Chinese medicine: When you do things to the extreme

Chapter 185 Young and promising is better (Subscription required)

"How did you score No. 12 in the second group?" Professor Liu Tang from the Department of Hand Surgery at West China Hospital asked a referee next to him when the third group was still preparing to enter the venue and after the second group's competition was over.

Professor Liu Tang is the leading professor of the Hand Surgery Department of West China Hospital. Although he is not the administrative director, he is also very influential in Sichuan Province.

The comprehensive strength of West China Hospital stands out in Sichuan Province, while West China Second Hospital and Sichuan Provincial People's Hospital are both in the second tier.

West China Hospital is on a level all its own.

Ning Dongshan took a deep breath, shook his head slightly, and grinned: "I gave it 99 points, so I don't have to write materials to explain it later."

"But I'm definitely under-scoring this grade."

"This speed?"

It is difficult to judge Ning Dongshan for the time being.

A young man who looks to be in his twenties is actually faster than him. How weak must his kidneys be?
The first round of the competition mainly depends on speed and quality. In fact, the quality requirements are not high, as long as it is acceptable.

The speed of No. 12 in the competition not only broke the records of previous competitions, but also broke his understanding of the age level of basic suture skills!

Liu Tang heard this and said, "I think so too. According to my visual observation, this young man has completed at least fifty stitches."

"The staff backstage will have their hands full while the stitches are being removed."

"But I gave it full marks. Let's wait and see how Professor Yang will assess the final grade."

Professor Yang is the chief referee of this competition for young hand surgeons. He was the chairman of the previous Sichuan Hand Surgery Committee. Although the term has changed, the status and comprehensive strength of hand surgery in Sichuan Province are second to none.

Ning Dongshan is not from West China Hospital, but from Sichuan Provincial People's Hospital. He is also a well-known professor in the province. When he heard that Liu Tang gave him full marks, he couldn't help but frowned slightly, and then relaxed.

"In fact, there is not much difference between 100 points and 99 points..."

Ning Dongshan and Liu Tang were not the only ones having similar conversations. Other referees were also unsure whether the scores they gave were appropriate.

……

Backstage!

After a group of young men in white coats got all the 'specimens' for this group of competitions, an older man saw the message from the 'boss'.

He looked up and asked, "In which hand is contestant No. 12's sutured specimen in?"

The people who retrieve the suture specimens from the competition venue are all masters and doctors. They are only responsible for doing their job, so they don't know how good each specimen is. They are only responsible for collecting them and then counting the number of suture stitches and the quality of the suture in detail to give a comprehensive score.

"Teacher Du, it's here." A young man with hair a little long but still above his eyebrows raised his hand.

"Don't move yet. I will open this specimen myself..." Du Daisen instructed while putting on disposable examination gloves.

After Du Daisen finished speaking, the young man with hair as long as his eyebrows dared not move anymore and quickly put the scalpel to the other side of the tray.

Du Daisen approached and said, "Don't leave yet, help me keep count!"

"Okay, Teacher Du!" the young man replied respectfully.

Du Daisen first took a general look at the No. 12 suture specimen. The two pieces of pork were sewn together very nicely. If there was a "paper score", he would definitely give it full marks.

But obviously, there is no such thing as a face value score in such a competition.

"One, two, three, three floors?"

"The person who is singled out by Teacher Yang for special attention is indeed extraordinary, right?" Du Daisen was so scared that his tongue became a little weak.

What is the concept of three-layer suture? Even if this contestant sutured each layer with thirteen or fourteen stitches, it would be an incredible achievement. And a quick look at the stitches on the surface shows that there are obviously more than thirteen or fourteen stitches.

This may be a specimen that deserves a perfect score, so it must be photographed and kept as a record!

"Take a picture!" Du Daisen ordered.

The doctor next to him immediately did as he was told and took out his mobile phone to take pictures.

To take this kind of photos, there is no need for academic exchange meetings, so there is no need for a particularly professional camera; a mobile phone can do the job.

Click, click, click. After taking a few photos, the young man with long hair that reached his eyebrows stood at attention about ten centimeters behind Du Daisen.

Du Daisen then began to count with hemostatic forceps and tweezers, and checked the quality of each stitch one by one.

In the past, there have been some rather 'smart' people who, after fully understanding the rules of the competition, as contestants, just sewed randomly in order to get good results. It looked like a lot, but in fact the quality of the stitched work was a piece of shit.

After that competition, the organizing committee issued a special announcement, announcing that the person’s competition results were cancelled, but the real name was not included.

Since then, the quality of suture has also become one of the indicators for judging the overall score.

"one two three four……"

"Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen." Du Daisen's voice trembled slightly when he said this.

If there are seventeen stitches in each layer of suture, then three seventeens are fifty-one, and one standard stitch is scored two points.

That’s one hundred and two points, which exceeds the full score!
Sure enough, there was something a little special about the specimen that Teacher Yang explained, and this contestant's final suture had not seventeen stitches in a row, but nineteen stitches in a row.

This is equivalent to him having a tolerance rate of at least seven stitches, and if the suture quality of seven stitches is not good, they all get full marks.

The 19 stitches in the first row were impeccable, the quality of the stitching was even higher than his...

This made Du Daisen, who had won the first prize, feel a little jealous.

He, Dudaisen, is also considered a genius, but the gap between genius and genius is enough to make people despair.

The title of some geniuses is just a threshold to meet other geniuses.

After counting and determining the quality of the stitching, he picked out all nineteen stitches in the first row and began counting the second layer!
As soon as it was opened, the 19 neatly arranged needles inside seemed to be completely parallel to the 19 needles on the first layer.

If the seam had not been in the middle of the pork, Du Daisen would have thought he might have been hallucinating.

He shook his head in disbelief for a moment, then tilted his head to look at the man with long hair to his eyebrows: "What's your name?"

"This thing, isn't it my hallucination?"

"Teacher, my name is Zhong Heng, Zhong means clock, Heng means perseverance, and I major in trauma surgery." Zhong Heng replied.

Although Zhong Heng is from the orthopedics department of West China Hospital, West China Hospital has many branches and there are too many people in the orthopedics department.

It is not impossible that superiors do not know each other, let alone a PhD.

"Teacher, this should be true." Zhong Heng looked at the neatly arranged sutures, his Adam's apple moving up and down.

I am both envious and a little inferior.

Those who come here to serve as staff are all losers who were unable to participate in the postgraduate track.

……

five minutes later.

Du Daisen immediately left the backstage, taking the photos taken by Zhong Heng and his own counting results!

He couldn't handle this matter anymore, so he had to hand it over to Professor Yang Qimou.

"Teacher Yang, I've counted them. There are three rows of nineteen, a total of fifty-seven stitches."

Du Daisen paused for a moment after finishing his words: "The quality of each stitch is very high, not a single stitch is done randomly."

What this means is that all the stitching is above the standard quality, and according to the scoring standard it should be 114, but the full score is only . What should I do?
"What do the other referees think of the scores?" Yang Qimou, who was sitting on the podium at the moment, asked with his ear tilted.

Most people's eyes were on the contestants, not him. Although Professor Yang Qimou was very good, this time the competition was for young contestants.

"Four full marks, six 99 points." Du Daisen said.

"I haven't offended anyone."

“But no one took any responsibility!” Yang Qimou’s face was calm, but his eyes were already darting around.

The scores they gave were all full marks or as close to full marks as possible, so if they wanted to give exceptional scores, he had to step in.

However, the rules of each competition do not mention full marks, and the points are simply calculated based on the standard of two points per shot.

"Teacher Yang?"

"Was this really sewn by the contestants, or was it just some teacher who came to the competition venue to have some fun?" Du Daisen asked.

As far as Du Daisen knew, no one had ever completed more than fifty stitches in fifteen minutes. The most that had ever happened was forty-nine to fifty stitches.

There is a limit to this.

It is understandable that there were specimens with fifty-one or fifty-two needles this time. After all, there are perverts who break the limits of human beings.

But what the hell is fifty-seven needles? Is this really a level that a young player under thirty-five can achieve?
"Give the score according to the regulations, subtract two points and give 112. 114 doesn't sound good. I believe that the contestant and the unit and medical association he represents will have no objection to this score!" Yang Qimou made the decision.

Huaxi University in Sichuan Province is a well-known brand in the whole country and a special symbol of Sichuan Province.

Therefore, Yang Qimou has always recognized that there are geniuses in this world, and the way to treat geniuses should be eclectic and should not be limited to a certain scale.

Yang Qimou had already spoken, so he nodded: "Then I will go and register my results."

"Remember to keep the photographic evidence and the specimens from the scene. Someone may want to check the stitches." Yang Qimou instructed.

Du Daisen nodded and turned to leave.

After Du Daisen left, Yang Qimou was still curious about the identity of contestant number 12, so he simply uncovered his veil and found the lottery registration book.

After reading it, his brows were furrowed.

"How could it be Xiangya Hospital?" Yang Qimou whispered to himself, but he didn't dare to speak loudly.

You can say that Xiangya Hospital has not made significant progress, but you cannot say that it cannot produce a genius. After all, it is a century-old famous hospital.

……

After Zhou Yanqing left the stadium, he went straight to the opposite door of the stadium.

This is also the arena where senior brothers Liu Wanqing and Yu Yue are on the postgraduate track.

The competition in the graduate track is very similar to that in the youth track.

When Zhou Yanqing arrived, he saw Yu Yue coming down from the stage and walking towards Associate Professor Song Hui, who led the team. Senior Brother Liu Wanqing walked towards the competition seat.

Associate Professor Song Hui is in charge of the graduate track.

Obviously, Yu Yue was drawn to the second group and Liu Wanqing was drawn to the third group.

"Yanqing, have you finished the competition too?" Yu Yue was very surprised to see Zhou Yanqing coming towards him.

Then he said a little disappointedly: "I was planning to go with Senior Brother Liu to watch your performance, but unfortunately there is no chance now!"

Zhou Yanqing smiled when he heard this: "Brother, it will be the same when you watch it again in the future."

"How many stitches did you get?" Zhou Yanqing asked.

"I only had twenty-one stitches. The scoring here is different from yours. Ours is multiplied by four, and yours is multiplied by two."

“In the first group, there was a pervert who needed twenty-four stitches,” Yu Yue complained.

"You look so proud. I really hope Yanqing you didn't go to the competition next door!~"

Twenty-one stitches equals eighty-four points, while twenty-four stitches equals ninety-six points, which is a big difference.

Zhou Yanqing said: "In addition to quantity, quality still matters. Brother, don't be discouraged! ~"

In fact, if Yu Yue and others only pursue speed and not quality, there will be no problem in suturing more than 30 stitches.

But if you want to meet certain quality requirements, the speed will naturally be reduced.

In order to get the quality recognized by the judges, Yu Yue and others need to complete the work very seriously and they dare not rush it like Zhou Yanqing.

Soon, the two of them waited for Liu Wanqing to walk down from the stage.

Liu Wanqing's purpose this time was just to participate. He sewed seventeen stitches carefully and then stopped there.

After stepping off the stage, he glanced at the exhibits of other contestants in his group and shook his head slightly.

"Let's go, let's go back first and take a rest." Liu Wanqing suggested.

There are only two rounds of competition in this competition. After Zhou Yanqing's second group finishes the competition, he doesn't have to watch the following competitions!
Of course you can watch it, it's not mandatory.

However, everyone still needs to ask for leave from Associate Professor Song Hui.

Of course Song Hui would not disagree. He was just the team leader, not their parents. As long as these people were not missing or dead, what else could he care about?

Song Hui asked curiously: "Yanqing, how many stitches did you get?"

"Fifty-six or fifty-seven!" Zhou Yanqing replied casually.

Song Hui's chin dropped fiercely: "How much did you say?"

Even if Zhou Yanqing said forty-six or forty-seven, it would be enough to shock him. After all, this result was infinitely close to the special prize.

Fifty-six or fifty-seven, this is a level he definitely cannot reach now!
"How much did you say?" Yu Yue's tongue was a little lame.

"Fifty-six or fifty-seven." Zhou Yanqing replied with certainty.

The pupils of the three people contracted at the same time and then visibly dilated. They couldn't have been really frightened to the point of having an 'organophosphorus pesticide poisoning' reaction.

After swallowing a few times, Associate Professor Song Hui said meaningfully, "I was wondering why Professor Tang said that not letting you participate in the provincial competition is for everyone's good."

"So that's where we're waiting."

"The player who blew up the place!"

The match just started and the venue was blown up. If this guy leaves, what’s the point?
The matches within the province are friendly matches, while the matches outside the province are "competition".

Zhou Yanqing will definitely show up in the national competition, and he will show up to abuse others.

"Teacher Song, shall we go back first?" Zhou Yanqing didn't care about his grades.

Yu Yue and Liu Wanqing didn't care much about their own results. As long as they participated, they would do their best.

After Song Hui nodded, Zhou Yanqing and others left in a leisurely manner.

"It's nice to be young."

"Being young and promising is even better!" Song Hui murmured in a low voice.

"..."

(End of this chapter)