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Chapter 429 Fang Ziye Working Hard (Please Subscribe)

Han Yuanxiao left silently, walking through the noisy crowd. Unfamiliar people and unfamiliar voices, mixed with a sense of inexplicable bewilderment, swept over him.

All this unfamiliarity made him, as the administrative director of the Department of Trauma Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital, feel bitter.

Being a department head is really tough!

Han Yuanxiao personally experienced that Deng Yong did not do the things that Long Yuan just mentioned when he was in office.

When Han Yuanxiao, Yuan Weihong, Peng Long, Xie Jinyuan and others were growing up, Deng Yong never asked about them, and it seemed that no one of them had experienced any setbacks or targeted actions.

Even ten years ago, when Director Dong Yaohui was in office, he largely left his subordinates to their own devices.

Why is it that when it comes to myself, not taking good care of Fang Ziye is considered a mistake?

The Department of Trauma Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital has never had such a thing in its usual practice.

Is it precisely because Zhongnan Hospital's orthopedics department doesn't have this, while Tongji Hospital has always had it, that it is Tongji, and that is why Zhongnan is Zhongnan?

Let's think about Fang Ziye without considering whether such a history exists!
"No matter what, Ziye deserves to be treated with care and patience. The department has never had such a history before because there has never been such an outstanding talent in the department, so the superiors in the department have never had a similar experience."

“But Tongji Hospital has it. Tongji Hospital knows how to train its own people.” Han Yuanxiao murmured to himself, his eyes becoming clearer.

Immediately afterwards, Han Yuanxiao's steps became more and more relaxed. He did not speak, but his mind became clearer and clearer: Professor Deng Yong and Professor Dong Yaohui were not omniscient and omnipotent, and even the older generation of professors, such as Professor Li Guohua, could not be so meticulous.

Talking about experience without considering real-life experiences is pure nonsense.

If you don't understand, ask; if you don't know how, learn. Ignorance is the only path forward.

……

After washing his hands, Fang Ziye raised them in front of his chest as if in a pilgrimage. He then stepped on the pneumatic automatic sensor door of the operating room with his right foot, and the voices of Wang Yuanqi and others could be heard from inside.

"Have you asked? Has Ziye already left the competition?"

"Brother Qi, Senior Brother Xiong said that Senior Brother Ziye left the arena about twenty minutes ago, he should be back soon..."

Liu Haihua stood up from under the operating room's timer panel: "Brother Ye..."

Then she turned her head to look in Wang Yuanqi's direction: "Brother Qi, Brother Ye is here."

"Senior Brother Wang." After Fang Ziye entered the operating room, he called out to someone and immediately approached the sterile surgical gown bag. He wrung out a piece of clothing and shook it open, and Liu Haihua quickly came over to help him put on the clothes.

The circulating nurse, who was about to get up, remained seated, placing her phone on the shelf with her left hand and rubbing her stomach with her right, smiling as she said, "Mr. Fang, while you were gone, Mr. Wang called your name a total of 127 times."

"This is undoubtedly true love."

After seeing Wang Yuanqi lower his head slightly with his eyes slightly red, Fang Ziye turned to the circulating nurse and said, "Give me the condom. You know the size yourself."

The circulating nurse was taken aback at first, then her whole body jolted, her long neck swaying and her eyes filled with confusion: "What kind of indecent words are these?"

"It's the kind where you can wear ten at once. Don't always think about wearing just one." Fang Ziye pointed to the equipment rack.

The circulating nurse, defeated but without blushing or panting, quickly got up, opened her sterile gloves, and asked politely, "What size?"

The size of gloves can be referred to as a size, such as 7.5 or 7.5, depending on local customs.

"Seven five." Fang Ziye saw that the circulating nurse had stopped causing trouble and slowed down the car with satisfaction.

This kind of back-and-forth banter is meant to have some fun and avoid boredom. But if you're always telling dirty jokes, it just seems inappropriate.

After the circulating nurse came over and opened the sterile gloves, she said, "Mr. Fang, you'd better be more polite. I can complain to Tingzhu."

Fang Ziye smiled and said, "Go ahead. If Tingzhu knew that you forced an honest person like me onto the highway, she would know how dirty you are."

Fang Ziye felt Liu Haihua finish tying the collar and back straps of his gown, then approached the operating table, handing the bandage of the sterile surgical gown to Wang Yuanqi while checking the surgical field of vision.

"A typical 'rider' injury. Is this entirely the rider's fault, or were they just caught in the crossfire?"

"Hmm? Isn't this the patient I treated?" Fang Ziye asked after only a brief glance.

The patient's injury was on his thigh. After treating patients with this type of injury over the past few months, Fang Ziye and others have come to habitually refer to such injuries—where someone riding an electric bike or bicycle is knocked down and run over by a car or truck—as a 'rider's injury'.

Damage caused by a private car is much better than damage caused by a truck.

This patient was likely run over by a private car.

“I didn’t ask. When they were brought here, neither the family nor the party responsible for the accident were there. They were brought in by ambulance, and the hospital’s on-call supervisor authorized the emergency surgery,” Wang Yuanqi replied.

"The family of the patient with severe injuries before you left specifically requested that the professor perform the surgery! This is another one."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye glanced at Wang Yuanqi, his eyes narrowing, and took the scalpel from Wang Yuanqi: "What did the family members over there say?"

"The surgery must be performed by an associate professor; this applies to all departments. If the surgery isn't performed by an associate professor, he'll report it."

"I signed the informed consent form for the surgery myself."

Fang Ziye: "..."

"Then let Associate Professor Peng Long perform the surgery..."

Fang Ziye believed that Wang Yuanqi must have explained it to the patient's family, but the patient's family still insisted.

The patient's family has the right to informed consent and informed refusal.

It was fortunate that Fang Ziye rushed back as fast as he could. Had he known that there would be no surgery to be performed upon his return, he could have taken a stroll around the site before coming back.

Strictly speaking, the patient's damage was not 'terminal' damage, but rather extensive soft tissue damage and bone defects. The location of the soft tissue damage had not yet reached the point of ischemic necrosis.

The original anatomical structure has been damaged!
"The blood vessels are damaged, but the nerves are intact and unobstructed. There is local edema, so a nerve decompression surgery is needed."

"Ziye, this surgery is considered a relatively standardized procedure, right?" Wang Yuanqi asked, swallowing hard.

Before Fang Ziye arrived, Wang Yuanqi hesitated to actually start the procedure, focusing only on exploration and hemostasis. However, after Fang Ziye arrived, Wang Yuanqi's confidence soared, and he was eager to take over the scalpel.

After understanding, Fang Ziye said, "Senior Brother Wang, how about this, you handle the muscle cleaning, and I'll take care of cleaning the skin and fat layer to try to improve blood circulation in this area."

"After the debridement is completed, we will reconnect the blood vessels and perform nerve decompression."

"Then, for this fracture, we'll first install an external fixation device, and then treat it as a bone defect during the second-stage surgery."

"Is there any damage on the right side?" Fang Ziye asked after examining the area.

"Ziye, the injury on the right side is simple. The patient's front wheel was run over. After turning the steering wheel, he felt something was wrong, and the car ran over him and then rolled back."

"Most of the injuries are concentrated on the left side!" Wang Yuanqi explained the mechanism of external injury.

After listening, Fang Ziye removed the sterile gauze from his right thigh and saw that the wound had been stitched up by Wang Yuanqi, so he covered it back up.

We returned to the surgical field.

Wang Yuanqi, having just undergone surgery, was as happy as a child: "Ziye, shall I begin?"

"Let's do it. Haihua, you come up on stage too, and help me clean the wounds!" Fang Ziye waved to Liu Haihua below the stage.

"..."

This surgery wasn't particularly difficult, and Wang Yuanqi became more and more skilled and confident as he performed it.

The gentle curve at the corner of the eye is harder to suppress than an AK.

However, whenever Wang Yuanqi was brimming with confidence, he only needed to glance at the debridement procedure being performed by Fang Ziye and Liu Haihua to immediately calm his mind and become as still as a deep well.

I don’t know how long it took.

"Splash splash splash!"

The pneumatic automatic sensor door to the operating room was stepped on and opened. Fang Ziye had his back to the operating room door and did not turn around out of curiosity.

Wang Yuanqi raised his head slightly to look at the person who had come, but did not recognize who it was.

The man was slightly overweight. After entering, he asked in a serious tone, "Excuse me, which one of you is Dr. Fang Ziye? Excuse me."

"Looking for your son, Ziye."

Upon hearing the sound, Fang Ziye lifted the scalpel out of the wound, carefully placed it into the curved plate, and gently turned his head.

He still didn't recognize who the other person was: "Who are you?"

"I came from room 13 next door. Associate Professor Peng Long said he wants you to come over for surgery." The person's tone was calm, but when he mentioned Associate Professor Peng Long, his tone inexplicably rose a few decibels.

"Room 13 is the operating room for the patient from the previous surgery." Upon hearing this, Wang Yuanqi frowned and explained in a low voice, so softly that only Fang Ziye could hear him.

"Thirteen rooms should be enough staff, right?"

"Who exactly are you? I'm on the operating table, I can't leave." Fang Ziye squinted.

"Associate Professor Peng Long wants you to come over?"

"I'll call Professor Peng." The person clearly didn't want to explain any further.

Fang Ziye remained unmoved upon seeing this.

The other party did indeed make the call, and it was answered shortly afterward. Peng Long's voice did come from the other end of the line: "Is this Ziye? Has he taken the stage yet?"

"Teacher Peng, I'm on stage right now, and a teacher from some department I don't know just came up and asked me to come to room 13?"

“I find it strange. Professor Peng, you already have 13 rooms, and you must have enough assistants. Why did you call me here?” Fang Ziye explained in a very calm tone.

Peng Long hesitated for a moment before saying, "Ziye, the situation here is rather complicated. Would it be convenient for you to come and help?"

What's the situation on your end?

"Right lower limb catastrophic injury, the injured section is from the upper quarter to the middle and lower quarter of the thigh, femoral artery and its branches are injured, there is nerve edema, bone defects, and skin necrosis..."

Seeing that Fang Ziye was still explaining, the slightly chubby man in the green shirt said, "Hurry up and go, Dr. Fang. It's extremely urgent over there. If we don't go soon, they'll have to amputate."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's eyes widened: "Excuse me, teacher, are you a colleague?"

"I'm on the operating table, I'm performing surgery, please don't disturb me! Our orthopedic surgical staff's on-call schedule has already been arranged in advance."

"I know the specifics of the 13 emergency surgeries; he was the one I consulted."

"The patient's family strongly requested that a professor with an associate professor or higher perform the surgery, but I was just a chief resident."

Hearing that Fang Ziye remained unmoved, the slightly overweight middle-aged man finally introduced himself: "Dr. Fang, I am from the Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery. Please bear with me and come over to help."

“The injured person is my sister. My brother-in-law is being irresponsible. I have already criticized him.”

"Don't worry, I guarantee it..."

Fang Ziye said, "Teacher, we are both doctors. In medical relationships, the spousal relationship takes precedence over the sibling relationship. You cannot provide a guarantee, and you are not a direct relative. Please leave, thank you."

"I need to continue the surgery."

The slightly overweight middle-aged man stepped forward in a low voice: "Dr. Fang, please do me a favor. Actually, I know many of the doctors in orthopedics. There's no need to bother making a few more phone calls."

“It’s no use calling a hundred times! I’ve already said I can’t go,” Fang Ziye said.

"What about the first-visit responsibility system?" the slightly overweight middle-aged man asked.

"Informed consent is more important than the first-visit responsibility system. The first-visit responsibility system in the emergency department is a specialist first-visit responsibility system. I transferred it to my senior physician for handling, which is to provide patients with better medical services."

Fang Ziye spoke a few seconds faster: "Do you want me to recite the operating room rules for you?"

"Circuit nurse, please call the head nurse!"

We're all adults; we should always leave ourselves an out when doing things.

But what did your brother-in-law do? He directly wrote on the informed consent form that the surgery required a doctor at the associate professor level or above to perform the surgery. I'm so pissed!
You're going to vouch for me? How can you vouch for me? What if you just run away and don't vouch for me anymore? Who am I supposed to complain to? I'll have to go to the teachers, the medical department, and pull strings through many layers of connections to get this over with.

I'm a doctor, not here to learn how to shirk responsibility.

The slightly overweight middle-aged man turned and left with a grin on his face.

Operating room regulations stipulate that no one in the operating room, from medical affairs inspectors to interns and nurses, may ever disturb the surgical team from the operating room.

If violated, it's not just a matter of internal hospital penalties.

The hospital's operating room has a very special "public order" right under the law. At the very least, if Fang Ziye tells the patient's family about the middle-aged man disturbing his surgery, his profession will be ruined.

No one dares to cause a scene in the operating room, except for family members who know nothing about it!
After the middle-aged man left, Fang Ziye heard Wang Yuanqi across from him explain in a low voice: "Ziye, I saw with my own eyes that the family members of the patients in room 13 wrote that line of words, so we must not go over there."

"Even a signed document won't do! We can't rule out the possibility that the patient's family members were instructed by relatives beforehand and secretly took the photos!"

"Thank you, Senior Brother Wang." Fang Ziye nodded.

Without Wang Yuanqi, Fang Ziye wouldn't have cared about performing one surgery in the past.

But if someone abandons their profession to perform an operation, to save a patient's legs, or to do a good deed, who will compensate Fang Ziye for his injustice?

However, the middle-aged man was right; he was indeed acquainted with many of the doctors in orthopedics.

Just two minutes after he left, Fang Ziye's phone rang. "Dr. Fang, it's my mentor Deng Yong calling. Should I answer it?" the circulating nurse asked.

"Please answer this for me, put it on speakerphone, thank you." How could Fang Ziye not answer?

After the call connected, Deng Yong's voice came through: "Ziye, are you in the hospital right now? I heard that before you came to the competition, you consulted on a patient with severe injuries who was sent to the operating room. This is the patient you treated. You went back but haven't gone on the operating table yet. Are you on duty in the trauma center clinic?"

"No, Master, I'm in the emergency operating room."

"But the family of that previous emergency patient strongly demanded that an associate professor and associate chief physician be the surgeon. If not, they would report it, and that was written on the informed consent form for the surgery."

"Moreover, the patient and his family are indeed related. They called Professor Peng Long to perform the surgery. I guess Professor Peng Long didn't know about this small matter, so he called me over," Fang Ziye explained.

"Did you write anything? Who taught you?" Deng Yong's tone became serious.

Wang Yuanqi chimed in, "I don't know who taught it. It was written by the patient's family. I also took a picture of it. Master."

"Okay, I see."

"I'll go reply to him." Deng Yong hung up the phone.

……

Fang Ziye and Wang Yuanqi looked at each other for a while, then Fang Ziye continued to perform the surgery.

However, when Wang Yuanqi lowered his head, he asked one more question: "Ziye, you actually have time to go, right? In fact, the situation of this surgery is not so urgent anymore. You can still make it back after you have finished the surgery."

"You need someone to tell you to go, right? Just saying it isn't enough."

"Let my pen bear witness."

Fang Ziye said no more. After picking up the scalpel again, he made a few more casual cuts to clean the wound. The soft tissue layer, which originally seemed to have poor blood circulation, had its nutrient artery blocked by some unknown artery that Fang Ziye had cut open.

After a small amount of blood seeped out, Fang Ziye was overjoyed and carefully dabbed the blood with gauze. Upon seeing the red spots, he smiled broadly.

Across from him, Wang Yuanqi was utterly shocked: "Ziye, you managed to rebuild your bloodline while cleaning the wound, didn't you?"

After saying that, he clicked his tongue, and his right hand, which had been holding the scalpel, trembled slightly in the air.

What sophisticated maneuvering lies behind that seemingly casual remark is something only those in the know can understand.

Fang Ziye's progress was as rapid as ever. Back then, looking down from above, Wang Yuanqi only thought Fang Ziye was fast. But once Fang Ziye surpassed his own vision, Wang Yuanqi didn't have much of a concept of it anymore; he just thought Fang Ziye was excellent.

But the specifics of his excellence and the speed of his progress exceeded Wang Yuanqi's understanding.

Now, after realizing what had happened, Fang Ziye has maintained his speed all the way. His skills have become increasingly refined, enabling him to accomplish feats that even his peers find incredible.

"Hehe." Fang Ziye put down the scalpel, chuckled twice, and then let the blood flow freely under his skin.

Hemostasis during surgery aims to reduce bleeding, but rebleeding after ischemia is the scene every surgeon most wants to see.

What Fang Ziye needs to do is let it flow for a while, and then suture it to converge into the next level of artery, so that the necrotic soft tissue layer can be re-perfused with fresh blood.

……

Another twenty minutes or so passed.

The middle-aged man who had left earlier stepped on the automatic pressure sensor door of the operating room again.

This time, when he walked in, his demeanor was much calmer, though his voice was slightly hurried: "Dr. Fang, I am Zhong Yewei from the Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery."

"Could you please do me a favor and go check on my sister? My brother-in-law did something stupid out of ignorance, and I criticized him immediately."

"Dr. Fang, do you think of a solution?"

"I only have one younger sister, and I was really anxious before. That's why I was trying to cut things off as quickly as possible and buy myself more time!"

“Dr. Fang, how about this? I’ll have our head doctor personally obtain the new informed consent form for the surgery, and then, in front of the hospital’s on-call supervisor, go to the hospital’s security office and have my brother-in-law voluntarily invalidate the previous informed consent form under surveillance.”

"Then we'll have you sign a new consent form, and have the head of your orthopedics department sign it personally, is that alright?"

“Dr. Fang, saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda. I really... if this weren't my sister, I wouldn't have lost my composure like that..."

"Could you do me a favor? She's still young..." Zhong Yewei said, his voice full of emotion and sincerity.

Fang Ziye turned around.

Actually, Fang Ziye can understand Zhong Yewei's love for his sister. However, even though Fang Ziye understands, someone has reported him. Will Zhong Yewei come to explain himself to Fang Ziye then?
Maybe yes, maybe no.

Fang Ziye never dared to gamble his future.

Fang Ziye waited for Wang Yuanqi to finish the debridement of the muscle layer before turning back and saying, "Professor Zhong, Associate Professor Peng Long's technique is far more advanced than mine, especially in terms of the breadth of his surgical expertise..."

Zhong Yewei interrupted, "Dr. Fang, please don't bring this up. It's my fault. I was too one-sided and ignorant, which is why I gave my brother-in-law such a bad idea."

"It was my instruction to make him request that the surgeon be an associate professor or associate chief physician or above, and to have him write the informed consent form for the surgery."

“I’m willing to accept the beating and punishment, but please, Dr. Fang, come at me directly. Don’t just stand by and watch my sister have her leg amputated. I’ll kneel down for you.”

“I can also have my nephew kneel down for you; they’re right outside.”

"Don't waste any more time."

Fang Ziye shook his head again: "Teacher Zhong, please stop talking. Principles are principles. We are all adults. What we say must be true."

Zhong Yewei raised his fist, but instead of hitting Fang Ziye, he pinched his own thigh hard with both hands.

He pinched her so hard that half of her body trembled slightly.

Fang Ziye said, "I'm not an associate professor, so I can't go."

"However, I can recommend someone to you; he can go."

"You don't need to go back for talks or signing anything, and his skills are quite good."

"Are you talking about Dr. Nie?" Zhong Yewei clearly had extensive connections within the hospital, so he had also learned about Nie Mingxian from Associate Professor Peng Long.

However, Nie Mingxian is even more difficult to manage.

The other person wasn't an employee of Zhongnan Hospital; he was just a student on "advanced training." There was nothing that could compel him to come on stage.

Peng Long made a phone call, but the call was disconnected after only a few words.

Moreover, Nie Mingxian is a doctoral candidate at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, and even blood transfusions were ineffective.

Yes!

“I’ll call him and ask. If he’s willing to go, then there might be a chance. If he’s not willing to go, then I’ll be honest.”

"Professor Zhong, you have to understand me. You are a hepatobiliary surgeon, and I am an orthopedic surgeon. How many years of hard study have we gone through to get our jobs?"

"Ideals outweigh reality, and eating takes precedence over ideals."

"If we switched places, or if my sister needed hepatobiliary surgery, I would have my brother-in-law write a letter requesting that a senior surgeon perform the operation!"

"And I'm also telling you, if it wasn't a senior surgeon who performed the surgery, I'll report it. Will you do that?"

"Can you do it?" Fang Ziye asked, standing up and taking off his sterile surgical gown.

After taking off her sterile gloves, she went to the shelf and picked up her phone.

Upon hearing this, Zhong Yewei lowered his head helplessly.

At this moment, Zhong Yewei completed the 'life cycle' of shooting himself in the foot. Zhong Yewei originally thought that after getting his sister into Zhongnan Hospital, he would be able to use his connections to invite a group of associate professors or even professors to perform the surgery.

I'm afraid some junior doctors might take over the position without proper preparation and create an irreversible situation.

A senior physician is definitely more capable than a junior doctor, there's no doubt about that.
But this very point is now causing Zhong Yewei a lot of unspeakable suffering.

These associate professors in orthopedics are a bunch of cowards, completely unable to be manipulated. They even said that in this situation, there's no way to resolve it except for Fang Ziye.

The only options are amputation or having two renowned professors from Hubei Province perform together to have any chance of saving my sister's leg!
Zhong Yewei wanted to make a phone call, but Xie Jinyuanwei said that the mid-year academic conference for orthopedics was being held in Wuhan recently, and that it was impossible for him to invite anyone to attend.

Isn't this utter nonsense?
Zhong Yewei had no choice but to humbly beg Fang Ziye, thinking that with the title of associate professor, it would be easier to ask Fang Ziye to come.

As a result, Zhong Yewei witnessed Fang Ziye's "arrogance" within the orthopedics department for the first time.

Damn it, not only was he directly rejected by Professor Deng Yong, but when he made another phone call, the person was Fang Ziye's mentor. He gave him a scathing rebuke, and Zhong Yewei still hasn't recovered from the sarcastic tone.

"It's okay! Dr. Nie has agreed to go on stage."

"However, based on the situation during my consultation, this surgery is estimated to be only the first stage, and a second stage of functional reconstruction surgery will be required later," Fang Ziye said.

Upon hearing this, Zhong Yewei panicked and asked, "Dr. Fang, if you go directly to the operating table, is it possible to avoid surgery?"

"It's possible, but I can't guarantee it."

"Teacher Zhong, let's not talk about these possibilities anymore, shall we? I hope you can understand me."

"I'm currently insignificant and my financial situation is poor; I can't afford any setbacks. If I lose my job, I'll be penniless, and I can't afford to gamble!" Fang Ziye finally said politely.

That's just how social interactions are; you always have to say something to back down and save face for the other person.

The simple statement that he couldn't afford to gamble calmed Zhong Yewei down considerably.

"Dr. Fang, I'll apologize to you in person next time!"

"This was my fault," Zhong Yewei said, then clasped his hands in a fist salute and turned to leave.

As soon as Zhong Yewei walked away, Fang Ziye turned around and saw the circulating nurse slam her hand on the shelf, causing the three cell phones on it to bounce slightly.

The circulating nurse's eyes sparkled: "I've finally found a real-life example of what happens in TV dramas."

"Dr. Fang, just how many kinds of technology are stored in your head?"

"Surgery that can be done in the hospital can't even be done by an associate chief physician!" The circulating nurse's eyes did light up, and her gaze remained fixed on Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye stepped out the door to wash his hands, then turned back and smiled, saying, "I don't believe in spreading rumors. Forget about what I said today, and don't try to stir up trouble for me!"

When Fang Ziye finished washing his hands and returned to the operating room to put on his sterile surgical gown, the circulating nurse had already stood up on her own initiative.

Just as Fang Ziye was unscrewing his sterile surgical gown and shaking it, the circulating nurse walked up behind him and said, "Dr. Fang, there are rumors circulating in our operating room that you are not good enough for our Tingzhu."

"I always said that you and Tingzhu are a perfect match."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's neck stiffened: "Who started this rumor again?"

"It's not a rumor, it's just gossip. The main thing is that many people haven't had the chance to see Dr. Fang's talent. From now on, I will definitely support you as my 'son-in-law'!"

Fang Ziye's lips twitched: "..."

What is all this nonsense?

"Is it the same set?" After Fang Ziye didn't reply, the circulating nurse finally took the opportunity to give Fang Ziye a high-speed truck, which ran over Fang Ziye's face.

However, since the other party had just said that she would support Fang Ziye as her "son-in-law," how could Fang Ziye possibly respond in kind?

After remaining silent with an awkward expression, the driving incident in the operating room came to an end.

After Fang Ziye approached the operating table, Wang Yuanqi gave up his position: "Ziye, you've got this far, you won't know how to do the rest, so you should do it."

“These bloodline reconstructions are still quite difficult…” Wang Yuanqi sat down with a very confident air and stood in the assistant’s position.

Fang Ziye didn't stand on ceremony. After getting close to the operating table, he slowly continued the surgery.

Naturally, Fang Ziye stopped pretending to be profound with each move and each style, and instead explained them to Wang Yuanqi as he demonstrated them.

“Senior Brother Wang, the vascular suturing we usually perform is a very simple interrupted suturing technique. However, in cases of damage, many blood vessels become shortened.”

"In such cases, we either need to perform a vascular transplant after the surgery or splice together an artificial blood vessel."

"But what if the conditions don't allow it?"

"At this time, a rather unconventional vascular tension-reducing suture can be used, which is more suitable for arterial injuries with shortening and displacement of no more than 3 cm."

"If the injury is larger than 3cm, then it is necessary to flexibly apply the 'end-to-side' suture of the blood vessel, sacrificing the direct course of the blood vessel to restore the smooth flow of blood."

"Such an operation will certainly increase the chance of blood clots and increase blood turbulence, but if it can be treated directly in the first stage, it is actually very economical."

"Look..." Fang Ziye explained some basic underlying logic to Wang Yuanqi while operating the machine.

After all, if Wang Yuanqi wants to learn this kind of operation in the future, he will not only have to learn how to operate it, but also which situations it is suitable for, and he will have to create situations where he can apply the vascular suturing technique.

Time passed slowly, and before we knew it, it was 5:40 PM.

When Yuan Weihong arrived at the operating room door, dressed in scrubs, he did not step on the sensor door directly. Instead, he looked at Fang Ziye, who was working and teaching diligently inside, and with his hands behind his back, he smiled with satisfaction.

Then, he still didn't go into the operating room, but went directly to the next room...

(End of this chapter)