, glanced at Nie Mingxian from head to toe, and then lifted the paper box again without saying a word.

For doctors, especially junior doctors, breaking promises is a common occurrence.

It's not just Fang Ziye who broke his promise to his parents; there are countless doctors who break their promises to their parents, children, wives, and husbands.

Plans can't keep up with changes. How could Fang Ziye have imagined that he would be moved to the trauma center's emergency room by Han Yuanxiao in June?

Seeing that he might have hurt Fang Ziye's feelings, Nie Mingxian said, "Ziye, tomorrow is the mid-year orthopedic academic conference and the young doctors' surgical skills competition."

"What are your thoughts on this? Your status this year is completely different from last year's."

After swallowing the fried crispy glutinous rice cake in his mouth, Fang Ziye replied, "My parents definitely miss me, but I guess they miss my girlfriend even more."

Nie Mingxian moved on to the next question, and Fang Ziye's brain seemed to only then come back to the previous topic.

Nie Mingxian didn't blame Fang Ziye, but just smiled and said, "Indeed, my aunt and uncle asked me a lot about Xiao Luo, but I didn't know much, so I didn't answer much."

"Of course, they were very happy to receive the gift I bought for you. They even asked about your situation here. They were very proud and happy to hear that you were appointed chief resident by the director."

Parents never want to jeopardize their children's future, and given the opportunity, most parents hope to secure a better future for their children.

"Is this how you explained the chief resident position to my parents?" Fang Ziye tilted his head.

"Otherwise what? Let me tell them the truth, the chief resident is like a beast of burden. The chief resident doesn't go home 24 hours a day. The chief resident has no home in his eyes. The hospital is the chief resident's home?" Nie Mingxian seemed to have activated a tongue twister, and he went on and on for a long time.

Fang Ziye shook his head upon hearing this: "The previous way of putting it was better."

In contrast to the parents' worries, those who go out tend to report good news but not bad.

"You know how mean Professor Deng Yong is, scheduling your live surgery broadcast for the first day, and even during tomorrow morning's tea break."

"How are we supposed to conduct the live surgery broadcasts after this?" Nie Mingxian seamlessly transitioned to the second topic he had brought up earlier.

As with last year, the academic conference lasted four days, from Thursday to Sunday.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye immediately put down the cardboard box containing the glutinous rice cakes and then sent a message to Jie Han: "Jie Han, could you send me the fracture case details for tomorrow's surgery?"

It's still early, only 8:20.

However, emergency departments such as trauma centers and surgical emergency departments do not need to participate in shift handover.

Jie Han replied, "Senior brother, don't be in such a hurry. It seems Professor Deng has other plans. He wants you to perform three fracture surgeries within the twenty minutes of the tea break."

"Hey hey hey..."

The three characters "hehehe" are a panda scratching its head in a funny emoji.

Fang Ziye: "..."

Fang Ziye then looked at Nie Mingxian: "Brother Xian, have you ever done a live surgery broadcast before?"

Fang Ziye wanted to know if all teachers had a peculiar habit of using students as bargaining chips to show off!
Nie Mingxian shook his head: "I haven't been scheduled yet. I haven't experienced this kind of high-end performance."

After saying that, Nie Mingxian pushed the jar of fermented bean curd forward: "Would you like to add some more ingredients?"

Fried glutinous rice cakes with fermented bean curd: those who don't know about it are completely baffled, and those who don't like it can't eat it, but those who love it can eat three or four.

Without any hesitation, Fang Ziye used a disposable brush to apply another layer of fermented bean curd to the surface of the glutinous rice cake, hoping to bite through his hometown in one bite and swallow the food his parents handed him.

After putting the paper bag down again, Fang Ziye replied, "Then you should send it to me as soon as possible."

“However, how could three fracture surgeries be completed in the time it takes to have a tea break?” Fang Ziye asked again.

"The surgeries themselves are not difficult. From what Professor Deng said, he hopes to demonstrate your manual reduction skills to your orthopedic colleagues in Hubei Province."

Jie Han always addressed Professor Deng Yong as "Professor Deng" with respect, only calling him "Teacher Deng" when they met in person: "In this way, we can attract more visiting doctors to come to our hospital for further study, right?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's eyes lit up.

Good guy.

This is good.

After showing off and attracting other people's interest, if they come to learn, you can gain some knowledge points by teaching them the skills.

To date, Fang Ziye's knowledge base is limited to the Minzu University Hospital and Central Hospital in Enshi.

The main hospital is Minzu University Hospital, because after Nie Mingxian passed on his optimized theory, it was Minzu University Hospital that used his new theory of fracture reduction techniques.

In Enshi Central Hospital, the source of knowledge points is extremely limited because most people haven't learned it.

"Alright, if Teacher Deng asks me for my opinion later, just tell her I'll follow the department's arrangements," Fang Ziye replied.

This way of speaking is something Fang Ziye has only recently learned.

In ancient times, if a man was handsome, his marriage was a major event, entirely decided by his parents. If he was not good-looking or had a bad character, he would insist on staying in mourning for a few more years.

Nie Mingxian then asked, "Ziye, during the time I was back, did the hospital perform any emergency surgeries for serious injuries?"

"Only one was made!" Fang Ziye focused on eating after finishing his conversation with Jie Han.

"You made this, didn't you?" Nie Mingxian asked curiously again.

Han Yuanxiao wanted to get involved in the damage research project and pulled some shady moves, so in the end he had to ask Fang Ziye to come to the rescue.

Although Han Yuanxiao came up with a very legitimate reason, who are Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian?
If you just believe whatever Han Yuanxiao says, what's the point of having a brain?

Nie Mingxian just found it funny.

After spending more time with Nie Mingxian, Fang Ziye felt he had become a little smarter: "You asked this on purpose, did Professor Han send you a message while you were away?"

Sowing discord is neither good nor bad; it all depends on the purpose.

Nie Mingxian is young and lacks many things; at least in Han Yuanxiao's opinion, Nie Mingxian lacks many things.

Han Yuanxiao might say to Nie Mingxian, "You're a grown man, a 'genius,' what are you doing following Fang Ziye? Fang Ziye knows some of these things, and you know some of them too. Come and follow me, and we'll start anew and begin doing destruction!"
“I sent it, but I didn’t reply to him,” Nie Mingxian said without hiding anything.

Then, Nie Mingxian put the last bite of glutinous rice cake into his mouth, and finally felt a little greasy: "The first bite is the most fragrant. After a few bites, I feel that the taste is too greasy."

"If someone else has already taken a bite, even if you take your own first bite, you'll feel a little strange."

After listening, Fang Ziye also put the last big piece into his mouth, chewing it with his mouth full. He didn't have time to speak, but he gave Nie Mingxian a thumbs up.

A clever person can always use the most vivid words to imply other meanings.

Even if Han Yuanxiao overheard this, he wouldn't be able to find fault with it.

Just then, a wheelchair was pushed in from outside. The person pushing the wheelchair was a middle-aged woman, and the person sitting in the wheelchair was a boy in a school uniform.

When Fang Ziye saw the two of them come in, he immediately turned around awkwardly and put his back to the wall, and began to chew, so as not to lose face.

The patient who came in was also taken aback.

Nie Mingxian quickly saw the patient and explained, "Hello, who are you here to see a doctor? What's wrong?"

"Oh, Dr. Fang was eating breakfast. She was a little rushed with the last bite, so she doesn't look very presentable."

"It's nothing, I just threw out the trash."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged woman immediately explained, "Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing. It's my son. He's a sports student. He said he sprained his ankle during training this morning and called me right away."

"They told me to go to the emergency room, and after I went to the emergency room, the surgical clinic next door told me to come over here..."

The regulations are clear, and the process is roughly explained in just a few sentences.

"Let me take a look." Nie Mingxian turned to look at the boy's right ankle.

At this moment, the ankle is very swollen, the skin is dark red, and there is an ice pack on the instep, but there is no skin damage.

"Can you still move on your own?" Nie Mingxian asked.

The boy nodded, gritted his teeth, and curled his big toe: "I can move, but it hurts terribly."

To be honest, foot and ankle surgery and ligament injuries are somewhat beyond the reach of Nie Mingxian, a "semi-novice" orthopedic surgeon.

Fang Ziye had finished eating the glutinous rice cake in his mouth. He turned around and looked at him, saying, "You are in the acute phase, and the swelling is obvious. It may be difficult for you to cooperate with the physical examination."

"How about this, you take an X-ray first, and then an MRI, and you can finish the examination in one trip."

"Based on the shape of your ankle joint, we can make a preliminary judgment that there is a ligament injury. However, whether it is torn and the extent of the injury are difficult to determine with the naked eye."

"It's not that I don't want to have a physical exam, but it would be extremely painful for me if I did it now," Fang Ziye explained.

After hearing Fang Ziye's last words, the middle-aged woman could only look at her child with heartache and nod.

Indeed, the current situation is that the pain is felt by the child, but the pain is felt in the heart.

……

When the boy returned, Fang Ziye had already finished reviewing the images and said, "You still haven't managed to schedule an MRI, have you?"

"Yes, doctor, why do I have to schedule an MRI appointment for the afternoon? This is an emergency!" The middle-aged woman found it all very absurd.

"I know, but here, for MRI scans in the emergency room, we also have to queue up according to the severity of the illness."

“If it’s a super emergency, then we can skip the line and get treatment directly. But for a sub-emergency like your child’s, we can only queue up in the order of arrival at the emergency room,” Fang Ziye explained.

"Based on the current scan results, the child does not have ankle dislocation or fracture. However, the condition of the soft tissues and ligaments requires a comprehensive evaluation with an MRI. I suggest you make an appointment with a sports medicine specialist..."

"How can I not be anxious? My child has class this afternoon."

"Doctor, could you please think of a way to call and urge them? Please help me?" The middle-aged woman clasped her hands together.

"I can't do that. I don't know the phone number for the MRI room, and even if I did, it wouldn't help."

"My advice to you is already the best I can do: go and get an appointment with a sports medicine clinic, and after you've had the MRI done, go see them at the clinic."

“Right now, there’s no fracture or dislocation. Our trauma surgery department recommends a temporary plaster cast for immobilization to prevent further injury,” Fang Ziye explained in detail again.

Before the middle-aged woman could speak, the boy said, "Mom, let's put a cast on first."

"The doctor said there's no way to cut in line. I just saw other uncles and aunts getting MRIs lying down to go in."

The middle-aged woman was speechless upon hearing this.

"Let's play one first then."

"..."

Ten minutes later, after Nie Mingxian and Fang Ziye finished applying the cast and escorted the patient out of the clinic, Nie Mingxian was still remarking, "If only every patient could be this understanding."

"Nowadays, some children are indeed more polite, while others are even more impolite. However, in terms of proportion, the more polite group is more numerous."

"Just a few days ago, a middle school student was brought to the emergency room by his teacher. The entire treatment process was conducted without a single unnecessary word..."

"Thank you, doctor." The boy in the wheelchair, having gone the wrong way, returned to the trauma center clinic and greeted Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian warmly.

That smile was enough to warm Fang Ziye and his companion for an entire day.

Nie Mingxian is going all out to absorb and learn about the types of trauma surgery, emergency care, and related knowledge systems, and to solidify his emergency treatment skills.

Fang Ziye, on the other hand, devoted himself entirely to preparing for the live surgery broadcast that was scheduled for tomorrow.

A day passes in the blink of an eye, filled with seeing patients, consultations, simple procedures, calling in people for surgery, seeing patients again...

In Fang Ziye's view.

The live surgery broadcast took place as scheduled.

……

(End of this chapter)