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Chapter 430 An Unexpected Joy (Please Subscribe)

At 9 p.m., the surgery proceeded smoothly to the final step. Wang Yuanqi looked at the fixed white polymer plaster cast, the white gauze wrapped around the lower limb, and the external fixation device stabilizing the patient's force line.

He looked up and said, "Ziye, can you not run away yet? Come with me to take the patient back to the ward later, okay?"

Fang Ziye was already adjusting his belt next to the timer panel in the operating room. After tightening his belt, he asked, "Of course it's okay, Brother Qi. We can still grab something to eat together at our usual spot later."

Fang Ziye's usual spot is the chief inpatient office, where he and Lan Tianluo have added many things, such as a small refrigerator, a small dining table, and a chessboard, making it a suitable place for casual gatherings!

The general inpatient office is not a doctor's office; it can be locked and cannot be directly opened by patients. Even if a patient is looking for a doctor, the doctor's office is the first stop.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuanqi said, "I'll order some takeout and some drinks now."

"How about Chayan Yuese? I heard it's 'imported' from Shashi."

Have you tried it?

Liu Haihua and Zheng Tianle were helping a patient move to a new bed when they heard this, and both of them shook their heads.

Fang Ziye replied, "I tried it once when I went to Shashi before. I thought it tasted okay, but it was a bit pricey."

"It tastes alright, right? Then I'll choose this drink." Wang Yuanqi said generously.

Immediately afterwards, the four of them escorted the patient out of the operating room. When they called the patient's family members at the operating room door, the patient's wife and child, with red and swollen eyes, quickly approached.

Before seeing her husband, the middle-aged woman rubbed her eyes, then stood frozen in place.

The other little boy rushed straight to the middle-aged man, calling out "Daddy, Daddy!" repeatedly.

The middle-aged man, who was under spinal anesthesia, reached out his right hand and grabbed the child's hand: "Don't cry, don't cry, Daddy's alright now, the doctor saved Daddy."

Although the little boy was certain it was his father's voice, he still cried loudly, clearly terrified.

After the middle-aged woman approached, the anesthesiologist, Liu Haihua, and Zheng Tianle began to move the bed, and then walked straight into the elevator.

The middle-aged woman followed; she didn't know anyone else but Wang Yuanqi.

After wiping her eyes and calming herself down, she hesitated before bursting into a laugh that cracked: "Dr. Wang, didn't you say my husband was going to have his leg amputated?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuanqi leaned back against the elevator and explained, "I meant there's a very high chance of amputation. If there are no special circumstances, it's basically amputation."

"But Dr. Fang is back, isn't she? Dr. Fang was in a meeting at the time..."

"Your husband's leg was saved entirely thanks to Dr. Fang."

The middle-aged woman immediately turned to Fang Ziye, cupped her hands, and bowed, saying, "Thank you, doctor. Thank you, Dr. Fang."

"I was wondering why my husband didn't have a leg amputated; it turns out he met a living saint."

Upon hearing the middle-aged woman's words, everyone in the elevator exchanged glances.

Fang Ziye frowned slightly: "Big sister, you're exaggerating. I'm just an ordinary person, not some kind of bodhisattva. I'm not a follower of any religion. After this joke, please don't say it again."

The middle-aged woman continued to laugh: "Dr. Fang, you are a living bodhisattva, saving lives and healing the wounded."

"But I have no magic."

"When your husband was injured, the Bodhisattva you mentioned didn't come. If you really believe in this stuff, you can believe it yourself," Fang Ziye continued to laugh.

The middle-aged woman might think that comparing a doctor to a living bodhisattva is a compliment, but Fang Ziye actually found it a bit funny. If you want to invite a bodhisattva, you should go to a temple; there's no place to enshrine one in a hospital.

Fang Ziye does not believe in Buddhism, but he will not stop others from believing.

"Dr. Fang, you can't just say things like that." The middle-aged woman immediately clasped her hands together in prayer and began chanting.

After chanting for a while, the elevator arrived at the trauma surgery department. The group pushed the middle-aged woman's husband out, while she held her child and said with a smile, "Dr. Fang, I prayed to the Bodhisattva before, and it must have been the Bodhisattva's prayer that worked, which is why my husband is safe and sound. You are the embodiment of the Bodhisattva."

Fang Ziye: "..."

"Brother Qi, let's go." Fang Ziye turned and headed directly towards the chief inpatient office, no longer walking alongside her.

If an ordinary person compares you to a god or Buddha, it's probably just a joke. Once you mention it, they'll definitely stop talking about it.

This middle-aged woman is clearly a devout believer, so we can't let her establish any particular persona for us.

She may have meant well, but Fang Ziye didn't care about being labeled a Bodhisattva. This kind of position was for whoever wanted to sit in; Fang Ziye was definitely not going to sit in it.

When Wang Yuanqi turned around, he still said to the middle-aged woman, "Sister, your husband's leg can be saved because Dr. Fang has come, not because a bodhisattva has come."

The middle-aged woman chuckled and said, "Isn't it good to be protected by the Bodhisattva? Being bestowed upon by the Bodhisattva is a blessing from Buddha, isn't it?"

Wang Yuanqi stopped trying to persuade him: "Thank you for your blessings!"

Afterwards, Wang Yuanqi and Fang Ziye went to the chief inpatient office together.

After Fang Ziye pushed open the door and entered, he stared blankly at the familiar small freezer, the familiar small dining table, the familiar bed, and the familiar sheets.

Looking from the left, the slippers on the small shoe rack that Luo Tingzhu bought were still her own, only a little dusty. The disposable socks and disposable underwear on the top were still neatly stacked, the same number as when Fang Ziye took them to the trauma center's emergency room last time.

When Wang Yuanqi opened the refrigerator door, the types of drinks inside and their placement were exactly the same as when he left.

Wang Yuanqi took two bottles of iced coffee, handed one to Fang Ziye, took a sip himself, and then sent a message to Liu Haihua and Zheng Tianle: "After you finish writing the medical orders and creating the medical record template, come directly to the chief inpatient office to get something to eat."

After saying that, she specifically explained to Fang Ziye, "Xiao Zheng and Xiao Liu haven't eaten anything yet."

Fang Ziye did not explain to Wang Yuanqi that his stomach had been empty since the morning: "I ordered four servings of fried rice as my main course, that should be enough."

"I'll order for Nie Mingxian after he steps down. If his brother who's with Professor Xie comes to the trauma center, I'll order takeout. If he doesn't, Brother Qi, could you order one for him?"

During academic conferences like these, once the big names have left, master's and doctoral students tend to become more active.

Although this was a chance for them to practice, it was really tiring. If it only happened once or twice a year, Fang Ziye would still be happy to treat them to a meal.

Wang Yuanqi picked up the drink and said with a smile, "No problem. Just leave it to me."

Then, Wang Yuanqi pulled off his mask, revealing a face full of wrinkles: "Ziye, that family member just now, she didn't mean any harm. It's just that in her mind, the Bodhisattva is greater than everything else, so you don't need to take it to heart."

If Fang Ziye hadn't come, Wang Yuanqi knew he would inevitably end up having to have his leg amputated.

The middle-aged man's injuries were indeed not as severe as the other patient's, but to save him, it would still require at least the combined efforts of Professor Liu Huanglong and Professor Deng Yong.

At this point in time, the two of them also have to take on the task of receiving experts from other provinces. They definitely won't be able to come back.

Attending academic conferences is something that associate professors and professors must do; they will have to do it someday.

China's history has taught us, through blood and tears, that the path of working in isolation is not feasible.

“I just don’t want her to spread it around the department. It’s fine if she says it once or twice in front of us, but don’t label me like that.”

"Brother Qi, you know that 'praise to death' usually doesn't end well!" Fang Ziye said, swiping his phone and starting to clear his messages and WeChat.

This is something that must be done during the entire hospital stay.

The information mainly comes from strangers who don't have WeChat, and they might contact you after getting your phone number.

On WeChat, it's for acquaintances, such as junior classmates, teachers, colleagues, or superiors who might need to contact you.

SMS messages are advertisements.

There are several unread messages on WeChat, from Luo Tingzhu, Yuan Weihong, Deng Yong, Lan Tianluo, and Jie Han.

Fang Ziye looked up at Wang Yuanqi across from him. Wang Yuanqi was also clearing unread messages at the moment. Fang Ziye then crossed his legs and stretched.

Luo Tingzhu: "I'm on the night shift today."

Luo Tingzhu was reporting to Fang Ziye to avoid being misunderstood by Fang Ziye as "working overtime" again.

Fang Ziye made an "OK" sign and replied, "After returning from the conference, I performed a destructive surgery; even a simple first-stage operation took eight hours..."

Then came Lan Tianluo. The message he sent could be summarized as follows: in the afternoon's incision technique competition, almost everyone was wiped out, just as expected.

"All beings are equal." In the second round, the highest score was only 4 points. The number of people who entered the third round was as high as 128!
Jie Han's message conveyed the same meaning as Lan Tianluo's, but with more detail.

"Wu Xuanqi, Chen Tailin, and other favorites to win the championship haven't pulled away from the others. Brother Zixi is currently ranked fifth overall!"

"Last year, Dong Zhou from the First Affiliated Hospital of Three Gorges University was close to the top ten, but this round he ranked 119th! I heard that open surgery is his specialty, but he imitated his senior too much, and ended up not even getting an average score. He left cursing and swearing..."

"In addition, Zeng Tai from the Provincial People's Hospital and Xing Fang from Xiehe Hospital also wanted to get more points, but their scores were 55/56, which is below the passing grade."

"According to the competition rules, anyone scoring below 60 points is eliminated, but this time the scores were too concentrated, so the host lowered the passing score to 50 points..."

"The twenty-odd people who were eliminated were all master's and doctoral degree holders. Their operational skills were simply too limited, so they were assigned below the passing grade..."

Fang Ziye didn't need to give a formal reply to their letters.

Just shout it out in the group: "Have you had your midnight snack yet? If not, come to the Emergency Trauma Center at 11 PM to have a midnight snack together."

Lan Tianluo and Jie Han replied instantly with "+1+1".

Deng Yong also sent Fang Ziye a message: "Don't worry about the other emergency surgery. I've already contacted the hepatobiliary surgeons directly and told them to contact Han Yuanxiao if there are any problems."

“As the chief surgeon in the operating room, Peng Long can only ask Han Yuanxiao for help from his superiors. He also doesn’t have the authority to transfer people from other teams.”

"Rest when you have time, and find a chance to rest when you don't. Tomorrow, your report on the damage cases will be at 11:20 a.m. and will last for 30 minutes."

"It's the last session of the second academic conference in the morning. After that, there will be a Q&A session. I expect you will need to answer at least five questions. Professor Xiong Zhizhang, Professor Dong Yaohui, and I will all be in the audience..."

"Director Han said he would also come at that time."

After reading it, Fang Ziye felt a little warm inside: "Thank you for your concern, Master."

Before Fang Ziye could even exit the chat, Deng Yong instantly replied with a voice message: "Ziye, what do you think would be a suitable tuition fee if you were to open a small private tutoring class?"

"Based on your current professional title, you can only apply for a maximum of 0.6 per person!"

“Master, I think they’re all fine. We can’t rely on this to make money.” Fang Ziye replied to the message, while muting the sound.

These specialized training courses require departmental resources, and the department will definitely need to allocate a portion of those resources.

At most, only a quarter of the 6k will end up in Fang Ziye's hands.

After all, the enrollment, selection, course arrangement, clinical teaching, and clinical practice of training courses all require the participation of professors. Only professors have enough resources to find so many cases, and they also need to talk to patients to obtain their consent, which involves all aspects of the rules.

Each person earns 1,200 yuan, and a small-scale training course has a maximum of five to eight people, which means Fang Ziye can only earn around 6,000 to 9,000 yuan.

This amount of money isn't particularly high, but it's not a small amount either.

Fang Ziye looked up and saw Wang Yuanqi, his senior brother, smiling knowingly, his eyes filled with envy and other complex emotions.

After putting his phone away, Wang Yuanqi simply gave Fang Ziye a thumbs-up and whispered, "Ziye, thank you!"

"Because of you, we all have the opportunity to learn for free."

Even if Fang Ziye's small-scale training course only costs 6, it's equivalent to everyone getting countless 6 for free.

Fang Ziye has been teaching in the department for quite some time now.

Fang Ziye also swiped his phone screen to darken: "Brother Qi, if you put it that way, we should pay even more tuition to our master. If a professor were to teach, the tuition would start at least at 1.5 yuan."

The last time Luo Tingzhu went to Shashi for a class, the registration fee was 19800 yuan, which is close to 2 yuan, and the class only lasted for three days.

Professor Xu Long is a well-known professor, and his classes are usually priced like this.

Just then, Fang Ziye's phone rang. After answering it, he went out to pick up his takeout...

At 10:20, Fang Ziye slumped against the wall in a chair, rubbing his stomach and squinting his eyes, enjoying a brief moment of peace.

Perhaps only a few people can understand the feeling of "satisfaction" that comes from not eating anything after breakfast and then not having a full meal until after 10 p.m.

The fried rice didn't taste particularly special, but Fang Ziye felt it surpassed most of the delicious foods he had ever eaten.

After rubbing his belly clockwise about ten times, Fang Ziye stood up and said, "Brother Qi, you guys take your time eating. I'm going to take over Professor Xie's shift."

"Good son's business."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Fang. Thank you, Brother Ye." Liu Haihua and Fang Ziye greeted each other.

After leaving the department, the warm night breeze swept in like a waterfall, inexplicably stirring up a wave of heat. Standing under the orthopedic building, Fang Ziye pressed his temples hard, barely managing to rouse himself. He muttered, "I'll wash my face later, otherwise I definitely won't be able to hold on."

"Alas!~"

Fang Ziye sighed and muttered to himself as he walked slowly: "Speaking of which, live surgery broadcasts and pre-competition demonstrations are all ways to build up my skills, but they are also really tiring."

He plucked a handful of needle leaves and rubbed them between his thumb and forefinger, his hands itching: "Maybe the teachers are right. Sometimes walking too fast isn't a good thing; it's too tiring."

"If these things were done during the attending physician's period instead of the general hospital stay, things would be much more comfortable."

"Those who want to take shortcuts will inevitably spend more time and sacrifice more sleep than normal people..."

After washing his face, changing into his work clothes, and putting on his name tag, Fang Ziye pushed open the door to the trauma center's clinic. Inside, Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan was dozing off in his chair.

Beside him, Gong Ziming was also rubbing his inner canthus before letting out a loud yawn.

Hearing the door open, he stopped halfway through his stretch, stood up, and looked at Fang Ziye: "Brother Ye!~"

"How long has Teacher Xie been sleeping?" Fang Ziye asked in a shushing tone.

"I just slept for a while. We were just talking about you..." Gong Ziming suppressed his sleepiness, his face beaming with a smile, his tone gentle and casual yet filled with respect.

Fang Ziye raised his voice slightly as he approached, "Teacher Xie, Teacher Xie, Teacher Xie..."

After being called five times, Xie Jinyuan tilted his head and stood up straight, his upper eyelids slowly lifting. The crow's feet that the years had brought on Xie Jinyuan gradually smoothed out at the corners of his eyes as he regained consciousness. His voice was still groggy: "Ziye is here?"

"Then sit down for a bit, and then go take a nap." Xie Jinyuan tilted his head as he spoke, his incoherent tone gradually becoming clearer.

Fang Ziye smiled and said, "Teacher Xie, you go and rest. I'm here to take over."

Xie Jinyuan lowered his head and tilted his shoulder: "What kind of shift are you taking over? Go to sleep. You have a lecture tomorrow. Don't embarrass our hospital."

"Although Professor Deng told you to come on duty, if I tell you to go to sleep, then go to sleep." There was a gentle but domineering tone in his voice.

As Fang Ziye hesitated, Xie Jinyuan finally tilted his head to stand at attention: "Stop being so indecisive, go and rest when you need to. People need to eat."

"Although I'm not your teacher, I've watched you grow up..."

"Thank you, Teacher Xie." Fang Ziye sat down next to Xie Jinyuan.

Xie Jinyuan said, "No matter what, you are representing our hospital's trauma surgery department to showcase our comprehensive strength."

"In a broader sense, you have brought honor to everyone in our orthopedics department. Of course, I don't label myself in any way."

"If you enjoy the benefits, you naturally have to give something in return. Right?"

Fang Ziye smiled and said, "No, no, Teacher Xie is very kind to us younger generation, and I always remember it."

In Fang Ziye's past academic journey, Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan's presence was not very strong. However, in Fang Ziye's memory, Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan also left no negative impression.

Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan was like a brick that could be moved wherever needed. For a long time, he, like Peng Long and Chen Fang, was simply labeled as an associate professor.

He did not approach Fang Ziye from any direction, and Fang Ziye was unaware of his emotions.

My next deeper encounter was in May of this year. On that occasion, an outsider told me that Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan had a very high and mighty attitude.

In fact, Fang Ziye also knew that Xie Jinyuan's choice at the time was correct.

Being a doctor is just a job, a job, not an absolute career. Why are you working so hard? Whose life isn't a life?
Why must one sacrifice their life at work to be labeled a hero, only to cause pain to their loved ones and gain empty fame?

"That's an exaggeration. It's not about showing care. After all, Ziye, you have many teachers. You don't need my guidance, much less me to be your mentor." Xie Jinyuan's exaggerated tone lifted everyone's spirits.

"Of course, even if I can't be a talent scout or offer help in times of need, I'm still happy to do this convenient favor of adding to someone's success."

"Go ahead, get some rest and a good night's sleep. When you wake up tomorrow morning, be energetic and show us the style and unique skills of our hospital's young doctors."

"Set an example for fellow students like Ziming."

After saying that, Xie Jinyuan tilted his head and said, "Gong Ziming, your name and your senior brother Ziye's name only differ by two characters, don't you think?"

Gong Ziming's first thought was, "Master, your name and Senior Brother Fang Ziye's name are only three characters different!"
Of course, on the surface, Gong Ziming appeared shy, bowed his head, and felt guilty, which perfectly matched Fang Ziye's words during his graduation defense—

I regret that I have nothing to do in return, and I lament that I have nothing to repay you with.

"Teacher Xie, I'll go take a nap first, and then in a few days, when I feel better, I'll cover for a few more shifts." Fang Ziye made an appropriate 'exchange'.

It may seem like Fang Ziye is at a disadvantage, but in fact, Xie Jinyuan's willingness to help at this crucial juncture is a form of care for Fang Ziye.

Young people always want to take advantage of others without ever experiencing a little loss. So go ahead and try to take advantage of others. Besides your parents, who else can let you take advantage of others unconditionally?
"We'll see when the time comes," Xie Jinyuan said.

Fang Ziye left, and Gong Ziming saw him to the door before squeezing back in.

Fang Ziye took a few steps before turning back and seeing Gong Ziming talking to the sober Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan. It was Gong Ziming asking Xie Jinyuan for advice.

From a distance, Fang Ziye couldn't see what Gong Ziming was saying, but from his eyes, Fang Ziye saw himself from several years ago. Back then, he had also asked his master, Yuan Weihong, in the same way, hoping that his master could point out a clear path.

Fang Ziye would be the first to disbelieve that anyone who comes to Zhongnan Hospital to pursue a master's or doctoral degree is a fool or doesn't harbor even the slightest ambition to stay at the hospital.

The conditions for hospitalization are very strict, and very few people are admitted. For most, it's just a gamble...

But even the possibility has led far too many people to rush into it.

Although Zhongnan Hospital is not well-known, it has 'buried' the youth of many people, and naturally, it has also been the place where many people's youth was celebrated.

Fang Ziye pushed open the door to the rest room, didn't brush his teeth or play on his phone, took off his shoes, went up the iron ladder to the top bunk, and fell asleep in no time with the air conditioning on.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but in a daze, Fang Ziye heard someone come in and talk to him.

"Ziye, we only managed to save one branch; the other one had to be amputated in the end. Do you think we should do a limb transplant tomorrow?"

"Okay, sure," Fang Ziye mumbled in a daze.

Fang Ziye hadn't slept well the night before, and he had to force himself to stay awake during the live surgery broadcast during the day. After returning from the competition, he underwent another six-hour high-intensity surgery.

Even an iron man gets tired.

"Then I'll contact the equipment supplier." Nie Mingxian, who was about to climb up to the upper bunk, climbed back down.

If a limb transplant is needed, he would have to go back to the operating room to process the amputated stump before he could give the patient a chance to have a limb transplant.

Such things had only existed in theory before, but Nie Mingxian felt that this was a very suitable opportunity for limb transplantation.

Limb preservation surgery is limb preservation surgery, and limb transplantation is limb transplantation.

These are two surgeries, and we need to have a new meeting and sign the consent form. If the patient's family refuses again, then we can forget about it, and there's no point in discussing any further surgeries.

Fang Ziye's breathing became steady again, as if he hadn't heard it, yet he seemed to have heard it again but didn't respond.

After Nie Mingxian stepped back onto the ground, he dialed Professor Liu Huanglong's number: "Professor Liu, Ziye has agreed to perform the surgery tomorrow. Let's take care of the stump."

"Also, should we inform Professor Deng and have him contact the associate professor in hepatobiliary surgery to prevent another blunder tomorrow? If another similar blunder occurs..."

There's really no other way.

"Alright! Ziye agreed, so let's get started. Limb salvage surgery for severed injuries and limb transplantation are sequential topics. We've already progressed to the ninth limb salvage procedure for severed injuries, so we can put the next project on the agenda now."

“Anyway, our ethics association registration has already been approved.” Upon hearing this, Liu Huanglong’s spirits lifted.

He really likes the speed at which he starts research projects.

In May, we started a clinical research project on traumatic injury, and in June we went straight to limb transplantation. At this rate, we can put Nie Mingxian's ideas into clinical practice in August, if the small limb-sparing dialysis machine really works.

Then Liu Huanglong can really announce that every member of this research group will receive a "super gift package" from the academic community!
"Ziye is a little tired and is resting, so let's not disturb him for now."

“I’ll call Tianluo later. This intraoperative data analysis definitely won’t work without his involvement,” Nie Mingxian said.

Upon hearing this, Liu Huanglong frowned: "Mingxian, can you really reach Lan Tianluo by phone? He just lets Professor Deng Yong's words go in one ear and out the other."

Liu Huanglong only recently learned that Lan Tianluo, this junior master's student, is even more sophisticated than Yuan Weihong.

Currently, apart from Fang Ziye, Yuan Weihong, and Jie Han, Lan Tianluo is indifferent to everyone else in the department.

Including Han Yuanxiao, including Deng Yong!

Nie Mingxian smiled and said, "It's alright, Teacher Liu. My relationship with Tianluo's older sister, Luo Tingzhu, is similar to that of a senior and junior brother. He will definitely listen to me."

"Alright then. Let's get started..."

……

The next day, Fang Ziye opened his eyes at 6:30.

At 6:35, Fang Ziye came out of the restroom and began washing his face and brushing his teeth.

However, just as he started brushing from his left molar to his right, Fang Ziye paused, his eyelids flickered a few times, and then he let out a soft "hmm," splashing the toothpaste foam from his mouth onto the mirror.

[Gained 6705.3 Knowledge Points.]

[Gained 4323.9 Knowledge Points.]

[Current knowledge points balance: 72541.2 points.]

Fang Ziye was not mistaken; yesterday's knowledge point earnings were indeed over 10000, and his current knowledge point balance has reached over 70,000!

The gain of over 6,700 knowledge points is easy to understand; Fang Ziye performed a limb-sparing surgery on a severely damaged limb.

To be honest, Fang Ziye couldn't understand the source of the second knowledge point gain.

After thinking carefully for a full five seconds, Fang Ziye finally remembered.

Oh, yesterday Nie Mingxian performed a limb-sparing surgery, and the theoretical basis for this limb-sparing surgery basically came from himself.

So, he never participated in the limb-saving surgery on that machine, but he made the majority of the contribution and gained more than 4,000 knowledge points.
"Shhhhh!"

"Swish swish swish swish..." Fang Ziye continued to wiggle the toothbrush up and down, moving it along the gaps between his teeth.

"Pfft!" Three minutes later, Fang Ziye finished brushing his teeth and started rubbing his face.

After washing up, I took another look at my current knowledge point gains.

Fang Ziye felt that his expression at this moment could only be described as blissful.

Looking at the handsome face in the mirror and seeing the smile on it, Fang Ziye wanted to beat him up. How could he be smiling so happily?

How could this be?
Isn't this just the first small step towards intellectual freedom? What are you laughing at?

"Hehehe." Fang Ziye laughed again.

This time, it took Fang Ziye a full eight minutes to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth before he arrived at the entrance of the trauma center's emergency room.

Inside, Xie Jinyuan was seeing a patient when Gong Ziming saw Fang Ziye. Gong Ziming, sporting large eye bags, came out and asked, "Brother Ye, what's up?"

Looking at Gong Ziming, who hadn't had enough rest, Fang Ziye finally suppressed his elation and felt a growing sense of guilt: "What are you and Teacher Xie having for breakfast? Should I go buy you steamed buns, or should I order a bowl of hot dry noodles?"

“Anything is fine!” Gong Ziming nodded and immediately turned around: “There’s a dislocated joint inside, and my master said I should take care of it.”

"If there's nothing else, I'll go in." Gong Ziming perfectly combined respect and a thirst for knowledge at the same time.

Going out shows respect for Fang Ziye; going back in shows dedication to learning.

"Okay, don't use the external rotation reduction method for this dislocation!" Fang Ziye glanced at it casually, gave the instructions, and then turned and left.

Upon hearing this, Gong Ziming frowned deeply. He dared not be frivolous or question it. He first memorized Fang Ziye's instructions, and then discussed them in detail with his teacher when the patient's family went to pay the fees.

After the patient and their family left.

Gong Ziming said, "Master, Ziye just said that this patient is not suitable for external rotation reduction. Do you think his reduction is not a simple anterior dislocation?"

"It's a complex anterior dislocation. Only complex anterior dislocations are unsuitable for external rotation reduction and require the traction method..."

Upon hearing this, Xie Jinyuan's eyes flashed, and he went back to the computer to carefully review the film.

Then, frowning, he said, "Have the patient get an MRI later for further diagnosis!"

(End of this chapter)