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Chapter 325 Being Asked to Perform (First Update, Please Subscribe)
Director Zhang Mingcan had his own personal matters to attend to, and he jokingly declined Fang Ziye's invitation to dinner, saying, "Dr. Fang, we'll have a proper meal together next time you finish your hospital stay."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll skip out on the bill halfway through the meal, and someone will take advantage of me, a disabled person who doesn't know the area."

"Secondly, if you run out of drinking buddies halfway through a drinking session, it's never quite enough to enjoy yourself."

"Okay, then next time. Director Zhang, I'll definitely treat you to a simple meal next time." Fang Ziye stood at the entrance of the emergency department, seeing Zhang Mingcan off as he walked out, his tone resolute.

It's still uncertain whether Fang Ziye himself will be able to eat on time.

As I said goodbye to Zhang Mingcan, many things that had happened in Enshi flashed through my mind.

Actually, putting aside his memories of Huang Kai, Pang Hong, and others, Fang Ziye spent a fulfilling, relaxing, and pleasant period of time in Enshi.

The people and things there, the graduate students, the residents, the older brother doing further studies...

Oh, Fang Ziye suddenly realized that there were no visiting doctors from Enshi in this year's trauma surgery department.

It's impossible for a single place to always have visiting doctors going to the trauma surgery department of Zhongnan Hospital; they might also go to the trauma surgery departments of Tongji and Xiehe Hospitals.

……

On the way back, Fang Ziye greeted Dr. Li Hui from the neurosurgery department.

Li Hui quickly pressed on, "You didn't take action against that patient before? He was quite a difficult person."

Judging from his expression, he seemed to regret that his previous remarks to Fang Ziye were not sharp enough.

“Brother Hui, this bald patient is one of my seniors, so he knows more about fractures…” Fang Ziye explained.

"Hmm?" Li Hui's steps faltered slightly.

"Huh? He's your orthopedic surgeon?" Li Hui's expression was a little awkward, perhaps because of the unpleasantness he had with Director Zhang Mingcan before, which made him feel uneasy.

Fang Ziye sensibly skipped over the matter: "Um, Brother Hui, I'll go back to the ward first, there are still some things to do there..."

"Ah, okay, okay, okay." Li Hui nodded immediately like a chicken pecking at rice, and his gaze toward Fang Ziye changed slightly, becoming even more enthusiastic.

If Fang Ziye had asked a few more questions at the right time, Zhang Mingcan would have hesitated but would have explained what had happened between him and Zhang Mingcan. However, Fang Ziye did not ask, which saved him from losing face.

……

Such minor frictions are harmless as long as no direct conflict occurs.

When Fang Ziye returned, Deng Yong, Yuan Weihong, and others had already finished their small discussion on the treatment of postoperative infections in patients with traumatic injuries.

We're currently planning to go to the skills training room together, see the young people, and witness Luo Tingzhu's technical growth.

"Ziye definitely can't be absent from today's audience, right?" Qin Geluo said after explaining to Fang Ziye what they were going to do.

The relationship between Luo Tingzhu and Fang Ziye is no longer a secret in the department.

Yuan Weihong, who was hardly acting like a master, said: "Actually, as long as you don't think about going to bed, it doesn't matter whether you're absent or not. Ziye's job means he can't go to bed, so whether he's absent or not doesn't really have much of an impact."

"Nonsense." Deng Yong thought Yuan Weihong was talking nonsense.

Although the reasoning is sound, Deng Yong absolutely does not support this way of thinking.

Both sides were students, and Deng Yong would be happy if they could get together. But if they didn't, their future interactions would be very awkward. At this point, Deng Yong finally understood the difficulty of being the parent of both the boy and girl.

She was afraid that Luo Tingzhu would be bullied, and she was also afraid that Fang Ziye would be bullied.

After all, this is no longer the era of the past, when young women were bullied.

Luo Tingzhu is very beautiful. In an era where beauty is justice, Luo Tingzhu is also the only girl in the trauma surgeon team and the student group, so she is very popular with the public.

Apart from the on-duty doctors and the surgical day's assigned group, almost all the other fellow students rushed to the trauma surgery department's 801 practice room to watch the excitement.

When Fang Ziye and his group arrived, the place was already packed with people.

The group of people were arranged in a somewhat orderly manner around Luo Tingzhu's work area and the space behind her, leaving the work area completely empty.

At this moment, Luo Tingzhu is comparing one of the standards in the trauma surgery doctoral training room to—open surgery.

Luo Tingzhu was meticulously laying a piece of pork flat on the workbench, then deftly using a scalpel and forceps to dissect the muscles, tendons, blood vessels, nerve fascia, and other components of the pork.

Luo Tingzhu's operating technique is slightly more delicate, and she is more cautious in controlling the arc of her micro-operations.

Fang Ziye still remembers that the proficiency level required for the doctor to complete his training was around level 3, 400+/500, less than 500.
Fang Ziye's cutting technique at this moment was only at level 4 with a proficiency of 100/5000, so he was not much ahead of Luo Tingzhu.

However, perhaps due to differences in skill levels, Fang Ziye realized that if Luo Tingzhu wanted to further improve her cutting technique, or rather, from Fang Ziye's perspective, if Luo Tingzhu wanted to make further progress, she had to let go of her narrow-mindedness.

If you're going to have an incision, then just do it openly and honestly.

Of course, if we set aside how to improve and simply evaluate Luo Tingzhu's current operational proficiency in relation to the requirements for "leaving the pass", there is not much of a problem.

To master open surgery, the most important skill is for the surgeon to clearly understand and separate the anatomical structures. This separation process cannot be ambiguous; it must involve completely separating the structures, removing the fascia, and thoroughly exposing the blood vessels and nerves. This is the essence…

After Luo Tingzhu finished the operation, it was visibly clear that she had met the requirements for exiting the incision procedure.

Deng Yong's voice reappeared in the control room: "Gu Yi, Yuan Qi reached this level of incision last September, and now Ting Zhu has also reached this level."

When will you arrive?

Like Wang Yuanqi, Gu Yi is now a third-year professional doctoral student, and all that's left before graduation is his dissertation defense.

Upon hearing this, Gu Yi's face contorted in pain.

Deng Yong knew he shouldn't make things difficult for Gu Yi. As he looked around, Wang Yuanqi said, "Master, among these students, only Dong Wenqiang and Tingzhu can reliably meet the requirements for leaving the seclusion."

"As for the others, we can only look at Ziye."

In fact, Wang Yuanqi was more curious about Qin Geluo's current skill level, but he didn't dare to ask Qin Geluo to perform, and he knew that Qin Geluo probably wouldn't come, so he could only settle for second best.

After all, once you break through the training room, the next step you can look forward to and aim for is the so-called "entering the inner sanctum," but Wang Yuanqi has never been able to touch the threshold of this aspect, so all he has left is curiosity.

"Ziye, Wang Yuanqi has a problem with your incision technique. Come and teach him a lesson." Qin Geluo started stirring things up.

Wang Yuanqi quickly explained, "Brother Luo, it's not that I have any objections, it's that I'm looking forward to it, I'm longing for it."

"I don't care, I just heard Wang Yuanqi talking about you..." Another person in the group made a breakthrough in a small operation project, and Qin Geluo was in a good mood just like Professor Deng Yong.

Watching my juniors grow is a unique experience. It's like unloading my own baggage and looking back to see others carrying their own bags, heading west...

Upon hearing this, others joined in the jeering and expressing their curiosity.

Even Fang Ziye's junior brothers Jie Han and Lan Tianluo said, "We haven't seen our senior brother operate since February of last year."

"More than a year has passed since then."

"I'm really looking forward to my senior brother coming to the practice room again..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye laughed and said, "You're just joining in the commotion. You clearly saw him before when we were competing in Enshi."

"Jiehan, you're spouting nonsense so easily these days, without thinking at all."

"Alright, alright, stop acting innocent after getting the benefit," Professor Deng Yong said proactively.

"Ziye, since so many people are curious about your current skill level, why don't you show it to them?"

"It would also be a good opportunity for them to see that there are always people more capable than themselves, and it would be best if they could demonstrate how to count 10, 9, 8, 7..."

As Deng Yong spoke, he expressed his expectations for Fang Ziye.

Deng Yong's 10.9.8.7 refers to absolute control over the cutting thickness. It means taking a textbook and making four consecutive cuts. If you want to cut 10 pages, you cut 10 pages; if you want to cut 9 pages, you cut 9 pages.

This is the skill that Deng Yong demonstrated in the training room before. It requires a deep immersion in the art of cutting techniques before one can apply it flexibly.

To be honest, Fang Ziye felt extremely ashamed.

More than half a year has passed since the competition, and his proficiency level is only 100/5000, which is almost no improvement.

There weren't many opportunities to operate abroad, so Fang Ziye could only spend most of his time cultivating his mind and character by simply reading books, such as classics.

Even Fang Ziye didn't know how much proficiency was needed to reach 10, 9, 8, or 7. It wasn't worthwhile to waste knowledge points on cutting techniques just to show off.

Fang Ziye immediately admitted defeat: "Master, I've been abroad for half a year and have hardly had any chance to practice, so my skills are a bit rusty."

"I definitely can't cut 10987, but I can show my juniors how to cut quickly."

Fang Ziye said this.

"Then let's do a quick cut, I don't mind!" Professor Deng Yong said with a smile.

But as Professor Deng Yong was speaking, Yuan Weihong, who was standing next to him, began to speak up for his student: "Professor Deng, we can't just look at the progress since the last time, we also have to look at the current age of Ziye."

"All things considered, I'm twenty-eight this year. At twenty-eight, I've reached the 'mastery' level in open surgery. Looking across the entire Hubei province, I don't know of any other surgeons who have achieved this, not even Professor Liu Huanglong of the Hand Surgery Department at Peking Union Medical College Hospital."

"If this is only considered satisfactory, then I'm going to speak up for Ziye."

After Yuan Weihong deliberately emphasized Fang Ziye's age, most of the heads in the control room lowered their heads.

Twenty-eight years old. Apart from Luo Tingzhu, which PhD is not over twenty-eight years old?
As Yuan Weihong spoke, Fang Ziye had already put on his work clothes and sterile surgical gloves, stood at the operating table next to Luo Tingzhu, and picked up a scalpel.

At this moment, the audience's gaze suddenly turned fiercely towards Fang Ziye...

(End of this chapter)