Great doctors start with pediatrics

[We received the utmost gratitude from the patient and their family.]

[Unlock Skill: Diagnostics - Physical Examination (Proficient)]

The skill has synchronized neural and muscle memory.

got stronger.

This time I've truly become stronger!

Countless memories flooded Laurent's mind.

Although it was only a proficient technique, it was more useful to Laurent than those master-level suturing techniques.

Laurent originally thought he would still need to study physical examinations diligently and was thinking about where to find opportunities to practice, but he never expected that he would master it so easily.

Don't underestimate the fact that physical examination is just a simple, introductory technique.

Physical examination is also a fundamental pillar of diagnostics.

With a physical examination, Laurent was no longer as helpless as he had been when he first faced the boy with a ruptured spleen.

Even if you don't know what the illness is, at least you know where the problem is and where to start the examination.

but……

Laurent sighed as he looked at the girl's mother bowing before him.

The person who should be grateful to themselves is this mother.

After all, the man next to her looked fierce and didn't seem grateful.

Even though it was clearly the man's child who had been sutured by Laurent, instead of being grateful, he harbored some resentment.

On the other hand, Laurent, who was just an assistant to the girl's mother, received gratitude.

People are indeed different.

"No need, no need, as long as the child is fine."

The doctor from the cosmetic surgery department next door quickly said, "You can make an appointment with me at the cosmetic surgery department later to check on the recovery of your child's scars."

If it heals well, it might not be noticeable, which means it won't leave a scar. But... after all, there's already a wound on my face that needs stitches, so there will always be a scar, it's just a matter of size.

All we can do is minimize scarring.

Medicine is not a miracle.

Each surgery is only to treat the current ailment, not to restore something broken to its original state.

Anyone who promises a patient that their body will be exactly the same as before the illness after treatment is not studying medicine, but witchcraft.

"I know, I know."

The girl's mother quickly said, "Thank you, doctor."

As she spoke, the girl's mother was about to bow again.

Their enthusiasm was intimidating.

Laurent quickly helped the girl's mother up: "It's alright, take your child and sit down over there."

As he spoke, Laurent pulled the girl's mother over.

Zuo Zhenxing wanted to say something, but saw Laurent turn around and raise his eyebrows in an extremely exaggerated manner.

"Madam, I'd like to ask, did you call the traffic police after your child had that problem?" Laurent asked as soon as he sat down.

She was wondering what Laurent wanted to do by pulling her along, but when she heard the question, she paused and said, "Ah, we're in a hurry to get him to the hospital, but we haven't done it yet."

"Then you should call the traffic police right away, call 122, otherwise the perpetrator might run away and the traffic police might not be able to find him," Laurent kindly reminded him.

"Okay, okay."

The girl's mother nodded quickly and hurriedly explained the situation to the traffic police.

After the traffic police confirmed they would be dispatched, the girl's mother hung up the phone, and Laurent continued, "If she runs away, the traffic police won't be able to find her."

As a last resort, in the worst-case scenario, you can sue the hospital, demanding information disclosure and cooperation with the traffic police investigation.

Laurent's words were somewhat exaggerated, after all, the doctors in the hospital were all quite good.

Whether it's Zuo Zhenxing or the cosmetic surgeon from earlier, most doctors aren't rich kids, so naturally they want to see their patients recover.

But administration is administration.

"Okay, okay, thank you, doctor."

"This is my WeChat. If you have any legal questions later, you can ask me. I can help you draft the complaint and organize the evidence."

Laurent took out his phone, and the girl's mother quickly scanned the QR code to add him as a friend.

"Okay, thank you so much."

The girl's mother almost cried after adding the girl as a friend.

The little girl next to him, despite the pain, forced a smile at Laurent and said, "Thank you, Uncle."

"Call me brother," Laurent corrected.

The girl's mother received a call from the traffic police and rushed out to greet them.

Zuo Zhenxing walked over, frowning, and said calmly, "You're meddling in too many things."

"You're a doctor, not a lawyer or a police officer. These things shouldn't be your responsibility."

"I know."

Laurent nodded: "But I actually think I could be a lawyer..."

"But you are not now."

Zuo Zhenxing glared at Laurent: "You can have sympathy, and I am not a cold-blooded person, but at least you shouldn't get yourself involved in trouble in this position."

I've already notified security to detain that man. The traffic police will take over when they return. But what if he overheard your conversation with the child's mother, becomes hostile towards you, and tries to attack you with a knife?

Zuo Zhenxing did not mean that we should not help, but rather that we should be prudent, act according to circumstances, and do things slowly, carefully, and meticulously.

"Your first priority is to protect yourself. Don't do it again next time."

"Um."

Laurent offered no explanation.

He certainly knew this principle.

He knew how to protect himself wisely.

They are also familiar with various rules and regulations.

It was a small thing, but it earned me gratitude from others and gave me the skill I needed most right now.

This reward, though not a gesture of gratitude from the girl's mother, is nonetheless a rare expression of sincerity and kindness.

Doctors are compassionate and skillful; they use surgery to treat patients, but now patients can provide feedback to doctors that enhances their medical expertise.

Is it in accordance with the Zhou Dynasty's rites not to offer assistance?

Besides, Laurent looked up at the hospital's dazzling lights; he wanted to do that.

"Alright, you're getting all excited about it now?"

Zuo Zhenxing looked disgusted.

However, his eyes revealed a kind of fondness.

Many doctors, when making their future choices in their youth, harbored the good intention of healing and saving lives, and being able to help people beyond their medical skills is equally gratifying.

Looking at Laurent is like seeing a younger version of yourself...

Of course, when any doctor was young, their medical knowledge was more solid than Laurent's.

Thinking about this, Zuo Zhenxing felt a bit disgusted again.

"What happened to the stitches on the boy's arm? Which doctor did it?"

Zuo Zhenxing inquired.

He believed he knew Laurent's standards well.

A child who can't even make a proper diagnosis and struggles in the hospital purely on instinct and enthusiasm, with inadequate medical knowledge, is it possible that his suturing skills are astonishing?

He worried that Laurent had taken over another doctor's surgery to showcase himself in front of him, or that he had bribed the cosmetic surgeon.

"It's me!"

Laurent stated frankly, "Who else was there besides me back then?"

Zuo Zhenxing was speechless for a moment. He was focused on treating the wounds of another boy called Mad Monk and didn't even notice the nurses walking around, let alone Laurent next to him.

"Did you sew it up?"

"Of course," Laurent nodded matter-of-factly.

For a moment, the two stared at each other, their eyes locked in a tense standoff.

"Teacher Zuo, I saw it. It was indeed Laurent who stitched it up."

Seeing this, Fang Qingxue quickly explained, "Laurent sews very well, and his hands are very skillful. I saw that he sews very quickly as well."

There were no other teachers around to help.

Zuo Zhenxing looked at Fang Qingxue with suspicion.

He even wanted to retrieve the surveillance footage from the emergency room to determine who performed the sutures.

However, Zuo Zhenxing still believed Fang Qingxue's words.

After all, she's a colleague's daughter. We basically live in the same neighborhood and have watched her grow up since she was little.

She and Laurent didn't seem to be dating, so she couldn't lie to protect Laurent.

So here's the question—

How did Laurent manage to suture so well?

Someone who didn't even learn diagnostics properly, did they spend their school years practicing suturing?

While surgery is important, it doesn't have to be this serious!

Zuo Zhenxing's question remained until the afternoon.

After the traffic police arrived, they quickly determined the responsibility.

Laurent saw the letter of responsibility sent by the girl's mother via WeChat.

With liability determined, it should at least be easier to find someone to claim compensation.

Perhaps the girl's family doesn't lack this amount of compensation, but for the child, it is an education—an education that teaches her to imagine that bad people will pay the price.

Procedural justice should be upheld at this time.

Fang Qingxue stood to the side and whispered to Laurent.

"Laurent, you've stitched so well!"

"It looks better than my dad's stitching. They make me stitch things up every day at home, practicing all sorts of techniques, it's driving them crazy."

"I haven't had a normal piece of pork belly and a banana in ages."

"Could you teach me how to sew when you have time? I'll learn diligently."

"I'm going back to tell them, fortunes change every thirty years, so don't underestimate a poor young woman!"

It's clear that Fang Qingxue, coming from a medical family, enjoys a lot of resources and care, but also harbors some unspoken resentment.

Laurent listened and nodded.

Although the system's rewards even synchronized with his muscles and nerves, it was still a technology he had never used before.

Compared to using it temporarily in surgery, he also hopes to improve his control over the technology by exporting it to others.

Listening to the conversation between the two.

Zuo Zhenxing still hadn't resolved his doubts.

I haven't even learned basic diagnostic skills, yet you tell me my suturing skills are excellent?

What's the difference between this and someone who didn't even learn elementary school math well but became a physicist?

The afternoon's calling of numbers continued.

Because Zuo Zhenxing had been working non-stop for several days in a row, and was also teaching students, his daytime hours were relatively free during this period.

Even if you're just sitting in the office, you can still spend the whole day in the outpatient clinic.

However, should the surgery be performed at night, or is it necessary?

The patient also came in according to the number.

"Your child needs stitches, why don't you go directly to the emergency room? They can stitch him up right away there."

Zuo Zhenxing examined the child's physique, frowning.

"I...I don't know!" the child's mother said. "I saw that you are a pediatric surgeon, so I thought you would be more professional."

"Next time you can go directly to the emergency room."

As Zuo Zhenxing spoke, he felt something was amiss.

We had just returned from the emergency room before lunch.

"The emergency department can suture you quickly, while we have to take a number and wait in line here."

Zuo Zhenxing explained, "If the emergency department is busy, you can come to our pediatric surgery department. If it's not busy, the doctor can add you to the schedule."

"Okay, thank you, doctor," the child's mother said hurriedly.

Although doctors hear thanks more or less every day, gratitude from others always brings them joy.

Pediatricians, in particular, have undoubtedly encountered "easy-to-deal-with" family members of their patients.

"Okay, we'll clean and stitch up your child's wound here."

"The wound will be healed with just one stitch, Xiaoxue."

Fang Qingxue has already prepared everything needed.

Zuo Zhenxing stood up, about to wash his hands and put on gloves, when he suddenly stopped and turned to look at Laurent.

Although he was somewhat skeptical, wasn't now the perfect time to put him to the test?

The child's wound was not serious.

If things go wrong, he, as a teacher, can still salvage the situation.

Moreover, Fang Qingxue is unlikely to be lying. If Laurent really had good suturing skills, his teacher should know that.

With this thought in mind, Zuo Zhenxing said, "Luo, you can suture it."

"it is good."

Laurent did not hesitate.

Every stitch can potentially lead to the acquisition of a new skill.

He's just a ruthless tool for farming skills now!

Wash your hands, put on gloves, and pick up the needle holder.

Looking at Laurent's appearance, Zuo Zhenxing was still somewhat hesitant.

"you……"

Zuo Zhenxing was about to explain to Laurent.

But to his surprise, Laurent had already picked up the scissors.

Zuo Zhenxing wanted to explain, but there was no room for explanation.

Zuo Zhenxing's thinking and speaking are not slow.

But a single stitch was far too quick for Laurent.

Especially after mastering master-level suturing, he can make swift and precise cuts. In the pediatric urology operating room, he could even compress more than twenty stitches into less than ten minutes.

Even today, Zhang Lianren is still sending messages to Laurent.

"Wait, you're using a 3-0 cable?"

Zuo Zhenxing's eyes widened.

If a student were to sew the stitches, he would absolutely not allow the use of finer sutures.

After all, students don't know their own strength.

"Yes, I think 3-0 is just right, it will leave fewer scars."

Laurent said it was only natural.

If the patient is willing to pay for 7-0 sutures, he can handle any wound with ease.

"Doctor, will my child be okay?"

The child's mother looked at the young Laurent and became nervous.

Zuo Zhenxing quickly went up to check: "The skin fits perfectly, the skin is smooth, no, there won't be any problems."

"The stitching is very good! The knot is also very well tied, specially designed to create a raised area. Xiaoxue, come and take a look."

"Your dad used to tell us that your stitching wasn't good enough, so you should learn more."

Zuo Zhenxing immediately got into character.

Fang Qingxue rolled her eyes at Luo Lang speechlessly.

Who exactly is the head of surgery's son?

Fang Qingxue was truly shocked when she saw Laurent's technique more closely.

"Incredible."

Zuo Zhenxing offered two comments.

Laurent had already finished bandaging the child: "Be careful not to let it come into contact with water recently."

The child's mother, seeing Zuo Zhenxing's expression, knew that Laurent had stitched it up very well, and nodded repeatedly.

The kid stared wide-eyed.

He clearly saw Laurent suturing the wound.

Insert the needle and suture.

It was like magic.

"Wow, that's so cool! Can you sew it up for me again? I want to see it again!"

Upon hearing this, the child's mother slapped the child's head and said, "Let's go quickly, don't cause trouble for the doctor."

"Doctor, shall I pay using the QR code on the receipt?"

"Yes." The woman paid the bill promptly.

They dragged the child out of the examination room.

Zuo Zhenxing did not continue calling out numbers.

long silence.

"How about you sew a few more stitches for me to see?"