This doctor is already middle-aged, and he's only just started practicing medicine.

Chapter 136 Taking advantage of the chaos!
About forty minutes later, Lu Cheng began suturing the palmar superficial arch.

He glanced at Tong Yuan'an, who was standing at a distance from the operating table in a sterile surgical gown, but did not greet him.

Tong Yuan'an was summoned by Executive Director Luo at the last minute. He was still operating in another operating room. He came here just to take a look at whether Lu Cheng's basic skills were up to standard for vascular suturing.

If you can, then retreat; if you can't, then retreat and let Lu Cheng stop operating and wait for him to finish up.

Lu Cheng was not an extreme perfectionist. He knew that his vascular suturing skills were still somewhat inferior to Tong Yuan'an's, but they were certainly sufficient for dealing with this patient.

My current suturing skills are definitely among the best of my peers, but at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, Pan Leiming's hospitalization is always worse than mine, so our abilities are about equal.

There are geniuses in this world, and not just this generation or this age group.

Tong Yuan'an is just getting older; he hasn't lost his genius aura. In fact, he was a top genius of his generation, and the technology he's using has advanced far beyond that.

The reason why Lu Cheng was able to overtake Tong Yuan'an in tendon suturing is that Tong Yuan'an did not mainly focus on tendon suturing, but instead concentrated his energy on more difficult surgeries.

Tong Yuan'an only watched for a minute before silently turning away, crossing his arms over his chest, and stepping open the airtight door of the operating room.

Upon hearing the door open, Executive Director Luo did not utter another word.

If Tong Yuan'an felt that Lu Cheng's abilities were insufficient, he could just speak up directly. There was no need to be polite or considerate towards Lu Cheng; he could even resort to insults.

Since Tong Yuan'an didn't speak, it proved that Lu Cheng's abilities were there. In this situation, Tong Yuan'an was not willing to waste two more seconds praising Lu Cheng.

Silent approval is enough.

Luo, the executive director, also knows how to suture blood vessels; it's just simple interrupted suturing.

Actually, if you bring an ordinary person over and teach them suturing for two or three hours, they can learn it; it's just a matter of sewing.

But can the patency of the blood vessels after suturing be infinitely close to 100%?

If you think you can achieve this level of perfection without using thousands or even tens of thousands of meters of sutures, then don't even think about it.

The suturing of the palmar superficial arch didn't take long, less than five minutes. Lu Cheng put away the instruments in his hands: "Ouyang Meng, release the vascular clamp."

Ouyang Meng did as instructed.

The blood vessels were instantly refilled, and blood flow was restored.

Visibly, the localized skin pallor caused by closing the palm's shallow arch began to slowly bleed, changing from a pale white to a rosy red.

Then the redness gradually fades, returning to a normal skin tone.

"Syringe needle!" Lu Cheng asked the circulating nurse for the equipment.

Executive Director Luo roughly understood what Lu Cheng meant, and watched as Lu Cheng poked the patient's finger.

The bright red blood droplets were slowly squeezed out, proving that blood circulation had been restored to the distal end of the patient's finger, and that the vascular anastomosis was successful.

There's no need to worry about the activity level anymore; however, whether the remaining functions will recover well depends on the specific and gradual recovery process after the surgery.

However, this person's recovery may not be very good, because they will be taken away after completing the simple surgery...

Intentional assault and gang fighting are 100% criminal offenses. What's the point of talking about rapid post-operative recovery? If there's no bleeding after treatment, that's good enough...

Executive Director Luo was just a little saddened, feeling that these technologies were being wasted on them. In the past, so many honest and law-abiding patients suffered from poor postoperative recovery due to relatively inadequate technology, and went home with limited mobility for the rest of their lives.

If only Lu Cheng had learned these skills sooner...
"Xiao Lu, you're very capable, that's impressive." Executive Director Luo gave Lu Cheng a thumbs up.

He is in charge of spinal surgery, which is mostly elective. So no matter how excellent Lu Cheng is in the emergency department, it does not affect his surgical volume and patients. He is still the executive deputy chief physician in the department and the deputy director of two orthopedic wards.

One reason is that his uncle works in the province, but another reason is the skill he currently possesses; only three people in the entire orthopedics department have this skill.

Peng Haibo, Director Liu of the Second Ward, and then there's Executive Director Luo. "Director Luo, you flatter me. There are still some suturing procedures to be done, so I'll have to trouble you with that. I need to check on a few other operating rooms," Lu Cheng said.

Although Executive Director Luo was not eccentric, he was not particularly enthusiastic either. At least, in the past, Lu Cheng was in charge of spinal surgery beds, and Lu Cheng was a hook-puller and suture worker.

Lu Cheng took off his clothes and left without lingering. He was no longer as polite as he had been in the orthopedics department, and he didn't even exchange pleasantries.

As Executive Director Luo watched Lu Cheng's retreating figure, his thoughts became quite complicated. In fact, if he wanted to compete for the position of director, he would need to cultivate his own trusted confidants, and Lu Cheng was a promising candidate.

Compared to Lu Cheng, Tian Hongjian, although also an associate chief physician, lacked considerable talent and ability, and therefore could no longer have the possibility he envisioned…

Most of the patients in operating room 2 had muscle injuries and skin wounds. The only one with a tendon injury was one that Peng Kun could handle, so Lu Cheng called Peng Kun.

After receiving the call, Peng Kun immediately said that he could come from room 4 to perform the surgery.

"Brother Zhang, I'll go check on four more rooms."

"When Young Master Kun arrives later, please don't make things difficult for him; there's no need," Lu Cheng instructed.

Zhang Tiesheng chuckled and said, "Xiao Lu, what are you saying? What's with all this talk about being in a difficult position? We're all brothers, it's okay to joke around a bit."

Zhang Tiesheng is not afraid of Peng Haibo, nor is he afraid of Kun Shao. He certainly wouldn't deliberately target Peng Kun or use patients to harm him. However, if Peng Kun is not proficient in certain areas, it would be convenient for him to ridicule him by using these tricks.

If Peng Kun's understanding is comprehensive enough, none of this would have happened. But if his own understanding is insufficient, isn't it normal for an older brother to offer some guidance?

If it were anyone else, Zhang Tiesheng wouldn't even bother to do it.

After leaving the second room, Lu Cheng headed towards the fourth emergency operating room, passing Peng Kun along the way...

Peng Kun said ingratiatingly, "Brother Lu, the situation over at room 4 is a bit troublesome... Thank you for your hard work... Tian Hongjian is there."

"Hmm, it's alright, I'll go check it out." Only then did Lu Cheng confirm that Tian Hongjian and Peng Kun were handling the four rooms.

When Lu Cheng washed his hands, put on a sterile surgical gown and gloves, and arrived at the four operating tables, Tian Hongjian sat there with an almost expressionless face.

Lu Cheng stared at the operating table for five seconds, then his face darkened. He shouted, "Who authorized Peng Kun to perform this flexor tendon suture in zone two? Was it Professor Tong?"

"Damn it, they've left?"

Tian Hongjian shushed him and said, "Xiao Lu, we're all brothers, we'll see each other all the time."

"Peng Kun has wanted to have the second-zone tendon repaired for a long time, but he just couldn't wait any longer, and this is only three stitches so far!"

Lu Cheng interrupted Tian Hongjian: "The tendon was torn during the knot-tying process!"

"This is called tendon repair surgery!" Lu Cheng stood up abruptly and started taking off his clothes. "I can't do it, and I can't take over!"

"Why don't you call Professor Tong over to do the renovations?"

Tian Hongjian's expression hardened: "Lu Cheng, is it really necessary to make this atmosphere like this?"

"Peng Kun only had it sewn once."

Lu Cheng scoffed, "Brother Jian, do you think tendon suturing is like manual reduction? That if it doesn't work the first time, you can have a second chance?"

"This thing is called tendon repair surgery now. If I, Lu Cheng, could perform tendon repair surgery but didn't because I wanted to target Peng Kun, I'd be your grandson!~"

"Brother Jian, you make the call yourself." Without thinking, Lu Cheng took off his sterile surgical gown, and before leaving the operating room, he deliberately took a picture of the surgical field of vision with his phone.

Lu Cheng wasn't afraid of being wrongly accused of causing the damage, but he also wanted to keep a record of his actions.

After Tian Hongjian remained on the operating table for a moment, he said to the anesthesiologist Du Yuanyun after Lu Cheng left, "Xiaoyun, please turn on my phone for me."

(End of this chapter)