Healing Doctor

Chapter 364 You're just a packet of Banlangen (a traditional Chinese medicine).

Professor Xue unleashed unparalleled power, completely focused, ignoring the patient's family's displeasure outside, and seemingly forgetting his earlier outbursts, pushing his technical skills to the limit.

His skill level was already high, and coupled with his strong competitive spirit, knowing that Deng Chaohong was performing surgery next door, he immediately entered a superhuman state and brought his skills to 120%.

After completing the surgery, Professor Xue was thoroughly satisfied, his eyes shining brightly.

He was very satisfied with his surgery, which perfectly demonstrated his skills.

Xu Leyu, who had reservations about Professor Xue before the surgery but had initially cooperated with him silently, was now completely convinced of his abilities.

"Teacher Xue, your level is truly high!" Xu Leyu said with admiration at the end.

It's wrong to disagree with someone's expertise, but if the surgery was done well, praise is still due.

Moreover, most doctors are technically skilled, and their motivation for seeking strength is not based on money or power, but on technical expertise.

Professor Xue's surgery was performed better than expected, and Xu Leyu had unknowingly knelt down. At least, he was kneeling on one knee.

"Hahaha." Professor Xue, feeling smug, didn't hide his laughter and laughed heartily. "Is Deng Chaohong performing surgery in the next operating room?"

"Teacher Xue, don't go." Xu Leyu stopped her.

"I'll take a look. Don't worry, I won't say anything. His surgery is as slow as a tortoise crawling. At this point, it's hard to say whether he can even completely free the bursa." Professor Xue laughed heartily.

"..." Xu Leyu felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

His surgical skills were merely passable, certainly not excellent. Nevertheless, Xu Leyu could tell that Professor Xue's level was among the top in the country, far surpassing Deng Chaohong's.

Professor Deng Chaohong is definitely less skilled at performing similar surgeries.

After meeting, Professor Xue will definitely be sarcastic and cynical. The real fear is that Professor Deng Chaohong will have an emotional breakdown and won't be able to perform the surgery.

Xu Leyu tried to stop him, but he couldn't stop Professor Xue at all.

He strode out of the operating room, turned around and looked around, but couldn't find Deng Chaohong.

"Next door?" Professor Xue looked around but couldn't find it. He still didn't give up. He frowned and muttered to himself as he went next door.

The operating room was empty; only the nurses were cleaning and preparing for disinfection.

"Nurse, what kind of surgery are you performing?" Professor Xue asked.

Tang Yan looked up, glanced at the doctor, and seeing that it was an unfamiliar doctor, replied, "Post-rotator cuff repair suture impingement syndrome."

"..." Professor Xue was taken aback, but the strong confidence he had just gained from the surgery was like 20mg of adrenaline, making him feel a little lightheaded. He resolutely refused to believe that the nurse was talking about Deng Chaohong.

"Nurse, which operating room is Deng Chaohong's surgery in?" Professor Xue asked.

"Professor Deng? He just got off."

"Which operating room!" Professor Xue's temper flared up. He felt that the young nurse in front of him was not very bright. He asked what operating room it was, and she gave an irrelevant answer.

"Professor Deng Chaohong just finished surgery for impingement syndrome in this operating room and has gone down." Tang Yan ignored Professor Xue. After cleaning the operating room and preparing to disinfect it, she turned and left.

"How dare you speak like that?" Professor Xue's face hardened, and he reprimanded her habitually. "A perfectly normal young girl like you lies as soon as she opens her mouth. Who taught you that?"

"Huh?" Tang Yan looked up and sized Professor Xue up and down. "Who are you?"

"I am Xue Heng from the capital, an orthopedic expert," Professor Xue introduced himself.

He wasn't embarrassed at all by calling himself an expert; his eyes were full of disdain, as if to say, "You don't even know me, Xue Heng, yet you have the nerve to work in the operating room?"

For Xue Heng, this was a fact, an undeniable fact.

"A throwing knife?" Tang Yan blinked. "You think you're Burgundy? You're just a packet of Banlangen (a traditional Chinese medicine for treating ailments). Only sick people would go after you."

Tang Yan only said half a sentence, which was nonsensical, and then turned on the disinfection lamp and left.

It took Professor Xue three seconds to realize that Tang Yan was insulting him.

Just as he was about to chase after him, Xu Leyu stopped Professor Xue.

"Teacher Xue, this is the operating room," Xu Leyu said.

"What's going on in the operating room?!"

"We're from Northeast China. A few years ago, a professor threw some equipment and hit a nurse in the face, resulting in her suffering a brain hemorrhage."

"..."

Xue Heng fell silent, then quickly calmed down.

Indeed, back then, two professors in the capital city fought over the position of director of neurosurgery, which eventually led to a physical altercation, resulting in one of them suffering a cerebral hemorrhage and hemiplegia.

"She lied to me first," Xue Heng muttered softly.

"What's wrong?"

Xue Heng repeated what Tang Yan had just said, and Xu Leyu was stunned. He peeked into the operating room and saw that the sterilization light was already on, and his body stiffened.

"How could Deng Chaohong perform surgery so quickly!" Xue Heng protested. "When I went up to the operating room, it was still empty."

"Professor Xue, Professor Deng did indeed perform surgery in this operating room," Xu Leyu explained, though surprised.

"!!!" Xue Heng was stunned, but then he curled his lip and said disdainfully, "Then he must have done some other procedure. The treatment of suture impingement syndrome after rotator cuff repair is so complicated. How could Deng Chaohong be able to do it faster than me?"

Just then, Deng Chaohong hurriedly walked in.

"Yan'er, you forgot your medical record," Deng Chaohong said.

"I've put the disinfection in the operating room, please wait a moment." Tang Yan walked to the front nurses' station, picked up the patient's medical record and X-rays, and handed them to Deng Chaohong.

Xue Heng took two quick steps, snatched the MRI scan, and, without arguing with Deng Chaohong, held the MRI scan up to the light.

That's right, rotator cuff injury, knot impingement, and acromion problem!

From the imaging, the patient's problem appears to be more serious than that of his own patient, as if he continued to exercise despite being advised against it after the injury.

There are many such stubborn people who don't believe in superstitions; Xue Heng has seen many of them.

but!

With such a serious condition, how could the surgery be done so quickly! I've already exceeded my usual performance, yet Deng Chaohong left earlier and later than me.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

"Am I right? Such a simple minor surgery, we won't say anything if you're slow, but you pretend to be a pro, a national expert. And what was the result? You're like Banlangen (a traditional Chinese medicine for treating ailments)." Tang Yan, observing the situation and seeing through it all, said with disdain.

"..." Xue Heng stared blankly at the film.

"Senior Brother Xue, I've finished my part of the surgery. It wasn't too difficult. Why are you taking so long?" Deng Chaohong said slowly.

He was convinced that Ji Xiang's surgery was better than Xue Heng's, so he spoke with confidence and a touch of sarcasm.

"You?" Xue Heng looked at Deng Chaohong with suspicion.

"Would you like to see the arthroscopy video?" Deng Chaohong tilted his head back, his face full of mockery. "Senior Brother Xue, the medical standards in the capital are indeed high, but it depends on the person."

"!!!" Xue Heng was a little provoked and got a bit carried away. He was among the top three in sports medicine in the capital, but he never expected that he would be looked down upon by Deng Chaohong, whom he had always suppressed, when he came to this place.

(End of this chapter)