Tokyo, 1994, starting with medical training

Chapter 23 A Little Kindness

However, Kiryu Kazusuke's subsequent actions refuted Imagawa Ori's speculation.

The second stitch, the third stitch, the fourth stitch...

His movements maintained a steady rhythm, neither hurried nor slow.

The stitch spacing of each stitch is basically the same, and the insertion depth and exit point of each stitch are well controlled.

The stitches, arranged in a row, are as neat as a printed product.

Standing opposite him, Takikawa Takuhei, though he had some idea of ​​what was going on, still felt it was unbelievable.

When he sutures himself, he always has to compare and pull repeatedly to ensure alignment, which is not only slow but also causes great damage to the tissue.

Kiryu Kazusuke's stitching gives the impression of effortless mastery.

He even had a feeling that the other person could probably find the most suitable acupuncture point with their eyes closed.

That's incredibly skillful.

The scrub nurse also looked surprised.

She has handed suture needles to countless doctors and can tell their skill level at a glance.

Kazusuke Kiryu's skill level has completely exceeded the scope of medical training, and is even better than some of the specialists in the medical school.

Thinking of this, she glanced at Takikawa Takuhei.

That's right, it was you I ordered.

"Next floor."

Completely immersed in his own world, Kiryu Kazusuke didn't care about what others thought.

He changed to new sutures and began continuous suturing of the subcutaneous tissue.

The speed has obviously increased.

The suture needle moved quickly through the yellow adipose tissue.

Kiryu Kazusuke's left hand hardly needed any assistance; with each flip and pull of the needle forceps in his right hand, he perfectly brought the tissues on both sides together.

A continuous stitch was completed quickly.

The deep dead space of the incision was effectively eliminated, laying a good foundation for the healing of the epidermis.

If his Kirschner wire fixation operation just now was an artistic creation full of imagination and explosive power.

Therefore, his current stitching is more like a work of art that pursues the ultimate in detail.

It lacked that earth-shattering, shocking feeling.

But equally, it's impeccable.

This level of expertise far exceeds what a resident physician, or even a general medical practitioner, should possess.

Sewing is a purely skilled trade; there are no shortcuts.

This changed Imagawa Ori's opinion of him once again.

Someone with an amazing talent for Kirschner wire technique can still calm down and painstakingly hone the most basic skill of suturing.

This kind of mentality is more terrifying than talent itself.

"The final layer, intradermal suture."

Kiryu Kazusuke's voice rang out again, this time with a 5-0 nylon thread.

Intradermal sutures, also known as cosmetic sutures.

Its principle is to completely bury the sutures in the dermis of the skin, so that no needle holes or knots can be seen from the outside. After healing, only a faint white line will remain.

Even many specialists may not be able to master this technique well.

The people in the operating room were also watching him intently as he performed the procedure.

Kiryu Kazusuke's movements became gentler.

The needle tip travels horizontally through the dermis, from one side to the other, like a fish swimming underwater.

He didn't pull the line out completely, but left a loose end.

Then, the needle tip is inserted again from the puncture site, and along the edge of the incision, within the dermis, it is used to zip up the skin edges on both sides like a zipper by shuttling back and forth.

The original incision has become a very thin red line.

"alright."

Kiryu Kazusuke cut the end of the thread, buried the knot under the skin, and completed the final touch.

The entire suturing process, from the deep layer to the shallow layer, took less than ten minutes.

If Kiryu Kazusuke's Kirschner wire manipulation was a stroke of genius, then the suturing now is the result of countless hours of meticulous craftsmanship.

While it may not be considered particularly stunning, the skill to reveal true talent in the details is equally admirable.

That's how Imagawa Ori felt.

She looked up, her gaze passing over the operating table and landing on Kiryu Kazusuke's face, which was mostly covered by a mask.

Is this really someone who graduated from medical school less than a year ago?

How come I never noticed before?

Is it because he's always been in the second assist position and hasn't had a chance to show his skills?

Did he secretly practice these most basic and tedious operations over and over again using pigskin and models after finishing his work at the hospital every day?

"Thanks for your hard work."

However, Imagawa Ori quickly gathered her thoughts and nodded slightly to everyone in the operating room.

This brought the anesthesiologist, circulating nurse, scrub nurse, and others back to their senses.

The surgery is over.

Imagawa took off her surgical gown and threw it into the recycling bin.

"Please organize the surgical records."

Before leaving, he turned back to give one last word of advice, and then quickly departed.

The institute just hired the president of some big company.

I have to go check this out.

After taking off her surgical gown and putting on her own white coat, Imagawa Ori walked straight to the VIP ward area located on the top floor of the inpatient department.

Gunma University Hospital, as the top medical center in the prefecture, naturally has an area dedicated to serving social elites and the wealthy.

The wards here are all single rooms, and the decor and facilities are comparable to those of a luxury hotel.

Of course, the price is also astronomical.

Therefore, those who can live here are either rich or noble.

For Imagawa Ori, as long as the patients admitted here are related to her, she will take time out of her busy schedule to visit them.

The elevator doors opened.

She straightened her white coat before stepping out.

The corridors of the VIP ward area are covered with thick carpets, and the air is filled with the elegant scent of high-end aromatherapy.

Imagawa Ori walked to the door of a hospital room and gently knocked.

"Please come in."

A deep, steady male voice came from inside.

Imagawa Ori pushed open the door and entered.

The ward is furnished like a suite in a five-star hotel, with a separate reception area and rest area, and huge floor-to-ceiling windows offering views of the city of Qianqiao.

An elderly man with gray hair but a sprightly spirit is sitting on his hospital bed reading a newspaper.

A middle-aged man in a black suit, with a respectful expression, stood by the bedside; he was probably the secretary or assistant.

"President Fujiwara, hello, I am Dr. Imagawa Ori from the First Department of Surgery."

She walked to the bedside and bowed slightly.

The president in front of us, Fujiwara, is the founder of a large construction company in the Kanto region. He was admitted to the hospital for observation due to a minor heart problem.

Although this patient has nothing to do with the First Surgery Department, since we know about him, it wouldn't hurt to come and say hello.

"Hello, Dr. Imagawa."

President Fujiwara put down his newspaper and responded politely.

"I heard you are the youngest specialist in our hospital. You are truly young and promising."

"You flatter me, Chairman."

The two exchanged pleasantries.

Imagawa Ori took a few steps forward and casually picked up the medical record folder on the table and flipped through it.

"It's just some routine checks, nothing serious. However, the weather has turned cooler recently, so the president should take care to keep warm and avoid emotional fluctuations."

"Thank you for your concern, Dr. Imagawa."

As he spoke, President Fujiwara gave his secretary a wink.

The secretary immediately understood, took a thick white envelope from her briefcase, and handed it to Imagawa Ori with both hands.

"Dr. Imagawa, this is a small token of the chairman's appreciation."

"You're so busy with work, yet you still took the time to come and visit. You've really gone through a lot."

However, Imagawa Ori did not take it immediately; instead, she showed a troubled expression.

Although she really wanted it, it would be too obvious and inappropriate to just reach out at this point.

"I can't accept this, I was just doing my job."

"Dr. Imagawa, please don't refuse. This is just a small token of our appreciation. We hope to trouble you with this matter in the future."

The secretary's attitude was also very firm.

Having said all that, Imagawa Ori reluctantly accepted the envelope.

The envelope was thick and heavy.

She didn't need to open it to look; she could estimate by touch that there was at least 500,000 yen inside.

"Well... thank you very much, Chairman."

"Please get some rest. Call me anytime if you need anything."

Imagawa Ori put the envelope into the pocket of her white coat, bowed again, and then left the ward.

(End of this chapter)