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Chapter 387 Creating a World's Pinnacle (8k-word chapter, please subscribe)

"Brother Luo, you can go back first. I'll take the guys down here to check the rooms later."

"You've worked hard, Brother Luo." Fang Ziye didn't give a particularly direct answer to Qin Geluo's question.

"Alright, you've led the ward rounds quite a few times already. I'm going back to take a nap." Qin Geluo stretched and yawned as he left.

During the May Day holiday, which is equivalent to a weekend, attending physicians or senior resident physicians only need to lead ward rounds with resident physicians to complete routine adjustments to medical orders.

Now that Fang Ziye is the chief resident, he is no longer someone who is led around the wards as before. He can now lead the attending physicians in his group on ward rounds independently, and is in charge of revising patients' medical orders and completing pre- and post-operative examinations.

After Qin Geluo left, Fang Ziye headed towards the trauma surgery ward.

After pondering for a while, Fang Ziye pushed open the door to the cramped and narrow general inpatient office, turned on the incandescent light switch, took off his white coat and hung it in the work clothes hanger, and then lay down on the bed.

After thinking it over carefully, Fang Ziye shook his head slightly and murmured, "I'll report back tomorrow. Even if Teacher Xu is impatient, it's impossible for her to come to Han City during the May Day holiday."

"The timing is also awkward. Unless it's particularly urgent, it's best not to disturb the two masters' rest."

Fang Ziye dozed off for almost three hours and was only awakened at nine o'clock by a knock on the door and a voice asking, "Senior brother, are you there? Are you leading the ward rounds today, or should we call Brother Luo?"

The voice came from my junior colleague, Jie Han, who is a professional master's student and has ward management responsibilities.

At the level of attending physician, Jie Han is currently a third-year master's student, which is considered a relatively senior resident physician. Therefore, he would symbolically knock on the door to ask about the situation every weekend and holiday.

If Fang Ziye doesn't reply, it means he's gone to the emergency room. Jie Han will then call Qin Geluo and ask him to come back for rounds.

"Come in, Xiao Jie," Fang Ziye said, his voice slightly sleepy.

He propped himself up with his right hand, yawning incessantly.

Even if intermittent sleep lasts for the same amount of time as continuous sleep, it can lead to a loss of energy because it prevents one from entering deep sleep.

At least it can replenish some of my energy.

Jie Han immediately turned the doorknob and entered: "Senior brother, you're really back?"

"Before I went to sleep, I saw a message from Brother Luo saying that you had taken leave and that he would be leading rounds tomorrow. I knew you must have gone on a trip with your senior sister."

"But after I woke up, Brother Luo sent me another message, saying you're back. Did you and your senior sister have some kind of conflict...?"

Only Deng Yong, Yuan Weihong, and Qin Geluo, who was on duty for Fang Ziye, knew the truth about Fang Ziye's trip to Shashi.

Jie Han, of course, had no idea where Fang Ziye had gone; he simply assumed that Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu had gone on a trip.

Fang Ziye placed his right hand directly on Jie Han's shoulder, using a tiger claw-like grip.

Jie Han immediately cried out, "Ouch...ouch!"

Fang Ziye then said seriously, "Brother, we are brothers. Your current behavior would be considered disobedience in ancient times."

This Jie Han looks thin and frail, but I didn't expect him to be so determined. He still has some wicked intentions.

"Senior brother, senior brother, you've misunderstood. I was just concerned about you and Senior Sister Luo. It's not what you think it means." Jie Han pleaded for forgiveness with both hands.

After Fang Ziye released his grip, Jie Han shrugged his right shoulder and began to spin his right hand rapidly: "And, senior brother, you're slender..."

Just as Jie Han was about to retort, seeing Fang Ziye about to make another move, he quickly returned to the topic: "Senior brother, in the department, are you planning to perform surgery on the two patients who underwent trauma surgery after the May Day holiday?"

"That high school girl asks me every day, her eyes full of expectation. Every time she asks me, I feel a little guilty..."

Fang Ziye nodded upon hearing this: "It should be the surgery after the holiday!"

"You are personally responsible for the consultation and signing of these two beds. You usually ask a lot of questions, so ask yourself a few more questions and discuss all the relevant risks, especially to lower the patient's expectations for recovery. Don't take on too much responsibility."

Fang Ziye himself was not confident, as there was no precedent for functional reconstruction in the second stage after such destructive surgery.

Everything was unknown, there were no references, and everything relied on innovation to reconstruct the corresponding functions based on anatomy.

But what it will look like after reconstruction is truly unknown.

When it came to his major, Jie Han nodded seriously, the mole at the corner of his right eye flashing twice, though he had long lost his former innocent charm: "Senior, don't worry about the major."

Even if it's something I'm not an expert on, you still need to put my mind at ease.

"Jiehan, let me tell you something serious. Tingzhu is my girlfriend now. If you keep having ulterior motives, it will seriously damage our relationship," Fang Ziye said solemnly.

It is said that a beautiful and graceful lady is the object of a gentleman's affections.

But there has to be a limit to this.

Jie Han reached his chopsticks into the bowl; even if they were brothers, there was no room for discussion.

If Jie Han were anyone else, Fang Ziye could simply meet with them privately and ask what they thought. But Jie Han happens to be his junior brother.

Speaking of Jie Han, his attitude towards his senior brother is impeccable.

Jie Han laughed and said, "Senior brother, you really misunderstood this time. I was just concerned and didn't mean anything else."

"Tianluo's mouth is a real secret-hunting machine. He didn't tell you, did he? Let me tell you, I met a girl in the internal medicine department..."

"She may not be as pretty as my senior, but she's really cute..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye immediately said, "When can we have a meal together?"

"Senior brother, your birth chart only has one stroke so far, don't be alarmed."

"It's quite difficult to find a decent girlfriend these days," Jie Han shook his head, completely ignoring Fang Ziye's attempts to persuade him.

"Is everyone in the group here?" Fang Ziye asked, glancing at the time on his phone.

Jie Han said, "Everyone's here, Senior Brother."

“Senior, I think you should buy a watch. You’re so wealthy now, it’s embarrassing to always be checking the time on your phone,” Jie Han suggested.

Fang Ziye is now considered a superior.

"What's there to be afraid of? I've seen it all over the years."

“I know my own situation very well. Let’s not talk about this anymore. Go check the rooms. You go to the office first and gather everyone together. I’ll wash my face and come right away…” Fang Ziye then walked towards the sink.

Half an hour later.

"Doctor, can I have surgery after May Day?" The little girl, who had almost lost a leg, had a bright look in her tired eyes.

In fact, she can already get out of bed and walk with crutches. Walking requires the strength of the quadriceps. She only has loss of sensation and motor function below the ankle, not loss of walking function.

But her stiff feet made it difficult for her to move freely; she even needed to feel whether her right foot was touching the ground through the inability of her thigh to continue pressing down.

The little girl has gotten even thinner!

"Yes, Yan Chu, Professor Liu and I planned to perform functional reconstruction surgery on you after May Day, but the exact date has not yet been determined."

"The surgery needs to be done carefully, and we need to discuss this very cautiously." Fang Ziye stood with his hands behind his back at the front of a group of people in white coats.

Yan Chu is a girl's name.

"I've explained this to you personally before. This kind of surgery is unprecedented and is, to a certain extent, original."

"But originality is not necessarily the best, nor can it satisfy everyone."

"But you have to believe that Professor Liu, Professor Deng, and I will do our best to help you recover as many functions as possible."

"But we also need to agree that we are not children anymore. Even if some things do not meet our expectations, we can be disappointed, but we cannot break down or lose control of our emotions or other extreme situations."

"No matter what, you are the most beautiful version of yourself," Fang Ziye advised.

The girl named Yan Chu shook her head but didn't speak; her somewhat haggard eyes were filled with tears.

This girl, like the girl next door, cast all her hopes on him, putting a lot of pressure on Fang Ziye's mind and body.

In that instant, Fang Ziye felt an overwhelming sense of empathy and finally understood why the students in the bone tumor department needed to engage in regular self-psychological counseling...

Yan Chu is at least a teenager, and many of the patients in the bone tumor ward are children, even younger than Yan Chu.

Yan Chu only injured one foot, and the little angels there will probably return to "Baby Planet" after receiving treatment...

"Let's go check the next bed." Fang Ziye followed his superior's example, decisively and ruthlessly leading his people away, severing the little girl's inner desire for certainty.

Clinicians are often just tools for applying the broadest cognitive theories of modern medicine; they are not gods and cannot guarantee that every patient will fully recover after treatment.

Some traumas, once they occur, are permanent and irreversible!

The next bed was occupied by the badly injured middle-aged man in the next room.

Compared to the little girl, the middle-aged woman is much more mature. Now that the infection signs are getting better and better and there is no need for amputation, she already feels that it is a blessing in disguise.

"Dr. Fang, you're here again..." As she spoke, she shifted her position slightly, as if to give Fang Ziye more space so that he could express himself freely.

"Hmm, how have you been feeling lately? The redness and swelling have subsided, haven't they?" Fang Ziye asked.

His attending physician, Liu Haihua, a first-year master's student, quickly unwrapped the patient's gauze and looked up: "Senior, the gauze is clean and fresh. The infection has been controlled, but the motor and sensory functions are still lacking."

"Dr. Fang, the infection has been brought under control for a long time. Now I'm just waiting for you to perform the surgery. I don't ask for much. As long as it's better than it is now, I'll be satisfied."

"As long as it doesn't burden the children, I'll do some handicrafts to earn money from now on, that's fine..."

Unlike the little girl's hope to return to the dance troupe, the middle-aged man was more concerned about whether he would be able to move freely in the future and whether he would become a burden on his children.

"Your requirements aren't low."

Fang Ziye smiled and said, "Let's wait a little longer, later..."

……

After making his rounds and having his fellow students go and complete the doctor's orders or change their dressings, Fang Ziye's head started to throb.

At this moment, Fang Ziye suddenly felt very envious of his fellow disciples.

A master's degree holder, attending physician, resident physician—you don't have to worry about anything. You can live a carefree life, only needing to do your assigned ward duties every day before heading to the practice room.

They don't need to consider whether the patient's infection can be cured, they don't need to consider the patient's current condition, they don't need to consider what surgical procedure can improve function, they don't need to rack their brains to design a surgical plan, they don't need to challenge the ignorant...

However, Fang Ziye is not far from becoming a junior physician. He remembers very clearly that he used to envy his superiors.

No need for bedside care, no need to write medical records, no need to change dressings, no need to write doctor's orders; all you need to do is perform surgeries on two scheduled days a week...

However, Fang Ziye finally understood now, and that was it... just how damn difficult it really was.

Similarly, this was the first time Fang Ziye had experienced the pressure that Deng Yong usually bore.

The clinical practice at Zhongnan Hospital is led by professors.

This means that the professor is responsible for all treatment tasks within the group and bears most of the responsibility in the treatment.

In addition, they also had to ensure the meals of all the junior members of the treatment group and the education of all the students.

If you are still the head of the ward, then you also need to consider the development of the ward.

Master Deng Yong, he's having a tough time too...

Of course, Deng Yong also has his advantages. Unlike Yuan Weihong, he doesn't need to expand his business further. He has already completed the initial accumulation and now has a large number of students and a large number of people working under him.

Just as Fang Ziye felt that professional titles were like a series of intricate "walled cities" encircling him, the emergency phone rang.

Instantly, Fang Ziye felt as if he had been granted a pardon.

Rather than dwelling on a lot of headaches and getting stuck in a cycle of frustration, Fang Ziye prefers to do practical things, such as handling one or two cases and giving him something to do, which makes things much easier for him.

If the case is simple, all you need to do is perform the procedure, the surgery, and repeat the process. You don't need to consider the unknown or worry about the future. As long as you do your job well and assess the quality of the surgery, you can ensure that the patient's treatment results are satisfactory.

Therefore, starting from noon that day, Fang Ziye personally went to the emergency surgery outpatient clinic and asked Brother Li Hui, who was on duty, to open the door to trauma surgery emergency cases.

They accept all kinds of fractures, even minor ones, just to keep themselves busy. They figure if they don't treat these patients, they'll go to the small hospital anyway…

Of course, Xiong Jinhuan also followed Fang Ziye for most of the day, until 12:40 in the morning, when she finally sat down in the doctor's rest room, feeling tired, weak and refreshed.

Fang Ziye sat down opposite him and asked, "Jinhuan, how are you? Can you still hold on?"

Xiong Jinhuan and Fang Ziye's emergency shift is in the first ten days of the month, that is, from the 1st to the 10th.

Upon hearing this, Xiong Jinhuan straightened up and sat up straight: "I can handle it, Brother Ye."

Would you like some coffee?

Xiong Jinhuan, who was originally slightly chubby, has now lost weight, but her honest and kind nature remains.

"Can a man say no?" Fang Ziye tilted his head.

Then, somewhat surprised, she asked, "Jinhuan, it's only been twenty days since I last saw you, and your manual repositioning technique has improved quite a bit."

Xiong Jinhuan smiled secretly: "I specifically consulted my master. You also taught me some things before, Brother Ye, so I've made great progress."

"However, I've also listed a lot of questions I don't understand, and I plan to ask you about them one by one this month."

"Brother Ye, please pass on a message to my junior sister for me, saying thank you for letting me off the hook!" Xiong Jinhuan's face was completely innocent, her gratitude pure.

Luo Tingzhu and Fang Ziye graduated in the same year. After Fang Ziye graduated early, he began to compete with Xiong Jinhuan.

Now that Luo Tingzhu has transferred to another department, no one is happier than Xiong Jinhuan. Although Xiong Jinhuan doesn't usually boast about it, everyone with eyes can see that Li Yuanpei, who was in the same grade as Xiong Jinhuan, is probably far inferior to Xiong Jinhuan.

Xiong Jinhuan's current teacher is the ward director. As long as Xiong Jinhuan's abilities are up to par, her chances of staying in the hospital are virtually limitless!
"You flatter me, Jin Huan. There's never been a case of anyone letting anyone off the hook." "Professor Han is training you to be the standard for doctors in our hospital. Keep it up!" Fang Ziye winked at Xiong Jin Huan.

When Xiong Jinhuan is able to step up, I might be able to escape this miserable state of being a chief resident.

But it may take at least another year.

Xiong Jinhuan handed over the phone: "Brother Ye, we still need your help a lot."

"It's not easy to break into the training room, Brother Ye, could you give me some pointers from time to time?" Xiong Jinhuan gave Fang Ziye more flirtatious glances, making him seem less naive.

"Whatever."

Fang Ziye playfully added 99 to a type of coffee and handed it to Xiong Jinhuan.

"Holy crap, Brother Ye, you're being way too casual..." Xiong Jinhuan's eyes bulged out.

Their laughter pierced the night sky, waking up the junior student on duty.

He jolted awake and peeked out to see which two idiots were disturbing him so late at night. After fiercely recognizing the two sitting there, he pretended to be an idiot and remained asleep.

……

The next day.

At 10:00 a.m., Luo Tingzhu returned to the department and began to fulfill her duties as the chief resident assistant.

Perhaps due to a bad mood, the management of medical record writing and organization by junior master's students and resident physicians was particularly strict, causing many in the group to complain bitterly.

Finally, Jie Han couldn't take it anymore and secretly slipped out of the doctor's office to "complain" to Fang Ziye: "Senior brother, you need to come and take charge of the situation. If you don't show up soon, we might be tortured to death by Senior Sister Luo."

Jie Han has finally found the "right" person. Fang Ziye finally got a chance to rest in the chief inpatient office. He raised his eyelids and said, "What you hear from Senior Sister Zhu is what I mean. Her standards are my standards."

Jie Han almost wanted to bang his head against the doorframe, but he stood on tiptoe and said, "Senior brother, if you hadn't come, I would have asked senior sister a question..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye jumped up in alarm.

"I'll go check right away..."

Fang Ziye ultimately loved his wife.

If Jie Han really starts to expose problems, even Yuan Weihong will collapse.

As a result, Yuan Weihong now doesn't dare to let Jie Han go to the clinic, but prefers to take Lan Tianluo with him instead.

……

Ten twenty.

Fang Ziye then took away the "female demon of medical records" from the department, allowing Jie Han and others to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Why do you seem a little irritable?" Fang Ziye asked.

Luo Tingzhu had been wearing a stern and serious expression, but upon seeing Fang Ziye, her icy demeanor melted away. She sighed and feigned sincerity, saying, "I went to Shashi, but the experience wasn't very good."

"When I came back and saw these medical records again, they were not very pleasing to the eye. There were many basic errors, which were intolerable."

Fang Ziye thought to himself, "Sister, you are a genius girl who has been valued by many big names in internal medicine. The quality and standards of your medical records are absolutely at the ceiling level of surgery. How can you use such standards to measure orthopedic medical records?"

This is reversing the food chain—

The medical records department staff drove the internal medicine staff crazy, and the medical records department staff were driven crazy by the surgeons.

"It's not a mistake in principle, so let's just let it go."

“We are surgeons after all, and many of our junior colleagues still need to go to the training room to practice their basic skills.” Fang Ziye did not expose Luo Tingzhu’s lie.

Luo Tingzhu's expression flickered with a hint of hesitation before vanishing in an instant: "Senior brother, in just a few days, Yan Chu and that middle-aged man will be able to have their surgeries, right?"

"This should be."

"Tingzhu, something's not right. That middle-aged man's name is Yao Longshan!"

"You only remember the cute little girl's name is Yan Chu, but you can't remember Uncle Yao's name, which is a bit unbalanced," Fang Ziye pointed out.

As a doctor, having compassion for the vulnerable is a quality.

However, it is uncivilized to pity the vulnerable and then ignore a segment of the population.

Luo Tingzhu blushed slightly and nodded in acknowledgment of the fact that Fang Ziye had pointed out: "This time it was my fault, and I will definitely change in the future."

"Did you not get along well with Auntie during your trip to Shashi?" Fang Ziye then returned to the previous topic.

"Yes, that's right. Not only that, but I was originally planning to attend a private coaching class. My idea was..." Luo Tingzhu probably felt that the surprise was over, so she simply revealed the truth.

After explaining, Luo Tingzhu said with a smile, "I think I need to thank Senior Sister Huang properly."

"If it weren't for her reminder, I wouldn't know how to avoid you, Senior Brother!"

"After all, hospital regulations stipulate that, in principle, spouses and fathers and sons should not work in the same ward, precisely to avoid..."

Luo Tingzhu probably got carried away with her 'self-disclosure,' so she revealed even more things.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's eyes immediately turned serious, and his tone became stern: "You wanted to go to internal medicine before, was that the main reason? Who told you that?"

Many hospitals and organizations have this regulation.

However, Fang Ziye had never considered this matter.

The first thought that flashed through Fang Ziye's mind was Yuan Weihong.

Luo Tingzhu shook her head: "No, no, no, senior brother, this wasn't told to me by any other teacher, it was Lan Tianluo."

"This is an established fact."

"Moreover, I prefer internal medicine."

"Of course, I think the anesthesiology department is quite good now..."

"Anesthesiologists can move around freely after their shift. There are no beds or outpatient clinics. If they could leave work on a fixed schedule every day, that would be great. It's much freer than internal medicine..." Luo Tingzhu smiled knowingly.

"Moreover, the work of trauma surgeons is actually quite tiring nowadays."

After listening, Fang Ziye pondered for a while, and after briefly analyzing the truth or falsehood of Luo Tingzhu's words, he tentatively said, "I seem to have heard that the teacher Xu Long, whom you are going to enroll in, will be coming to the Department of Anesthesiology at Zhongnan Hospital in a few days."

"You can ask him for advice privately later."

"Huh?" Luo Tingzhu was completely stunned, her mind going completely blank...

The teacher who had painstakingly enrolled Luo Tingzhu in a private tutoring class canceled it, leaving her somewhat disappointed. But now? Is it possible to 'get free' high-quality course services without spending any money?
The difference between then and now could kill someone.

However, Luo Tingzhu quickly remembered the key point: "I haven't heard of any of our anesthesiology department teachers having a good relationship with Professor Xu Long from Xiangya Hospital?"

"I went to see Professor Xu Long thanks to Senior Sister Xie Xin's introduction. Why would Professor Xu Long, all of a sudden, come to our hospital?" Luo Tingzhu asked with remarkable suspicion, her eyes darting around as if she wanted to dissect the entire world...

Of course, no matter how smart Luo Tingzhu was, she wouldn't dare to connect Xu Long and Fang Ziye.

This is completely unrelated.

"I don't know about this either."

"Who cares who they came for? You'll just have a chance to audit classes for free, right?"

"Hey, by the way, Tingzhu, when you went to see Professor Xu Long, did you want to learn anesthesia or puncture techniques?" Fang Ziye asked.

Now that Luo Tingzhu has completely decided on her direction, Fang Ziye can give her plenty of encouragement.

Fang Ziye is very familiar with puncture techniques.

"Of course I learned them all. Some of the techniques in anesthesiology are very demanding."

"If nerve block anesthesia is administered well, heart failure patients can undergo surgery."

"If the spinal anesthesia is administered well, even patients with respiratory failure can undergo surgery. It can even reverse the surgical indications to a certain extent. Isn't that amazing?" Luo Tingzhu asked.

Anesthesiologists actually need a certain level of internal medicine expertise, and indeed, a comprehensive understanding of internal medicine, in order to save a patient's life in a critical moment.

"Awesome!" Fang Ziye gave Luo Tingzhu a thumbs up.

……

After parting ways with Luo Tingzhu, Fang Ziye finally found the time to report the matter to his master, Deng Yong.

Deng Yong's scalp tingled when he heard this.

"How did your matter get involved with the anesthesiology department?" Deng Yong hesitated before speaking.

"Master, I didn't mean it that way. My intention was..." Fang Ziye tried to explain.

Deng Yong interrupted again: "Forget about the original intention. The original intention is not important. The current situation is the most important."

"From a certain perspective, it would be a good thing if Professor Xu Long were willing to come to our Zhongnan Hospital as a visiting professor. This would allow us to more smoothly advance the second-stage functional reconstruction surgery that we will be performing next month after the trauma surgery."

"A better anesthesiologist is definitely the ideal partner for a surgeon."

"Just leave this matter for now. I'll go talk to Director Zeng Quanming of the Anesthesiology Department and tell him that I was the one who contacted Xu Long. I'll give him a heads-up, and there shouldn't be any major problems." Deng Yong, true to form, immediately took the blame.

"Master, should I tell Teacher Yuan about this?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Tell me, you should also call Liu Huanglong to report on the current situation."

"Before the surgery begins, it's best if our team holds an internal discussion, even though we've already derived most of the surgical procedures multiple times."

"But I still think that if we have the opportunity, we can start with animals and do a few trials first..."

“Yes, let’s do it a few times first. You won’t participate. I’ll ask Liu Huanglong about it later.”

Fang Ziye nodded and said okay, then asked, "Master, now that Professor Liu has come to our hospital, will he go to the trauma surgery department first, or will he go directly to the emergency department?"

"Actually, going to the emergency department is quite good. Professor Xie is in the emergency department, and the trauma center team is readily available."

Deng Yong replied, "Don't rush the trauma center in the emergency department."

"Liu Huanglong will first spend some time familiarizing himself with our trauma surgery department, since the situation here is slightly different from that at Peking Union Medical College Hospital."

"It would be too rash to send Liu Huanglong to represent the Department of Trauma Surgery to expand the territory."

After Deng Yong finished explaining, he changed the subject again: "Ziye, when did you start paying attention to these things?"

"I remember you used to focus more on case studies, the emergency room, and your own little corner of the field, right?"

After listening, Fang Ziye pondered for a moment, then sat down on the bed somewhat dejectedly.

“Master, to be honest, I’m feeling a lot of pressure right now. I think I might have taken too big a step.”

"The pressure of supporting a small team is really immense."

"No, no, no, I simply don't have the capacity to support a small team. At most, I can only support a small team at a prefecture-level city hospital, ensuring that the team doesn't starve."

If you are not in your position, you will not be able to govern!

Fang Ziye couldn't have understood this so thoroughly without experiencing things from Deng Yong's position.

Being a chief physician is actually a bit like being a "star" in a drama. Whether your colleagues in the team can make a living by relying on you really depends on your solid skills.

If you don't have solid skills, your team's salary will be low. If the salary is low, you won't be able to survive, and your subordinates might leave.

The source of the disease needs to be treated through outpatient clinics.

If you lack competence, your reputation will quickly crumble, and then no patient will dare to come to you for treatment.

A prefecture-level city hospital only needs to handle one case of fractures to make a living; Fang Ziye has absolute confidence in this.

But even with all his Level 5 skills at Zhongnan Hospital, he still felt it wasn't enough.

It's not that I lack proficiency in simple operations, but rather that I haven't had enough exposure to advanced operations.

"Pressure is a good thing; it is the driving force for progress."

"Keep it up, Ziye."

"No matter what, this day will always come."

"The first workday after May Day will be the first day of our functional reconstruction surgery!~"

"This could also be the first day we hit a wall."

"But it could also be the first day we create a miracle if we can rebuild this functionality."

"Well..." Deng Yong finished speaking, then realized that perhaps the pie he had painted was still too big.

"We'll start by working on it, and our goal for the Phase I clinical trial is to revive functions that have been lost in patients!"

"Just like destructive surgery, the first step in functional reconstruction is to bring the function back to life."

"Once we achieve that, we will have created the pinnacle of the world!"

A few days passed in the blink of an eye...

(End of this chapter)