top student at medical school

Chapter 386 The teacher... came to our place.

By the time Fang Ziye chased after him, Xu Long had already announced the news.

"Qiankang, make a few phone calls... and say that due to personal reasons, the private training class is canceled, and all students will be refunded, and their travel, accommodation and meal expenses will be reimbursed."

“There were only five phone calls in total…” Xu Long said, taking off his mask.

There won't be many students in a private coaching class.

To ensure sufficient hands-on practice and teaching quality, the number of students in private lessons is usually strictly controlled to single digits.

Fang Ziye followed behind Professor Xu Long, a slight jolt of surprise creeping into his heart.

His lips parted slightly and trembled.

The way things have turned out is completely beyond his expectations. Originally, Fang Ziye's plan was for Xie Xin to act as a go-between, so that he could come to Xiangya Hospital to demonstrate his skills, assist Professor Xu Long, complete a puncture, and surprise Luo Tingzhu, who was a student.

But after arriving, Fang Ziye didn't say anything provocative and behaved himself well. So how did he end up having the private tutoring class canceled?
Isn't this utter nonsense?
I took a special leave from Han City to come to Sha City, owing Qin Geluo and Xie Xin a favor, but things have turned out like this.

"Teacher Xu, you...you are..." Fang Ziye didn't know what to say, and could only stare at Xu Long who had taken off his mask.

With sharp eyebrows, triangular eyes, and a high nose bridge, his face is covered with the mottled marks of time, yet he doesn't look old at all; instead, he exudes an imposing aura.

Xu Long has thick lips, large earlobes, and is of medium height, about 1.7 meters tall. He has a thick build, and his sternocleidomastoid muscle on his neck is particularly prominent.

Xu Long is a professor, and he's qualified to run private tutoring classes, so he's not an ordinary professor. When he said he would cancel them, he wasn't joking.

Xu Long turned around, and perhaps after processing his emotions in that instant, he said, "Dr. Fang, my original intention in opening the small teaching class was to develop a group of anesthesiologists who can perform motor-sensory separation."

“I always thought I was ready, but now I realize that I am still quite lacking and have significant knowledge gaps... So, the course will have to be postponed.”

"You...you don't need to blame yourself." Xu Long's tone was relatively kind, and he wasn't angry, but his already sagging face, due to his advanced age, trembled.

"Now that you have such skill, you should understand what I mean even more clearly."

Fang Ziye really wanted to say he didn't understand. If Xu Long hadn't guided him on how to administer anesthesia, what location to anesthetize, and which nerve segment to find, Fang Ziye would have had a very difficult time completing the task.

However, after Xu Long explained how to administer anesthesia, Fang Ziye completed the task very easily.

Fang Ziye's knowledge of anesthesiology is so poor that he's not even as good as a master's student in anesthesiology; his theory is just cognition.

Operation is a matter of manual skill. Others have explained how to do it, and Fang Ziye is asked to execute it. Fang Ziye's execution ability is unparalleled.

Naturally, Fang Ziye was also aware that Xu Long needed a certain opportunity to advance from level 4 to level 5 in piercing technique.

But Fang Ziye's purpose wasn't to teach Xu Long to identify the vegetables.

“Teacher Xu, many students come from afar, including me. I missed the registration deadline for the private coaching class, so you couldn’t find me when you were screening resumes.”

"Actually, I also wanted to come and learn local anesthesia techniques from you." Fang Ziye still wanted to try.

Xu Long is a professor at Xiangya Hospital, and a man of considerable standing. He's not so easily fooled: "Why would a proper trauma surgeon like you study local anesthesia?"

"Zhongnan Hospital is, after all, an affiliated hospital of Wuhan University. How can such a large anesthesiology department be so short-staffed that it needs a surgeon like you to perform surgery under local anesthesia?"

Xu Long's question was particularly pointed.

Fang Ziye's answer remained as rigid as steel: "Teacher Xu, as I explained before, I came here to destroy the corresponding diseases."

"You should know that in cases like abrasions, where muscles and soft tissues are destroyed, it is extremely difficult to restore function after debridement..."

"Have you made it past the hurdle of surviving?"

After Xu Long finished speaking, he cautiously added, "I mean the limbs are alive, not the person."

The ultimate outcome of catastrophic injury is amputation. Unless the injury is to a specific area, such as the head, chest, or abdomen, there is little chance of survival.

However, both keeping patients alive and helping them live better are the greatest and most fundamental philosophies of medicine, and there is no inherent difference in their value or worth.

Fang Ziye saw Xu Long's sharp eyebrows twitch and instantly felt a little guilty.

Fang Ziye rarely encountered professors from other departments. He usually only got to meet such big shots because his mentors were there to protect him. As a result, many professors were very kind to him.

For example, even a giant in trauma surgery like Professor Duan Hong has great self-appreciation.

Because of Deng Yong, the professors in the anesthesiology department would unconsciously give him face and restrain their own emotions and pride.

Nowadays, Xu Long and Deng Yong have absolutely no connection. Xu Long doesn't even know that Fang Ziye has a mentor named Professor Deng Yong. Even if he did know, he wouldn't know who Deng Yong is, and he wouldn't be so gentle anymore.

“Teacher Xu, we certainly see hope in this hurdle, and we have already done a few cases.”

"One patient survived, but is now partially paralyzed!"

This is Huang Kai, Fang Ziye's cautious response.

"Although one case was infected, the infection has been brought under control through a multidisciplinary consultation, avoiding the eventual amputation. However, the prolonged infection has weakened the local blood supply."

"Nerves may lose their original function due to a combination of factors, including infection and nutrition."

"The third case is still under consideration. Although she is not infected and does not have hemiplegia, she has temporarily lost sensation and motor function below the ankle."

“In this situation, we actually need to know more about the patient’s recovery of motor function during the operation. If possible, we can separate sensation and motor function through local anesthesia…” Fang Ziye naturally remembered the patients who were sitting on the bed in the department.

I also remember very clearly the current prognosis of those two patients with severe injuries.

If we want to make further progress, we can only lay the groundwork in all aspects.

Liu Huanglong's expertise in nerve suturing and peripheral nerve treatment... as well as his anesthetic techniques.

To be honest, although these reasons were just something Fang Ziye came up with on the spur of the moment, they had been stuck in his mind and on his mind ever since.

Therefore, Fang Ziye at this moment looked like he had a devout gaze.

As the saying goes, when a man is seven-tenths drunk, he can make you cry.

When nine parts are true and one part are false, it is difficult to distinguish between them.

Upon hearing this, Xu Long pursed his lips slightly: "It must be tough for you, a trauma surgeon, to have to worry about our anesthesiology department's work while helping patients with their functional recovery."

"Alright, I'm also very interested in the procedure you mentioned. Just tell me what you need, and I'll see if I can help you at Zhongnan Hospital..."

"Ah..." Fang Ziye was stunned, his voice drawn out.

"What do you mean, 'huh'? Do you think I'm not qualified to cooperate with you?" Xu Long raised his voice a few notches, his eyes flashing with surprise.

"No, no, Teacher Xu, I just wanted to come and learn, I never thought I could invite you over..." Fang Ziye's scalp tingled slightly.

"Now you can think about it." Xu Long's tone and emotions returned to calm. The crow's feet at the corners of his eyes deepened a few times before smoothing out, as if he had understood a truth. Then he said softly, "Master said."

"In ancient times, every scholar had a teacher."

"The master also said: A disciple need not be inferior to his master, nor a master necessarily more virtuous than his disciple. There is a sequence in learning the Way, and each has their own area of ​​expertise. That's all there is to it." Xu Long did not launch into a long speech, but simply read out the key points.

Fang Ziye: "..."

……

When I was sitting on the Z-shaped train from Shashi back to Hanshi, it was already 00:49 the next morning.

This was nineteen minutes after Fang Ziye boarded the bus.

Looking out the car window at the receding lights and Shashi, Fang Ziye frowned.

To be honest, Fang Ziye himself found it difficult to assess whether this trip to Shashi was right or wrong, a gain or a loss.

The original goal was not achieved, but a super-powerful outside help was brought to the hospital, and a key figure was brought to the 'surgical team'.

Putting everything else aside, just considering anesthesia techniques, even Professor Du Yuanxian would have to respectfully address Professor Xu Long as "Professor Xu" and humbly seek his guidance from him.

The problem is, Fang Ziye's original intention in coming to Shashi was not to invite a professor from the Department of Anesthesiology.

I came here to please my girlfriend, so why is it so hard to be in a relationship? Why is it so difficult to have a May Day holiday?

Fang Ziye had texted Luo Tingzhu, and this stubborn girl was still saying that she was very happy in Shashi and was currently at "home." At 11:30, in order to convince Fang Ziye, she even sent him photos of a family-run guesthouse...

Now look what's happened! I'm owing a ton of favors, and I might even anger the anesthesiology department at the hospital. And I still haven't seen my girlfriend.

"Sigh... I guess I'm doing this for the benefit of the patients who have suffered damage. Although we're going in opposite directions, we're ultimately heading towards the same goal." That's the only way Fang Ziye could console himself.

At 4:43, Fang Ziye arrived at Changqu Railway Station in Han City on time.

After exiting the train station, I took a taxi and arrived at the General Inpatient Office of the Department of Trauma Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital at 5:31 a.m.

Not seeing Qin Geluo resting in the office, I asked the nurse on duty. Seeing her puzzled expression, I quickly went down to the operating room... to look for her in the emergency operating room. Then I found Qin Geluo in the emergency department's operating room, performing a manual reduction on a patient.

Moreover, it seems that the current method of repositioning has reached an uncontrollable stage.

"Doctor, do you even know how to do it? If you don't, call your superiors... You're young, so I won't blame you for not being able to reposition it, but you're trying to be tough even though you don't know how. If you don't even call your teachers, I can't keep using you as practice material."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye pushed open the door and entered.

He tore open the examination gloves in his right pocket and said at the opportune moment, "Teacher Qin, I'm here. It must be very difficult for you to do this all by yourself without an assistant."

The moment Qin Geluo saw Fang Ziye, he felt as if he had been given divine assistance.

With much more confidence, he looked at the middle-aged woman who had spoken and said, "Who said I can't? I just said that it's difficult for a person to reposition their body, but you insist that it's easy. Let me try pain relief."

"You watch, as soon as my assistant arrives..." Qin Geluo boasted, blowing air through his mask to his forehead, wiping away the fine sweat that covered it.

"..."

A few minutes later.

Qin Geluo also thoughtfully pondered and said, "Ziye, you've worked hard. You did a great job."

After her pain subsided and her leg was in a cast, the woman asked, "Doctor, does that mean I don't need surgery?"

"Zhongnan Hospital is still Zhongnan Hospital, the one I went to before. They said there was no way to cure it except through surgery. I'm going to go see them again!"

“Eh!~” Qin Geluo’s tone faltered.

But the aunt had already waited for Fang Ziye and Qin Geluo to review the X-rays, confirmed the effect of the repositioning, and then turned and left.

Middle-aged aunties, actually they're not really middle-aged anymore, but anyone under sixty is considered middle-aged.

Neither of them would chase after the patient. When patients come to Zhongnan Hospital for treatment, all the doctors can do is provide technical support. As for whether the patients will brag or cause trouble for others after the treatment is completed, Fang Ziye and Qin Geluo have no say in that.

As long as you do your job well and don't incite others to cause trouble for them, you can have a clear conscience.

Qin Geluo then looked at Fang Ziye: "Didn't you just take leave?"

"Such a short leave? This short period of time?"

Qin Geluo raised his left hand to look at his watch: "It's been quite a while..."

Fang Ziye immediately realized that Qin Geluo was implying that he should ask for leave to "have sex".

Fang Ziye quickly replied, "Brother Luo, I really did go to Shashi."

"And I also saw the teachers there, and I even got someone to talk to Teacher Xu in the anesthesiology department."

Qin Geluo now realizes that his skills are no match for Fang Ziye's, and he has long since overcome his shyness and unease, so he can only find some substance in words: "So? We went to the hotel after meeting."

"He went to the hotel and then came back." Qin Geluo's face was full of mockery, like an experienced person looking at a novice, slightly lewd, without any of the demeanor of a superior or elder brother.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "It's Teacher Xu, he came back too."

Qin Geluo paused.

"Private coaching classes are gone, they've been cancelled."

"Ah!~" Qin Geluo stretched his neck forward, his eyes bulged, and his mouth, visible to the naked eye, was already open under the mask.

Shocked, I unconsciously let out a short, monosyllable.

"Professor Xu will also come to our anesthesiology department to be Professor Liu Huanglong's assistant anesthesiologist."

"Brother Luo, what should I do now?"

"I don't know how I'll explain this to the anesthesiology department, or even to my mentor and the others," Fang Ziye said.

Upon hearing this, Qin Geluo trembled.

Just imagining the scene, Qin Geluo shuddered. His initial shock vanished, replaced by a pitiful look in his eyes as he shook his head vehemently at Fang Ziye: "I don't know. You'll have to clean up the mess yourself..."

"You..." Qin Geluo left before finishing his sentence.

But after walking several steps, Qin Geluo seemed to remember something, turned back, put his arm around Fang Ziye's neck, and said gloatingly, "Tell your brother, how did you manage to seduce such an old man?"

(End of this chapter)