This doctor is already middle-aged, and he's only just started practicing medicine.

Chapter 31 Nobody's perfect!
"Teacher Chen, this is the rehabilitation check video of the patient Zhou Miguo on the fourteenth day after surgery. I think it's okay. I believe his postoperative mobility, muscle strength, etc. are at the upper-middle level of postoperative rehabilitation."

"What do you think, Teacher Chen?" After treating Zhou Miguo, Lu Cheng immediately sought out Chen Song to report cautiously.

Chen Song is still in the county hospital, so there are still people covering for him and cleaning up his messes.

Lu Cheng now has a control panel, so he clearly understands the difference between being proficient in improving Kesslers and being an expert in improving Kesslers.

Technique is technique, and proficiency is proficiency.

Based on my current skill level, the treatment I can provide to patients is only above the standard level, and I dare not compare myself to the group of patients who have the best postoperative recovery.

Chen Song didn't rush to reply, but patiently watched the post-operative follow-up video, nodding and commenting frequently: "Not bad, two weeks after the operation, the muscle strength after the extensor tendon rupture was 4+, which proves that the quality of the operation was very high."

"Looking at this range of motion, it's almost at the straight line, and there's no inability to extend the fingers. It's a pretty good recovery..." Chen Song said, taking a slow sip of coffee.

He continued, "There's a hand-cranked one over there. Try my coffee beans and see if there's any difference compared to what you usually order..."

Chen Song brought a hand-cranked coffee set directly into the department. The department's duty room had a small refrigerator that could make ice.

Lu Cheng smiled and said, "Teacher Chen, please take your time. I'll come over as soon as I finish writing the medical records and revising the doctor's orders."

"Just do whatever you want. Although we academic doctors should be meticulous about theoretical details and never be too careful when managing patients, your recent behavior is just nitpicking."

"We are ultimately surgeons, and we need to devote more time to practicing surgical techniques. This inevitably means we have to focus on the big picture and let go of the small details."

Chen Song dared not say that Lu Cheng was wrong, but he did not advocate wasting time like that.

Chen Song is absolutely right. Lu Cheng is indeed nitpicking, striving to reach the pinnacle of his own knowledge system.

You might say it brings some benefits to the patient, and it might have a little, but its actual effect is not significant.

The benefit of 0.1/0.2 skill points is negligible compared to the benefit of 1.0 or more after surgery.

But Lu Cheng doesn't bother with these details. If he only focuses on the big picture and ignores the small details at the current level, then what's the point of all this?

Little by little, you can achieve great things; even if it's slow and tedious, even if people don't understand you or find you annoying, as long as the path is right, you have to do it.

"Teacher Chen, I am young and energetic. I will strive to make my basic skills more solid and eliminate all irrelevant factors so that I can stand firmly on the ground."

“Once we’ve established ourselves and our skills have improved, we won’t need to worry about eliminating minor influencing factors anymore. When our skills are about the same as yours, Teacher Chen, we definitely won’t fuss over these little details.” Lu Cheng’s voice was sincere, and his smile was amiable.

Wear it a thousand times, but flattery never wears it.

Well-timed and targeted flattery is especially pleasing.

"This is the normal mindset of a good doctor. When one's absolute operational ability is insufficient, one should try to make up for it with one's own knowledge and theories. This is also a choice."

"Then go ahead and keep dawdling... You've chosen your own path, so there's no need to care about what others say..."

“It’s not wrong to carefully review the doctor’s orders. It’s not bad just because others say you’re doing it wrong…” Chen Song accepted Lu Cheng’s flattery and also gave Lu Cheng some general guidance.

"Teacher Chen, if I need to ask you anything later, or you can call me anytime, I'm always available."

"I've already arranged lunch. It's the big bowl of rice you like from the bus station." Lu Cheng turned around immediately after saying that, not giving Chen Song a chance to refuse.

Chen Song was slightly taken aback: "His family doesn't even offer delivery, so how did you place your order?"

"I'm a courier. My cousin does errands, so I'll patronize his business." Lu Cheng had already half-closed the door.

"Alright..." Chen Song took it for granted that these things were a gift of filial piety.

He had to use his connections to find someone to assess Lu Cheng's basic skills and proficiency in techniques.

The teacher's route was inconvenient, but once the tuition fee was accepted, it became convenient.

……

“This won’t work for you. You need to be transferred to the State People’s Hospital. You have a flexor tendon injury in the second ward, which is very, very complicated to treat.” “I can’t perform this kind of surgery here.” At 11:40 a.m., Lu Cheng said to an older woman with a sincere and apologetic expression, and then put the gauze and bandages that she had temporarily used to stop the bleeding back on.

"Dr. Lu was introduced by my friend. He said you can perform this kind of surgery. My friend is Lao Ning."

"They sell large bowls of rice at Huangcang." The aunt was in her fifties and looked quite shrewd.

“I know, Aunt Ning, she also cut her hand before, but it was her extensor tendon, and it was zone 4, so I can do it.”

“Although you also cut this with a kitchen knife, I can’t do it… It’s not the same thing… I’m sorry, Auntie.” Lu Cheng maintained his composure.

In fact, with his current proficiency in the 8/10 modified Tang method, it's not impossible for him to do it, but the timing is still not right.

The flexor tendon injury in Zone 2 is a no-man's land, requiring microsurgical instruments. Currently, these instruments have not yet been moved into the operating room, so Lu Cheng dared not call Director Peng to ask him to bring the 'instruments' into the department in advance.

Lu Cheng doesn't have that kind of nerve.

This medical equipment kit was what Director Peng was waiting for Xiang Daihong from the State People's Hospital to "open"!

Many surgeons are quite fond of the new instrument set.

Without microsurgical instruments and with Lu Cheng's skills not yet highly specialized, the rate of repeat surgeries was still estimated to be quite high. Of course, Lu Cheng couldn't just accept patients for the sake of increasing the number of surgeries.

"Dr. Lu, you're not saying this because you're afraid I'll cause you trouble, are you?" The aunt's eyes darted around, as if she were sizing something up.

Lu Cheng shook his head: "That won't work."

“If I can do it, I can do it. Even if I’m confident I can do a surgery, it might still fail, but the failure rate is generally less than five percent.”

"If I feel there's a 50-60% chance, and your situation isn't a life-threatening emergency, then I definitely won't gamble with you, right?"

“If you go to Xiangzhou People’s Hospital, you can get at least an 80% chance of a good recovery. I would definitely recommend that you be transferred there.”

"It's not to shirk responsibility!"

“There are good places to go, but it will cost more money. Money is definitely more important than health.” Lu Cheng pointed out the key issue and shook his head with a smile.

“You need to be referred; it’s better for you. I’m not confident I can handle it myself, and I can’t let it harm you.”

Associate Professor Chen Song does not perform surgeries on the flexor tendons in Zone 2, because this area is a highly specialized G-spot in hand surgery, and only surgeons with relevant expertise can access it.

"Sigh... I thought it would be similar to what Sister Ning did, and that I could resolve it within the county..." The aunt could only sigh.

"I'm sorry, my skills aren't good enough to solve your problem," Lu Cheng sighed, his face full of helplessness.

After leaving the general ward, the aunt called her family, feeling somewhat dejected.

Lu Cheng was also helpless. If he had absolute ability, he could apply to Director Lin Qianlong to request the use of the "microscopic instrument kit" and become the person who opened the kit.

Lu Cheng just wasn't confident. He knew it would be difficult and have a high failure rate, yet he still wanted to adjust the new instruments to perform the surgery. What if something went wrong? Wouldn't that make him a sitting duck?
The main problem is a lack of confidence, and the root cause of this lack of confidence lies in insufficient technical skills...

[By patiently persuading the patient to seek further treatment, the patient achieved better functional rehabilitation, earning 0.1 skill points...]

[Current skill points remaining: 3.8]

Even referred patients have skill points.

"To heal often, to help often, to comfort always" may be visualized on this panel.

Humans are just humans, and no one is perfect.

Lu Cheng's idea is to try to reduce the number of times he feels helpless...

(End of this chapter)