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Chapter 365 The assessment was forcibly ended! (First update, please subscribe)
Assessing whether internal fixation can be performed well is a fundamental skill for trauma surgeons, just like postoperative quality assessment in fracture treatment.

If you can't even assess the stability after fracture reduction and fixation surgery, you might as well change careers sooner rather than later.

Professor Duan Hong left before Fang Ziye's screw fixation surgery results were available.

After walking a few steps, he turned back and found a jack-of-all-trades, saying, "I need to use the restroom."

Instead of saying "go to the toilet," he used a more elegant and official term, recognizing that it was a formal occasion and that Duan Hong knew his words and actions represented not only the Department of Trauma Surgery at Tongji Hospital but also the image of the entire hospital.

“Perfect timing, I’ll go relieve myself too.” Deng Weihong quickly followed from a distance, then walked alongside Duan Hong.

Compared to Duan Hong, Deng Yong is now a much freer individual. As long as he adheres to two principles, he can do whatever he wants with the rest.

First, he didn't directly plead for leniency to get more high scores; second, he didn't go on stage directly to substitute his own surgical skills for Fang Ziye's surgical skills in the scoring.

After Duan Hong and Deng Yong left, Professor Wen Dongfang of the Hand Surgery Department looked thoughtfully at Professor Xiong Zhizhang of the Trauma Surgery Department: "Trauma, interesting."

Xiong Zhizhang rolled his eyes, ignoring the barbed tone of Professor Wen Dongfang from the Department of Hand Surgery, and continued to examine the fluoroscopic results on the C-arm display panel.

He, who was not participating in the assessment, murmured softly, "This Kirschner wire repositioning is really well done, and the fixed position is also very ingenious."

"The process was also smooth..."

Upon hearing Wen Dongfang's words, Hu Wei and Liang Xiaoqing nodded repeatedly, while a chill ran down their spines.

I thought that such an exceptional authorization for surgery was a novel thing, and being assigned to participate was a great opportunity to broaden my horizons and gossip.

But now it seems that this is not a good job at all, but a barbecue grill. If you are not careful, you may get burned.

They can't even understand the structure and rhythm of the surgery, yet they're forced to be examiners. Now, it's gotten to the point where specialized surgeries are so overly technical that they can't even understand which surgical scoring scale is being used.

For a single surgery, multiple plans are prepared beforehand, and the best one is chosen. Selecting the optimal solution based on the intraoperative situation is naturally what every surgical team hopes to achieve.

In particular, surgical teams at teaching hospitals prefer meticulousness, like to plan everything during the operation in advance, ensure everything goes smoothly without any surprises, and prefer clear diagnoses and surgical procedures.

However, teaching hospitals like Zhongnan Hospital are also known as research hospitals. What we prefer is to push forward while ensuring absolute rigor.

For example, improving surgical techniques, creating original surgical techniques, making our voice heard in the treatment of new diseases, establishing our own diagnostic standards, and developing our own diagnostic reagent kits...

But that's difficult!

Just as the upper limit of a person's scientific research achievements depends most on their own aptitude and research capabilities, the exploration of the unknown, apart from learning from established methods, can only rely entirely on fundamental skills.

Because the road is unknown, with unknown cliffs, unknown corners, and unknown walls, we can only advance slowly step by step, rather than rushing in like we have already mastered a technique.

In the bathroom.

Deng Yong really went to the toilet, and Duan Hong really washed his hands.

"Deng Yong, I've already seen Ziye's manual repositioning technique, so why did you prepare this special performance for me today?"

"Are you planning to develop your business in the direction of interventional trauma in the future?" Duan Hong's words sounded particularly sophisticated, but in reality, they were incomprehensible and sarcastic.

Interventional trauma surgery?

There is no such thing at all.

In trauma surgery, the number of cases requiring interventional treatment is extremely small; it's like finding a rabbit among wolves.

Deng Yong naturally knew that Duan Hong had misplaced Fang Ziye's skill points, having opted for puncture techniques. He chuckled and said, "How about learning about the standard Kirschner wire manipulation and repositioning technique? In the future, our department plans to promote the concept of minimally invasive surgery."

"If I can pry it back into place, I won't even make a one-centimeter incision."

"Yes, after cremating the ashes, they poke a hole in them with a Kirschner wire and put the ashes inside!" Duan Hong also lost his temper.

He sighed softly.

It's so painful to have talent right in front of you but not be able to get your hands on it!

Duan Hong began to understand Qi Qiaowen a little better.

Compared to Deng Yong, Qi Qiaowen from Peking Union Medical College Hospital has a more interesting psychology.

"Are the next few surgeries routine surgeries?" Duan Hong asked Deng Yong.

Given Deng Yong's personality, he should be very steady.

This time, it was Deng Yong's student, Fang Ziye, who received the exceptional authorization to perform the surgery, not his own student.

"Yes, they're all very routine, extremely routine. They won't be as unexpected as the previous two surgeries." Deng Yong's tone became much more serious.

"What do you mean by 'it won't look like it again'?" Duan Hong raised an eyebrow.

“It just won’t look like it anymore!” Deng Yong replied naturally.

The two have been friends for decades and have always chatted like this, so it doesn't bother them!

...At 10:43 AM.

Duan Hong walked out of the operating room.

"Professor Duan, Professor Duan, wait, wait! What are you doing?" Hu Wei, the section chief of the medical affairs department, quickly chased after him.

Duan Hong wrote his name on all the rating scales and filled in the scores neatly all at once, ranging from 95 to 100. He didn't even want to watch the next three surgeries.

At this moment, Duan Hong's lips twitched, but he didn't stop walking out.

Hu Wei finally chased after Duan Hong out of the operating room and stopped him in the middle of the operating room corridor: "Professor Duan, Professor Duan, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with the procedure? Please tell me."

Duan Hong didn't curse or lose his temper, and he left just as the surgery was about to end, which was really puzzling.

At the same time, Zheng Tonghui from the Third People's Hospital of Hubei Province and Liang Xiaoqing from the hospital director's office also came out of the operating room. After quickly catching up with Duan Hong, Zheng Tonghui looked at Duan Hong with empathy in his eyes.

Seeing the pained expressions on Duan Hong and Zheng Tonghui's faces, Liang Xiaoqing, who wasn't particularly knowledgeable in trauma surgery, cautiously asked, "Professors, are you tired? If you are, we can arrange for you to rest."

The authority to invite external specialists to perform surgeries at the hospital is an internal matter for the specialty department; as long as the specialty department can invite someone of sufficient caliber, it is acceptable.

However, if the hospital fails to properly treat the experts from other hospitals who have been invited, it is considered undignified on the part of the hospital.

"Should you speak or should I?" Duan Hong looked at Zheng Tonghui, whom he didn't know very well, as he didn't even know Zheng Tonghui's full name at the moment.

There are too many teaching hospitals in Han City, a large number of associate professors and professors, and an overwhelming number of chief physicians. How could Duan Hong possibly recognize so many people?
"Professor Duan, you can say it or I can say it. But you should say it."

"I don't know how to explain what happened today. I'm afraid I've made a mistake." Zheng Tonghui's eyes were filled with fear.

Zheng Tonghui felt guilty and forgave his ignorance today, so he hadn't noticed anything wrong with Fang Ziye's repositioning technique before. But if he wasn't mistaken, Fang Ziye's third surgery was a standard debridement and suturing procedure.

TM is a bit too outrageous, so outrageous that it shouldn't be something that ordinary people can have.

Fang Ziye is too young!
For a young person to possess such abilities is akin to a child pointing a cannon at someone—it's far too dangerous.

Duan Hong sighed and said, "Director Hu, Dean Liang, right?"

"Here's the thing, I've signed the papers, which means the evaluation of my surgical authority is over, and the result is that I passed. Isn't that obvious?"

"If there's a problem, I'll naturally take responsibility!" Duan Hong's tone was formal and polite.

He screamed inwardly: I don't want to see Deng Yong's arrogant face anymore!
Deng Yong did it on purpose. He was deliberately showing off. He resented me for taking his student before, and now he's using his student to attack me. He even wants to part ways with me so we can each pursue our own destructive research projects. Do you know that?

You don't need to know.

If I stay here any longer, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist picking up a crowbar, carrying Fang Ziye to Tongji Hospital, and then arguing with all the old professors here.

I'm pretty likely to lose the argument, and since I didn't bring anyone with me today, I'm also very likely to lose the fight!
The level of debridement skills at the "national master" level is something Duan Hongdu has always dreamed of, but he has never been able to take that step. It is something Qi Qiaowen has been immersing himself in for over forty years of effort, but he is still hovering on the edge of mastery.

Duan Hong's mastery of hemostasis, a skill worthy of a national expert, is the foundation of his reputation and the basis for his current standing in the martial arts world.

This alone made him stand out among professors nationwide, making him stand out from the crowd.

Fang Ziye, although he didn't have a large number of mature techniques and his proficiency wasn't very high, had incredibly strong fundamentals.

The basic skills have too much potential and are too malleable.

All progress in exploring the unknown relies on basic science; for example, advancements in mathematics drive progress in many other disciplines.

Fang Ziye's manual reduction and puncture techniques have evolved into an incredible lateral malleolar fracture reduction technique. He can even develop and create closed lever reduction for complete fractures, which he can do as long as he spends the time.

Self-created technique.

Even if it's a self-created minor technique, considering Fang Ziye's age, it's still terrifying.

"But... we still haven't completed all the procedures. Professor Duan, why don't we sit down and rest a bit longer, so we can finish what we started?" Hu Wei, who was in charge of surgical authorization in the medical department, suggested.

Procedural fairness will ensure the fairness of the outcome to a greater extent.

"To see things through to the end?"

Duan Hong touched his forehead, then ran his fingers through his hair, still wearing the disposable cap, his palms slightly sticky with the oil from his forehead: "Forget it, I'd better go..."

Given Deng Yong's personality and his protective nature, he'll probably have to take matters into his own hands and independently carry out the treatment of the devastating injuries once he turns around...

As for a verbal agreement?

Personal relationships aside, Deng Yong could bring a straw to apologize in person, but on the battlefield of business, he would not hesitate to strike without hesitation if he saw himself in the same situation!

Duan Hong left, and Zheng Tonghui quickly followed.

"I'm leaving too. I've already signed everything."

Hu Wei and Liang Xiaoqing were both in a state of confusion.

This authorization for a special surgery was absolutely outrageous! It was so unusual that before the procedure was even finished, two people from other hospitals signed off and left, assuming responsibility?!
(End of this chapter)