Healing Doctor

Chapter 365 Self-Inflicted Humiliation

"Deng Chaohong, do you really think you're a better surgeon than me?" Xue Heng asked coldly.

He had doubts, but as a top-tier practitioner, Xue Heng had a deep understanding of himself and the industry.

I can confidently say that my expertise in sports medicine is among the top five in the country. Although Deng Chaohong is also quite skilled, he is no match for me.

It is estimated that Deng Chaohong is all bark and no bite, putting himself under extreme pressure. If he backs down under pressure at this point, he will be laughed at by Deng Chaohong for the rest of his life.

"Look, let me see how much your surgery has progressed," Xue Heng said.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Xue, let's forget about it," Deng Chaohong laughed. "You still have to catch your flight, don't delay your return to the capital."

Now Xue Heng was even more certain that Deng Chaohong was lying to him. With this conviction in his heart, Xue Heng grabbed Deng Chaohong.

"Deng Chaohong, your surgical skills haven't improved at all, but you've managed to make these crooked methods even more amazing! No way, I'm not going back to the capital, I have to see just how much your surgical skills have improved over the years."

"Where's your demonstration room? Let me see your surgery!"

Deng Chaohong was just a little embarrassed, worried that Ji Xiang might accidentally bump into him and expose him, which would be awkward.

But Xue Heng was certain that his surgical skills were inferior to Xue Heng's. Deng Chaohong made a tough decision, retrieved the arthroscopy storage device, and without leaving the operating room, directly borrowed the operating room's demonstration room to start playing the surgical video.

"What a crappy classroom! Your economy is so bad, even the equipment in your operating room is terrible," Xue Heng said disdainfully when he asked why the surgical video couldn't be played on dual screens.

"Playing the surgical videos one by one is no problem." Deng Chaohong took a break to call Ji Xiang and was relieved to find out that Ji Xiang was busy in the ward.

Both of them were full of confidence.

Both of them believed they could win.

The two understood each other and both thought the other's surgery was terrible.

This bizarre scene amused Tang Yan.

The anesthesiologists and nurses in the operating room all know who Deng Chaohong is; he would never stoop to using other people's surgeries to enhance his own status.

But Professor Xue Heng from the capital was really annoying, and Tang Yan didn't expose Deng Chaohong's little tricks, just watched the surgery broadcast with a smile.

The surgical procedure on the memory card was displayed on the screen, starting from the insertion of the arthroscope into the joint cavity. Xue Heng glanced at it and realized that Deng Chaohong's surgery was more difficult than his own, which immediately made him puzzled.

But then he sneered, "Deng Chaohong, are you just going to rush through the surgery and call it a day?"

"No, the surgery was very successful."

"Heh." Xue Heng sneered. He had already sketched out Deng Chaohong's surgical procedure in his mind and found the "Achilles' heel," preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Deng Chaohong when the time came.

The surgery began, the location of the knot was located and it was determined that the hyperplasia and deformation were caused by the impact of the knot.

Cut the knot to prepare for cleaning the hyperplastic bursa.

At this point, the surgical procedure paused for a moment, as if the surgeon was hesitating about what to do next.

Xue Heng laughed and stood up to pause the surgery.

"Senior Brother Xue, what are you going to do?" Deng Chaohong asked.

"Here." Xue Heng stood on the stage, looked around, found that there was no laser pointer, complained a few more times, and then pointed his finger at the image.

"There are bursae in the subacromial bursa as well as in the anterior, posterior, and lateral deltoid muscles. Your skill level is insufficient; you must have been lazy and only cleaned the subacromial bursa without performing an extended cleaning."

"I read in the medical record that the patient is an athlete. Do you think it's responsible of you to do this? An athlete still has bursae in the anterior, posterior, and lateral deltoid muscles after surgery. Although his daily life is not affected, his career is ruined."

At this point, Xue Heng stared directly at Deng Chaohong and asked sternly, "Deng Chaohong, put your hand on your heart and tell me, can you say you have a clear conscience about the surgery you performed?"

Deng Chaohong felt slightly embarrassed and angry. Xue Heng's words were so sharp that they were unacceptable.

Indeed, if I were to perform the surgery myself, the subsequent surgical steps would be just as Xue Heng described. I certainly wouldn't clean the anterior, posterior, and lateral deltoid bursae.

That was beyond his surgical skills.

but!

Xue Heng pointed the finger at the person and blamed it on his conscience, which is utterly despicable.

Deng Chaohong quickly suppressed his feelings of humiliation, after all, the next surgery was performed by Ji Xiang, which he considered to be a world-class surgery.

Xue Heng is no match for him.

"Senior Brother Xue, are you done guessing? Let's continue watching the surgery," Deng Chaohong said calmly.

"I told you so," Xue Heng said smugly, then clicked to continue playing the surgery.

Instead of going back to sit down and quietly watch the surgery, he adopted the airs of a senior doctor, ready to pause the surgery at any time to give a lecture or launch an attack.

however

When Xue Heng saw the radiofrequency vaporization device enter the joint cavity and begin bluntly dissecting the hyperplastic bursa, he was completely stunned.

Using only a radiofrequency vaporization device without hemostasis equipment is such a naive approach!

Normally, this kind of operation simply doesn't exist!

But Deng Chaohong was right in front of him, and it was Deng Chaohong who suggested watching the surgery. Could it be...?

A thought that Xue Heng could never believe came to mind—the surgery had surpassed his own level by one or two major levels, Deng Chaohong's blunt dissection had reached perfection, and he was confident that there would be no bleeding.

This is impossible!

Absolutely impossible!!

Xue Heng stared blankly at the surgical procedure.

Time passed second by second. In the video, the radiofrequency vaporization device seemed to be part of the surgeon's body, pressing or pulling as it pleased, and the subacromial bursa was thus freed up.

Without realizing it, Xue Heng's mouth opened wide, as if he were holding two eggs in his mouth, and he couldn't close it.

Judging from the steps of blunt dissection of the subacromial bursa using radiofrequency vaporization, Deng Chaohong's surgery was indeed better than mine!

Xue Heng wanted to turn around and leave, to stop embarrassing himself. But even though he thought that, his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he wouldn't move an inch.

The surgical procedure he had just witnessed was a feast for the eyes; in Xue Heng's view, it was a work of art.

So what about the next surgery?

Xue Heng stared intently.

Unlike Xue Heng's earlier prediction, the surgeon did not only perform dissection of the subacromial bursa; instead, the radiofrequency vaporization device continued to dissect the bursa near the deltoid muscle.

Expand the cleaning!

Although one could guess it just by looking at the free movement of the subacromial bursa, Xue Heng was still extremely surprised.

Everyone knows that extended clearance is beneficial to patients, but the mainstream academic opinion does not agree with this because the surgery is extremely difficult.

Has Deng Chaohong become this powerful?!

Sitting in the audience, Deng Chaohong sat upright, as if in military training, with his eyes fixed on the screen.

Although he witnessed it all firsthand, looking back now, he is still deeply immersed in it and finds it hard to extricate himself.

(End of this chapter)