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The muscles, nerves, and blood vessels that had been reconnected before him had largely returned to normal. Fang Ziye straightened his hunched body, calmly took a few deep breaths, and then spoke in a voice as gentle as spring:

"Brother Xian, Teacher Liu, can I skip this and leave the stage first?"

"Professor Xie has been on duty in the trauma center clinic for nearly forty hours straight. I want to go and relieve him as soon as possible."

Liu Huanglong, who was immersed in the surgical field and appreciating Fang Ziye's suturing quality, didn't even look up. He simply waved to Fang Ziye gently.

Having worked the same shift as Fang Ziye, Nie Mingxian knew how demanding the trauma center clinic was, so he quickly replied, "Ziye, you go first. It's a crucial time for this academic conference, so you and Professor Xie both need to take on extra responsibilities."

"After all, the time spent going out will have to be shared equally between the two of you."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye stopped replying and took a few steps back from the operating table.

The circulating nurse immediately stepped forward to help Fang Ziye unbutton the collar of his sterile surgical gown, but Fang Ziye did not immediately take off the sterile surgical gown and sterile gloves before leaving.

Instead, he continued to back up against the wall of the operating room, making a large "X" shape with his face pressed against the wall through his sterile surgical gown, tilting his head to the right, and dozing off for a while with his eyes half-closed.

Seeing this, the circulating nurse who had just sat down put her phone back down and stared blankly at Fang Ziye. Fang Ziye's handsome and youthful appearance was revealed by his delicate eyebrows, but his tired squinting eyes certainly did not relieve his fatigue.

Even someone as strong and young as Fang Ziye has become like this.

The circulating nurse hadn't thought Fang Ziye was a drama queen; instead, she felt a pang of sympathy for him.

It has nothing to do with any romantic feelings; it's just a feeling of heartache between people.

Seeing this, the anesthesiologist tensed up, almost sitting up, and whistled at Liu Huanglong.

There have been multiple cases of surgeons dying suddenly in the operating room, including at Zhongnan Hospital.

Sudden death is a condition that transcends age, gender, status, and social standing...

In the face of life and death, all beings are equal.

"Shh, shh!~" Seeing that Professor Liu Huanglong and Nie Mingxian did not react, the anesthesiologist blew on them twice more and even kicked his anesthesia machine.

Liu Huanglong glanced at the anesthesiologist, then looked in Fang Ziye's direction, paused slightly, and slowly put down the instruments in his hand.

After about forty seconds, Fang Ziye felt completely relaxed. He then twisted his neck to the left and right and began to quickly take off his clothes without opening his eyes.

Seeing this, the anesthesiologist and Liu Huanglong finally breathed a sigh of relief and then went about their respective duties.

"Each performing their own duties" means that Liu Huanglong continued the surgery, while the anesthesiologist continued to sit with his legs crossed, engrossed in the specific plot of the novel playing through his Bluetooth earphones.

Fang Ziye quietly tiptoed out of the operating room without disturbing anyone.

Only after Fang Ziye left did the circulating nurse ask, "Professor Liu, isn't this Dr. Fang very young?"

"I'm twenty-eight this year." Liu Huanglong didn't look up.

"Small."

The circulating nurse's voice was barely audible, but Liu Huanglong still caught it. Interrupted, he immediately pressed, "What do you mean 'small'? You're saying it's small without even trying it?"

“I’ll say my age.” The circulating nurse rolled her eyes at Liu Huanglong.

Liu Huanglong's eyes darted around. Such a high-quality surgical procedure left him with mixed feelings: "I haven't tried it before, but I can't say I'm too young."

The associate professor in the anesthesiology department, once again lost in the story he was listening to, burst out laughing.

As a seasoned driver, he immediately understood what Liu Huanglong meant.

'You won't understand the courage of someone your age until you've tried it yourself!'

The circulating nurse looked very experienced; she stretched her neck and then...

He pursed his throat and, without responding, deliberately dropped the topic.

When Fang Ziye came out of the operating room, it was already 5:20 p.m.

The duration of a limb transplant surgery is not something that can be determined in one or two hours; Fang Ziye performed the procedure for more than five hours.

As soon as Fang Ziye appeared at the door of the trauma center clinic and pushed open the door, Xie Jinyuan's soft snoring immediately assaulted Fang Ziye's ears.

This kind of 'rape' isn't offensive or unpleasant; it's simply something you can't escape.

Then, the image of Gong Ziming, with swollen lower eyelids and dark circles under his eyes, standing with his neck straight and eyes closed in rest, unfolded before Fang Ziye's eyes.

It's possible that Gong Ziming deliberately closed the door, so the clicking and creaking sounds of the door opening and closing woke him up.

With a slight twitch of his ears, Gong Ziming immediately flashed a professional smile and blurted out, "Hello~ May I ask?"

After recognizing Fang Ziye, he quickly changed his address to "Senior Brother".

Fang Ziye slowly stepped forward: "Pack up and go back to rest. Leave the rest of the time to me. I won't be going to the stadium to referee until tomorrow afternoon."

As she spoke, she walked over to Xie Jinyuan and gently patted his shoulder: "Teacher Xie, Teacher Xie, I'm back. Would you like to eat here and then go back to rest, or go straight back to rest?"

Going straight back to rest means you can arrange your own meals.

Xie Jinyuan was more experienced in waking up than Gong Ziming: "Go back and eat, go back and eat."

"Gong Ziming, you should go back and eat too, and go to bed early."

Gong Ziming nodded and said okay.

Then, without bothering to chat with Fang Ziye any longer, the two of them "aloofly" pushed open the door and left.

Judging from the way those two looked as they left, Fang Ziye swore that if he gave them two trolleys right now, they would definitely fall asleep on the spot.

Fang Ziye walked to the door of the clinic, staring blankly as the two disappeared around the corner away from the emergency department, before slowly walking back and sitting in the chair where Xie Jinyuan had been sitting.

Extend your right hand to hold the mouse, and use your index finger to click the left mouse button little by little.

Finally, after tapping the button several hundred times, Fang Ziye made a phone call.

After Deng Yong answered the phone, the noise on the other end gradually subsided and faded into the distance, indicating that Deng Yong had answered the call while away from his seat and had walked out into the corridor.

"Ziye, what's the matter? I'm eating here, but I'll come right away if it's urgent." Deng Yong's voice was exceptionally kind and friendly.

Every word that entered Fang Ziye's ears seemed to permeate his entire body, leaving only a sweet aftertaste flowing to his heart. A sweet and intoxicating sensation.

Deng Yong's first words were to come immediately in case of an emergency.

"Master! Could you please tell Professor Qi Qiaowen in advance that I am really busy tomorrow and will not be able to serve as a referee at the competition?"

“There are plenty of teachers who are qualified to be referees, so it doesn’t matter if I’m one more,” Fang Ziye said firmly and resolutely.

What followed was not Deng Yong's voice, but rather the calm sound of nasal breathing. After this repeated three times, Deng Yong's voice finally returned:
"Did Xie Jinyuan bring it up on his own initiative, or did you consider it this way yourself?"

Fang Ziye replied, "Master, it was my own decision to give up. At my age, appearing in such a venue three times is far beyond my expectations, and there is no need for me to serve as a judge again."

"After all, my primary task right now is to work in the department and in clinical practice."

Even if it's a stranger working with him, Fang Ziye still has to consider the other person's feelings.

Everyone gets tired, everyone experiences joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and everyone has their own temper. Especially Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan.

Xie Jinyuan was once considered his superior and teacher.

While not necessarily exceptionally kind to him, Fang Ziye had at least offered him some guidance, and he simply couldn't treat him like a 'machine' at the moment.

Helping someone is a favor.

Fang Ziye knew that he already owed Qin Geluo and Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan a great deal of favors.

Actually, Qin Geluo is doing alright. After all, she is now part of a large team, and she has some involvement in the clinical research projects being conducted in the department. This will greatly benefit her subsequent promotion to associate chief physician, and everyone will benefit from it.

Unlike Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan, Xie Jinyuan came to the emergency department last year.

At this point in time, even if you let him participate in the department's clinical research projects, it wouldn't be proper or justifiable.

Xie Jinyuan himself would feel ashamed to try to gain any benefits for himself.

"Have you thought it through?" Deng Yong asked.

"Such an opportunity is rare; if you miss it, you won't be able to make up for it."

“Yes, Master, I have thought it through very carefully. I want to give up, and for the next similar event, I will arrange and plan the time in advance,” Fang Ziye replied earnestly.

"Alright then, you can continue your shift!"

"I'll go in and tell Professor Qi Qiaowen, and then have Yuan Weihong serve as a judge."

"If one person is missing, you have to find someone to fill in, rather than causing too much trouble for the host or organizer."

"Just as you don't want to cause trouble for Xie Jinyuan, you also need to make advance arrangements and plans for external matters," Deng Yong pointed out before hanging up the phone.

Fang Ziye kept those words in mind once again.

I graduated early, started working early, and also took the step of 'representing' the Department of Trauma Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital to attend academic conferences ahead of schedule.

The greater the span, the more experiences are missed, and the less time is spent receiving education.

While professional knowledge and skills can indeed be improved through tools, social experience and planning require firsthand experience to gain.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye continued tapping the left mouse button with his right index finger, his thoughts drifting—

Certainly, clinical skills are very important. Anyone who works in clinical practice should prioritize clinical skills and use research to serve clinical needs.

Communication is essential in the process of improving one's skills.

Working in isolation is a dead end.

The ways of communicating with outsiders and the issues to consider are completely different when communicating with insiders.

Having ability doesn't mean you can be arrogant just because you have it.

The higher your ability, the higher your status should be. This doesn't mean you should become an academic tyrant or an arrogant "valve".

Having a reputation in the martial arts world doesn't mean you have to become a dragon-slaying hero before you become the dragon yourself.

When communicating with peers, it is more important to focus on the fundamentals.

The more realistic issue is that your colleagues in the foreign language department don't rely on you to publish articles, learn techniques from you, or make a living from you...

We are all real people. The way you look at Tongji Hospital and the way Tongji Hospital looks at you are objectively the same.

We haven't spent much time together yet, and this way of getting along needs to be different from how we get along with Professor Han Yuanxiao and his group.

You can choose not to participate in academic exchanges, and the world will still function normally.

However, when you go to participate in academic exchanges, you have to give others face to a certain extent and not add burdens to them. This is not about social etiquette, but more about personal cultivation, the teachings of your master, and the family education of your sect.

Putting yourself in his shoes, if Zhongnan Hospital were hosting an academic conference, and Nie Mingxian was playing games, promising to take a seat but then suddenly not showing up and not offering a solution, Fang Ziye would also be a little irritated. What are you pretending for?
Jianghu is not about fighting and killing; Jianghu is about human relations.

Of course, Fang Ziye's understanding of this went a step further.

The world of martial arts is more than just interpersonal relationships; one's status in the martial arts world is based on comprehensive strength.

The reason it is comprehensive strength rather than absolute strength is because there are many factors to consider.

When it comes to treating and saving lives, top-notch clinical experts are naturally the most capable.

In terms of scientific research, how can a clinical professor compare to an academic scholar who only does research?
So tell me, who is superior?
……

Fang Ziye's mind was in a state of confusion, and he hadn't sorted things out before the patient knocked on the door and came in. However, Fang Ziye still took the initiative to stop his inner plans.

The patient's condition was relatively simple; he had a vertical cut about seven centimeters long on the front of his thigh and came for treatment.

The surgical clinic has already taken X-rays of the femur in anteroposterior and lateral views.

After reviewing the X-rays, Fang Ziye found no fractures and handed the patient's X-rays to the family. Based on the initial examination in the surgical clinic, he began typing in the electronic medical record, explaining, "Your bone is fine. The wound just needs to be cleaned and stitched up."

"However, our hospital is quite busy right now. If you want to have surgery at our hospital, you'll have to wait until the previous two emergency surgeries are completed before we can schedule your surgery."

"Of course, if you're willing to go to another nearby hospital, you might be able to have the surgery as soon as possible. I can't guarantee it, I can only say it's possible."

The patient was middle-aged, and so was his family member; they were colleagues.

"Dr. Fang, there are two more surgeries scheduled at your hospital? Why are there so many?"

"Could you make arrangements first?" the patient asked.

Fang Ziye laughed and said, "If you're in line for surgery and it happens to be your turn, and the patients who come after you request to be scheduled first, I'll schedule you first if you're okay with one patient being scheduled first, or two patients being scheduled first."

The patient was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "You've already arranged things for me, so why are you letting others cut in line? Dr. Fang, you must be joking."

"Uncle, were you joking first? I'm not trying to scare you or spread anxiety, we do have two surgeries ahead of us."

"One patient has an open fracture, and another patient has a similar condition to you, a soft tissue injury in the lower leg. They are willing to wait, so they are in the queue."

“Minor emergency surgeries and life-threatening emergency surgeries are different in nature, so the emergency procedures are also different,” Fang Ziye patiently explained again. He further explained, “You definitely need surgery, so it falls under the category of emergency. But if an emergency occurs, you just have to wait in line! This will not affect the outcome or quality of your surgery.”

"What are your thoughts? Do you want to continue waiting in the surgery queue, or would you like to try other hospitals?"

Fang Ziye's explanation was quite straightforward.

Cutting in line is impossible. If you want to cut in line, you have to be able to accept others cutting in line for you. If you can accept that, your surgery time and your waiting time are actually about the same!
The patient's colleague asked, "Dr. Fang, which hospital do you recommend?"

Fang Ziye shook his head: "I don't know. We're not allowed to designate a hospital right now. Just go to a nearby hospital. Search for it on the map."

"Otherwise, I'll recommend a hospital to you. What if I have some kind of financial relationship with him? I can recommend you there, and he'll pay me. Wouldn't you feel like you've been ripped off then?"

"No, that's not the case. You are free to choose which hospital to go to, or you are free to choose which hospital to go to.

Fang Ziye would never touch anything like buying medicine from a designated hospital, a designated place, or a designated merchant for a brace.

I didn't take any money in the first place, so I'm just getting myself into trouble for no reason. It's completely unnecessary.

Quite a few hospital promoters have approached Fang Ziye, asking him to refer some patients to them, and to "talk" based on their medical records, with a 30% commission on hospitalization fees.

If Fang Ziye had no extra income, he might hesitate before refusing, but since he could earn money through scientific research, he didn't consider it at all.

Some even tried to trick Fang Ziye by saying that it was Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan's idea.

Without a second thought, Fang Ziye called Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan directly. Xie Jinyuan immediately addressed him as "Uncle," and Fang Ziye ended up attending school for a few days.

This is a frame-up and a fabrication.

"Then I'll go to another hospital. I have two more surgeries ahead of me. Your hospital is really 'doing good business'." The patient sighed, grinning, full of helplessness; his words carried a hint of sarcasm.

"Uncle, if you consider this a business, that's your prerogative."

"If you could help 'arrange' things, please, let us rest for ten days. Move all these patients to other places!"

"If the Health Commission can do things that even 120 can't, and you do them, all of us doctors in white coats will thank you!" Fang Ziye wasn't annoyed, but his tone was a bit sarcastic.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, glanced at Fang Ziye, and without turning his head, had his colleague push him out the door.

After the figure disappeared through the door, the patient asked, "What did that doctor mean just now?"

"You angered him, and he disagreed with your statement that other people's business is good. He even told you that if you have the ability, you should send the patients in this hospital to other places for proper care," my colleague explained bluntly.

"How am I supposed to deliver this? How am I supposed to know which place is good?"

"Many people say that Central South University is better."

"..."

Fang Ziye heard it but didn't take it seriously. By now, Fang Ziye was immune to such remarks.

After the two middle-aged people's voices completely disappeared, Fang Ziye couldn't help but have an idea: it would be great if the trauma center could set up a separate small trauma treatment team to specifically treat patients with minor traumas.

Doctoral and master's degree holders can get more practice opportunities and also reduce patient complaints.

But upon further reflection, I realized that this was just creating trouble for myself.

Before there were trauma centers, many patients with fractures were 'driven away'. Trauma surgery was still very good, and for such minor injuries, people would be sent directly to other places.

Now that there's an additional trauma center transit point, it actually requires more resources.

If another trauma center and trauma team are set up, the hospital will have to hire a batch of people, and also a batch of experts to cover the risks.

Otherwise, PhD and Master's students still wouldn't get the chance to practice on stage.

"Master, the phone is ringing. Master, the phone is ringing." Fang Ziye's newly changed cell phone rang; it was Fang Ziye's personal cell phone.

After taking it, Fang Ziye smiled and asked, "Brother Qi, what's up?"

Wang Yuanqi's voice was full of exhaustion, soft and weak: "Ziye, I need a favor. Let's switch shifts. I'll work in the trauma center clinic, and you can perform the emergency surgery, okay?"

Wang Yuanqi is a man, definitely not gay, nor is he a sissy!
Fang Ziye can testify to this.

Moreover, Wang Yuanqi is one of the few professional doctoral students in trauma surgery in recent years who has gone through the training room to pursue a doctorate, and his clinical skills are quite outstanding.

Now, Wang Yuanqi seemed like a different person, his voice filled with pleading and sobbing.

"Senior brother, please tell me slowly, what happened?"

"Director Han?!" Fang Ziye was about to ask for more details.

Wang Yuanqi said, "Ziye, let's not talk about Director Han. Please help me out. If you agree, I'll talk to you again!"

"Alright, alright, go ahead and tell me. Come over to the trauma center clinic and tell me as you go." Fang Ziye softened a bit.

The scenes of Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi instructing me in the training room flashed before my eyes once again.

Wang Yuanqi never betrayed him; he was merely Han Yuanxiao's "assistant."

Wang Yuanqi seemed to have gone all out, saying, "I found that Director Han is deliberately messing with me. He makes me do all sorts of emergency surgeries, under the guise of accumulating surgical volume, gathering surgical materials, and building basic skills."

"That's what I thought at first too, that it would give me more opportunities to operate, right?"

"However, it seems that Director Han has forgotten that when Brother Jin Hongzhou was the chief resident, he often asked his superiors to consult on surgeries and often encountered surgeries that he could not handle."

"I want to invite you too," Director Han said, then became a little impatient.

“These past two days, during the academic conference, most of my superiors left, so I asked Director Han if some of the more difficult procedures could be postponed, saying that we couldn’t do them.”

"Director Han disagreed. The complicated fracture I just treated was one that Director Han himself had taken in. I couldn't continue, so I called Associate Professor Peng Long and Associate Professor Chen Fang, but neither of them was available to come."

"Hua Ge is in a competition, and I'm totally speechless."

"Ziye, don't laugh at your brother Qi. I just hid in the sanitation duct and cried. I feel so stupid, like I was used as a pawn..."

Wang Yuanqi walked and complained, his voice getting softer and softer, and his tone becoming increasingly deep.

"Director Han wants me to learn from you, and I'd like to, but you can't force me to learn if I can't," Wang Yuanqi said.

"You call, and not a single person comes?" Fang Ziye's tone was slightly cold.

Wang Yuanqi was working with Han Yuanxiao's group. All the superiors in Han Yuanxiao's group had to endorse the chief resident. You're enjoying the benefits of the chief resident's group but not taking on the tasks of the chief resident's group.
Then Han Yuanxiao, you have a problem with your character?

"Everyone has something to do, so what am I supposed to do?"

"So, calling you is the only option? Master is busy too, that's for sure," Wang Yuanqi replied.

“Ziye, I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to find my mentor. My skills aren’t up to the chief resident level yet; I still need to accumulate experience. I’m going to join the chief physician’s team.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye immediately asked, "So who's on the operating table now, Brother Qi?"

"Don't scare me, you fucking idiot."

The surgery wasn't over, and the surgeon left?

“I didn’t go on stage to perform the surgery. I had no other choice but to ask Brother Qin Geluo to come and help. I was planning to call you after I came off stage.” Wang Yuanqi understood Fang Ziye’s meaning and replied immediately.

“Ziye, I think I understand now. Han Yuanxiao just wants the resident to be in his group, not me to follow him. It doesn’t matter who follows him, as long as he’s in his group.”

"He just wanted to give his students more opportunities."

"I don't even have the authority for Level 3 surgery, how am I supposed to perform such a complex fracture surgery? What kind of operating table would I be?!"

……

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye pondered for a moment.

They did not entirely believe Wang Yuanqi's complaints.

Wang Yuanqi is clearly in a state of mental breakdown, so he may be complaining a bit. You can't completely believe what he says, or just look at the surface.

After experiencing the incident involving Zhong Yewei in the hepatobiliary surgery department, Fang Ziye also began to calm down.

Soon, Wang Yuanqi arrived at the trauma center clinic, his eyes slightly red, his face full of awkward and forced smiles. After entering, he took off his mask, his lips trembling slightly.

"Brother Qi, how are you doing right now? Can you handle an emergency consultation?"

"Take a good rest and calm down. Don't call your master or Director Han yet. After you've calmed down and thought things through, if you realize that you've been tricked, then you can consult your master first."

"Don't act rashly," Fang Ziye reassured him.

"Okay, thank you, Ziye."

“I can definitely handle the trauma center clinic. It’s just that I need you to check on the operating room,” Wang Yuanqi said.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye nodded: "Has the patient been anesthetized?"

“Yes!” Wang Yuanqi nodded again.

Without saying another word, Fang Ziye left the trauma center's consultation room.

Of course, Fang Ziye did not rush into Qin Geluo's operating room immediately, but went directly to the operating room he had just come out of.

Fang Ziye reported Wang Yuanqi's request to Liu Huanglong.

He then explained, "Teacher Liu, do you think I should go to the operating room now, or go back to the trauma center's emergency room and call my mentor and the others to come to the operating room?"

Liu Huanglong is the direct superior and person in charge of the trauma center, and can arrange and plan everything.

If you get Liu Huanglong's permission to go to the operating room, then even if there's a mistake in the trauma center clinic, the professor will vouch for you.

Upon hearing this, Liu Huanglong frowned, glanced around the operating room, where only the last bit of skin suturing remained, and said, "Mingxian, you handle the rest. I'll go to the trauma center to see what's going on."

"It's alright, Professor Liu," Nie Mingxian replied confidently.

As Liu Huanglong took off his clothes and gloves, he gestured for Fang Ziye to come out with him for a moment.

Fang Ziye stood behind Liu Huanglong, watching him wash his hands with disinfectant. Only then did Liu Huanglong shake his hands and ask, "Ziye, what do you think about Wang Yuanqi's matter?"

Fang Ziye shook his head.

Liu Huanglong replied, "The success of one general is built on the bones of ten thousand."

“We can all see that Wang Yuanqi’s visit to Han Yuanxiao was deliberately orchestrated by Han Yuanxiao.”

"Director Han wants to achieve a win-win situation, on the one hand giving Fang Ziye more free time, and on the other hand allowing Director Han to regain the right to perform emergency surgeries in the department."

"Right? Your salary even went up, that seems like a good strategy."

"But Professor Han Yuanxiao has never gone into detail about the various aspects of departmental management. He doesn't notice the established gap between Wang Yuanqi and you."

"They're bound to break up in the end."

"He only saw that when you were with Professor Deng Yong, our superiors were all friendly and agreeable!"

Fang Ziye remained puzzled.

Liu Huanglong then tore off a tissue to wipe his hands, threw the tissue into the trash can, and said, "Your understanding of 'one general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand' means that everyone else dies in a biological sense."

"And what I have seen and understood is the eternal decay, which has died in a 'sociological' sense."

“You are Fang Ziye, and you have served as chief resident, but that doesn’t mean that chief resident is you, Fang Ziye. It is you, Fang Ziye, who gave you the special meaning of chief resident during your time as chief resident.”

"It's not your position as chief resident that makes you, Fang Ziye, so outstanding."

"But in other people's eyes, it is very likely that you, Fang Ziye, will be replaced by the term 'Chief Resident'. If others cannot reach that level, it may lead to a 'sociological' death."

"He even wondered, 'It's just a complicated fracture surgery, a surgery that seems very easy to the superiors, how come Wang Yuanqi can't complete it?'"

"Your abilities, Fang Ziye, are already on par with many associate professors. It's not unreasonable to ask Wang Yuanqi to be on par with an attending physician, is it?"

Fang Ziye immediately realized, through Liu Huanglong's explanation, that Liu Huanglong might have also experienced this.

After all, Liu Huanglong's growth trajectory and reputation in hand surgery may not be as impressive as mine in terms of professional advancement, but he is still far more capable than the 'genius' that outsiders generally recognize.

Fang Ziye immediately asked, "Teacher Liu, how should we resolve this now?"

“If you can’t solve it, your master and Professor Han Yuanxiao will have to step in and solve it,” Liu Huanglong replied.

"This is called unintentional harm, but outsiders will also suffer some degree of harm."

"Go ahead, you go to the operating room first. I'll personally guard the trauma center for you and also talk to Wang Yuanqi." After analyzing and dissecting the situation for Fang Ziye with great experience, Liu Huanglong offered a temporary solution.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye thanked him and immediately went to the operating room where Qin Geluo was. The moment he stepped into the operating room, he saw Qin Geluo tilting his head and hunching over, his eyes wrinkled into a bitter shape.

But she quickly relaxed and called out, "Ziye, go wash your hands quickly..."

(End of this chapter)