Chinese medicine: When you do things to the extreme

Chapter 21 Scumbag Zhou Yanqing (Please collect and read)
Tuesday, 9:30 AM.

Fan Ziwei and his junior fellow student Han Dongliang sat under the timing panel in the operating room. Pointing at the five people on the stage, he said to Han Dongliang, "Brother Zhou, you took me here last year to watch Brother Huang Yuandong operate on the stage."

"But at that time, Senior Brother Huang was only allowed by the teacher to suture the skin and not even to relieve tension at the flap site."

"At that time, Senior Brother Zhou and I were a little envious..."

Zhao Gui scratched his head again, causing his muscles to flex, and nodded: "Yes, yes, yes, I was there at that time too. I envied him too..."

Han Dongliang's expression was exaggerated and confused: "Brother, this plasticine stitching is so difficult."

"Brother Zhou, he has gone through everything from plasticine to full and half layers of orange peel, to the depths of tofu, and even jelly. He has covered so many areas?"

Fan Ziwei nodded and gave a thumbs up: "Yes, it is precisely because it is difficult that Senior Brother Zhou is so awesome!~"

"Look at everyone in our department. Apart from our superiors, who is qualified to suture a skin flap?"

"Let me tell you, if Senior Brother Zhou manages to get past this stage by stretching the cuff, even Li Zhong, Dr. Zhu Qin from the hand surgery department, and even that great God Duan, will have a hard time catching up with him!~"

Fan Ziwei then turned around and said in a serious tone, "You've heard about it, right? Senior Brother Zhou's classmate, Senior Brother Guo, wanted to catch up with Senior Brother Zhou, but he got his balls torn and his crotch torn!"

Han Dongliang nodded his head in a hurry: "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I heard that even Brother Guo's junior, my classmate Du Daisen, said so!"

Du Daisen is Han Dongliang's classmate and has just entered the first year of his master's program. Now that Guo Congyu is not around, he has naturally heard of the legend of Senior Brother Guo, 'Dang Ge'.

"Yeah..." Fan Ziwei nodded and was about to say something.

On the operating table, the fat man Tian Zeguang started to explode: “Eh… Hey hey hey… Hey… You… You you you… You…”

Rhythmic monosyllables, as if beating a drum.

Gong Yi shouted angrily: "What are you talking about? Are you stuttering?"

"Look carefully!~ Watch it carefully." After cursing, Gong Yi lowered his head.

Whispering softly, "Yanqing, sew slowly, don't rush! ~ You sew very well, keep going."

"It's not easy to sew the tendon like you for the first time. Kessler suture is the most commonly used method. Although it is simple, it is practical..."

After that, Gong Yi continued to tell Tao Yubin earnestly: "Don't shake your hands, don't move your eyes! ~"

"Don't breathe too hard. Don't gasp for air. You look like you've never seen the world before."

"What's wrong with sewing a tendon? Isn't Duan Qilin from the next group also a master's degree holder? Can he sew the tendon that even Dr. Zhu Qin can't? What a fuss!~" Gong Yi looked around, looked at the expressions of several people, and stared at the operating table happily.

Zhou Yanqing didn't dare to breathe at this moment; he was totally immersed in it.

It can be said that tendon suture is the real entry point into the more advanced techniques of hand surgery, while flap suture is just the entry-level technique of formal hand surgery.

Tendon suturing is easy and any surgeon can do it. But there are many tricks to determine whether the tendon can be used after suturing, whether it is stuck or compressed, and whether scar adhesion will occur.

The director of the emergency department wanted to perform tendon suture, but why didn't he do it? The disability rate of the patients sent back to the factory was too high, and the factory lost a lot of money, so they didn't agree.

Most of them were fine before, but suddenly some people became disabled and needed compensation. What happened?

Surgical techniques are the most difficult to deceive.

After he finished drawing a stitch again and Master Gong Yi personally helped him cut the thread, Zhou Yanqing paused for a moment, took a deep breath, suppressed his pounding heart and excited emotions, and asked calmly, "Master, will this pass?"

I just boasted to my master yesterday afternoon, which caused Gong Yi to pull his hips when he got off his electric scooter unsteadily. In the end, his happiness was in vain.

Zhou Yanqing did not expect that after the immersive training in early September, he was only a few hundred stitches away from suturing and stretching the compression cuff.

After going to the training room yesterday, at around 3:5 in the evening, the suture technique triggered the [Practice Makes Perfect] medal, advancing the suture technique to [Expertise 0/3]. At the same time, the tendon suture technique was also activated, with a proficiency of [Expertise /].

At that time, the material sales place had already closed down, so Zhou Yanqing had no way to try it.

But when he returned to the dormitory, Zhou Yanqing saw that three thousand dollars had been deposited into his bank card. He felt warm in his heart and got up at five forty. At six ten, he arrived at the practice room, woke up the old man at the material sales counter, and bought two pulse compression belts.

At half past seven, Zhou Yanqing took videos and photos of the finished product.

The shift was handed over at 8 o'clock, the ward rounds started at 8:10, and the ward rounds ended at 8:20. At 8:30, Gong Yi brought Tao Yubin to the stage, and at 9:25, the tendon suture was left to Zhou Yanqing.

Not only Zhou Yanqing was looking forward to getting through the stage of tendon suture, but his master Gong Yi was also looking forward to it.

Gong Yi carefully checked it twice and said, "Yes, yes, yes."

Then, fearing that he was being too protective of his son, Gong Yi cautiously asked Tao Yubin to check it again: "Yubin, you should also take a close look."

Tao Yubin agreed and began to check, but explained: "Director Gong, you are too cautious. Yanqing's suturing technique is obviously at a high level..."

At the same time, the fat man Tian Zeguang came back to his senses, his tone could not hide the shock in his heart, and his short-circuited brain finally connected: "Director Gong, Duan Qilin is the god who got through the special passage of Huashan Hospital! ~ Although he does not have a doctorate degree, he is much better than an ordinary doctorate! ~"

Although Tian Zeguang joked, Li Zhong, you should come up earlier, Zhou Yanqing, you should suture my tendon earlier, so that I have enough time to lose weight.

But anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is just a joke, just a witty remark to show off one's status in the world.

But who knows?
Zhou Yanqing actually took this step.

Tao Yubin raised his head and said, "Okay, very good! Although I'm not very proficient in tendon suturing, it's still above the mark."

Gong Yi breathed a sigh of relief, tilted his head, and looked at Tian Zeguang: "Did you leave your brain at home or did you forget to generate electricity? How many sentences have passed on this topic?"

The Adam's apple in Tian Zeguang's fat neck struggled to slide up and down twice: "Director Gong! Even if you say a hundred or a thousand sentences, it can't slide over! ~"

"How old is Yanqing? He's only in his second year of master's degree. He's already passed the stretching and cuff suture, and he can even go on stage to suture tendons!"

"I. I, I..." The corners of Tian Zeguang's mouth were obviously trembling.

The skinny Li Zhong said mischievously at this moment: "Bah!~ Scumbag... He clearly said he missed me yesterday."

"I didn't expect that the person who really thought about it was Brother Guang."

"Ugh! Strong taste." Li Zhong's eyes were extremely resentful.

Tian Zeguang immediately turned around and said in a cold tone: "Li Zhong, what do you mean?"

Li Zhong's eyebrows tightened, and his voice cracked: "Brother Guang, the pressure is really strong. The pressure is so strong that it is hard to breathe. I am so sad, do you know that?..."

Tian Zeguang thought about it seriously and it seemed to be the case.

As the first superior in the hospital to be "stabbed" by Zhou Yanqing's shiny silver spear, Li Zhong seemed to be the most bitter person.

Tian Zeguang then seemed to remember something and cursed fiercely: "Bah, scumbag..."

"Alright, alright!~"

Gong Yi, who had come to his senses, began to advise: "Jealousy can not only make people purple, but also make people unrecognizable."

A decisive blow, no solution.

Tian Zeguang and Li Zhong's eyes bulged outwards, and they felt desperate...

(End of this chapter)