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Chapter 309 A Stunning New Height! (Please Subscribe)
Hearing that Professor Deng Yong in the department could still joke around in front of the top trauma surgeons at Tongji and Xiehe Hospitals, the anesthesiologist team and the circulating and scrub nurses felt very reassured.

The number of limb-sparing surgeries performed on catastrophic injuries at Zhongnan Hospital is very small; any attempts to do so were made many years ago and mostly ended in failure.

Therefore, even experienced anesthesiologists or circulating nurses rarely participate in limb-sparing surgeries involving severe injuries.

When dealing with new techniques, all members of the team feel a bit more nervous.

The atmosphere of tension intensifies when colleagues from other departments at the same or higher level are present; if such colleagues are professors, the tension can turn into pressure to some extent.

The team under the greatest pressure is the surgical team, which is the clinical team to which Professor Deng Yong belongs.

The fact that they still have time to joke around at this moment proves that the surgery is indeed progressing well.

Under these circumstances, the three nurses who had kept up with Professor Deng Yong's pace and hadn't been left behind chuckled.

The nurses in the operating room had already been through a lot and knew that what men called "five limbs in harmony" was actually self-help, or more elegantly, self-coitalism.

Professor Duan Hong merely smiled faintly, focusing more on Fang Ziye, who was about to begin the procedure.

Professor Duan Hong prefers to focus on performing surgeries, assessing surgical quality, and discussing academic matters rather than driving with others.

Qi Qiaowen, being the one being joked about, was the least likely to laugh.

His serious expression could intimidate a large number of his colleagues, but it couldn't intimidate his peers of the same level. After a stalemate of half a minute, he helplessly surrendered: "Please stop talking, Professor Deng."

"If we keep talking, it will turn into mutual harm."

"Right, Professor Duan?" To prove the weight of his words, Qi Qiaowen dragged Professor Duan Hong, who was unrelated, into the fray.

Every era has its own set of characters, embarrassing moments, and unique stories belonging to the older generation.

Deng Yong, Duan Hong, and Qi Qiaowen, among others, spent decades in clinical practice, and they inevitably left behind some legendary stories or 'accidents' that have been passed down through generations.

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong immediately backed down and changed his tune: "Professor Duan never races with people who can drive faster than him, so Professor Qi, you don't need to bother. He won't listen to you."

"But if your car is slower than his, he'll let you take off, and you won't even need to refuel..."

Deng Yong mixed up two things in one sentence...

In the operating room, not many people understood Professor Deng's driving speed again, but Duan Hong and Qi Qiaowen were not among them.

Seeing that the wind was blowing in their favor, Deng Yong, who was now on his home turf, was not afraid of them exposing his shame in front of so many of his students. He was a fearless and reckless person, someone you couldn't mess with.

As for the claim about refueling, we must mention the true source of vehicle speed and the classification of the chassis.

Manual and automatic; refueling and not refueling...

Seeing his master standing at attention with a serious expression, Fang Ziye, who knew a little about the tricks of the trade, interrupted at the opportune moment, "Master, can I perform the bone reconstruction surgery now?"

If a suitable junior doesn't end the conversation by then, it's very likely that the topic will veer off in some inexplicable direction.

It's hard to predict other people's career paths, but back in Enshi, Brother Pang Shu came from Peking Union Medical College Hospital. I heard that Brother Pang Shu was Professor Qi Qiaowen's confidant. As the saying goes, habit makes perfect...

"Let's begin. I'll take another look too," Professor Duan Hong said, picking up the conversation as the topic returned to normal.

"For the past year or so, I have been learning some techniques and methods of force application for manual repositioning from Xiao Wu and Dr. Chen, but it seems that I have encountered a barrier."

"I know how to proceed to the next step, I know what's in the next room, but I just can't push open this door."

Duan Hong's words were quite formal, and his request was also very proper.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye pondered for a moment and then said, "Teacher Duan, I may be limited in my abilities and unable to explain it clearly to you."

"However, based on my current understanding of fractures and comminuted fractures, I believe that the purpose and key of bone reconstruction surgery is to restore the anatomical position and function of the bone itself."

"The function of the skeleton is to provide support and structure; to act as a fulcrum for force exertion and a point of insertion for muscles."

"Therefore, when performing manual reduction, the general principle is that any method that can help reduce the fracture to its anatomical shape and help rebuild function can be used as appropriate."

"There are indeed some techniques involved in this process. When I gradually pondered these techniques later, I found that the forces described by Dr. Chen were quite appropriate..."

“For example, brute force!” Fang Ziye said, and with a casual pull, he easily separated the fragments of the fractured tibia and fibula, whose original shape was barely visible.

“Brute force is the absence of skill; it only knows how to avoid complications. Generally speaking, using brute force to replace the force of continuous traction along the long axis of a limb will not cause too much harm.”

"However, if we want to go a step further in borrowing strength and to use more skillful and delicate force to achieve the repositioning, then simply relying on brute force will not be enough to achieve it."

"Many closed reduction fractures are performed using manual reduction techniques. In such cases, the areas where we need to apply stress cannot be directly reached by hand or tools. In these situations, we can only rely on muscle insertion points, etc..."

Since the topic was to be discussed professionally, Fang Ziye earnestly used his relatively professional knowledge to respond to Professor Duan Hong's attempt to shift the focus and successfully steered the conversation back to the professional level.

You can drive in the operating room, but you can't always drive; you can joke, but you can't treat surgery as a joke or child's play. As Fang Ziye's voice became increasingly calm, composed, and methodical, the atmosphere on the operating table in the operating room became increasingly strange to many people.

A young man who looked not very old, whose voice was not entirely mature, and whose face was even a bit pale, was 'teaching' several very old professors, and they did not even refute him, but listened attentively.

It's important to understand that even to comprehend what Fang Ziye is saying, a certain level of proficiency is required, such as having a level 3 or 4 skill in manual repositioning techniques.

Generally, one needs to reach a proficiency level of 3 or higher, and the operation must be a manual repositioning technique.

Sorry, but in the operating room, besides Yuan Weihong, even Qin Geluo looked completely bewildered.

The less you understand, the more bored you feel, and the more obscure and tedious what others are saying seems, making it impossible to concentrate.

Then, naturally, one's thoughts will become scattered, and attention will begin to wander, evolving from occasionally missing a few words to immersing oneself in one's own independent world.

For example, some people are thinking about their papers, while others are paying attention to this unique scene.

The more closely you look at this scene, the more absurd it seems.

To be honest, those who are qualified to give lectures in front of Professors Deng Yong, Duan Hong, and Qi Qiaowen are basically full professors or above, or some associate professors, who can be neither arrogant nor humble when sharing their areas of expertise.

Fang Ziye was just a chief resident.

Then the professors thought Fang Ziye's words made sense and kept nodding in agreement.

And they still couldn't understand these things.

The participation requirement for this group of onlookers was quite high, with most being PhD students and no junior PhD students being able to participate.

Therefore, Gu Yi and Dong Wenqiang looked at Luo Tingzhu, both knowing that she was Fang Ziye's girlfriend. They were just wondering if Luo Tingzhu could understand what they were saying.

However, boyfriends and girlfriends don't share knowledge and skills. Fang Ziye's level of proficiency is beyond Luo Tingzhu's reach.

Furthermore, boyfriends and girlfriends wouldn't treat manual repositioning as a game...

So after being surrounded by onlookers, Luo Tingzhu silently took a small step back and turned her gaze to Qin Geluo next door.

Qin Geluo touched his nose with one hand and his earlobe with the other, looking somewhat embarrassed at Yuan Weihong's professional smile on stage, because he couldn't understand it either.

However, Qin Geluo can ask Wei Ge to recount the events to him after the surgery.

However, Qin Geluo's professional smile didn't last more than a few seconds before that unique, radiant smile from the corner of her eye gradually stiffened and disappeared.

Yuan Weihong was also listening to a foreign language. This utterly boring trick about resetting techniques was just four people playing cards together, but the cards didn't include hearts, clubs, diamonds, spades, Arabic numerals, or JQKA.

God knows what they're up to.

"Junior Sister Luo, don't you know what they're talking about? Ziye has never talked to you about these things before?" Dong Wenqiang, who was originally good at clinical work but switched to an academic doctorate for employment, couldn't stand still any longer and started asking Luo Tingzhu about it.

Realizing the gap between himself and Fang Ziye, he discovered once again that this gap was an insurmountable chasm.

Luo Tingzhu's beautiful ears twitched slightly as she shook her head: "Senior Brother Dong, Senior Brother Fang and I talk more about scientific research. Because we are abroad, neither of us has the qualifications or opportunities to go into clinical practice."

Foreign countries have extremely strict entry controls for employees of formal medical institutions. Ordinary international students cannot work in the wards; they must pass the USMLE exam!

The two didn't spend much time together, so they didn't think about developing the relationship in that direction.

If you don't come into contact with these things often, you naturally won't spend much time paying attention to them.

"Snap!" Just as Gu Yi and the others were still wondering who knew that Fang Ziye's repositioning technique was so powerful.

A loud snapping sound came from the operating table.

The sound was exceptionally loud, high-pitched, and had a very distinctive timbre; one could immediately tell that someone had slapped the hand through gloves.

The person who couldn't help but clap was Professor Duan Hong from Tongji Hospital. After clapping, he clenched his hands tightly, his expression a mixture of sudden realization and deep confusion.

It's as if it's saying, "Oh, I see! How come I never thought of that..."

At this moment, Deng Yong was in an exceptionally peaceful state of mind, focusing on only one key phrase: "This is my student, this is my student."

Qi Qiaowen's gaze towards Fang Ziye softened, her mind a jumble of thoughts, before drifting off into the distance.

After gurgling for a while, Qi Qiaowen couldn't help but say, "Dr. Fang, why don't you try sending a resume to my office after you graduate?"

"Hmm?" Deng Yong tilted his head and looked at Qi Qiaowen as if he were looking at a silly bird.

(End of this chapter)