This doctor is already middle-aged, and he's only just started practicing medicine.

Chapter 119: Not biased, but even more painful (Bonus chapter for 2000 monthly votes)

"I heard someone reported that the previous teacher had acted favoritism. I want to assure you in advance that I would not do such a thing." Professor Lan Hualuo was of medium height, with slightly fair skin and rather large earlobes.

He wasn't tall, but his voice was strong and his age wasn't very old, only about thirty-six or thirty-seven. After he finished speaking, he focused his gaze on Lu Cheng.

However, Lu Cheng did not attract everyone's attention; Dong Qiaoshan and the others instinctively looked at Xie Yuan'an instead.

She was the only one who could eat with the teachers.

Xie Yuan'an felt a little nervous under the stares. Her eyebrows arched sharply, and she swallowed hard. "Why are you looking at me? I didn't say that."

Xie Yuan'an's phoenix eyes were filled with grievance, and she seemed a little at a loss: "I really didn't say that."

"Really." Xie Yuan'an's beautiful heart-shaped face was almost puffed up into a round face as she stared at Lu Cheng with sincere eyes.

Lan Hualu clapped his hands: "Alright, let's begin the class. This afternoon, we'll be learning in great detail the flat punctuation practice method for nerve peritunic sutures, followed by a practical lesson on rabbit nerve sutures..."

"The application of perineural suture is extremely wide, including but not limited to limb replantation, nerve transposition, nerve transplantation, and functional reconstruction."

"The most basic of these advanced technologies is nerve suturing."

"Next, I will give you a more detailed introduction to the reference method for learning this technology. You can take it home and study it at your own pace."

"At present, these methods can be used to practice nerve peritunic suturing to a very high level, which is definitely enough for everyone to complete the learning of various techniques."

Lan Hualuo didn't explain in particular detail, but went straight into the details of the lesson.

After the class started, everyone's attention shifted away from Xie Yuan'an.

However, Xie Yuan'an remained absent-minded, her gaze frequently glancing at Lu Cheng, as if wondering if he had misunderstood her...

The 45-minute theory lesson passed quickly. Then came the practical lesson.

After the practical lesson, Lan Hualuo's first stop was Xie Yuan'an, where she immediately launched into a tirade: "You weren't paying attention in class, always looking around. I thought you knew everything!"

"You can't even do this?"

"Is this how you find the angle for punctuation practice? Who taught you to do it this way? Tell me, I'll go find them!~"

"You don't even know the basics, and you're not even serious about learning. With a learning attitude like yours, why are you wasting your money here?"

"With this money, you can buy something to eat and at least enjoy your meal."

"Distance, distance. In hand surgery, the way you hold a scalpel is like holding a pen. If you can't even hold a pen properly, how can you hold a scalpel?"

“Draw lines first, and show the direction of needle insertion on the tablet. Direction…” Lan Hualuo talked for five or six minutes, almost driving Xie Yuanan to despair.

Dong Qiaoshan chuckled. He finally understood Lan Hualuo's personality and first gave Xie Yuan'an a hard time by using a spell to distract her and see if she would be disturbed by the "misunderstanding".

However, this was exactly what Lan Hualuo wanted. Xie Yuan'an, who had been wrongly accused, lost all interest in studying, which was perfect opportunity for Lan Hualuo to launch his attack.

Dong Qiaoshan's happiness lasted only a few seconds before Lan Hualuo arrived in front of him: "Is it funny?"

Dong Qiaoshan looked up, his expression one of astonishment: "You're not young anymore, and you're already sitting here learning. You're still laughing at your classmate?"

"She's thirty-one, that thirty, and you're thirty-five. You've been held back a year, you know?"

"You draw lines for me too. Did you hear what I just taught Xie Yuan'an?" Lan Hualuo launched into a tirade without any politeness, as if she were advocating for equality among all beings.

Dong Qiaoshan started drawing, and he was quite skilled at it.

He looked at Lan Hualuo.

"Go practice? You've learned it all? If you've learned it all, go back and work on the functional reconstruction technique!"

"You think you're doing nothing just because you can draw a line?" Lan Hualuo's voice was sharp and piercing.

"All you can do is draw a line, control the direction, the direction..."

Not only Xie Yuan'an and Dong Qiaoshan were taken care of, but Lin Bin and the others also escaped.

Lan Hualuo seizes every opportunity to unleash a torrent of abuse!
Of course, the only difference was that his insults towards Xie Yuan'an and Dong Qiaoshan were much more intense, as if he were deliberately targeting them. He continued to hurl insults at each of them for six to ten minutes, and another hour and a half had passed.

When Lan Hualuo arrived in front of Lu Cheng, it was already 5:30 in the afternoon.

Of course, Lan Hualuo didn't let Lu Cheng off the hook either, and immediately started criticizing him: "Hands, hands, they're too stiff. You can't even function properly with your own hands, how can you expect to save the patient's function?"

"Don't make your hands too stiff. The requirement is to keep your hands from shaking, not to make them stiff. Are you a natural trigger hand?"

"Did you ruin your hands by learning surgery?"

Lu Cheng changed the operating mode, and Lan Hualuo softened her tone: "That's right. Surgical operation is about being at ease and operating from the heart, not about deliberately holding back the muscles in a certain position to fix your hand in a certain position."

"You still need to practice the basic skill of raising your hand. When you get back, you need to tie a brick to your arm and suspend yourself. If you can still write without shaking while suspending the brick, then you can be considered to have mastered the basic skill."

"Don't be arrogant. Don't be arrogant just because you're young and have good basic skills. When I was your age, I already knew nerve transplantation and functional reconstruction."

"What's this all about...?"

Lu Cheng corrected her and continued, but Lan Hualuo was still not satisfied: "Don't show off your skills to me!!! Don't focus on any sewing techniques or skills, just focus on your hands, be more flexible."

"Hands, draw circles for me. While you're drawing circles, I also need to make sure there's no tremor under the eyepiece."

Lu Cheng looked up in astonishment.

This is the most basic skill, related to the fundamentals of suturing, but it's not part of the curriculum for this lesson.

How can you possibly learn the basics in a short time?

"Don't look at me! Are you questioning me?" As Lan Hualuo spoke, she snatched Lu Cheng's knife away.

Then, holding it in my hand, I began to cut circles from the paper under the eyepiece.

Lan Hualuo cut an A4 sheet of paper into a perfect circle with smooth, deft movements.

That wasn't all. Professor Lan Hualuo then drew a smaller circle inside the larger circle, and cut out a ring about 3mm wide.

Next, Lan Hualuo drew another circle and cut out a ring about 4mm wide.

Lan Hualuo put down his knife: "If you're going to learn something, then learn it properly. Don't get bogged down in the specific format or the basic content of this class."

“They can’t learn these things, I’m only teaching you because I see you have the ability.”

"Are you going to learn or not? If not, get out of class is over. You do have a good grasp of the basic pattern of nerve suturing." Lan Hualuo didn't even look at Xie Yuan'an and the others, but made this judgment.

“I’ll learn! Teacher Lan, I’ll learn.” Lu Cheng lowered his head and said quickly.

"Then study hard and draw circles for me. First, cut out perfect circles. You need to practice this now. When you can cut out dozens of perfect circles, you will have reached the maximum level."

"The basic skills are all similar in principle."

"Before that, don't think you really know many techniques. You can't even find the basics, so talking about rudimentary techniques is useless." Lan Hualuo's voice was also quite loud when he scolded.

After cursing for a while, Lan Hualuo looked at Lu Cheng again and asked, "Huh, haven't we met before?"

Lu Cheng replied, "Yes, Brother Luo... no, Teacher Lan, I... Lu Cheng. 15th Orthopedic Residency Training."

Lu Cheng was an undergraduate student in the class of 2010. After graduating in 15, he stayed at Zhongnan Hospital for standardized residency training. At that time, Lan Hualuo was still a doctoral student who was about to graduate!

Later, he became the chief resident.

Only seven years have passed, but he is now a professor.

Lan Hualuo hesitated for only a second before telling Lu Cheng to put down the knife in his hand: "Then stop drawing, let's go... let's go eat."

"It's almost time, get out of class dismissed!"

Everyone else looked up, their expressions surprised. "Lan Da troll, Lu Cheng, you've been cursing for a while now, aren't you?"

(End of this chapter)