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

Chapter 38 A kitchen knife is also a knife
In Professor Chen Song's temporary dormitory in Zhuangyuanfu Residential Area, opposite Huangcang Middle School in Long County.

Chen Song, holding a cup of tea and with his legs crossed, slowly asked, "How did it go, Lao Tong? Did it meet your standards for treating the flexor tendon sutures in Zone II?"

Tong Yuan'an was taking a walk outside, leaning against a stone pillar at the mouth of the Xiangjiang River. The setting sun cast a red glow on the river, and a warm breeze blew, causing a light sweat to seep onto his face and neck. He didn't speak, but instead watched the video intently.

About three minutes later, Chen Song put down his crossed legs and said, "It's nothing, Lao Tong. If you have something to say, just say it."

"If he doesn't meet the standard, just give him a few specific pointers, and I'll repeat them to him." Chen Song assumed that Tong Yuan'an didn't know how to start the conversation.

Tong Yuan'an must have watched the video several times, because he held the phone away from his face, his chubby face twitching and his mouth smirking like a clown: "No, Chen Song, what kind of monster did you run into?"

"Is he really an emergency room doctor?"

Chen Song said, "I'm currently working in the emergency department in a rural area of ​​Long County. What else could he be but an emergency department doctor?"

"The video has already been made, and Teacher Tong has been invited. Please, for my sake, give me a few pointers."

Tong Yuan'an gave an irrelevant answer: "Then ask him if he's pursuing a doctorate?"

Tong Yuan'an's question has taken quite a turn.

"He has an undergraduate degree and previously did residency training in orthopedics. He doesn't have a master's degree, so what kind of doctoral program can he apply for?"

“He can only apply for academic master’s programs now, and he doesn’t have much interest in academics,” Chen Song explained, wiping his bald spot.

"Could it be that his performance was so good that he caught your eye?"

After hearing Chen Song's explanation, Tong Yuan'an's lips twitched for a moment: "Why is this guy acting so strangely?"

"To be honest, his ability to handle tendons is now no worse than that of our hospital's current chief resident."

"I'm starting to doubt whether the modified Tang method I learned before was real. How could it have progressed to this level in just one month?" Tong Yuan'an rubbed his nose, almost giving him allergic rhinitis.

Tong Yuan'an could only take out a piece of paper from his pocket, wipe himself, and then spit a few times.

"Anyway, a month ago, Xiao Lu shouldn't have been able to treat the tendon. The modified Kessler was all done step by step under my witness."

"I also came into contact with the modified Tang technique of suturing back then, but it was too troublesome to learn. My colleagues in our hospital said that you need to master the basics and improve your tendon suturing skills in order to make progress in the modified Tang technique."

"Isn't that nonsense? Where would I find the time to learn all that?" Chen Song said.

"That's when I had a bit of a falling out with some of the guys in the hand surgery department, and it's only now that things have calmed down. I thought they were just keeping it to themselves," Chen Song reminisced about those days.

"Chen Song, if Dr. Lu is really as you say, then he truly has a high talent for hand surgery."

"What was he doing during his residency training?" Tong Yuan'an scratched his scalp.

The systemic issues were troubling him.

Chen Song said, "Heh, let me tell you, if Xiao Lu hadn't done his residency training, our hospital wouldn't have been able to accept him. Everyone else's first choice was the Department of Orthopedics at Huashan Hospital, and they all got first place in the written exam."

"It's just that Huashan Hospital has very few master's degree openings, and you need to bring your own publications to get in. So I slipped through the cracks."

Tong Yuan'an said, "Then let's adjust the schedule, or have another match?"

Chen Song said, "Yes, these were all choices that could have been made back then, but that was back then."

"Just give me a straight answer now, whether he can do the zone flexor tendon suture or not. Stop overthinking it, okay?" Tong Yuan'an's eyes widened, and his chubby face twitched again: "Chen Song, what exactly did you come to see me for?"

"Damn it, you can't bring him back, so you're going to use him as bait?"

"How could I be so shameless? Did I fuck your grandpa?" Tong Yuan'an cursed loudly to vent his anger.

Chen Song said, "No, Tong Yuan'an, did you get your brain caught in a door when you went out? Why are you cursing at me? It's not like I'm the one who caused his death."

"Damn it! You idiot, you moron, I'm not going to talk to you."

"I knew running into you wouldn't end well, damn it..." Tong Yuan'an cursed as he hung up the phone.

Chen Song looked at Tong Yuan'an's face, which was almost distorted before he posted the short video, and began to ponder.

Although Tong Yuan'an did not comment on whether Lu Cheng's abilities were sufficient, his current behavior clearly showed that he had fallen in love, and his unrequited love had led to psychological problems.

Wait a minute, isn't it just a modified Tang method comparable to a chief resident? Can it really be that strange?
Chen Song is not a hand surgeon, so he cannot give a concrete idea of ​​what level Lu Cheng's current abilities are at.

But Chen Song wasn't annoyed: "Brother Tong, give me a straight answer. Surgery is not something to be taken lightly."

"He can definitely do tendon repair, but if his talent is only for tendon repair, don't you think that's a waste of his talent? Holy crap."

Tong Yuan'an's message didn't contain as many greetings, but it didn't completely disappear either: "Damn it, it's making me feel so uncomfortable and tight."

"Let me put it this way: Xiao Lu's basic skills have reached a certain level, and his tendon suturing skills have reached this standard. This is all expected and follows the standard development path for patients staying at our hospital."

"But at this age, to have such a mastery of the modified Tang method is a bit beyond the expected level."

"You're telling me he got this bad in just one month? And you can't even bring the person here? Hey, Chen Song, what did I ever do to you in my past life? Why are you doing this to me?"

"With this kind of learning talent... what the hell?"

I've already taken my pants off, taken Viagra, and created a romantic atmosphere, and you're gone now? Don't you care about my life?
“Go on… I never expected you to have such a talent for acting.” Chen Song sat up straight, admiring Tong Yuan’an’s slightly deformed face with an aged air.

"I can't reason with an amateur like you. I'm going back to my walk. Take it easy, or you might choke. I'll have to buy you a white ring and give you some money as a wedding gift." Tong Yuan'an retorted with utmost fairness...

Lu Cheng was completely unaware of this. After resending his operation video to Chen Song, he went back to sleep.

Lu Cheng got up early today, so he went to the market again and bought vegetables and meat.

Lu Cheng cut the fatty meat from the foreleg into standard slices, and then cut the remaining pork belly into strips of equal length, width and thickness after separating the fat and lean parts.

The trimmed edges and corners were all chopped into minced meat...

In this way, the ingredients for stir-fried pork with chili peppers and meatball soup are ready.

Unwittingly, Lu Cheng noticed a notification flashing on the panel:

[Incision Technique Improved to (Proficient 10/10)]

Lu Cheng's lips curled into a smile—

Okay, a kitchen knife is still a knife, and it's even more difficult to handle than a surgical scalpel, so we're kind of different paths leading to the same goal...

(End of this chapter)