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Chapter 60: Professor Deng has strong opinions (Please add to your favorites and read on).

Deng Yong immediately saw through Fang Ziye's thoughts.

If Fang Ziye started cutting the skin as soon as the screw at the end of the intramedullary nail was removed, it would mean that Fang Ziye had not thought it through. Fang Ziye carefully felt the scar tissue inside the small scars, which means that Fang Ziye had thought it through carefully.

In the end, after glancing at Xie Jinyuan, she chose to place absolute trust in her superior physician, without needing to consider anything further.

With this awareness, it is highly advisable not to deliberately increase the difficulty of one's operations.

"Xiao Xie, Xiao Fang trusts you completely. He didn't hesitate for a second before making the incision." After the surgery successfully opened up the key point, Professor Deng Yong felt relaxed and at ease.

Fang Ziye's thinking, basic operational skills, surgical procedures, etc., were all clearly laid out. The next step was a procedural issue, not a problem caused by unexpected operational events.

Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan felt the atmosphere wasn't relaxed enough, so he stepped on the gas: "Men, it's better to poke hard."

Fang Ziye's hand almost trembled, after all, the side effects of this sudden acceleration were quite significant.

Seeing the progress of the surgery, Professor Deng Yong no longer needed to stay in the operating room. He stepped back, taking off his clothes as he went, and immediately asked, "Professor Xie is very experienced! Which has more incisions, the ones you've poked or the ones you've cut?"

The circulating nurse was now behind Professor Deng Yong, helping him untie the straps of his sterile surgical gown.

Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan cleverly defused the situation: "Professor Deng, you will always be the most senior teacher in our group. You have seen the most, made the most incisions, and poked the most holes."

It's also a double entendre.

Professor Deng Yong nodded at Xie Jinyuan, admonishing him to continue retreating: "If your hand skills were as good as your verbal skills, you would have been performing demonstration surgeries long ago."

"Xie Jinyuan, oh Xie Jinyuan."

Xie Jinyuan continued his playful banter, his tone conflicted: "Professor Deng, you shouldn't know how good I am at talking, should you?"

This shamelessness was so extreme that even Professor Deng Yong had to take a few steps back.

"Your skin is itchy, right?"

"If you keep acting up, I'll have your wife come and talk to you." Professor Deng Yong, unable to win the car race, began to display his superior authority.

Xie Jinyuan then quickly retreated, bowing his head in embarrassment.

I still have to give face to the professor, the group leader, and the ward's administrative director. Although a long time ago, when Deng Yong was still the chief inpatient, I could affectionately call him Brother Yong, and I can still call him Brother Yong occasionally now, it's not like it was back then.

Professor Deng Yong then went outside.

The surgery proceeded as planned.

After all five fixing screws were removed, Xie Jinyuan became the boss of the operating room, and his speed suddenly increased: "Come on, Xiao Fang, I heard you've never poked a hole before, today I'll let you insert it and then pull the long one out of the cavity."

The device inserted is the connector of the intramedullary nail fixation device, and the device pulled out is pulled out along with the intramedullary nail fixation device from the intramedullary cavity.

The words are fine, but after omitting some text, they seem a bit unserious.

Fang Ziye was surprised to find that he could handle the game with ease even without adding any points.

Intramedullary nail removal is considered a moderately difficult procedure among internal fixation device removal surgeries. So, I was very happy and said, "Teacher Xie, shouldn't it be that the long one goes in and the short one comes out?"

Seeing that Fang Ziye still dared to talk back, Xie Jinyuan immediately delivered the fatal blow: "What do you know? You dare to talk back?"

Fang Ziye looked up, completely bewildered.

Xie Jinyuan said, "When you have a girlfriend and a wife, you'll know what it's like to talk back."

Xie Jinyuan feigned profundity.

At this point, even the circulating nurses and scrub nurses couldn't stand it anymore: "Professor Xie, can you be serious for once?"

"This is the operating room." "It's okay, I think this doctor has a really nice way of speaking."

"You scholars really know how to tell dirty jokes." The patient was under partial anesthesia and had heard the entire conversation. This was the final, deadly move that silenced Xie Jinyuan.

Sixteen minutes later, when the entire surgery had taken twenty-nine minutes, the C-arm fluoroscopy was completed, and the suturing was finished. Fang Ziye and Sun Shaoqing began to disinfect and rinse the skin again, and then began to pack it with sterile dressings.

Xie Jinyuan patted the patient's leg and instructed, "When you get back, have a follow-up X-ray at 2 o'clock, and be discharged at 4 o'clock."

"Huh? Wasn't it supposed to be discharged tomorrow?" The patient was taken aback.

"I haven't even left the operating room yet, Professor Xie, you're kicking me out of the hospital."

"It's not like I've had fracture surgery, why would I stay in the hospital for so long? I can just go home to sleep tonight, get my dressing changed nearby, and I don't need to take any antibiotics. I'll just bring some painkillers and swelling reducers. I can walk normally when I get out of bed, okay?" Xie Jinyuan said this with great confidence.

With intramedullary nail removal surgery, there are fewer nail tracks after the operation, so there is no fear of re-fracture after the operation. As long as the patient does not fall, there is no need to be hospitalized for observation.

"Ah this?"

"You can be discharged now. There are a shortage of beds in the ward, please understand." Xie Jinyuan continued to pat his thigh and began to persuade him.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. You're the expert," the patient agreed.

Actually, patients aren't entirely unhappy when they're discharged from the hospital. On the contrary, the more carefree and easy it is for doctors to say, the more reassured they will feel.

I'm not afraid of doctors who are all smiles, I'm afraid of professors with downcast eyes.

If any of the doctors in the department start running, it basically means that someone's fate is halfway to the afterlife.

"Okay, just make sure to have regular check-ups from now on."

"Gong Ziming, please take care of the discharge procedures later. Bring two boxes of painkillers and one box of Daflon." Xie Jinyuan instructed his student.

“Yes, Master.” Gong Ziming quickly replied.

……

After that, Fang Ziye stepped down from the stage again. Gong Ziming then took the patient back to his ward.

While washing his hands, Sun Shaoqing said to Fang Ziye, "Congratulations, Junior Brother Fang, on your first surgery."

“Senior Brother Sun, you still have a long way to go. You can’t compare to the other senior brothers and Junior Sister Luo yet.”

"By the way, senior brother, Professor Deng doesn't have any complaints about me, does he?" Fang Ziye took the initiative to get closer to Sun Shaoqing, after all, he was his gossipy superior.

"How could you not have any objections? Why would you think that?" Sun Shaoqing stood up, his face serious and his tone upright.

Fang Ziye paused in rubbing his hands, turned his head to look, and listened attentively.

"Professor Deng thinks you're like a rabbit, always running around like the wind, never quite catching up, and often not even in sight. So he has to occasionally bring you back like a kite and give you a good interrogation," Sun Shaoqing said with a smile.

Fang Ziye quickly blinked and said, "Senior brother, you really scared me."

If someone like Professor Deng Yong were to refuse to accept me, that would be troublesome.

The power of a professor should never be underestimated.

"Keep up the good work. You're quite fast, and your master has high expectations for you," Sun Shaoqing hinted.

Fang Ziye then chimed in at the opportune moment: "Senior brother, aren't we all the fastest runners?"

Sun Shaoqing flicked him like a slingshot, and Fang Ziye, in pain below his outer ankle, could only force a smile.

(End of this chapter)