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Chapter 434 The Miracle of T0 Layer (Please Subscribe)
Deng Yong followed behind Zhang Yue and Zheng Haidong as they turned around, softly mimicking Zhang Yue's Sichuan accent: "Professor Zhang, Professor Zheng, aren't you in a hurry to leave?"

Zhang Yue comes from West China Hospital of Sichuan University in Sichuan Province, while Professor Zheng Haidong comes from the Sixth Affiliated Hospital of Shanghai Jiao Tong University in Shanghai. Their national standing is higher than Deng Yong's.

Even if this Hubei Province mid-year academic conference had been hosted by Zhongnan Hospital, and the Trauma Surgery Branch had invited renowned professors from various hospitals, Deng Yongguang might not have been able to invite Zhang and Zheng.

The professor is a full professor, and Deng Yong is a chief physician. However, the circles of chief physicians are different, and the circles of professors are also quite different. It is basically difficult to cross circles. What kind of circles do people in the same circle interact with each other?

The main reason Zhang Yue and Zheng Haidong came to Zhongnan Hospital this time was because they were drawn in by Fang Ziye's sharing of the topic of "damage and injury".

Zhang Yue's husky voice rang out again, hoarse yet high-pitched. He continued walking slowly without stopping: "Professor Zheng, if this surgery is the destructive surgery that Dr. Fang just shared, I'll stop and watch for a while longer."

"But I've only glanced at it a few times, and the surgery performed by Dr. Fang doesn't seem to have much to do with simple damage."

"I haven't even learned to walk yet, and thinking about running will only make me fall. I'm not jumping into that trap."

Zhang Yue must have been incredibly cunning to have risen to the professor level; doing things that are purely self-destructive is not something a professor of his caliber should be doing.

Having reached middle age, and especially at the age of fifty where he is a professor, Zhang Yue's life plan is already set. He has his own surgeries he wants to perform and his own areas of research to explore.

You might come to Zhongnan Hospital out of curiosity to see how the treatment for traumatic injuries works, but how could you possibly spend so much energy and effort, even having to stop your own research projects, to learn how to be a replicator?
Even if they are to learn, they should only let their subordinates learn, so that they have more alternative paths before their life trajectories are set.

Zheng Haidong highly agreed with Zhang Yue's idea: "Professor Zhang has a very insightful view. I also secretly observed the progress of the surgery just now."

"According to Dr. Fang's shared process of treating limb injuries, it should start with limb-sparing surgery for lower limb injuries, then move to functional reconstruction surgery, and then to limb-sparing surgery and functional reconstruction surgery for upper limb injuries. The standardized treatment process should be gradually rolled out, and only after the research is successfully piloted in other units can we take it a step further."

"This is a normal procedure, but it is clear that Professor Deng's team came prepared. There is quite a gap between the progress of their research projects and the progress of the projects they are sharing."

Research projects are projects you are currently working on.

Sharing topics refers to topics that you have already completed and can present to others for teaching and sharing. These are mostly mature topics, or at least topics that are self-contained and self-explanatory.

The amount of prior knowledge required for both is completely different.

Medicine is not child's play, and surgery is even less so.

Deng Yong slowed down to catch up with the two slippery old mudfish, and chuckled, "It seems our team won't have the chance to get guidance from the two professors."

"Ziye from our team also said that if there is an opportunity, it would be great to invite Professor Zhang, who gave a lecture at the Asian Orthopaedics Academic Conference in Thailand a few years ago, to come and exchange ideas."

Zhang Yue's eyes flickered slightly, and he turned his head slightly: "Did Professor Deng say that, or did Dr. Fang say it?"

Deng Yong paused slightly: "Professor Zhang, can I make a joke to tell you the truth?"

"Go ahead," Zhang Yue said, raising his right hand.

“Professor Zhang, I wasn’t even in the breakout session when you were sharing your insights. The only people who knew you were researching post-traumatic scar repair were your sub-fields, not us old folks.”

"In my memory, Professor Zhang, you mainly do orthopedic surgery after fracture malunion..." Deng Yong's words were somewhat honest, but also somewhat hurtful.

Zheng Haidong chuckled.

This is actually quite normal. Many professors, including Zheng Haidong, often use academic conferences as an excuse to travel, and after sharing their lecture content, they simply go for a spin.

This is understandable.

But to make such a joke in front of Zhang Yue was a bit too blunt.

Zhang Yue's eyes were filled with embarrassment. He sighed softly, "It seems I need to improve my lecturing skills. Otherwise, I won't even be able to attract domestic colleagues. It would be quite embarrassing to go abroad to lecture for others."

"But Professor Deng, why would Ziye be interested in scar repair? Scar repair is actually an interdisciplinary procedure between trauma surgery, hand surgery, and cosmetic surgery, and it is not a clinical treatment procedure."

Scar repair is increasingly common in cosmetic surgery hospitals. Many top-tier hospitals are also moving in this direction.

Cosmetic surgery and plastic surgery alone do not align with the original intention of a 'non-profit' hospital. Once you enter this industry, whether it's a public or private institution, the primary goal is 'profit'.

Cosmetic procedures are not medical procedures!
Cosmetic procedures are not therapeutic procedures.

"I'm not entirely sure about that yet, but Ziye did say that. Besides, Ziye is still in the final stage of his residency. After reviewing Professor Zhang's presentation, which wasn't focused on scar repair, he didn't take leave to attend," Deng Yong explained.

Zhang Yue's main focus is not on post-traumatic scar repair and healing, but rather on malunion and osteotomy correction of lower limb deformities.

At this academic conference, at the invitation of Professor Duan Hong, Zhang Yue shared his insights on osteotomy and corrective surgery after femoral deformity healing.

“Scar repair is a minor skill. For limb deformities, devastating injuries, and terminal clinical conditions, scar healing is already a luxury.”

"Those who can still undergo scar revision after multiple major surgeries are basically very, very wealthy people."

"Personally, I am not willing to spend more time researching this sub-field, but quite a few cosmetic hospitals have been contacting me, hoping that I will go and cooperate with them in research."

"I'm too lazy to go."

At this point, Zhang Yue paused and looked at Professor Zheng Haidong: "Professor Zheng, please don't think I'm arrogant. I'm not arrogant at all."

Zheng Haidong shook his head: "No, Professor Zhang, you are very, very down-to-earth."

"Professor Deng, do you have any special darkrooms here?" Zheng Haidong extended two fingers of his right hand, forming a single finger.

"The pleasure room? Yes, yes, yes..." Deng Yong immediately led the two through a maze of turns to a rest room in a separate room.

As they pushed open the door, a familiar, pungent smell hit them, causing the heavy smokers to relax.

After Deng Yong first emptied his cigarette, three different lighters clicked in succession. Deng Yong then picked up a disposable water cup and began to fill it with warm water for the two of them.

The cigarette butt bounced up and down as he spoke, his voice slightly muffled: "The conditions here aren't good, we only have boiled water, but we have plenty of this stuff."

Deng Yong distributed a small purple ashtray to everyone. After speaking, he turned his cigarette upside down and placed it in the notched corner of the ashtray. Then, after twisting his neck, he poured himself a glass of water and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking about half of his water, Zheng Haidong slowly put down his glass and asked, "Professor Deng, when would you have the opportunity to come to Shanghai and share your clinical research?"

"This is a new direction, and I believe that many people will be interested in it once you take this topic with you, Professor Deng."

Professor Zhang Yue opened his mouth as if to speak, but then, remembering something, he closed his mouth and pursed it.

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong frowned: "Professor Zheng, to be honest, the progress of this project is mainly being handled by Ziye. If I were to give the lectures, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to explain it clearly, and it would just be digging a hole and not filling it, which would incur public wrath!"

“Ziye is the chief resident now, so he can’t be away for too long.”

Deng Yong smiled, cigarette butt between his fingers, and said, "So I'll have to disappoint Professor Zheng."

Zhang Yue was quite honest: "Professor Deng, do you mean? Ziye is the mainstay of this project?"

"Then you, as the team leader, must be having a tough time too."

Having a team full of talented people is a good thing, but if everyone under you is rebellious, then the leader of the team will actually have a tough time.

After all, we still have to accommodate others.

After Zhang Yue voiced Zheng Haidong's question, Zheng Haidong took a puff with Deng Yong, and while watching Deng Yong exhale smoke from his nose, Zheng Haidong produced a smoke ring from his mouth.

Deng Yong grinned, revealing his teeth: "Professor Zhang, I don't know what you think. In my opinion, for a person to climb the ladder, only in the middle few years does one rely more on connections. But once they reach a certain level, personal ability will take up a larger share."

"Without the right tools, you can't do the job."

"If I were really that capable, both professors would already be my friends."

Different people mingle in different circles. Deng Yong's circle in Hubei Province is indeed quite wide, but in the national orthopedic community, the circles he can mingle in are only at the T2 level.

People like Duan Hong, academic leaders in their respective provinces, possess a special skill and can produce research topics that are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, which is enough to reach the level of a top-tier expert in the T1 category.

Without the basic skills of a national-level athlete, no one will even bother playing with you.

It's like how some directors in Hubei Province, if they don't even have the operational skills to get into a high-level position, would find it difficult to get close to Deng Yong.

There are so many people like this that Deng Yong is too lazy to add them as friends or maintain relationships.

This is actually a form of xenophobia.

Going up further, that's the true level of a 'first-class' national expert, basically the class representative of orthopedics in China, and the benchmark of orthopedics in China.

Duan Hong couldn't squeeze in either; that circle only had about ten people, and it was constantly changing.

Deng Yong's words were very honest, and also a little heartbreaking.

Indeed, that step isn't something you can squeeze in through connections alone. Because if you manage to get in through connections, your weaknesses will almost always be discovered, and you'll be excluded.

Because once you reach a position like Duan Hong's, you have to actually do something practical and take on certain responsibilities.

If you can't take on this task, and you can't take on that task, how can anyone else play with you?

Deng Yong knew that he hadn't made it in because he wasn't good enough, not because of anything else.

Duan Hong has a similar team around him. Many years ago, he gathered a large number of experts. The accumulation of knowledge and experience over the years is something that Deng Yong's team cannot catch up with in just a few years.

“Professor Deng, your words are a bit malicious. Anyone who doesn’t know better would think we’re involved in some kind of ‘fan circle’ culture, which is very xenophobic.” Zhang Yue stubbed out his cigarette, his smoky voice becoming even clearer.

Zhang Yue didn't seem annoyed; it was just a private chat and he wouldn't escalate it.

"Only you know whether your feet are comfortable wearing shoes that don't fit."

"Even if you manage to squeeze in, you'll only feel uncomfortable, like a husky mixed into a pack of wolves—it'll be very panicked."

"So, Professor Zhang and Professor Zheng, do you know how flattered and apprehensive I am that you're willing to add me as a friend this time?" Deng Yong finished speaking, took a puff, and stubbed out his cigarette.

Seeing that the two men had free hands, Zheng Haidong began to offer them his cigarettes.

With a cigarette butt between his teeth, the embers flickering, he said, "That's going too far, Professor Deng. Your exaggerated tone is becoming increasingly unrealistic."

"We're all practically half-buried in the ground, do we still need this kind of mutual flattery?"

Deng Yong said, "In my heart, the two professors are not only honored guests but also teachers. This is not flattery, but only admiration and respect."

Neither Zheng Haidong nor Zhang Yue spoke again. Instead, they each lit their windproof lighters again, and after a few whooshes, the sparks from the cigarettes grew brighter.

"Professor Deng, let's exchange ideas more often in the future!"

"Let's not say any more of that. We're all the same age," Professor Zheng Haidong said softly.

In fact, Zheng Haidong could understand Deng Yong's mindset at this moment. After wandering outside a circle for many years, he suddenly entered the circle one day and felt a little lost and unable to adjust his mindset, so he was relatively cautious in his words and actions.

But Zheng Haidong and Zhang Yue had long since come to terms with it. In life, once you reach a certain height, you're limited. Whether you push forward or not, you're competing for a different level altogether.

That's not about realizing personal value, but about hoping to overcome one mountain after another.

They either have lofty dreams and a heart for healing the sick and saving lives, or they are obsessed with leaving a lasting name and lasting fame, similar to the ancient literati's obsession with the posthumous title of "Wenzheng".

"Please continue to guide me, professors, in the future." Deng Yong said tactfully, his heart filled with sweetness.

Zheng Haidong's expression became quite conflicted, and he asked, "Professor Deng, have you considered that Dr. Fang might go abroad for further studies or have similar experiences during his visits abroad?"

"If you have any requests for further study, our Sixth Affiliated Hospital of Shanghai University will sincerely welcome you."

The most formal explanation is that Zheng Haidong wanted to send people to study, but when people from the Sixth People's Hospital of Shanghai came to Zhongnan Hospital for further study, they couldn't pass the hospital's "research review" hurdle.

This is similar to a county people's hospital sending someone to the county central hospital, the county traditional Chinese medicine hospital, or even the county second people's hospital for further training; the leadership would definitely not allow it!
The Sixth Hospital of Shanghai wanted to come to Zhongnan Hospital for a "pairing assistance" program, but Zhongnan Hospital's review was not approved. The only way to legitimately complete the exchange and learning was to ask Fang Ziye to go for "further studies".

However, while Zheng Haidong's words sounded nice, Deng Yong felt uncomfortable.

Zhang Yue glanced at Deng Yong's slightly annoyed expression and explained, "Dr. Fang shouldn't be involved in road repair, right? I saw in Dr. Fang's profile that he has a wealth of research experience."

To get promoted, you either need to study abroad if you don't have enough skills, or you need to study abroad if you don't have enough publications.

If Fang Ziye possesses both qualities, then going to the Sixth Academy in Shanghai would not be for further study, but for spreading the Dharma.

Zhang Yue felt it was rather unkind to ask Fang Ziye to beg him to "spread the Dharma" again.

"If there's an opportunity, I'll definitely contact Professor Zheng." Although Deng Yong was annoyed, he adhered to the principle of not slapping a smiling face and agreed.

After the second stick of incense was finished, the three of them began packing up and left the operating room, then headed straight for the venue...

Although Deng Yong and the other two chatted and laughed all the way, and seemed to be in harmony, each of them was actually feeling differently and thinking about different things.

After Fang Ziye finished treating the blood vessels of the stump, he checked the blood flow with Liu Huanglong and Nie Mingxian, much to their surprise.

Fang Ziye said, "Teacher Liu, that should be about right. I'll go downstairs to have a meal first, and then I'll come back upstairs to help you learn how to amputate limbs!"

As Fang Ziye finished speaking, he felt a heavy blow from the hemostat on the styloid process of his right ulna. He quickly pulled back and looked up at the attacker.

"Stop being sarcastic and speak like a normal person. Don't think that just because you're young and promising, I won't dare to hit you." Liu Huanglong's voice was muffled.

Fang Ziye quickly clenched his fist, stepped back, and took his leave.

Okay, Fang Ziye was indeed only thinking about giving Liu Huanglong "face," forgetting that Liu Huanglong had his leg amputated while on stage. Making Liu Huanglong undergo amputation and then replantation is hardly something to be learned from.

Of course, you can't say, "Xiao Liu, wait for me while I go get some food."

I'd rather remain silent. You understand, I understand, we all understand. We see through it but don't say it.

"Teacher Liu, I'm going to eat now!" Fang Ziye said, turning around after taking off his clothes.

Liu Huanglong did not turn his head away, but formally began the standardized limb replantation procedure.

Zhong Yewei had been waiting on the side. After Fang Ziye finished giving his instructions, a smile appeared on his face. "Dr. Fang, thank you for your hard work. The food we ordered has arrived."

"It was really my carelessness. I didn't expect this. I'm so sorry."

After saying that, Zhong Yewei turned around and clasped his hands, saying, "Professor Liu, Dr. Nie, thank you both for your hard work. After I take Dr. Fang down for lunch, I have to go back to work."

"I'll leave the rest to you teachers."

"I have never meant to offend you. I hope the two teachers will not mind that I was in the operating room for a while. I will leave immediately."

In those few short seconds, Associate Professor Zhong Yewei demonstrated the extremes of interpersonal skills and self-sacrifice.

Zhong Yewei stayed behind because he hoped to personally ask Fang Ziye to come and take a look before he could go on stage.

The reason I didn't leave immediately was to arrange a meal for Fang Ziye.

Now that Fang Ziye has gone downstairs, Zhong Yewei is very sensible and no longer gets in the way, so as not to be misunderstood as a 'supervisor' monitoring Liu Huanglong and the others' operations, so as to find fault with them.

Liu Huanglong didn't speak, but continued to perform the surgery diligently.

After Zhong Yewei and Fang Ziye came out of the operating room, Zhong Yewei bowed slightly and said to Fang Ziye, "Dr. Fang, thank you so much for your generosity and forgiving me. I will always remember this kindness."

"To be honest, concern can lead to confusion. When I was ten and my sister was six, my mother passed away in an accident, and my father raised my brother and me alone."

“My father passed away unexpectedly without enjoying much happiness. Now, apart from my own family, the only person I am truly close to in this world is her.”

"My mother passed away early, so my relationship with my maternal uncle's family gradually became distant..."

"Time can erase many things, but family ties can remain."

After drying his hands, Fang Ziye replied, "Teacher Zhong, let's not get sentimental. What you said almost made me cry, and it might affect the surgery later."

"I'll go grab a bite to eat first, and then I'll do my best to finish the surgery. I can't guarantee anything, but I'll do my best."

"That's good, Dr. Fang." Zhong Yewei's eyes were already red.

And then there was no more nonsense.

Some things are simply a never-ending saga, and in Zhong Yewei's mind, he was absolutely right.

Even though his own father was killed by a 'newbie' in the hospital, he was still willing to trust the hospital he worked for; that already shows great magnanimity.

But who the hell would have thought that the orthopedic resident would be like a "cheater," with even associate professors and professors having technical blind spots in front of him?
……

There was still food in the dining hall. However, Fang Ziye's meal was rather special and plentiful.

After Zhong Yewei left, Fang Ziye glanced at the takeout bill: 208!

Zhong Yewei was truly willing to spend the money.

But in Fang Ziye's opinion, it was still too extravagant; he simply couldn't finish eating so much.

The food has already been bought, so it would be a waste not to eat it.

Fang Ziye did not pretend to be generous and offer food to other strangers.

Putting yourself in Fang Ziye's shoes, if someone he didn't know, even a colleague from his own hospital, invited him to eat at the cafeteria with delicious food, he would feel uncomfortable and think the other person was a bit odd.

Respect yourself and others.

……

In fact, Fang Ziye felt that after he finished working on the severed limbs, he could just put the yo-yo on the ground and leave the rest to Liu Huanglong and Nie Mingxian.

However, this was the first limb transplantation surgery performed after amputation. Although it was an emergency surgery, the postoperative quality could not be guaranteed to the maximum extent.

But Fang Ziye felt that since he had already started, he might as well do it better.

Amputation is necessary for severe injuries because the wounds are difficult to clean.

Replantation of a severed limb is difficult after amputation, mainly because of the fear that the affected limb may have already died!
However, all of this has actually been resolved relatively perfectly. The only problem is that the affected limb will be shortened after the amputation.
This is not a problem.

It's better to have a shortened limb than to lose a limb.

Furthermore, after the surgery, a second-stage surgery can be performed to lengthen the fractured and shortened limb, or the healthy limb can be shortened by osteotomy.

At that time, there were many alternative options available.

After Fang Ziye returned to the stage fully equipped, Professor Liu Huanglong, along with Nie Mingxian and another person, had already completed the external fixation treatment of the external fixation bracket.

The patient's amputation site already had bone defects, so Liu Huanglong did not shorten the affected limb. Instead, he planned to leave the fracture untreated in the first stage and use external fixation to restore the length and bone support of the affected limb.

“Ziye, Mingxian applied to suture blood vessels, and I applied to suture nerves. All that’s left for you is to suture tendons, muscles, and adipose tissue. What do you think?” Liu Huanglong joked.

Fang Ziye smiled and nodded: "I think it's a good idea."

Liu Huanglong looked at Nie Mingxian: "See? I knew Ziye would agree to take the toughest piece of the pie."

Nie Mingxian lowered his head and began to perform vascular suturing to restore blood circulation to the lower limb, while continuing to observe Fang Ziye's process of vascular exploration and incision on the stump, occasionally lost in thought.

With Fang Ziye assisting him and a junior apprentice as his assistant, Liu Huanglong was able to take a break for the time being.

The anesthesiologist stood with his arms crossed, looking on curiously: "Professor Liu, isn't suturing soft tissue the least difficult? Hand surgeons often say that skin suturing is less difficult than fat, fat less difficult than muscle, muscle less difficult than tendon, tendon less difficult than blood vessel, and blood vessel less difficult than nerve..."

Liu Huanglong turned his head and said, "Professor Liang, that's normal limb replantation, not limb replantation after a destructive amputation."

"For limb amputations caused by sharp force injuries, under the current standardized treatment, it is only necessary to follow the treatment procedure. With solid basic skills, limb replantation can be completed."

"But after a major injury, with a large amount of soft tissue damaged, suturing that soft tissue becomes much more difficult!"

"Look at these two muscles, most hand surgeons probably wouldn't stitch them up..."

Liu Huanglong himself is a hand surgeon and knows the most about hand surgery.

A typical limb replantation procedure requires the neat trimming of the severed limb and the removal of a significant amount of soft tissue before suturing.

For patients with severe injuries, the difficulty lies in the treatment of the soft tissue surface.

Replantation of severed fingers after amputation due to trauma still involves dealing with the damage to the soft tissue surface. Suturing the amputated limb back together is much more difficult than normal tissue suturing.

At this point, suturing relatively regular blood vessels and nerves is much easier than suturing soft tissues.

After all, the remaining soft tissue, when sutured, might be sutured like soft "flesh pieces".

The remaining part of the blood vessel was treated yesterday.

The nerve remnants remain unchanged.

The patient's femoral nerve shortening can be compensated for, but the sciatic nerve surface seems to be shortened too much, which may require a second stage of treatment.

……

Fang Ziye examined Liu Huanglong and Nie Mingxian's handling of the case, analyzing their techniques from the perspectives of vascular suturing and nerve suturing.

It can be found that Nie Mingxian's talent is slightly higher than Liu Huanglong's. Currently, Nie Mingxian's vascular suturing technique has already taken on a flavor of suturing damaged blood vessels.

Professor Liu Huanglong's nerve suturing technique only carries a tiny bit of the corresponding concept.

Both are highly malleable; when the next suture is performed, you can tell them in person how to correct it.

Similarly, Fang Ziye also understood that Liu Huanglong's skills and expertise were deeper, so he was too deeply involved. How difficult could it be for him to 'abandon' his original understanding of nerve suturing?

It is already quite difficult for the customs and cultures of different villages to understand each other, let alone such a profound integration of ideas and subtle changes.
In other words, it didn't become instinctive; Liu Huanglong has always maintained a critical and questioning attitude.

If a director of a prefecture-level city hospital is "obsessed" with his own knowledge, he will firmly believe that what he has learned is the right way and that the operational techniques he has learned are the key to success. He will try to make all the technical micro-operations conform to his own understanding.

Then let's not teach.

This is not an exaggeration.

Everyone tends to gravitate towards their more familiar 'comfort zone' when faced with challenges, in order to gain a more familiar sense of 'security'.

Many scientific research projects require stepping out of one's comfort zone, which is why many people feel like they are "wandering aimlessly."

After checking his blood circulation, Fang Ziye found it to be good.

This surgery is definitely not suitable for nerve block anesthesia or spinal anesthesia, so the patient's motor function during the operation is simply out of the question.

At the same time, Fang Ziye checked the small "dialysis machine" and found it was still working.

"Teacher Liang, could you please draw a tube of blood from the femoral vein for a blood gas analysis? That way we can check how well the dialysis machine is working," Fang Ziye suggested.

Blood returns through veins, and the femoral vein collects the total blood flow from the lower limb. If the electrolyte levels in the femoral vein are within acceptable limits, the concentration of harmful substances such as necrotic tissue will also be normal.

This proves that this line of thinking is reliable!

Fang Ziye's continued suturing is not the absolute difficulty in limb replantation surgery. The absolute difficulty lies in preserving the affected limb and in properly cleaning the damaged area!
"Professor Liu, you're a hand surgeon. What do you think of Ziye's suturing technique?" Nie Mingxian asked with a smile.

Liu Huanglong said, "I can't comment, I dare not comment, I am unable to comment."

"You just want me to make a mistake." Liu Huanglong glared at Nie Mingxian.

Nie Mingxian chuckled.

Fang Ziye looked up at the opportune moment and asked in a low voice, "Professor Liu, you're not going to attend this academic conference at all. Don't you think it's a pity?"

Liu Huanglong was even angrier upon hearing this: "Wasn't that all your fault, Fang Ziye?"

"I gave up my well-deserved professorship in hand surgery to come and make a living in trauma surgery. Which conference session am I supposed to attend?"

"If I go to the hand surgery department, people will say I'm a traitor."

“When I went to the trauma surgery department, they said I was neglecting my duties.”

"so……"

Nie Mingxian keenly caught a word and immediately interrupted, "Teacher Liu, you can neglect your professional duties, can't you?"

Liu Huanglong's tone and expression froze.

Not quite understanding: "What does 'wu zi ye' mean?"

Nie Mingxian grunted: "In its normal sense, 'not doing one's proper job' means not doing one's assigned work. 'Doing' means to perform."

Nie Mingxian looked at Fang Ziye holding the needle holder: "What are you looking at? You dare to hit me?"

Fang Ziye lowered his head and muttered to himself.

The anesthesiologists and circulating nurses were all laughing.

Fang Ziye was working diligently, while Liu Huanglong and Nie Mingxian were happy to see him fail, continuing to cooperate attentively while observing and learning.

And in this atmosphere, a T0-level miracle was born in an operating room at Zhongnan Hospital!

Limb transplantation.

It's not just about limb replantation; it's at least a conceptual prototype that transcends our current understanding by two levels, and it's about to emerge.

Liu Huanglong could no longer joke around, and Nie Mingxian also stopped teasing him!
Instead, she would insert the needle, turn her head, pull the needle out, turn her head again, tie a knot, and her breathing would slow down as she was controlled by Fang Ziye's suturing rhythm.

Until the last injection is finished...

Having seen it, I can be considered a participant in this miracle.

What's more, the two of them actually got involved.

Scientific progress is achieved step by step in this way.

(End of this chapter)