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

Chapter 280 Chen Song's Demystification!

Zhang Tiesheng immediately pushed up his glasses and stepped forward, saying in a low voice, "You're going to the trauma center, such a big thing, why didn't you think to discuss it with Professor Chen?"

"When Professor Chen found out, he was furious for a long time, but he couldn't vent his anger. He immediately asked us to send you a consultation, but you didn't respond."

"Hurry up and go in and apologize. There are a lot of pitfalls in this trauma center."

Zeng Huanqi knew he had missed the best time to socialize with Lu Cheng, so he was just showing goodwill to Lu Cheng at this moment.

"Where's Director Du?" Lu Cheng asked when he didn't see Du Qiang.

"Director Du went to the ICU to see Tian Zhuang, and he probably won't be back for a while," Zhang Tiesheng said.

Lu Cheng paused, then turned his head to the side again: "Tian Zhuang? ICU??"

Zhang Tiesheng said helplessly, "Those brothers got into a fight!"

Lu Cheng pursed his lips, narrowed his eyes, and then turned away helplessly.

"Teacher Chen!" Lu Cheng ignored his own affairs and walked towards the director's office, pushing open the door.

Chen Song was performing 'nebulization' when he tilted his head to the side and said, "Why don't you just call me Chen Song? You're pretty bold anyway."

Lu Cheng closed the door, sat down opposite Chen Song, and said in a gentle voice, "Teacher Chen, are you still angry?"

Chen Song glanced at Lu Cheng with disdain, his tone cold and realistic: "I'm not your father or mother, what does it matter to me whether you live or die?"

"Can't you see that the trauma center is just using you as a pawn?"

Chen Song was still seething with anger: "Huang Haibo just went to Xiangzhou and needs to achieve results, so the previous hospital leaders have to clean up his mess..."

Lu Cheng explained, "Professor Chen, I know all of this, but if everything goes according to plan, why should I be able to apply for associate professorship immediately?"

With his hands behind his back, Chen Song could easily figure out Lu Cheng's reasons for making the decision: "Do you really have to get promoted to associate professor in clinical medicine this year?"

"This isn't something you'd normally do or be capable of doing."

In Chen Song's opinion, it was quite fast for Lu Cheng to be promoted to associate chief physician at the age of thirty-five or thirty-six.

Why should Lu Cheng now 'lick food off the edge of a knife' as before?
There's a waiting list for promotion to associate professor, and Lu Cheng is very capable and outstanding.

But you're not a chosen one, the protagonist in other people's eyes, everyone revolves around you, Lu Cheng.

Wherever he goes, he is showered with joy. Isn't it normal for him to be promoted to associate senior position after a year or two of hard work?

How many people can get promoted to a higher professional title just by reaching the required years of service?

There are tons of long-serving senior attending physicians at Xiangya No. 2 Hospital and Xiangya Hospital...

Lu Cheng said, "Professor Chen, there are many restrictions if you don't reach the associate professor level."

"Ah, right, without you, the patients wouldn't survive," Chen Song said sarcastically.

"Xiangzhou People's Hospital is running normally thanks to you, Lu Cheng. Without you, the departments would all collapse."

"What are your tasks and priorities? It's to do scientific research, to work on projects, and to get that exceptional degree certification as soon as possible."

"I told you this before, as long as you do good research, Central South University has a precedent of promoting undergraduates directly to professors."

"What are you doing?"

Chen Song's love for his wife was so deep that his criticism was so severe.

Chen Song is not Dong Chang; he sees only the glamour of being the head of a trauma center.

"It's also for the sake of doing research, so that I can do research better," Lu Cheng replied calmly.

"So that I could be the one to perform the liver-preserving surgery?" Chen Song's emotions had calmed down considerably.

Lu Cheng can barely perform spleen-preserving surgery like spleen suturing, but patients who have had their spleen removed can still survive.

Compared to liver-preserving surgery, spleen-preserving surgery is not as practically significant.

At Lu Cheng's age, as a surgeon, it's understandable that he wants to start performing surgeries as soon as possible and has an addiction to it.

Only surgeons like these can truly excel in the field of surgery.

"Yes, but not entirely," Lu Cheng replied cautiously.

"Go on," Chen Song said. Of course, he didn't call Lu Cheng down simply to give him a good scolding.

"Professor Chen, I won't go into detail about how much authority and freedom you have after being promoted to associate professor in clinical practice," Lu Cheng replied.

Chen Song interrupted, saying, "Stop talking nonsense. In this society, rights and obligations are basically equal. Are you going to ignore responsibility and risk?"

Lu Cheng nodded and said, "Teacher Chen, to be honest, I feel a bit stifled."

"See, you finally told the truth. You're in such a hurry." Chen Song had an expression that said, "I saw right through you."

"Teacher Chen, it's not that I'm in a hurry, but..."

“I see some patients who could have been treated better, but I just have to turn a blind eye to it, and it makes me feel suffocated.”

"I can be indifferent once, I can ignore it twice, but I really can't be cold and completely indifferent ten or twenty times."

"But I just can't help you, you know..."

Lu Cheng said, "Professor Chen, I don't know if you know this, but I do know that limb salvage surgery for limb salvage injuries can be performed without amputation. The Department of Trauma Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital, where I did my residency training, has already started an advanced training course on limb salvage surgery for limb salvage injuries."

"But at the hospital where I work now, almost no one thinks about doing this."

“When I’m not on duty, there are definitely patients coming to the department and there are patients in the department, but when I’m not on duty, I don’t have any tasks, and other people are responsible for the diagnosis and treatment.”

"Teacher Chen, ask yourself honestly, can you really bear to watch patients you could save but couldn't help pass away time and time again?"

"Not even for a moment did I feel a pang of pity?"

Professor Chen Song's expression flickered, then he continued, "Okay, even if you can stand on the moral high ground, can you stand on the professional high ground?"

"In the trauma center, do you only treat emergency cases?"

"What do you do if you encounter a ruptured liver? What do you do if you encounter abdominal trauma or crush injuries? What do you do if you encounter..."

Chen Song listed many diseases for Lu Cheng.

"Lu Cheng, this is no joke. There are no jokes in clinical practice. When a patient comes, if you're in that position, you can't shirk your responsibility!"

"Clinical practice isn't a game you can play where you can choose whichever direction you want," Chen Song said.

“I can learn,” Lu Cheng replied.

Chen Song's voice was icy: "No one can tolerate a trauma center doctor slowly learning techniques. Patients won't allow it, and neither will the leadership!"

"Right here at our hospital, without a professor leading the team, the trauma center would disband and be shut down the very next day!"

"In specialized departments, even without tall doctors, an associate chief physician can manage to lead the team, it's just that they can treat fewer types of diseases."

Lu Cheng laughed and said, "Well, there are professors from the Provincial People's Hospital here to oversee and provide guidance." "That's not a valid reason. They've only been here for a few months. How many months can you learn from them?" Chen Song acted as if he were being taken for a fool.

Lu Cheng narrowed his eyes and said in a clear voice, "Teacher Chen, didn't you say that if you understand one thing, you understand everything?"

"Basic skills can elevate a person's overall level."

"Surgical techniques are merely a relative indicator of a surgeon's skill level."

Lu Cheng's words were a linguistic extension of his own basic skills, which had reached level 4, allowing him to forcibly extend a series of surgical skills.

This is not a closely guarded secret in teaching hospitals, but rather the foundation of their teaching system.

In teaching hospitals, great importance is placed on learning the basics. Students are all working on the basics because if their basic skills are good enough, they can learn specialized skills very, very quickly.

To draw an analogy, it wouldn't be difficult to ask a top-notch math genius to switch to physics.

The reverse won't work.

A mathematical genius is someone who can surpass all other disciplines that rely on the foundation of science.

Upon hearing this, Chen Song suddenly realized something and immediately said, "Come with me! Fatty Tong's training room hasn't been cleared yet."

Chen Songla's landing achievement needs to be proven.

Lu Cheng waved his hand gently, remaining unmoved, and said with a smile, "Teacher Chen, we've known each other for so long, you know my personality, there's no need for any further proof."

"I'll just tell you directly."

Chen Song knew that Lu Cheng had at least reached the "expert level" in the two most basic and difficult-to-improve skills of suturing and hemostasis, but in the mouths of Professor Chen Song and others, it was not called expert level.

Last time, after Lu Cheng sent the video to Chen Song, Chen Song broke down and complained on WeChat that Lu Cheng shouldn't contact him anymore, lest he turn him into someone like Tong Yuan'an with "autism".

Professor Chen Song's delicate body trembled slightly. After releasing Lu Cheng, his movements as he picked up the cigarette box again were shaky due to excessive tension in his sympathetic nervous system, as if he were possessed by a Parkinson's patient.

With a "click," he lit a cigarette: "Then you tell me."

"Incision, cleaning, suturing, puncture, hemostasis." Lu Cheng listed the names of five basic skills in one go.

It was not embellished much.

Chen Song was so frightened that he could barely keep his legs together and could barely stand. He grabbed the table for support.

Do you know what you're saying?

"Father?" Chen Song was completely dazed, his thoughts even more chaotic than when he shuddered afterward.

As a result, Chen Song directly called Lu Cheng a 'random name' that was not appropriate for him in his capacity!
Lu Cheng stepped forward and helped Professor Chen Song up.

From Dai Linfang, Lu Cheng roughly learned what a genius, a top genius, is like.

In one's thirties, to be able to master two basic skills to the expert level is already "almost unheard of." At a normal age, those who can reach the expert level in two basic skills are usually around thirty-six or thirty-seven.

Such people are all treasures and backbones of the department, such as Chen Song and Tong Yuan'an.

If you go further up, say to the professor level, in your forties, if the opportunity is right, you might have the time and inclination to break through another core skill in your specialty, but that would only be reaching the 'expert' level in three basic skills.

Dai Linfang never said what it would be like to have four or five people inside one person's body at the same time; he only said that no one would be so confused!
Someone with such talent wouldn't waste their time doing something like this.

Medicine should emphasize specialization, not 'being too broad'!
A cook who can tighten screws can be a master screwdriver or a top chef, but no chef can be a top chef, top engineer, top technician, top singer, or top pilot—all those other miscellaneous identities.

Lu Cheng said, "Teacher Chen, I've only told you this before. Whether you believe it or not, whether you think it's believable or not, it's the truth."

"Just like my answer when Teacher Tong asked me if I could go back, I definitely can't go back."

"I've studied a wide variety of subjects."

Chen Song's mouth was slightly open, and the cigarette butt fell directly out of his mouth: "Just because you study a wide variety of things, you think you can break the rules?"

"Huh, no?"

"Who told you to learn it this way?"

Lu Cheng shook his head: "Nobody's here."

"Me!~" Chen Song started pacing around the office!

He waved his hands like an angry woman about to pick a fight.

His steps were powerful, like a student in military training learning to march in formation.

After a while, Chen Song gave up: "Fine, there's no way to reason with someone like you."

"If conventional reasoning could bind someone like you, then the word 'genius' would cease to exist."

"Really?" Chen Song couldn't believe it, so he asked again.

Lu Cheng nodded: "Teacher Chen, so I think that if I just learn some routine surgeries to a barely adequate level, it won't take too long."

"If I've read 20,000 literary works, you can ask me to write a 4,000-word essay, and it'll be a piece of cake for me."

"Incision, cleaning, suturing, knotting, stopping the bleeding... How skillful are your hands now? How precise is your control?" Chen Song picked up Lu Cheng's hand, his eyes filled with the same greedy look as Peng Kun's back then.

“Teacher Chen, there was no knot, it was a puncture. Let’s be clear about this,” Lu Cheng replied.

"Shut up!" Chen Song was seriously stroking Lu Cheng's hand, looking like a pervert.

In fact, Chen Song's gaze was exceptionally sincere, even somewhat earnest, as he earnestly instructed, "You must take good care of your hands. You absolutely cannot damage them; they are an absolute treasure!"

"My darling." After regaining his composure, Chen Song's expression turned complicated and envious.

Lu Cheng felt the time was right, so he playfully asked, "Teacher Chen, can I still report to you and discuss things with you in the future?"

You told me not to send you videos and messages anymore, okay? I was afraid of upsetting you, so I listened to you.

So I made the right choice based on my own understanding, and you can't blame me, right?
Chen Song's expression became stiff. After hesitating for a moment, he slowly nodded, "Yes, you can..."

"No, later? It'll most likely be me reporting to you." Chen Song quickly changed his tune, putting away all his contempt.

Lu Cheng said, "Teacher Chen, you're too kind."

"It's not just politeness. Friendship is friendship, status is status, and expertise is expertise. If I also want to improve and even surpass Director Xiang's generation, then consulting you would definitely be the best course of action."

"Oh, right, since you have such good fundamentals, then you will be in charge of performing the entire surgery later. I want to see just how well a surgeon with your level of internal strength can perform this surgery."

"No, I want to film a video!"

"I want to film it and make Director Xiang and my teacher look like me too!!" For some reason, Chen Song suddenly became a little mischievous.

Perhaps Chen Song's arrogance and haughtiness are just a mask he wears when facing Lu Cheng. Once the illusion is removed and the disguise is taken off, he is just a young man from the 85s, a man born in 85.

He was young once, and in the eyes of some, he is still young and immature.

For example, when interacting with Tong Yuan'an, or in front of his teacher...

(End of this chapter)