top student at medical school

Chapter 783 This is how you usually perform surgeries?

"Yes, that's right, I'm Fang Ziye! Today is my third-line consulting class."

"Okay, I'll be right there. It'll probably take about twenty minutes." Fang Ziye hung up the phone and stood up.

Looking at Song Yi: "An urgent consultation has arrived. I have a third shift today. Should I take you home directly, Yi-ge, or will you take a taxi home yourself?"

Emergency care and urgent consultations will never be diverted due to individual will.

Fang Ziye also hoped that his third shift could proceed smoothly, since it was Saturday.

But things didn't go as planned. The phone, which had been quiet all day, started ringing close to midnight. It was the call from the chief caller of the medical department.

The emergency department encountered two critical cases, requiring a hospital-wide consultation. Today, Fang Ziye is the third-line consultant for the orthopedics department, so he has to go.

Song Yi said, "Brother Ye, since it's a consultation surgery, let's go together. I'd also like to broaden my horizons."

"I had only heard Senior Brother Wu Xuanqi mention how amazing you are, Brother Ye."

"You must have eaten at least half full, right?" Fang Ziye asked.

Song Yi had already started tidying up the things on the table. After taking some tissues, he went straight to pay the bill.

Fang Ziye didn't compete with Song Yi for it. This barbecue wouldn't put him in financial straits, so he didn't need to worry about these details.

Fang Ziye is no longer the chief resident, so there are no white coats in the emergency department.

But just as Fang Ziye put on his white coat, the person in question arrived, circled Fang Ziye's white coat several times, and found his initials: "Brother, is this coat mine?"

Song Yi was also given a white coat by Fang Ziye to adjust the buttons. Hearing this and seeing Fang Ziye's embarrassed expression, he found it funny.

Fang Ziye's expression was particularly shrewd at this moment: "Brother, I'm here for an urgent consultation, and I've already put them on. Would you like to borrow another one?"

"I'm in a hurry. My name is Fang Ziye. I'll leave my name tag with you as collateral!"

"I'll definitely pay you back later."

Fang Ziye was a man who worked in hospitals. He knew that many people were worried that their pens and white coats would be borrowed and never returned, but generally, if something was left behind, it definitely wouldn't be taken away.

"Holy crap? You're Professor Fang?"

Upon hearing this, the other person shuddered, then immediately changed their tune: "Teacher Fang, it's alright, please leave. I'm just here to write the medical record and sign the consent form..."

"Just put it back after you're done wearing it."

"Or you can just walk through it." This person was just a junior master's student in the emergency department, a second-year graduate student, and was quite familiar with Fang Ziye.

He just hadn't had a chance to meet before, so even though Fang Ziye was standing right in front of him, he didn't recognize him.

Professional graduate students don't have that much time to get to know other top professors in their respective fields; they're lucky if they can even hear of them and remember their names.

Fang Ziye had always acted this way, and naturally, he was no exception.

"I'll be going now. I'll definitely bring it back to you. If I can't, just go to our ward and ask the head nurse to get you a new set." Fang Ziye left with Song Yi.

After leaving the room, Fang Ziye still looked embarrassed and explained, "I used to keep my own white coat at the emergency room."

Song Yi nodded: "It's alright, Professor Fang. We do this kind of thing all the time. Surgeons can't always be running around in their white coats."

The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously!
"Your suggestion is a good one. I'll ask the head nurse to order a few more sets for me next time and put them in the car. That seems to solve a lot of problems."

"Mainly, some urgent consultations require wearing a white coat into the operating room. Once you put on a new white coat, it's basically a one-way trip," Fang Ziye said.

If a patient needs emergency surgery, Fang Ziye can't just go back to the ward, take off his white coat, and hang it in the white coat area of ​​the operating room.

Even if the name is marked, you won't know when it's gone.

Fang Ziye has his moments of urgency, and so do others. If they happen to be changing clothes here and then a consultation comes up, and they don't have time to go back to the department to get their white coats, they'll just borrow one from nearby. After borrowing it for a few hours, they might forget where they got it from...

Fang Ziye led Song Yi straight to the emergency room.

Fang Ziye was a prominent figure in the surgical system, and the people in the emergency department were very familiar with him, so they could enter directly by scanning their faces.

Song Yi, wearing a white coat, followed beside Fang Ziye, and no one asked who he was.

It's perfectly normal for a physician to have several students and assistants.

After getting gloves and a cap from the nurses' station in the emergency area, I went straight to emergency room 5.

As soon as Fang Ziye entered the room, he immediately began to work on the patient, who had active bleeding from the arteries in the lower limbs and abdomen.

It didn't take much time at all. Fang Ziye picked up a few hemostats and quickly cut off the active arterial bleeding!
"Sister Tong, why are you always in the emergency room dealing with arterial bleeding? Is the emergency area packed today?" Fang Ziye asked.

Huang Yutong is the deputy chief physician and associate professor of the internal medicine department of the emergency department. She is 37 years old this year and is slightly overweight.

Upon hearing this, he carefully examined the patient's vital signs and confirmed that they were gradually stabilizing before replying, "In the emergency room, anything can happen."

"There were no major car accidents today, just a few scattered emergency patients, but they still filled the resuscitation room."

"Today must be an unlucky day according to the Chinese almanac. I'm usually on a rotating day off."

"Don't even mention me, even Lin Xinyi from the EICU came to the emergency room to clean and suture wounds..."

"We don't have enough people." Huang Yutong's comment was a mix of complaint and explanation.

After saying that, Huang Yutong realized, "Professor Fang, you should go to the emergency room, room 9 right away. The situation there is even more critical. I don't know if they've been transferred to the operating room yet."

Fang Ziye asked, "Do you remember which two emergency room staff members, Sister Tong, were invited for a hospital-wide consultation?"

"Rooms 9 and 7, but the patient in Room 7 had already suffered cardiac arrest when I admitted him. I don't know if they've given up on resuscitation yet."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye stepped forward.

When they arrived at Room 7 next door, the white coats were empty; only the 'patient' was covered with a white sheet!
The nine rooms next door were also empty, but the patients weren't there either; they were probably in the operating room.

Fang Ziye returned to room 7 and examined the patient's carotid artery.

My skin feels cold!
After covering the room with a white sheet again, Fang Ziye called Deng Zhi in the emergency department to find out that it was operating room 11. Only then did Fang Ziye and Song Yi rush upstairs!
"Professor Fang! Professor Fang is here." As soon as Fang Ziye entered the operating room, someone recognized him and called out.

"Professor Fang, you've arrived just in time. Come on up to the stage." Tang Xiaoping's voice rang out, a mixture of relief and panic.

Song Yi watched this scene unfold, his heart not stirred by much emotion, but there were still some ripples of feeling.

His own teacher was a highly respected figure at Tongji Hospital, yet this kind of thing happened to Fang Ziye, who was the same age as him…

Fang Ziye did not let Song Yi go on stage, and Song Yi did not continue to recommend himself.

There were many people in the operating room, so they didn't need his assistant.

Fang Ziye didn't stand on ceremony. After leaving the house, he quickly washed and disinfected his hands, put on his clothes, and went to the operating table.

As soon as he approached the operating table, Fang Ziye was stunned.

He frowned and said, "This is a big job!"

Chen Guofeng, the director of the emergency surgery department, was already on the stage and said, "Ziye, I heard from Tang Xiaoping that you had performed similar resuscitations in this hospital before?"

Fang Ziye did not reply, but continued to scan the surgical field of vision from all angles, and began to design the surgical procedure.

Tang Xiaoping replied, "Yes, Professor Chen, Professor Deng Haibo and Professor Wu Yong were both on stage at that time. Professor Fang reconstructed the blood supply in the mid-abdomen of patients who were almost completely destroyed."

Professor Wu said that there are very few people in the country who can reconstruct the blood supply in the celiac trunk.

Although the celiac trunk is only a branch of the abdominal aorta, its subsequent blood supply system is disordered and chaotic.

Even for general surgeons who are not particularly specialized, it is extremely difficult to understand the specific course of blood circulation, let alone the reconstruction of blood circulation damage in emergency trauma.

Upon hearing this, Chen Guofeng said, "It's good that you have previous experience in handling such cases, then I can rest assured."

"I'll get off here first. The organ damage in room seven is more serious. I'll go and deal with it."

"Whether this patient can live or not, we still have to hope for Professor Fang's skillful treatment. If even Professor Fang can't save him, then there's nothing we can do." Chen Guofeng took a deep breath, his voice exceptionally calm.

As the director of the emergency department, deciding life and death is his duty, and he must be decisive and efficient, without affecting the subsequent rescue work for other patients.

Today, if it weren't for Fang Ziye's shift, Chen Guofeng wouldn't have brought the patient into the operating room to cause such trouble.

Today, there are many emergency patients. A lot of manpower and resources are invested in this one person, but some other patients who should have been routinely treated by the hospital die instead. That is obviously a case of losing more than you gain.

As the director of the emergency department, Chen Guofeng must ensure the success rate of emergency rescues and reduce the mortality rate.

This statement, though cruel, is a survival strategy that emergency departments must consider.

When Chen Guofeng left, Fang Ziye didn't say a word. A full five minutes passed before Fang Ziye looked up and said, "Nothing again tonight!!"

The last time a patient like this was treated, Tang Xiaoping heard that Fang Ziye spent more than nine hours on it, and it was already past midnight.

The crucial part of the surgery is estimated to be completed by 9 or 10 in the morning!

"Professor Fang, thank you for your hard work!" Tang Xiaoping could only cheer Fang Ziye on.

It's not that he's not capable enough, but this is something that other people can't handle. If you can't handle it, you'd better not make any more noise and just honestly admit defeat.

However, the patient was lucky, as Fang Ziye happened to be on duty that day.

The surgery continued.

The surgical approach wasn't difficult.

The patient's emergency bleeding has been brought under control, and there has been no major hemorrhage. However, the challenge now is to rebuild blood supply to various organs after the bleeding has been controlled.

Even if the bleeding is controlled, it only brings the patient out of danger for a short period of time.

If the bleeding is stopped, but the functions of the stomach, liver, spleen, and pancreas are not saved, then everyone except a god would die!
Revascularization is both a surgical approach and a surgical procedure. The basic principles and logic are not difficult; it's all about the specific, minute operations...

This requires a very refined demonstration of fundamental skills.

There's no logic to it. If you can do it, you can do it. If you can't, no amount of skill will help. At least, current scientific research doesn't have the 'assistive tools' or 'methods' to overcome the basic level and master "it"!
Song Yi had been watching silently until 3:40 a.m., when Lan Tianluo, the chief resident of orthopedics, walked in from outside, and Song Yi finally found someone he knew.

When Lan Tianluo saw Song Yi, he was surprised for a moment, then shook hands with Song Yi: "Brother Yi, what brings you here?"

This is a long story, but Song Yi summed it up simply in one sentence: "Come and hang out with Professor Fang for a while."

"Dr. Lan, your hospital's orthopedics department even performs emergency surgeries like abdominal revascularization?"

Orthopedics is orthopedics.

If the blood supply to the orthopedic surgeon is cut off, amputation is an alternative.

Amputation of both lower limbs can save a life, but no one says that removing the liver, pancreas, or other organs can save a life.

If the blood supply to the hepatic hilum and pancreatic artery cannot be restored, death is essentially the only outcome for the patient.

Therefore, the damage to the blood supply in the mid-abdomen requires emergency reconstruction.

Generally speaking, blood vessels in the mid-abdomen rarely suffer damage, and even if they do, the patient usually dies before the organs do.

The blood supply to the mid-abdomen was well protected; if it had been damaged like that, most emergency room patients wouldn't have made it to the hospital.

"No, it's just that my senior brother occasionally helps out, but the main work is still handled by the vascular surgery professors," Lan Tianluo replied truthfully.

Song Yi nodded: "Then I'm relieved. I don't really understand it myself. It's been a long time since I've looked at the anatomy of the abdomen."

Lan Tianlu replied, "That's normal. We haven't even mastered the things within our own expertise, so how can we possibly worry about rebuilding the blood supply in the mid-abdomen?"

"However, seeing more of these complex abdominal revascularization surgeries can also be beneficial for us in treating orthopedic emergency patients."

Even if you can't learn the specific operations, you can still learn the thought process.

“My senior brother even needs to have his gallbladder artery reconstructed…” Lan Tianlu was speechless for a moment.

The gallbladder is somewhat important, but not that important.

After all, the gallbladder is only a place to store bile and is not responsible for producing bile. It would be fine if the bile secreted by the liver could directly act on the intestines.

This is also the basic physiological theory behind why some patients who have had their gallbladder removed can look almost the same as normal people!
However, at this point, Fang Ziye, adhering to the principle of preserving what he could, also reconstructed the gallbladder arteries.

This kind of operation is the most solid basic skill. There are no tricks involved. It's just about doing every step of the operation to the extreme.

If Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo were to take the textbook now, they would find that Fang Ziye's suturing and incision procedures were exactly as described in the textbook, following the normal anatomical structure for reconstruction.

The most specific and minute operations can be so precise that they are almost unimaginable to ordinary people.

If it's said to be cut 3 millimeters, it can't possibly be 3.1 millimeters or 2.9 millimeters.

This demonstrates the control over incision and suturing techniques; absolute control has been achieved!

Every little action is a miracle!
Around 4 PM, Lan Tianlu went out again to perform a manual repositioning technique, then returned to observe and learn diligently...

Song Yi filmed a lot of videos, which almost filled up his phone's memory.

You should know that Song Yi's phone has over 200GB of storage, and there are nearly tens of gigabytes of videos left!
However, several hours of ultra-high-definition video can still fill up the remaining memory space.

Seeing that Song Yi was about to activate his cloud membership, Lan Tianluo said, "Brother Yi, don't waste your money. I'll record the rest of the videos."

“We have many of these recorded videos here. If you want them, go ask my senior’s student, Hu Qingyuan!”

"It covers the basic skills for each procedure, as well as the basic techniques for each specialty in orthopedics."

"There are even teaching videos where senior students teach students step by step."

Upon hearing this, Song Yi replied with a slightly excited tone, "Really? Okay! I won't tell anyone."

Lan Tianluo had already pressed the record button, but upon hearing this, he turned around and said, "Senior brother doesn't actually mind the outside world spreading the videos. It's just that those instructional videos, if watched by people without a certain level of skill, will seem uninteresting and too rigid."

"But in reality, the more advanced the basic skills, the less skill there is to speak of. It's all about meticulous calculation and extreme control at every step."

"My senior brother said that only after mastering the ultimate control can one achieve adaptability. If one can master adaptability, one will be a national-level player."

"This is my senior brother's specific description of that realm."

He also said that once a player reaches a certain level of skill, they can fake their own moves and imitate the moves of others.

"For example, my senior can sometimes simulate my skill level! But sometimes he can't."

Song Yi understood the first few sentences quite well, but the last sentence left him somewhat bewildered: "Why is that?"

Lan Tianluo was already focused on filming the video, and after stabilizing the camera angle, he replied, "I also asked my senior brother this question."

He said that the lower limit of each person's level lies in the instinct after too many repetitions, and the upper limit lies in the extraordinary performance when the mental state is extremely full.

"But once a person's skill level reaches another dimension, even if they perform at their most instinctive level, they won't do too badly."

"Even when he's drunk and performing a stream-of-consciousness surgery, he might do it better than a normal person. So, at that level, he could pretend to do it poorly."

"But as long as you don't operate recklessly, it won't be too bad."

“A procedure that does not follow the rules and surgical procedures cannot be considered an effective procedure. In any case, as long as it is an effective procedure, the bottom line of skill level is controlled.”

Song Yi understood Lan Tianluo's meaning, pondered it carefully for a while, and said, "Actually, my master and my senior brothers all think that Professor Fang's skill level must have reached that legendary level."

"But it's just a guess. Even the seniors who have reached the legendary level might not be able to confirm whether it has been achieved. It still depends on Professor Fang's own approval."

"Now we can rest assured."

“A legend! A wondrous tale that should not exist in reality, yet it has appeared in reality…” Song Yi’s voice trembled slightly.

In reality, it's not a martial arts world, so no one talks about any kind of realm; at most, they just give vague descriptions.

To describe someone as having a very high level of skill is to imply that they are a legendary figure.

But a true legend is a miracle that can be passed down through generations.

China has produced many legendary figures, but they are spread across various disciplines. Among them, modern physics, especially nuclear physics, is the most well-known.

Some people, starting from nothing, created a world-shaking sword using an abacus.

However, in the medical community, especially in the surgical system, only a handful of people are recognized as legends.

Qiu Fazhu, the father of Chinese surgery; Wu Mengchao, an academician of hepatobiliary surgery; and Chen Zhongwei, an academician who pioneered finger replantation surgery in hand surgery.

It's not that the other top surgical experts and academicians are not skilled enough, but rather that they have not yet reached a legendary level, so they cannot be "deified" in the world!
Not only must one have the ability to become a god, but one must also have the achievements to achieve that!

Generally speaking, if you have enough ability, your grades won't be too bad.

This realm has always been mysterious and elusive; it may not appear for decades, or it may appear in one place at the same time.

Lan Tianlu did not answer Song Yi's question.

If he hadn't grown up alongside Fang Ziye, he would also feel a sense of the impermanence of life and the difficulty of defying fate when looking at Fang Ziye's current level.

Don't use your useless talent and even more useless effort to challenge other people's talent.

There's a saying in the mathematics community and online.

What you study and learn throughout your life may be a little gadget that someone tinkered with in a spare afternoon.

This world is so unfair when it comes to the bestowal of talent.

It is inherent in nature and does not change with anything else.

Talent and aptitude are different. Talent is innate, while aptitude is acquired.

All of a person's accumulated knowledge and skills can be categorized as qualifications, but not as talents.

“Brother Yi, if you had stayed at Zhongnan Hospital before, you might be at an even higher level now.”

"But Professor Duan is doing quite well too," Lan Tianluo said.

Song Yi remained silent!

All they could do was remain silent.

Deng Yong's decision to treat Li Yuanpei well was his own choice; he wanted to be good to everyone.

Song Yi didn't want his teacher to "induce" him for Li Yuanpei's sake, so he chose to leave.

This was also my own choice.

Adults can make their own choices, but they must also be responsible for those choices.

Of course, Song Yi wasn't the kind of person who would be so stubborn as to directly hate and despise Zhongnan Hospital because of what happened to Deng Yong back then, and never have anything to do with them again.

He only had a problem with what Deng Yong did back then, and even now, when facing Deng Yong, he would dare to say, "Professor Deng, you're being a bit biased..."

Deng Yong has nothing to say!

This is an established fact.

Time flies, and several hours pass by in the blink of an eye.

When Fang Ziye brought Lan Tianluo and Song Yi out of the operating room, the sky was still several hours dark, and the sun was high in the sky.

It was still quite hot in Han City during the first month of the lunar calendar.

"Damn, it's 11:40." Fang Ziye checked the time.

"You haven't had breakfast either, have you?"

"Let's go have lunch together," Fang Ziye said.

After saying that, Fang Ziye asked for leave in the group: "Professors, I haven't had a break since yesterday morning. I just finished two emergency surgeries."

"I'm not coming to the animal lab today, I just can't take it anymore!"

If Fang Ziye really wanted to endure it, he definitely could.

But as I said before, the progress of animal testing won't suddenly save a few people's lives, and Fang Ziye has no reason to risk his life for it.

Staying up for nearly 28 hours without sleep is not a great achievement; under any circumstances, it should be considered a pitiful "tragedy"!
Whether it's for saving lives, making a living, or other reasons for staying up all night, it should be considered a pitiful experience.

"Professor Fang, please let me change my way of addressing you completely. You can still call me Song Yi or Brother Yi, but I feel that after these two surgeries, simply calling you Brother Ye is no longer enough to convince me."

"The truth."

After Song Yi finished speaking, he took a deep breath: "Such ability deserves to be called a professor by anyone."

At 8:10 a.m., Fang Ziye was called away to save the life of another emergency patient, who had suffered a ruptured aorta during surgery!
Therefore, after Fang Ziye returned, he took over the follow-up of the surgery again and has been working on it until now, finally wrapping up the key parts.

It took almost two and a half hours.

To reiterate, no one but Fang Ziye can rebuild the bloodline in that situation, not even a small portion!

Even if someone else comes to pick you up midway, they won't dare to operate it, as it would disrupt the bloodline that Fang Ziye had previously rebuilt.

Because their basic skills weren't good enough to take over!
"Whatever, I'm really hungry and sleepy right now. I just want to eat something so I can get some sleep." Fang Ziye's mind was a little foggy.

"Tianluo, don't drive, let's just take a taxi," Fang Ziye said.

Lan Tianluo stopped at the parking lot and said with a grin, "Senior brother, stop trying to trick me. I'm not that stupid."

As the saying goes, "The predecessors set an example, and the successors follow suit."

“I still remember very clearly how you were criticized by the two senior academicians back then, senior brother.”

"As the chief resident, I have to do my job as the chief resident, even if you are the department head."

"If you could pack some up and send it to me later, I would feel very lucky."

"Senior brother, you don't need to take every opportunity to reprimand me." Lan Tianluo was astute and didn't give Fang Ziye any chance to 'lose his temper' and act as a leader.

Song Yi asked in astonishment, "You hospital directors won't even let us go out for a meal now?"

"Isn't this just too inhumane?"

Tongji Hospital's Department of Trauma Surgery has never produced an academician, so even Duan Hong and his colleagues had no idea how brutal the election process was!
At this stage, any mistakes you made before may be exposed!
You can be excellent, but you also need to make sure you don't have any major oversights, otherwise, if those oversights can't be corrected.

The flaws don't overshadow the merits, and the good deeds don't outweigh the bad!
Being careful prevents major mistakes, and being cautious prevents major errors!
“Your senior brother has learned his lesson, and he’s already learned his lesson, so he’s thinking of teaching you more. It’s not that he’s deliberately trying to trick or scheme against you.”

“Those things from the past are still vivid in my mind, and there is evidence to follow, which is what makes me uneasy.”

"Although I was lucky that nothing happened while I was away, I was actually playing with fire."

"No one can remain rational and calm at all times. Every choice we make requires us to face its consequences."

"Whether it's being scolded, reprimanded, or punished, these are all corresponding consequences."

"In the end, what matters most is the ability to endure loneliness..." Fang Ziye nodded, patted Lan Tianluo's shoulder, and offered some psychological comfort.

Is it lonely during your hospital stay?

I'm so lonely, so incredibly lonely.

It can be so lonely that it drives you crazy, it can drive you insane.

Living and eating at the hospital, unable to leave its premises, was like being in a prison. Fang Ziye felt that even if he didn't go crazy because of it, his mental health was deteriorating.

When I get busy, I don't even have time to eat.

Although many hospitalized patients eventually return home, they are essentially gambling with their luck.

Because if something goes wrong, and you're hospitalized outside the hospital's premises, exceeding the time limit for emergency consultation, you'll have absolutely no explanation.

The hospital's rules are set there, and as a chief resident, you can't escape them; you'll only be bound and controlled by them.

Fang Ziye and Song Yi then left.

I chose a nearby restaurant, ordered a few local dishes, and then leisurely sipped hot tea to warm my stomach.

Song Yi looked at Fang Ziye for a long time before asking, "Professor Fang, is this how you usually perform surgeries?"

Fang Ziye glanced at Song Yi: "What do you mean?"

Song Yi said, "Exactly, does your team usually perform surgeries like these two?"

"To put it bluntly, if we do it this way, the interns can do most of the work first, and Professor Fang, you can also take back the surgery, right?"

Song Yi's voice was very calm.

What does it mean that the interns could snatch Fang Ziye back? Fang Ziye is the greatest asset.

Do whatever you want!

If you're a professional, you wouldn't cause any damage, would you?
Is the femoral artery ruptured?
It's ok.

The nerve was cut? It's not a big problem.

How much confidence do they have?
Fang Ziye understood Song Yi's meaning and smiled, "I'm right here, so how else can the surgery be performed?"

"I can still run away?"

Fang Ziye's words are very mercenary.

I'm only responsible for the tasks of my team, not all surgeries in our orthopedic department. I can't be there to cover everything at any time.

Song Yi swallowed several times and nodded slightly!
"Professor Fang, please wait for me and my master to discuss this properly for a while, and try our best to find a way to avoid liability."

"Actually, my mentor told us long ago that Professor Fang, you have no place in Zhongnan Hospital or Tongji Hospital, nor are you the academic leader of any team in Hubei Province."

"It's not even about whether Zhongnan Hospital can become a leading center for trauma surgery in China."

"But we can't do that. We don't have your strength, so thinking about these things is just being unrealistic."

"But we must have such ambition, and strive to move in this general direction."

"The word 'academic' has no particular boundaries."

"Doctors shouldn't actually be bound by these constraints either. Even if we are bound by them, we should think about how to break free from them."

"But the prerequisite for breaking free from constraints is that we can feel the feeling of being constrained..." Song Yi has his own thoughts and ideas, and he has expressed them.

You haven't even grasped the concept of scientists having nationalities, yet you're still saying this. You're just parroting what others say; it's purely following the trend.

The essence of medicine is undefined.

Song Yi, having gradually followed Fang Ziye to this point, looked forward to exploring it further...

(End of this chapter)