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Chapter 452 I Want to Dance for You (Please Subscribe)
Fang Ziye saw his master, Yuan Weihong, appear beside him and that Yuan Weihong was recording, but this did not interrupt Fang Ziye's teaching rhythm.

He wasn't betraying his master or ancestors; he was simply teaching his junior and senior brothers normally, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with it.

The master was merely 'listening' to his teaching.

As Yuan Weihong watched his student revise his surgical procedures, his face twitched, but there was nothing he could do.

Now, the surgical fields of himself and Lan Tianluo are in stark contrast to those of Fang Ziye, as if a separating barrier has been erected between them.

Without comparison, there is no harm.

"Tianluo, I'm not targeting you personally. If it's about damage, I can leave it to you."

"When Nie Mingxian started taking over the debridement technique for functional reconstruction, he actually encountered such an operational threshold..." Fang Ziye wanted to explain directly.

Nie Mingxian was a level 3, while you were just a level 2 chick, so you didn't pass.

But such an explanation is too weak and incomprehensible.

Lan Tianlu nodded repeatedly, while Yan Zhiming, who was even a little short of level 1 experience points, dared not voice any objections...

After Fang Ziye took over, Yuan Weihong was surprised to find that Fang Ziye no longer needed to call Liu Huanglong. Fang Ziye could perform nerve transplants and nerve suturing on his own, and very quickly.

Naturally, Fang Ziye's nerve suturing and nerve transplantation were both at level 5, and his nerve suturing for damaged nerves was also at level 4, "perfect." Even Liu Huanglong's arrival couldn't help him.

2:40.

After the surgery, Fang Ziye played the entire match and did not finish early.

After stepping down from the operating table, Lan Tianluo was left alone in the operating room to watch over the next patient, while Liu Haihua pushed the patient back to the ward.

Lan Tianluo, Yan Zhiming, and Fang Ziye went to the operating room's rest room to lie down and rest temporarily.

Lan Tianluo was massaging Fang Ziye's arm on the left. Yan Zhiming was on the right.

Fang Ziye pushed both of their hands away: "Brother, big brother, no, you don't have to do this, I'm not gay."

What are you two doing?

Saying flattering words is fine, but pinching arms and legs is just over the top.

Yan Zhiming let go, and Lan Tianluo, who was called "brother" by Fang Ziye, was all smiles: "Brother, Brother Ye, you're my brother, you're my real brother, I love you to death..."

Lan Tianlu inexplicably wanted to piggyback on Fang Ziye's fame.

Fang Ziye pressed his forehead against his: "What exactly are you doing?"

Yan Zhiming stood by in astonishment, his face filled with a look of unbearable disbelief. He looked at Lan Tianluo as if he were looking at a twisted dough stick, a complete mess.

Is this still Lantianluo?

Lan Tianluo, who was never polite to the professor, was now rubbing against Fang Ziye like a spoiled little girl.

Lan Tianluo leaned closer, his voice full of laughter: "My sister listens to me and helped me out."

“I just asked her to record a message for me, and she agreed.”

Lan Tianluo was as happy as a child, somewhat naive, so naive it was almost pitiful. Fang Ziye's heart clenched at that moment.

It seems that everyone has their own weakness.

"Isn't this a normal thing?" Fang Ziye asked.

“That’s different!” Lan Tianlu shook his head, and after laughing for a while, he slowly calmed down.

"Okay, you don't agree with yours, do you..."

"It's not until you fall that you fly,

When your dreams come alive. "

Fang Ziye's voice rang at the same time as the telephone rang.

Fang Ziye pulled his phone out of his right breast pocket and saw that it was Deng Yong calling.

"Master!" Fang Ziye quickly answered the call.

"Ziye, are you free? If you are, come to the clinic. Yan Chu came for a follow-up visit. She earnestly wants to see you and asked me to ask for your opinion."

“It won’t take long,” Deng Yong said.

Upon hearing Deng Yong's words, Fang Ziye stood up and said, "Okay, Master. The surgery is currently in progress. I'll come down right away."

Fang Ziye took the phone and left.

Yan Zhiming and Lan Tianluo both knew that Fang Ziye was going there on important business.

Yan Zhiming then asked Lan Tianluo, "Tianluo, which one is you, the one just now or the one you usually are?"

Yan Zhiming started reciting tongue twisters.

"Yes, that's all." Lan Tianluo's tone was calm as he looked Yan Zhiming up and down, asking politely, "Senior Brother Yan, is there something wrong?"

Lan Tianluo embodies a belief.

I don't depend on you for food, as long as we get along well, that's enough for me!

If you feel I'm being cold to you, you can be cold to me too.

……

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye walked directly out of the operating room's changing room, wearing shoe covers, and headed towards the orthopedic building.

Fang Ziye thought about it and realized that it wasn't that they had any 'special' care for Yan Chu. It was mainly because Yan Chu was one of the first patients in the group to complete the treatment of destructive injuries, so they had a special feeling for her.

In fact, this was also their first patient to undergo functional reconstruction surgery.

In such circumstances, the patient's choice and trust are also a kind of 'redemption' for the doctor.

It can be said that without them, there would be no limb-sparing surgery or functional reconstruction surgery for severe injuries.

The first patient with severe injuries was He Yuansheng, the second was Yan Chu, and the third was Peng Li.

Fang Ziye only had a deep memory of these three people; he only had a vague impression of the other names.

"I wonder how that little girl is recovering..." Fang Ziye smiled.

This was one of the most heartwarming pieces of news he had heard recently.

……

When Fang Ziye arrived at Professor Deng Yong's outpatient office, a junior colleague was working as his assistant.

Accompanying Yan Chu were his parents and his grandparents, with a basket of eggs placed beside them.

"Dr. Fang," Yan Chu's father called out.

"Dr. Fang," Yan Chu's mother called out as she made way for him.

"Brother Fang." Yan Chu stood with her crutches, and now she raised them to stand straight. She even playfully raised her injured limb and moved her ankle.

"Is this Dr. Fang?" This is Yan Chu's grandfather.

"Ziye!" Deng Yong put down his mouse, sat back in his chair, and watched Fang Ziye and Yan Chuyi with a smile, becoming a relatively quiet spectator.

Fang Ziye quickly read Yan Chu's range of motion: plantar flexion, dorsiflexion, internal rotation, external rotation, toe curling...

"You're recovering very well. You must have suffered a lot at home, right?" Fang Ziye looked at Yan Chu's father.

Yan Chu's father nodded, wiped his eyes, and said, "It was very painful at first, so painful that she cried out. But after June 10th, it got better, and she hardly felt any pain anymore. She said that she only had occasional stinging pain. It basically disappeared after the 20th."

"Dr. Fang, thank you so much."

Fang Ziye then looked at the scar on Yan Chu's foot and gave her a thumbs up: "Very good, great."

“Brother Fang, my teacher said that I have a chance to go back on stage. If I continue to recover and practice, I may be able to dance again. It’s just that it will be a bit difficult to become a dancer in the future.”

“But being a dance teacher shouldn’t be a problem,” Yan Chu reported proactively.

Fang Ziye wasn't curious about why Yan Chu was able to get in touch with her teacher so quickly. Given Yan Chu's family background, finding more mentors wouldn't be a problem, and she wouldn't have any financial pressure.

Congratulations!

"However, Yan Chu, you can't have cosmetic surgery in the near future, otherwise it's easy for adhesions to recur. It's best to wait a year or even two before having cosmetic skin surgery."

"Actually, the scars on your feet aren't too bad," Fang Ziye warned again.

Girls all love beauty, and if they can, they will do everything they can to make themselves more beautiful.

But some things can't be rushed.

"Dr. Fang, don't worry, we will definitely remember your words."

"Actually, in my opinion, it doesn't matter if Yan Chu doesn't go for beauty treatments now. She's fine as she is now," Yan Chu's father said with satisfaction.

If Yan Chu's condition wasn't destructive, then he would definitely hope that Yan Chu wouldn't have any scars left.

But given that situation, the fact that he can still keep his foot and dance to make his daughter happy makes him feel he has no regrets.

"Brother Fang, can I invite you to watch me dance? I've dropped out of school, so I'll still be a sophomore next semester. I'll still have a chance to participate in the school's New Year's Eve party..." Yan Chu looked up and invited him with great joy.

Yan Chu's words caused his parents' expressions to change slightly.

She hadn't discussed this with her family beforehand.

Fang Ziye was very busy, something Yan Chu was unaware of.

Fang Ziye was taken aback when he heard this. After thinking about it carefully, he said, "I might not have time to go and see it in person. Your brother Fang is the chief resident now, and a chief resident can't leave the hospital."

"But you can have your parents film me, I would be very happy."

Yan Chu asked, "What is a chief resident? Is it very busy?"

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong chimed in: "A chief resident is a resident physician who stays at the hospital all the time; that's hospital policy. If he leaves his post without permission, your brother Fang will be punished."

“I am his superior, and I will not approve this leave.”

Yan Chu's invitation was naturally well-intentioned, but there should be a hierarchy of importance and urgency.

"Then next year, next year I'll be a senior in high school, is next year okay?" Yan Chu continued to try.

Fang Ziye agreed without hesitation: "If there are no special circumstances next year, I will come."

At that time, Fang Ziye was definitely discharged from the hospital.

When the time comes, it will be a proper attending physician. It's perfectly normal for the attending physician to take a few days off to enjoy themselves during the holidays.

Yan Chu laughed: "Then it's settled."

"Goodbye, Brother Fang; goodbye, Uncle Deng."

“Uncle Deng, you’re coming too! You’re coming this year and next year. You’re a leader yourself, so you can give yourself a vacation, right?” Yan Chu added Deng Yong to the conversation.

Deng Yong blinked: "Okay, show me the time in advance. I'll check the schedule and can only say I'll try my best."

"Remember to take the eggs with you, we can't accept them."

"Thank you for your kindness." This time, Deng Yong stood up and bowed slightly.

"..."

Ten minutes later, Yan Chu and her family finally left.

Fang Ziye felt a sense of satisfaction. Watching Yan Chu's departing figure, he escorted her to the door, then stopped his junior brother from calling the next patient and instead closed the door directly. "Ziye, what are you doing?" Deng Yong asked as he sat down, refreshing the patient list.

Deng Yong has many numbers, including plus numbers, so he needs an assistant to help maintain order.

“Master, I heard that Teacher Dong passed away unexpectedly, and the funeral was held in Han City. When are you going there? I would like to be your driver.” Fang Ziye saw Jie Han’s message and knew the time of Teacher Dong’s funeral.

Regardless, Fang Ziye felt that Professor Dong was a very respectable senior.

Previously, because of Yuan Weihong, Fang Ziye's relationship with Deng Yong had become somewhat strained. This time, even if Yuan Weihong might be angry, Fang Ziye still had to go with Deng Yong to visit Professor Dong.

Professor Dong is a respectable person.

Deng Yong moved the mouse twice with his right hand, and then said, "We'll leave the hospital at 3 PM tomorrow. You can arrange the time and your assigned tasks."

"Yes, Master." Fang Ziye nodded, then breathed a sigh of relief.

Question: "Master, why has your clinic day changed to Tuesdays now?"

Previously, Tuesdays were surgery days, and Deng Yong's outpatient clinics were all on Thursdays.

"Now that we're in a new place, we naturally need to adjust our clinic hours."

"Ziye, you've got some nerve these days, even turning your back on your master. You called me yesterday specifically to have the surgery done, but you did it yourself?" Deng Yong asked, his words a pointed question.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye immediately shook his head and said, "Master, I'm just hoping that you can come back."

"The department is currently short-staffed."

"So you only thought of me as a helper when the department was short-staffed?" Deng Yong asked again.

Fang Ziye continued to shake his head: "That's not how it is, Master."

"I really hope you can come back and take charge, otherwise the department is still a bit chaotic right now."

"I knew that some things had happened in the department just a few days after you and Professor Han left. Although Professor Liu managed to suppress it, I still think that if you were here, Master, the department definitely wouldn't dare to cause such a commotion!" Fang Ziye replied decisively.

Deng Yong was satisfied with Fang Ziye's answer and said, "He can't come back for the time being. After all, your master is a senior official, so if anything happens, he will become a scapegoat. Even if he is wronged, he will have to take the blame."

"Secondly, the loss of personnel in the hand surgery department this time was too heavy. There are two vacancies for senior professional titles, which cannot be left unfilled. I need to stay here for a while to stabilize the situation."

"As for the third point, I also need to think about it carefully and reflect on it!"

"It's possible that I was too lenient and accommodating to others in the past." Deng Yong's tone was cold, causing Fang Ziye to tremble slightly.

Fang Ziye looked at Deng Yong carefully and found that Deng Yong's temperament seemed to have changed a lot.

"Master, if there's nothing else here, I'll go back to perform the surgery now."

“There’s one left today,” Fang Ziye replied.

"Okay, sure!" Deng Yong said.

"I've actually been observing them secretly these past few days. Yuan Weihong is fine leading the team on his own, and Peng Long is also passable, but Chen Fang is still lacking in experience."

"Focus on doing your job well, and when the opportunity arises, your mentor will fight for the position of ward director."

"Back then, even if someone in the department wanted to cause trouble, they couldn't make a fuss."

"I thought that no matter what, Han Yuanxiao wouldn't do anything to ruin the department, but I still overestimated him."

"As for your master Yuan Weihong, he is a reasonable person." After Deng Yong finished speaking, he waved his hand, indicating that Fang Ziye could leave.

As Fang Ziye walked out of the clinic, he felt a mixture of indescribable heaviness and indescribable relief.

It seems that the previous incident really was related to Han Yuanxiao.

Han Yuanxiao deliberately involved his senior martial brother. Desperate, Han Yuanxiao agreed to the widespread use of that drug in the department.

My own considerations were too superficial. Deng Yong was aware of the situation but did not interfere, which was a sign of respect for the ward director.

After all, if Deng Yong intervenes, the department will easily fall into factions, and everyone will be going in different directions, leading to chaos and confusion.

However, if everyone works together, the department's prospects are actually very good.

……

After Fang Ziye returned to the operating room, Yuan Weihong and Lan Tianlu both voluntarily gave up their seats.

This time, they didn't intend to demonstrate incorrect techniques and have Fang Ziye correct them; instead, they wanted to observe the correct procedures a few more times.

After all, during the learning phase, the most important thing is to be exposed to the right things.

Try and fail more; reckless action won't work.

Surgery is not a simple exercise that can be repeated indefinitely.

Because once the surgical procedure is finalized, the patient will carry that experience with them for the rest of their life after leaving the operating room.

Of course, Fang Ziye didn't work at full speed today like he did yesterday. Instead, he started from scratch and gave Yuan Weihong and Lan Tianlu a detailed demonstration and instruction.

Even when dealing with details, he would have three people feel the patient's soft tissue condition together.

After the debridement was completed, Fang Ziye said, "Nerve transplantation and nerve suturing are part of hand surgery, and even the basics of these require a high level of skill in suturing."

"If the basic skills are not good enough, even if a nerve transplant is performed, the subsequent functional reconstruction will not be achieved."

"So we may need to find some hand surgeons to join the team later."

Upon hearing this, Lan Tianluo's first reaction was to naively ask, "Senior brother, can't we practice on our own?"

Yuan Weihong tapped his ulnar styloid process with the hemostat in his hand: "If you can learn, then everyone can learn?"

Subconsciously, I was thinking, "Damn it, your master is already so old, and you want me to start all over again from scratch in hand surgery for five years? Dude, how old will I be then? Almost forty-something."

Then, after practicing nerve suturing for several more years, the person gets old.

Yuan Weihong is a genius, but he has studied trauma surgery for many years before he has reached his current level of expertise.

Fang Ziye simply smiled and continued speaking.

……

It was 9:47 PM.

After returning to the house, Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu were both exhausted. After taking a shower, they lay on the bed, sprawled out like corpses.

Although Luo Tingzhu's operations are not numerous, they cannot compare to Fang Ziye's.

But sitting in the operating room for a full twelve hours, that's torture too, isn't it?

"Tingzhu, work is so tiring. It's so much more comfortable to stay home and relax in the air conditioning. How about we both switch to research?"

"Nine to five, with our qualifications and the speed at which we conduct experiments, our annual output can definitely meet the minimum requirements for hospital researchers. We can just lie down and relax." Fang Ziye muttered to himself, turning his head to the side.

He noticed that Luo Tingzhu had turned to look at him at some point, her delicate face squeezed into a chubby mound.

The tadpole-like eyes are lively, with long eyelashes that move with the opening and closing of the eyelids, and a bright light in the pupils.

He rested his chin on his left hand.

Her pale purple lips, tinged with red, parted slightly. Her voice was gentle yet rational, tinged with a faint smile: "Senior brother, are you really willing to do this?"

Fang Ziye also turned to the side, resting his right hand on his right cheek: "I guess I'm just born to be a workaholic!"

"Senior brother, I just got my period," Luo Tingzhu said nervously.

Fang Ziye rolled his eyes instantly: "What the hell?"

After his eyes darted around once—

Fine.

Men are like plows, women are like soil.

That makes sense.

"Ding-dong!" Fang Ziye's phone suddenly rang.

The phone was charging side-by-side with Luo Tingzhu's phone on Luo Tingzhu's side.

Fang Ziye is still the chief resident, so he can't ignore messages and phone calls.

Luo Tingzhu turned to pick up the phone, accidentally activating Fang Ziye's phone screen with her face, and then saw the unread message.

"Brother Fang Ziye, actually I just wanted to dance for you."

"Here you go!" Luo Tingzhu handed the phone to Fang Ziye and then turned back to look at her own phone.

This time, they didn't even use any titles.

Once Fang Ziye picked up his phone and looked at it, he should have known what was going on.

There's no need to reply to messages that aren't from junior students or teachers.

"Tingzhu, are you jealous? This is Yan Chu, a patient in our department!"

"Are you really a little jealous?" Fang Ziye smiled and squeezed closer to Luo Tingzhu.

Luo Tingzhu turned around, took the initiative to let go of Fang Ziye's hands, and let him hold her in his arms. She nodded gently and said, "Jealousy is instinct, but reason knows that Yan Chu is just a little girl."

“But I won’t get angry.” Luo Tingzhu explained earnestly.

Reason and emotion are intertwined.

Luo Tingzhu rarely lies, so she just says whatever comes to mind.

"If the time and opportunity are right, shall we go watch her dance together?"

"She is the third miracle I have witnessed in all my years of treatment!" Fang Ziye invited.

Upon hearing this, Luo Tingzhu lightly tapped Fang Ziye's arm with her right hand: "Senior brother, you yourself are an orthopedic surgeon, don't you know that doing some strange joint flexions can hurt your hand?"

After Luo Tingzhu slapped away Fang Ziye's mischievous hand that was playfully groping her chest, she said, "I'm a little in pain during my period."

"Oh!~"

"Then I'll behave myself!" Fang Ziye said, a little embarrassed.

Luo Tingzhu is also an orthopedic surgeon. Her elbow joint is so flexible that it is easy to develop epicondylitis. Fang Ziye couldn't even defend himself, otherwise it would have been another debate on 'basic knowledge'.

"You're usually well-behaved, so..."

Luo Tingzhu pursed her lips: "Not honest."

Luo Tingzhu couldn't understand why Fang Ziye had such a hobby; it was practically developing into an addiction.

Fang Ziye suddenly thought of a possibility and asked, "Tingzhu, can you dance?"

"Yes, I will." Luo Tingzhu smiled.

Fang Ziye immediately let go of Luo Tingzhu and moved half a body's width aside: "Why didn't you say so before?"

"You didn't ask, senior brother. It's just that I haven't danced it for many years." Luo Tingzhu stuck out her tongue and smiled mischievously.

"I'm a little tired today." Then she snuggled into Fang Ziye's arms.

You can sense that Luo Tingzhu is probably the kind of girl who is rather 'conservative'. When you haven't broken through her defenses, she's just a typical obedient girlfriend.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye secretly added to himself that he was also a little jealous.

(End of this chapter)