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Chapter 480 Car Crashes on a Curve (Please Subscribe)

Tongji Hospital has three campuses, and Fang Ziye is going to the main campus.

Fang Ziye has been in Wuhan for nearly five years, but he has never been to Tongji Hospital.

After getting off the bus, the first thing you see is the four large characters "Tongji Hospital," and above that is the sign for the Affiliated Hospital of Tongji Medical College of Huazhong University of Science and Technology.

This is a very old and prestigious academy with a rich historical atmosphere.

It has long been known as the "Northern Peking Union Medical College Hospital, Southern Xiangya Hospital, and Central Tongji Hospital".

In recent years, apart from Xiangya and Qilu Hospitals, whose overall strength has declined somewhat, the other hospitals, such as Union Hospital, West China Hospital, and Tongji Hospital, have remained at the forefront of the medical field.

In terms of overall hospital strength, Zhongnan Hospital can't even come close to Tongji Hospital; it's practically incomparable to Tongji Hospital.

It could even be said that Tongji Hospital has a greater reputation than Shanghai Sixth People's Hospital, and its overall strength is even stronger!

After entering the hospital area, Fang Ziye first read the message Wang Yuanqi had sent him, telling him to "rest assured," and then dialed Wu Xuanqi's number.

Fang Ziye was unfamiliar with Tongji Hospital and did not know how many operating rooms there were or where the surgery was being performed.

"Brother Qi, I've entered the main campus through the main gate and am now facing the outpatient building. Which way do I go next?" Fang Ziye quickly reported his location.

"Ziye, have you arrived yet? Wait a moment, I'll have someone call you. My junior brother is waiting for you. You might have missed each other," Wu Xuanqi replied.

"Okay." Fang Ziye then hung up the phone.

A few seconds later, Fang Ziye's phone rang again. After answering it, Fang Ziye turned around and saw the familiar, large-tonnage "senior brother" at the main entrance.

Guo Haichao, Wu Xuanqi's junior brother and Fang Ziye's senior brother, is 1.9 meters tall and weighs over 180 kilograms.

"Brother Ye, Brother Ye! When did you arrive?" Guo Haichao ran over, his belly fat jiggling slightly.

"I came straight in after getting out of the ride-hailing car..."

"Brother Chao, long time no see!" Fang Ziye took two steps forward and extended his right hand to shake hands with him.

Guo Haichao's hands are very thick and strong!

After shaking hands, Guo Haichao said, "Brother Ye, let's skip the small talk and talk as we walk. My master and the others are waiting for you to go on stage."

After the two walked side by side, Guo Haichao shook his head and said, "It's been a long time since we last met. The last time we met was during last year's competition. I knew back then that you were pretty awesome, Ye Ge."

"I just didn't expect you to be so arrogant, Brother Ye?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye knew that Guo Haichao was making a suggestive remark: "Brother Chao, do you guys at the hospital usually talk about how to exaggerate your awesomeness?"

What kind of language is this? Is insulting someone like a bullwhip?

Guo Haichao was taken aback. He had only been referring to Fang Ziye personally, but Fang Ziye's words had taken on a general attack. He quickly shook his head to show weakness: "Brother Ye, it's just that when I saw you, I felt like I was a bit younger."

“My master and senior brothers don’t say that.”

If you can't win an argument, don't argue, just admit defeat.

Fang Ziye saw Wu Xuanqi's shadow in Guo Haichao, mainly because he was flexible and adaptable.

If a man can admit to saying such hurtful things, what anger can you possibly hold against him?
As they went further inside, Guo Haichao asked Fang Ziye to call him by another name, because there was an associate professor in the operating room named Chao Ge, and they wanted to avoid having the same name.

"Brother Guo, what's going on inside?" Fang Ziye and Guo Haichao arrived at the changing room of the operating room.

As Fang Ziye got his scrubs and changed into the special rubber slippers for the operating room, he asked a question.

Guo Haichao has a chubby face; it's hard to tell if it's due to protruding cheekbones or just a bit of fat. He has the typical build of a tall, broad-shouldered orthopedic surgeon.

At this moment, Guo Haichao's chubby face was squeezed together, resembling the Chinese character "囧" (jiǒng, meaning awkward or embarrassed): "Brother Ye, since you're already here, we won't hide it from you anymore."

"My master plans to take my senior brothers Wu and Nie to have upper limb functional reconstruction surgery. The preoperative discussion went very smoothly, and Professor Song and Professor Zhao from the Department of Hand Surgery were invited to participate in the preoperative discussion."

"But halfway through, I realized I couldn't keep going."

Guo Haichao then noticed that Fang Ziye had fallen a few steps behind him, his legs stiff and unable to move.

His mouth was slightly open, his face full of disbelief and astonishment.

Guo Haichao wasn't embarrassed at all. He took a few steps back and explained, "Brother Ye, don't be angry. No matter what, even if you didn't come, we could still finish the surgery, and the patient's symptoms would definitely improve significantly."

"We just felt that the quality did not meet our expectations, so we thought we would have you come over in person to revise the surgical process and improve the quality of the surgery."

"Furthermore, even if Brother Ye and your team fully develop the functional reconstruction technique, Zhongnan Hospital can't even treat all the functionally disabled patients in the entire city of Wuhan. They still have to go to other places for treatment, or they might not even have the opportunity to be treated at all..."

Hearing Guo Haichao's explanation, Fang Ziye quickly added, "Brother Guo, you misunderstood. I don't think it's bad or inappropriate; I'm just a little surprised."

Fang Ziye was naturally surprised!
Fang Ziye once heard a saying: "You haven't even learned to walk yet, but you're already thinking about running and jumping."

Fang Ziye thought that such a thing might not happen in the industry.

But unexpectedly, there were quite a few such incidents.

This is true for Shanghai Sixth People's Hospital, and it's also true for Tongji Hospital!

Overtaking on a curve presents the best opportunity, but it also carries a high risk.

The fact that Zhongnan Hospital now has such "priority" is actually like overtaking on a curve, walking a tightrope with great caution.

If you take even one wrong step, the end result could be a devastating fall, leaving you not only to bear the risks yourself but also to be ridiculed by your peers.

Look at Zhongnan Hospital, they're so desperate for fame, they want to standardize treatments for trauma and perform functional reconstruction surgery. Do they even have the expertise to do that?

Guo Haichao pursed his lips, and after a moment of contemplation, he said, "I think my master's statement makes sense."

"This world cannot have only a small group of people who do not seek fame and fortune; there must be more people who need to wear their empty reputation on their belts."

"Old Wu once said, what does my reputation, Wu Mengchao's, amount to?"

“My master said that Duan Hong’s reputation is even more insignificant. Even if he takes a step forward and makes a mistake, it’s enough to just scold him.”

Fang Ziye followed Guo Haichao into the operating room.

Mr. Wu certainly said something like that.

When Mr. Wu first underwent a highly risky surgery, many people advised him against it, saying it could ruin his reputation.

However, Mr. Wu didn't care about all that.

The first person to eat a crab is bound to take risks, both for the crab and for the person eating it!
"Professor Duan, you flatter me. I believe you have the confidence to help the patient recover better." Fang Ziye smiled and then quickly changed into scrubs.

Once everything was ready, Fang Ziye followed Guo Haichao up to the floor where the operating room was located. After navigating two 90-degree intersections, they entered operating room number 12. Fang Ziye washed and disinfected his hands at the entrance, then clasped his hands together in front of his chest, seemingly in a very devout prayer as he entered.

As the pneumatic automatic sensor door slowly opened to the side, the many figures moving inside came into Fang Ziye's view.

Seven or eight middle-aged professors, at least in their fifties, lingered around the operating table, occasionally chatting.

After the door opened, the only thing Fang Ziye heard was, "What do you think will happen now that Xiao Fang is here?"

"Master, Dr. Fang has arrived," Guo Haichao called out softly to the crowd.

When the door opened, many people's eyes were focused on Fang Ziye. After Fang Ziye walked in, they automatically made way for him.

Fang Ziye responded with a smile, neither humble nor arrogant, and walked to the sterile surgical gown without saying a word. He began to twist his clothes and put on the sterile surgical gown, his voice calm and natural: "Make a size 7.5 pair of gloves."

Fang Ziye didn't know many of the professors, and now was not the time for pleasantries.

Guo Haichao had already taken Fang Ziye's phone and placed it on the shelf in advance to save time.

The operating room was completely silent.

Finally, Professor Duan Hong broke the silence, smiling and saying, "Ziye is here. Let me introduce you. This is Professor Song Donghai from our hand surgery department, and this is Professor Zhao Le."

Fang Ziye discovered that many people of Song Donghai's generation had "Hai" in their names.

Fang Ziye knew of Zheng Haidong from Shanghai Sixth People's Hospital and Deng Haibo from Zhongnan Hospital; now there's Song Donghai too...

This name is comparable to the "zhiqi" or "ziqi" of the post-00s generation.

Of course, despite his inner complaints, Fang Ziye still greeted everyone very politely: "Hello, Teacher Song. Hello, Teacher Zhao."

Respecting others is also respecting yourself. It has nothing to do with status. At least those who have reached their level have performed high-quality surgeries on many people to get to where they are today.

Otherwise, their rivals for the highest rank would not be happy to see them promoted to professor openly and legitimately.

You perform surgery and the patient groans and moans every time. How do you expect to become a chief physician and professor?
As Fang Ziye approached the operating table, he witnessed the surgical procedure and felt a chill run down his spine.

On the operating table, the patient was indeed a standard case of peripheral nerve injury with muscle atrophy and muscle adhesions, and the planned procedure was upper limb functional reconstruction surgery.

Moreover, Professor Duan Hong and his colleagues have basically completed all the preliminary loosening procedures, including the loosening of muscle adhesions.

However, after reaching this point, both Professor Duan Hong and Professor Song Donghai found that they didn't know what to do next.

It seems like whatever I do is right, yet it also seems like whatever I do is wrong.

"Ziye, this is the current situation. Professor Song and I are thinking of performing a transposition on the proximal end of the ulnar nerve, and then performing transposition and reconstruction on the tendons that need it."

"But Professor Song also said that such surgery is best performed in two stages, and not so much in one stage. Also..." After analyzing the current situation, Duan Hong also explained his own plans.

Duan Hong is extremely professional, with an incredibly solid foundation, even stronger than his mentor Deng Yong.

Moreover, Professor Song Donghai's abilities should not be underestimated. With the addition of Nie Mingxian and Wu Xuanqi, Fang Ziye was very confident that even if he didn't come, they could step in and provide some benefit to the patient's function.

Moreover, the degree of functional recovery will be no less than about 30% of the normal level.

Thirty percent is not low. Those who come for functional reconstruction surgery are basically patients with limited mobility or even no function.

Upper limb functional reconstruction surgery is not as simple as lower limb functional reconstruction surgery.

A normal person does not need toes to grasp or rotate, nor does the ankle joint need to flip over.

But not the upper limbs!
Hand function is one of the most complex functions in the human body, and the reconstruction of hand function involves some of the most complex theories and anatomy.

Moreover, the hand is the most active and complex organ in the human body, bar none!

No other organ has the same level of mobility as the hand.

Professor Duan Hong didn't know what to do. Was that surprising? Not at all.

It is so complex that even Professor Duan Hong's vast knowledge base is difficult to fully comprehend.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye frowned deeply. After approaching the operating table, he carefully examined the patient's current condition.

"There is damage to the brachial plexus from the middle of the upper arm to the proximal forearm, with severe muscle atrophy, involving various muscles of the forearm."

"The muscles in the palm were not examined or loosened..."

"The blood vessels may also be deformed."

"Skin condition..."

After examining the patient closely for about five minutes, Fang Ziye took two steps back, removed his gloves, and said with a very serious expression, "Professor Duan, I need to see the patient's complete MRI and CT scans."

"Ideally, I'd also like some electromyography (EMG) data. Then, I need to carefully consider the follow-up procedures for this surgery!"

After speaking, Fang Ziye blinked, his expression very calm, and his tone not arrogant or boastful.

Without these preliminary preparations, Fang Ziye wouldn't know where to start. He needs to organize the patient's basic information more carefully, because in some cases, even with direct visual inspection, it's impossible to know the patient's physical condition.

Duan Hong, however, was very understanding: "Would you like us to step down from the stage with you for a short preoperative discussion?"

"So much the better!"

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he explained, "Professor Duan, I actually planned to start upper limb function reconstruction surgery again in October. For a long time recently, I have been researching limb-sparing surgery for upper limb injuries."

"Functional reconstruction surgery is separate from limb preservation surgery, but also surpasses limb preservation surgery."

"I haven't performed an upper limb function reconstruction surgery yet. So I still need to organize my thoughts."

I cursed under my breath.

This isn't a consultation or optimization session for me, it's a forced attempt to push me to improve!
I failed to overtake on a curve and the car overturned. I was asked to step in and save the day. Luckily, I can add a little more later, otherwise, I would have had to finish the job hastily.

Of course, at this moment, Fang Ziye saw the fighting spirit of all the top hospitals!

Duan Hong is not wrong.

As Guo Haichao said, Fang Ziye, including all the orthopedic staff at Zhongnan Hospital, are experts in trauma and functional reconstruction surgery, yet they still couldn't finish treating all the corresponding cases, even for the entire city of Wuhan or Hubei province.

Everyone else still needs to study hard!

Before Duan Hong planned to overtake others on a curve, he made ample preparations for the possibility of a crash, and even twenty years from now, not all hospitals will have such preparations...

(End of this chapter)