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

Chapter 15 - Come and learn!

肌腱缝合术（熟练2/10）、改良kessler缝合术（熟练3/10）与两个（熟练0/10）相比，看似只增加了2点和3点熟练度。

However, skill proficiency shouldn't be something that can be increased instantly like Lu Cheng did; it requires very meticulous training and persistent effort.

As proficiency increases, it doesn't just look more beautiful, but it becomes more tangible in every step of the operation, making it increasingly 'pleasing to the eye' for professionals!
A qualitative change cannot be achieved without a leap in proficiency level, but quantitative change is the source of qualitative change.

"I just came over to take a look." Chen Song wouldn't say that he saw the message in the group and saw Lu Cheng taking a patient into the operating room, so he came over to give Lu Cheng his opinion.

Lu Chengdu hadn't formally become his apprentice yet; at most, he had only drunk a cup of milk tea worth thirty-one yuan as a 'tuition fee'.

The tuition fee of 'thirty-one yuan' was paid long ago.

Doctors don't knock on doors, and teachers don't go out of their way. Chen Song wasn't a pushover. His voice was slightly flippant: "If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have noticed that my eyesight is getting worse and worse... I must have been beaten up."

Lu Cheng understood the peculiar meaning behind Chen Song's words about "making a fool of someone".

Han Xiaoping looked up and joked, "Professor Chen, is it really okay for you to be so biased towards Xiao Lu?"

Chen Song glanced at Han Xiaoping and said in a friendly tone, "Oh, is Xiao Han having a problem?"

"Do you want me to give you another chance to assess your basic skills? If you're better than Xiao Lu, I can be more biased towards you." Chen Song said seriously.

Han Xiaoping smiled sheepishly.

"Or are you questioning the teaching evaluation methods that have always been prevalent in our hospital?"

Han Xiaoping's head was almost crushed into a square by Chen Song's big hat: "Professor Chen, look at what you're saying."

"What I mean is, you have a lot of milk, so Lu is drinking the first batch, but let us have a taste too..."

"Ahem!" The circulating nurse, Xue Xue, immediately coughed and said, "Use your words more politely."

Han Xiaoping didn't mean anything by it, but his words were indeed a bit too blunt, so he quickly shut up.

Chen Song turned around proudly: "I'm very weak, and I don't want to be drained dry by you guys."

"Go back and rest."

"Xiao Lu, after your surgery, come see me and let's go get some late-night snacks...it's on you..." Chen Song instructed.

“Okay, Teacher Chen.” Lu Cheng had no suspicions.

Chen Song taught him so much, it was perfectly normal for him to treat him to a meal. Usually, when Zhang Tiesheng and Zeng Huanqi wanted to invite Chen Song to dinner, Chen Song was too lazy to go.

Although his monthly salary was only eight thousand, which wasn't considered wealthy, Lu Cheng didn't dare to be so stingy.

After Chen Song left, Han Xiaoxian was filled with admiration and said with a slightly flattering look in her eyes, "Xiao Lu, Professor Chen is really good to you."

"After a few months, you might just take off. Don't forget your brother Ping then."

The patient's injury criteria were all within expectations, and the surgical method was one that Lu Cheng was skilled in, so Lu Cheng handled it with ease, and lightly curled his lips: "Take off? The wings might be broken as soon as they open."

"How can we take off without a volume of surgeries? What business is it of mine to follow seniority?" Lu Cheng looked at Han Xiaoping, speaking lightly with a smile.

Han Xiaoping did not answer, which clearly meant that he tacitly accepted the truth in Lu Cheng's words.

Lu Cheng can perform surgeries that others can't, and no one dares to criticize him, but if it's a core surgery that others can't perform, then it's not Lu Cheng's turn.

……

After the surgery, Lu Cheng did not immediately go to find Chen Song. Instead, he waited until the patient returned to the ward before explaining the details that needed to be paid attention to on the day of the surgery to the patient's family in great detail.

"It might be uncomfortable with the cast on today, but you have to bear it. You can't take it off, otherwise there's a chance the stitches will break."

"Don't stretch or extend your hands forcefully."

"After the anesthesia wears off, the pain will start to intensify. I've given you some painkillers. If the pain is still significant, you can ask the on-duty doctor to give you some more painkillers."

"Don't think too much about other things. Get a good rest tonight. I'll come to see you again with Professor Chen tomorrow, and then we'll arrange a post-operative rehabilitation exercise plan for you based on your actual situation."

“Oh, you can’t compare him to the patient in bed 3. He’s been in surgery for four days, so he can move his hand freely,” Lu Cheng explained earnestly. “No way, I just had surgery. Why would I compare myself to him?” The patient was over sixty years old, with completely white hair and a kind expression.

"Dr. Lu, I'll keep an eye on him. He won't dare to do anything reckless." The person accompanying the old man was his wife, whose temples were already half gray, and she was all smiles.

Lu Cheng chuckled and said, "Most people wouldn't think about comparing themselves to others, but there are a few people who are very competitive. I met some of them when I was doing my residency training."

"He secretly got out of bed on the first day after the complex fracture, and went into the operating room immediately two hours later."

"Don't think I'm being long-winded. What I'm telling you is all stuff I've encountered and heard about. That's about it..."

"But one thing to note is that if you feel your hand is very numb or swollen, see a doctor immediately. This may be a hematoma. If a hematoma is detected in time, it is easy to treat. You must not be careless."

"As for your gastroenteritis, we can't treat it today. We'll arrange a consultation with a gastroenterologist tomorrow to prescribe some medication..."

On the other side, Xiao Gao, another patient, said, "Dr. Lu is very meticulous. Although he seems a bit talkative, it's all for your own good. Just listen to him, you won't go wrong."

"Okay, okay, it's good if you talk more. We'll feel more at ease if you talk more," the patient said with a simple smile.

"Dr. Lu, have you had dinner yet? I hope I haven't missed your meal." The old lady asked quickly.

That's how it is in the county; there are many interpersonal relationships and social niceties, but the warmth and human touch are unmatched in the city.

"I've eaten, but I have to go home now. See you tomorrow..." Lu Cheng turned and walked away.

"..."

About two hours after Lu Cheng left, a young man in a white coat arrived at the emergency department's general ward. Tall and thin, he immediately slipped to the elderly couple's bedside.

The visitor was wearing a white coat, and the old man asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

"I'm Peng Kun from the orthopedics department. I'm on duty today. I heard from the people in the operating room that the emergency department performed a tendon suture, so I came over to learn from it."

The elderly couple stood up nervously, their expressions filled with fear: "It was my surgery, doctor, what happened? Did the surgery fail?"

Peng Kun was thin and wiry. He shook his head slightly and said in a friendly tone, "It's not that there's a problem with the surgery. I'm just here to learn a bit and give you a simple check-up. Is that alright?"

"No problem, no problem. I thought there was a problem with the surgery." The elderly couple shook their heads.

As Peng Kun approached, the old man asked in a low voice, "Dr. Peng, are you an orthopedic surgeon?"

"Yes, I completed my second year of graduate studies at Xiangya Hospital and recently returned to work," Peng Kun replied, while carefully examining the blood circulation in the patient's fingers and the back of his hand.

If the fingers and the back of the hand are pale, it may be due to postoperative hematoma or sutures that have damaged blood vessels, posing a risk of necrosis.

Upon hearing that Peng Kun was a graduate student from Xiangya No. 2 Hospital, the old man immediately became cautious: "Dr. Lu also said that no one at the People's Hospital performs tendon sutures. Is he lying to us so he can perform the surgery?"

Peng Kun tightened his eyelids: "I did get a master's degree, but I studied sports medicine, not hand surgery. I don't know how to do tendon suturing."

"Of course, I'm back now because I want to do it, which is why I'm thinking of learning it."

"Otherwise, if it were my shift today, I would definitely have performed the surgery for you."

Having just finished the surgery, Peng Kun didn't dare remove the cast for further examination, but after examining the sutures for a while, he could discern some details: "Indeed, the suturing is excellent. Dr. Lu, who performed the surgery for you, has very good skills."

"It's a pity he's no longer in our orthopedics department..." Peng Kun said with a hint of regret.

"Oh, Dr. Lu used to be an orthopedic surgeon?" The old man was completely relieved to hear that Peng Kun had also agreed that Lu Cheng's surgery was well done, and he started to gossip.

"Yes, Dr. Lu was still in our department last month, but he only came to the emergency department this month."

"Uncle, your surgery was of good quality. If you follow the doctor's advice for rehabilitation, your functional recovery will be quite good." After putting down the old man's hand, Peng Kun took off his examination gloves and wiped his forehead with the ulnar side of his index finger.

Peng Kun was sent to study for a master's degree through a commissioned training program. Three years ago, when Lu Cheng came to work in the orthopedics department, he was still working at the People's Hospital. At that time, he only knew that Lu Cheng had excellent basic skills and academic qualifications.

It was so good that even his father felt it would threaten Peng Kun's future development, so he immediately arranged for him to go abroad for a sponsored postgraduate program...

(End of this chapter)