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Chapter 426 Digging a Hole but Not Burying It (Please Subscribe)

Deng Yong was instantly surrounded by a dense crowd.

This is the provincial orthopedic conference, and the attendees are mostly experienced doctors from prefecture-level and county-level hospitals.

In terms of the total number of trauma surgeries, the purest form of open reduction and internal fixation for fractures ultimately accounts for the majority.

There is, to varying degrees, competition between prefecture-level city hospitals and county-level hospitals.

The county hospital is performing fracture surgery, the traditional Chinese medicine hospital is doing the same, and the private hospital in the county town is also performing fracture surgery.

The same applies to central hospitals, people's hospitals, and traditional Chinese medicine hospitals in prefecture-level cities.

Furthermore, the number of patients in prefecture-level city hospitals is relatively limited. If one hospital has more patients, then another hospital will have relatively fewer patients.

Given this premise, whoever can master more advanced fracture treatment techniques will undoubtedly gain a "first-mover advantage," forcing other hospitals to either change their business or suffer financial losses.

At this moment, Deng Yong's one mouth, two hands, and two ears were simply not enough.

I don't know whose question to listen to, I don't know which 'glass' to push against, and I don't know whose question to answer.

Finally, after two minutes, Professor Deng Yong touched the microphone again, speaking in a fatherly tone: "Oh, okay, okay, okay, okay."

"Fellow practitioners, please calm down, please calm down!!"

Deng Yong held the microphone in his left hand and raised his right hand to sign "surrender".

“My name is Deng Yong, and I can’t run away.”

"We only have time today, so we can talk about it more later."

"The second session of the morning meeting is about to begin. We are all civilized people, so let's not disrupt the meeting rules."

At this point, Deng Yong handed the conversation over: "Professor Duan, you are the chairman of the morning session, please organize the discipline."

At this moment, Duan Hong's face was slightly dark.

Deng Yong got into trouble because of his diarrhea, and this guy from the outer courtyard had to step in and clean up his mess.

Duan Hong had no choice but to do this, since academic conferences are serious exchanges, not small meetings that can be suspended or postponed.

"Please quiet down, everyone. The second session of the morning meeting will begin promptly at 10:35. It is now 10:31. Please maintain order in the meeting room..."

After Duan Hong said that, the crowd surrounding Deng Yong gradually calmed down. Everyone's face was full of entanglement. When they stepped down from the podium, they looked back to see if any shameless people were still surrounding Deng Yong.

They were afraid that others would gain the upper hand and they would fall behind.

……

offstage.

Zhang Yuancong shrank his long neck, his lips twitched slightly a dozen times, and he involuntarily gasped, "Hiss!~"

"Weihong, you must be suffering a lot inside."

"How did you end up encountering such a pervert?"

Zhang Yuancong is now an associate professor and deputy chief physician at Shanghai Sixth People's Hospital, and has seen many people. Furthermore, the trauma surgery department of Shanghai Sixth People's Hospital happens to have one of the few nationally recognized top-tier experts.

Moreover, the recognized "national champion" among the six hospitals in Shanghai is not a "pseudo-disabled national champion" like Professor Duan Hong, but a more versatile senior professor.

However, even so, after careful examination, Zhang Yuancong found that the old professor's manual repositioning technique seemed to lack a certain 'soul' compared to Fang Ziye's manual repositioning technique.

"Oh, is that so? This little brat hasn't learned the meaning of respecting his teacher in a long time, he's completely turned against the Heavenly Gang." Yuan Weihong tapped the table, continuing to pour out his grievances to Zhang Yuancong next door.

However, this time, Zhang Yuancong chuckled: "Actually?"

"Personally, I think that if this young man still respects his teachers in the current situation, it will make things even more difficult for you."

"For example, what if he asks you, 'Teacher Yuan, how should I improve next?'"

Zhang Yuancong's voice was like a thorn, or like a pair of hoof trimmers.

It was both heartbreaking and I wanted to comfort Yuan Weihong.

Yuan Weihong paused slightly as he touched his large forehead and receding hairline, tilted his head and turned around in a "blind" manner, then nodded slightly and lowered his voice: "Brother Cong, what you said makes sense."

"If he asks that, we really don't know how to answer it."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuancong's eyes immediately lit up, and he tapped the table lightly with the index finger of his left hand: "Weihong, actually, there are two better ways to deal with someone like him."

Zhang Yuancong's eyes rolled around in their sockets: "One way is to suppress them, to suffocate them."

"This method is definitely no longer applicable in modern society. If you suppress it too much, it may backfire if someone posts a video on TikTok or something."

"After all, if he were to do a live stream or something to 'debunk' the abilities of senior doctors, things would get complicated."

"The second type is pure altruism. What is altruism?"

"That is, give him an easier, more accessible path, a higher starting point, and a more unique prison."

"Out of sight, out of mind."

At this point, Zhang Yuancong patted his chest and said, "I can do it for you."

“When Sun Wukong wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, he even invited the Buddha Tathagata, so it wasn’t shameful.”

"Weihong, find an opportunity to invite him out. I'll treat you two to a nice meal. I think I'm at least 80% confident I can get rid of this obstacle in your life."

“Let me tell you, don’t underestimate him just because he’s young now. Maybe in a few years, he’ll be competing with you for a senior professional title, and a few years after that, you won’t even have a chance to get the Outstanding Young Scientist award.”

"Besides, he went to a better platform, and it wasn't you who instigated it. The path was there; it was his personal choice, wasn't it?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong's face stiffened slightly.

Seeing Yuan Weihong's expression, Zhang Yuancong pursed his lips slightly and composed himself: "Of course, I'm just conveying my personal meaning."

Unexpectedly, Yuan Weihong's tone was even more resentful than before: "Brother Cong, you are my senior brother, I consider you a close brother."

"You just said you would save me from this hell, but now you're taking the source of this hell with you too?"

Which one are you going to bring? You can't bring them both, can you?

Zhang Yuancong's mood was thrown into disarray by Yuan Weihong's words, to the point that his ten fingers couldn't help but sway and crawl up and down like a spider.

This question sounds simple, just a choice between two options.

But there's absolutely no solution.

You said you'd take Fang Ziye with you, but you clearly said you'd take me to the Sixth Hospital of Shanghai. Now you're not taking me. Do you want me to recommend something trivial?
If you're suggesting taking Yuan Weihong, it would be better to take Fang Ziye, whose foundation is unstable. Fang Ziye is so young; he certainly doesn't have the deep-rooted foundation that Yuan Weihong does.

Even Yuan Weihong harbored deep resentment towards Fang Ziye, so others must have felt a love-hate relationship with him as well.

Both people can take care of the children, which is the optimal solution, but it seems that Zhang Yuancong has dug a hole for himself.

Taking them all away just means Yuan Weihong will be transferred to another unit where he'll be abused by Fang Ziye, right?

Zhang Yuancong pursed his lips, remained silent for more than ten seconds, and finally said, "Actually, either option is fine. Why don't you invite Dr. Fang out, and the three of us can have a proper discussion?"

Those who lust after women are despicable.

Those who covet wealth are acting improperly.

To be impressed by someone's talent is to appreciate them.

Zhang Yuancong silently prepared himself mentally.

If Fang Ziye is abducted, I will only take five percent of the hospital's reward money at most! The rest will all go to him.

"Isn't this a love triangle? Why force a love triangle when there isn't one?" Yuan Weihong broke through his defenses and stepped aside.

At this point, perhaps someone finally couldn't take it anymore.

He turned around and started spitting everywhere, deliberately lowering his voice: "Yuan Weihong, have you no shame? I really can't listen to this anymore!"

A larger, more prominent Mediterranean-looking man with a bald, protruding forehead picked up his phone and turned on the recording function: "Come on, speak, say it this way."

Yuan Weihong's half-Mediterranean landscape is not even a fake compared to the real Mediterranean.

Yuan Weihong recognized Shen Tao as soon as he saw the other person stand up.

His face then began to twitch.

Then he reached out his right hand and pulled on Shen Tao's sleeve.

Shen Tao remained unmoved.

Yuan Weihong tugged at him again: "Brother, don't get excited, it was just a joke. Why are you so agitated? You're getting too caught up in the role, you know?"

When Zhang Yuancong arrived, he also sensed something was wrong: "What's going on?"

Shen Tao wasn't going to tolerate Yuan Weihong's cleverness, so he sat down and said, "Yuan Weihong, Fang Ziye. One is a teacher, and the other is a student."

"Fang Ziye is Yuan Weihong's 'own son'."

Zhang Yuancong's head was as stiff as a Transformer, and it made a clicking sound as his joints slid during the rotation.

"Really? Weihong?" Zhang Yuancong asked.

Yuan Weihong noticed that Shen Tao, who had just sat down, hadn't even turned off the recording function on his phone in order to sabotage him, so he remained silent and stared intently at Shen Tao's phone.

Shen Tao righteously pulled his phone back, swiped up to close the app, and said, "Brother Wei, you should at least tone it down a bit. You greeted me when you came over."

“You’re backstabbing me like this, really, really, really, really.” Shen Tao repeated two syllables like a seasoned mental patient.

"Yuan Weihong, so this is what you call a 'connected person'? This is what you call a 'little brat' who doesn't respect his teacher?" Zhang Yuancong started clenching his fists, his teeth twitching, clearly his defenses had been breached!
“Hmm!~” Yuan Weihong was also a man of action and responsibility.

Zhang Yuancong simply gestured a couple of times with his hands raised, then stood up, picked up his laptop briefcase, and started packing his phone, Bluetooth headset, and other belongings.

Then, turning her backside towards Yuan Weihong, she said, "Excuse me, brother, excuse me, excuse me..."

Zhang Yuancong has passed away.

Yuan Weihong immediately reached out and grabbed Shen Tao by the neck, saying, "You're just being nosy."

"Do you know who was next door just now?" Yuan Weihong's chest began to heave.

"Victim, the one you bullied, huh?" Shen Tao tossed his hair that covered his bald spot, rolled his eyes, and completely ignored Yuan Weihong's 'goofy antics'.

“Zhang Yuancong, my senior, graduated from Wuhan University with a bachelor’s degree, then from the Sixth Affiliated Hospital of Shanghai Jiaotong University with a master’s degree, and then went abroad for his doctorate. After returning to China, he worked at the Sixth Affiliated Hospital of Shanghai Jiaotong University.”

"His current research area is being pursued only by him and his overseas supervisor worldwide, but the initial investment is quite large..."

"Shen Tao, why the hell are you interfering with me? We're both affiliated with the same university, why are you telling me what to do?"

Shen Tao's expression gradually stiffened.

"What does that have to do with you lying to him? It's about praising someone before criticizing them, and giving them a taste of their own medicine. The reason I know all this is because he's my senior brother. After we met, I maintained contact with him for a full eight or nine years."

"He does data registration, you know what that is?"

"Data registration will be the future direction for all medical specialties!" Yuan Weihong stretched out his hands, making a grasping motion, as if he wanted to strangle Shen Tao.

Shen Tao's voice gradually subsided. He touched his hair, then circled back to the back of his head: "What's the point of you tricking this person into coming here?"

"This kind of person can't be stupid, right?"

Yuan Weihong said, "It's precisely because he's not stupid that he'll gradually realize the role reversal. What? My senior brother Zhang Yuancong can see things and show enthusiasm, but I, Yuan Weihong, can't do the same?"

Shen Tao shook his head.

"Doesn't seem like it, your reputation?"

Yuan Weihong: "..."

……

The academic conference continued, and the first day's conference featured nationally renowned orthopedic experts invited by the Hubei Provincial Orthopedic Association.

Associate professors like Zhang Yuancong from the Sixth People's Hospital of Shanghai belong to the second tier of renowned orthopedic experts. The rest are top professors from various specialties such as Jishuitan Hospital, Peking Union Medical College Hospital, and West China Hospital.

Among them are many nationally recognized champions.

Academicians in trauma surgery were all invited to give a lecture.

In this atmosphere, everyone is sharing the latest and most popular topics, such as new osteotomy techniques and the treatment of large-segment bone defects...

Of course, for a top-tier tertiary hospital like Zhongnan Hospital, these things can ignite a passion for innovation.

For most prefecture-level city hospitals, trying to get involved in the most cutting-edge disciplines is like trying to run before you can walk; the only result will be falling and getting hurt.

The most pressing task for municipal and county hospitals is to improve their skills in treating fracture surgeries and other basic trauma surgeries, so that patients in the city can receive treatment for minor ailments without leaving the city.

Perhaps ten or twenty years from now, we'll come back to eat the leftovers from bone defect treatment and osteotomy correction.

Therefore, those who should be paying attention are paying attention.

Those who weren't planning to listen had already formed a small circle.

Deng Yong watched as the crowd surrounding his live-streamed surgery grew larger and wider.

Left with no other option, Deng Yong had to find a hotel to arrange an even smaller demonstration room.

It can only accommodate twenty or thirty people.

They managed to cram in forty or fifty people.

As Yuan Weihong walked from the trauma surgery sub-venue to the small demonstration classroom with a registration notebook in hand, both the front and back doors were packed with people.

"Excuse me, please make way. I need to go in and register," Yuan Weihong said politely.

"Don't push, don't push, everyone is here to queue, you can go to the back." The person in front didn't even turn around and slapped Yuan Weihong's hand away.

Yuan Weihong: "..." "Brother, excuse me, I'm Yuan Weihong from Zhongnan Hospital. Let me in for a moment, otherwise it's not good for you to squeeze in like this. I need to register!" Yuan Weihong introduced himself.

However, to be honest, not many people know Yuan Weihong. Yuan Weihong has never been to the countryside.

Therefore, very few people pay attention to this statement.

However, one of the participants in the Young Physicians Competition turned around and said, "Everyone, please make way. Dr. Yuan outside is from Professor Deng's group. He's going in to help out."

Upon hearing this, some people began to shift their bodies slightly, making room for Yuan Weihong, and then quickly closed the gap, fearing that someone might take advantage of the situation and squeeze them out.

Once inside, Yuan Weihong began using his notebook to have people register their information.

At the podium in the small classroom, Professor Deng Yong said rather helplessly, "Departments, please don't be in such a hurry!"

"The more you rush, the more chaotic things will become. Your enthusiasm truly makes me feel flattered."

"I am contemptible and have never seen anything grand."

When Deng Yong got to this point, someone in the audience interrupted: "Professor Deng, there are too many people. I suggest that you all work harder and offer smaller classes more often."

"Otherwise, there would only be two or three spots for further studies each year, which is far too few to go around."

"Learning a skill takes time and effort; it requires not only instruction but also practice. Professor Deng, why don't you open some intensive training classes for middle, young, and old students?"

The middle and senior high school training program is not a short-term training program.

The training typically lasts about half a month and is conducted in small groups.

Others also thought the suggestion was good.

After listening, Deng Yong was slightly tempted, but still reached out to reassure everyone: "Everyone, please calm down. We will seriously consider this suggestion to set up a training course."

"However, in order to ensure the quality of teaching, we will not open such training courses indiscriminately, let alone in excess. There will be a maximum of two such training courses per academic year."

"The main task is to set up intensive training courses, which requires a lot of preliminary preparation."

“Teaching resources and clinical teaching resources are both relatively difficult to find.”

"Moreover, our department also has its own clinical cases to handle, and our team needs to study how to balance this relationship."

"But in any case, we guarantee that we will hold at least two training courses every year, and we welcome all directors to send their experts to come and exchange ideas and learn from each other."

Upon hearing Deng Yong's words, many people frowned.

One of the directors who was close to Deng Yong said, "Professor Deng, twice a year is too few, isn't it?"

"Even if you select ten people at a time, that's only twenty. That's not enough to go around."

Excluding Wuhan, Hubei Province has twelve prefecture-level cities, 26 county-level cities, and 37 county towns!
Everyone wants to learn and further their studies, but there are only twenty places available each year. How can we possibly fill them all?

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong sighed and said, "Dear directors, please allow me to say something here, though it may be inappropriate."

"In fact, we published the basic theory of this manual reduction and new fracture classification in BMJ a year ago."

"It's already like leftovers from the previous day."

"No one has ever mentioned wanting to learn or requesting small-class teaching before."

"Right now, we can only teach randomly when we have some free time."

Yuan Weihong's words were actually a veiled criticism of everyone.

Don't you guys usually read academic papers?

Even if you don't do scientific research, you can learn about the latest cutting-edge developments in the industry without reading literature. It's only after watching a live surgery broadcast that you think about learning.

You're being picky? Who do you think you are?
I'm not opening a class to make money off you. If you think of yourself as someone's benefactor, making demands here and there, then don't open one.

Yuan Weihong's words immediately stunned the others.

A few minutes later, a director from a municipal hospital said with a forced smile, "Professor Deng, it's because our learning attitude isn't very good, so we haven't been paying attention to these kinds of research developments."

"Isn't this precisely because we have limited abilities that we want to communicate and learn more from experts?"

"Professor Deng, when will this practitioner be able to come to the venue?"

“He can’t come this morning; he’s our hospital’s chief resident.”

"I only took an hour off this afternoon to give an assessment demonstration at a branch venue of the Youth Skills Competition. After that, I have to go back to my shift," Deng Yong explained.

Upon hearing this, everyone's mouths gaped slightly.

There's no need for Deng Yong to explain what hospitalization is.

But the procedure just now was performed by the chief resident? What is that?

Ninety percent of people's brains have gone blank. When Yuan Weihong saw that the other party was not signing the notebook he had handed over, he said coldly, "If you don't want to sign, then move on to the next one."

"No, no, no!" The middle-aged man, regaining his senses, immediately turned around, snatched the pen from Yuan Weihong's hand, and then carefully and neatly wrote his name.

"Dr. Yuan, given our friendship, why are you still so aloof?" The middle-aged man forced a smile at Yuan Weihong.

"It's not that I'm aloof, it's just that I'm pragmatic." Yuan Weihong didn't say much more.

……

Finally, after everyone had recovered from their shock, someone suggested, "Professor Deng, this Dr. Fang probably hasn't been to the countryside before, has he?"

In prefecture-level city hospitals, medical skills don't need to be high-end; the more practical, the better.

Immediately, some people started to have ideas about Fang Ziye going to the countryside.

Once they secure their own hospital, its level will at least be a cut above that of other prefecture-level city hospitals.

Achieving the top position among prefecture-level city hospitals is the dream of many prefecture-level city hospital directors.

As for aiming to be number one in the province, that's a bit unrealistic and exaggerated.

With Tongji, Union, Hubei Provincial People's Hospital, and Zhongnan Hospital as its core institutions, other hospitals would need to make rapid progress over several years or even more than a decade to have even the slightest chance of advancing.

Even the slightest slowness is unacceptable.

A dead skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong said, "Thank you for your concern, Director Tong. Our Dr. Fang has already completed her grassroots work experience during her doctoral studies."

"The next support mission should be before the promotion to Senior Senior Officer..."

After that, Deng Yong chatted with everyone in a friendly manner.

After Yuan Weihong finished signing, Deng Yong said, "Directors, since you are all here, I have a favor to ask."

"That's our Dr. Fang. He's still relatively junior and not even a member of the organizing committee of the Trauma Surgery Branch of the Provincial Medical Association. To apply for a committee membership, he needs a recommendation from his colleagues."

"You see?"

Deng Yong's words immediately drew a large number of people raising their hands.

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong's face darkened: "Only provincial branch members are acceptable; branch members from prefecture-level city hospitals are not."

The Hubei Provincial Medical Association has many branches, such as the Surgical Association, the Orthopedic Association, and the General Surgery Association.

Under the Orthopaedic Association, there is a Trauma Surgery Division.

Each branch and association has a chairman, vice-chairmen, standing committee members, and members. The number of members is not particularly large. In general, only ward directors can get into prefecture-level city hospitals.

Fang Ziye is so young; if he wants to become a member of the Provincial Trauma Surgery Branch, he will definitely need a lot of recommendations.

Of course, the list of members of the Trauma Surgery Branch is roughly as follows.

Chairman: Duan Hong
Vice Chairpersons: Deng Yong, Qi Qiaowen, An Luming, Lu Wenhua
Standing Committee Members: ...

Therefore, to avoid any appearance of impropriety, Deng Yong couldn't directly push Fang Ziye into the position. However, to achieve certain advancement within the province, taking a position in the Trauma Surgery Branch was an inevitable path, a "shortcut" to national recognition in the future.

For national conferences, the invitation list isn't carefully selected; instead, it's drawn from the relevant associations in each province.

Good wine needs no bush, but in some situations, even the best wine needs a good location.

After Deng Yong's explanation, the number of people raising their hands immediately decreased significantly.

But there are more than five.

Deng Yong immediately walked towards the group with a beaming smile: "Thank you for your hard work..."

Based on the signatures, Yuan Weihong roughly guessed the names of the chief physicians, and after calling out their names, he matched those who raised their hands.

Deng Yong immediately took the list and went to identify the people one by one.

This behavior made many people's eyelids twitch.

Deng Yong is truly skilled. He meticulously matched names, drew up a suitable list, and marked it. If these people don't recommend Fang Ziye during the leadership transition, they'll face considerable trouble.

Deng Yong wouldn't directly cause trouble, but if he told others about it, that person's future would basically be over.

After doing all this, Deng Yong said very sincerely, "Thank you all for your enthusiastic recommendations. Let me first confirm the list of those I want to thank."

"Director Xiong Zaigui of JZ City People's Hospital, Director Chen Gaobo of Ezhou City People's Hospital, Director Du Gang of Huangshi Central Hospital, Director You Shangquan of Xiaoshan City People's Hospital, and Director Bai Zhiwen of Yancheng Central Hospital."

“The other directors all witnessed it; these directors did me, Deng Yong, a great favor. I, Deng Yong, will definitely remember this kindness.”

This is Deng Yong's indirect statement that if he wants to get close to anyone in the future, he should first get close to these people.

Private tutoring centers are not subject to supervision by any organization regarding who they recruit or exclude.

This is not a formal academic qualification upgrade, nor is it a fair assessment; it's just a private tutoring session. Therefore, the mutual selection between the teacher and student, and even the tuition fees, are all freely arranged.

Of course, while no one had any objections, some people started to complain: "Professor Deng, it's just that we're not capable enough to help you. Otherwise, I would also like to help."

The organizing committee of the Provincial Trauma Society only has twenty or thirty members, and more than a dozen of them are from provincial hospitals. How could anyone else possibly get in?

Deng Yong immediately patted his chest and said, "What are you saying, Director? Do you think I'm close to these directors because they have higher ranks?"

"You can't say that."

Upon hearing this, Xiong Zaigui, who was mentioned, quickly responded: "Yes, Director Zhou, our hospital and Professor Deng have always had a teacher-student relationship, which has lasted for many years."

"Professor Deng often comes to our hospital for consultations and surgeries. It was just a coincidence that I came here. This sincere heart has nothing to do with anything else."

Since the conversation had reached this point, no matter how expensive Xiong was, he couldn't put any more pressure on Deng Yong.

Deng Yong didn't know the people at the prefecture-level city hospital, but Xiong Zaigui had been in the business for so many years, he must have been familiar with them.

……

After dismissing the crowd, Deng Yong returned to the main hall.

If he stays in this small demonstration room for too long, others will think that Deng Yong has opened a private meeting room and doesn't respect the entire trauma surgery academic conference.

Some people who hadn't had a chance to go to the small demonstration classroom before quickly asked acquaintances, "You just went to the small demonstration classroom with Professor Deng, what did he talk to you about?"

"Are there any surgical techniques or anything like that? Could you share some?"

"Don't even mention it, damn it. We've all been hooked and used like fish, but we didn't even get the bait and were just used as pawns."

"These big professors, the moment they stick their butts out, they've got a whole bunch of shit in their pants. You never know where you'll end up."

"You thought he was giving us a private lesson, but he was actually giving us a vivid social studies lesson." The person who entered the demonstration room wiggled his buttocks from side to side as he spoke, feeling incredibly uncomfortable even though he hadn't managed to get his butt caught.

"Is that so?" The other person seemed slightly skeptical.

"That's exactly it, digging a hole but not filling it!"

"It was incredibly frustrating. We didn't even get through any of the procedures; all we were left with was shouting."

"Alas!~"

"This is technological monopoly." Those who feel pain in their balls feel even more pain in their balls.

Upon hearing this, the other person immediately fell silent.

That's a difficult question to answer.

What is a technological monopoly? A technological monopoly is when someone monopolizes the technology and prevents it from being shared with others.

Deng Yong has already had his team members come out to do live streams to showcase their skills, and he even promised to hold small classes. You still say that others have a technology monopoly? That's pure fabrication.

You can only say that Deng Yong is adorably 'bad', you can't say that Deng Yong is 'essentially' wicked and shameless.

Actually, everyone's energy is limited.

"So you're not planning to pursue further studies?" the person who answered asked.

The middle-aged man with a sore spot immediately straightened up and looked around: "You mustn't spread rumors. I've always had great respect for Professor Deng."

"That's right, the person who just performed the procedure is very young, I heard they're only in their early twenties."

"And in the entire Zhongnan Hospital, only he knows how to do this; even Professor Deng Yong doesn't!"

Those who had not yet entered the small classroom were even more shocked upon hearing this.

After careful consideration, he said, "This technique has indeed taken hand repositioning to a new level."

"It's just a little hateful!"

"If you dig a hole and don't fill it, everyone will end up with a pouty face..."

The middle-aged man quickly changed the subject, looking down and asking, "Has Zhongnan Hospital pushed the atmosphere to this point today? So, how are we going to proceed with tomorrow's live surgery broadcast?"

(End of this chapter)