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"Why don't you study Western medicine? Go into surgery," Dean Liu suggested, and the more he thought about it, the more it seemed to make sense.

The fact that she was able to write that surgical plan after "self-studying" Western medicine shows that she is suitable for surgery.

Dean Liu even circulated the plan among his surgical colleagues, requiring them to use this template for all future surgical plans.

Lin Zhilan looked at the incision and said slowly, "I'm only good at theoretical knowledge of surgery; traditional Chinese medicine is my forte. Besides, I work at a hospital, so if there's anything I can do to help, just let me come over."

Dean Liu nodded, "That's true. In the future, if we have any critical cases, we should also call on your TCM department for consultations. We have been neglecting the role of TCM too much before."

"Um."

As the subcutaneous tissue was cut open layer by layer, the crowd gradually fell silent. The operating room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The child was very thin. Dean Liu and Zhu Weidong worked together to cut open the deep fascia and ligaments... until the spinous process and lamina of the lumbosacral vertebrae were exposed.

"Dr. Lin, it's your turn."

Because contrast imaging and MRI were not possible, in order to minimize spinal trauma to the child and make the surgical site more precise, Lin Zhilan suggested using acupuncture to determine the vertebral adhesions.

The more tense the moment, the calmer Lin Zhilan became. She took out the silver needles that had been sterilized beforehand and inserted them diagonally along the gaps between her spine...

A moment later, she pulled the needle out, but no cerebrospinal fluid leaked out.

"Dean, Director, let's cut it from here."

Standing next to the same operating table, everyone was a comrade-in-arms. Dean Liu and Zhu Weidong had no doubts and immediately began to operate.

Without microscopes, once cut open, the spinal cord, nerve roots, and fibrous bands can only be distinguished by the naked eye.

After the three people repeatedly confirmed, they finally cut the terminal filament. Lin Zhilan watched as the spinal cord recoiled about 1 centimeter upward after the terminal filament was cut, and the tense expression under her mask finally softened.

Dean Liu and Zhu Weidong had beads of sweat on their foreheads.

The surgery went smoothly, just like winning a battle.

Dean Liu and Zhu Weidong stayed behind to clean up the mess, while Lin Zhilan was the first to change out of her surgical gown.

Yin Xiuxiu, Yin Feng, and Yin Qiang waited outside the operating room. As soon as they saw her come out, they rushed over.

"Dr. Lin, how is Nannan?"

Lin Zhilan removed her mask. "The surgery went smoothly. As long as I get through the postoperative infection, there won't be any problems."

Upon hearing the words "the surgery went smoothly," Yin Xiuxiu's legs went weak, and she knelt down before Lin Zhilan. "Dr. Lin, thank you so much. You are a goddess who saved Nannan..."

Lin Zhilan frowned and pulled her up. "We are doctors. Our job is to treat the sick and save lives. There's no such thing as being a bodhisattva."

Lin Zhilan does not want to be deified.

God means omnipotent and untainted by the world.

She was just a mortal, with selfish desires and things beyond her control.

People are keen on creating gods, but even more keen on destroying them. Lin Zhilan prefers to be a simple doctor.

Seeing her serious expression, Yin Feng helped his wife up.

"Dr. Lin, she was just too nervous, but thank you anyway."

Lin Zhilan nodded slightly, glanced at her watch, and said, "The baby should be coming out soon. We'll discuss the specifics with the doctors and nurses. Once the baby's condition stabilizes, you'll still need to come here for rehabilitation."

"Okay, thank you, Dr. Lin."

"Thank you, thank you..." Yin Xiuxiu couldn't say anything, she could only thank him repeatedly.

……

After the surgery, Nannan had a high fever once, but she recovered without serious complications. After two days of penicillin infusions, the infection was quickly brought under control.

A week later, when Lin Zhilan saw her child again after the stitches were removed, the little girl was in good spirits, and even Yin Xiuxiu had a bigger smile on her face.

"Dr. Lin, you've arrived." Yin Xiuxiu taught her daughter to greet people, "Nannan, say hello to Aunt Lin and thank you."

The little girl lay on her back on the bed and whispered, "Thank you, Aunt Lin."

"You're welcome."

Lin Zhilan took her pulse and instructed Yin Xiuxiu, "The child needs to stay in bed for another week. Try not to let her sit up or stand."

"Okay, I definitely won't let her touch it."

Lin Zhilan then taught her how to massage the child's legs, move the joints, and prevent muscle atrophy and joint stiffness, which Yin Xiuxiu learned very diligently.

"You take care of the child every day, is your work at the factory alright?"

"It's alright," Yin Xiuxiu replied, her smile making her seem several years younger. "The factory took Nannan's situation into consideration and gave me a long leave."

Although she hasn't received any salary during this period, she's grateful that she hasn't lost her job.

"That's good."

Lin Zhilan visited Nannan and then went to the surgeon's office.

As soon as she entered, someone greeted her, "Dr. Lin, when will you be able to perform surgery with us? We'd like to see your amazing hemostatic skills."

Everyone laughed, but they were actually quite itchy to try it themselves.

Anyway, their director had praised Lin Zhilan countless times in the department. What they were most curious about was the acupuncture hemostasis technique, but unfortunately they couldn't see it with their own eyes.

Zhu Weidong laughed and scolded, "You little rascals, behave yourselves! You're spoiled rotten. Dr. Lin, come with me, I have good news for you."

Lin Zhilan followed him into the small office inside.

Zhu Weidong took a document out of the drawer and handed it to her. "Dean Liu and I have summarized a clinical report, which is prepared for publication in medical journals in the capital and Shanghai. Your surgical plan has been added to it verbatim, without changing a single word."

Dean Liu is away on a business trip these past few days. He asked me to ask you if there's anything you'd like to add.

"Yes," Lin Zhilan replied immediately.

After joining the army, Lin Zhilan kept reading newspapers.

In the broader medical context, traditional Chinese medicine is currently receiving very little attention.

Policies are implemented layer by layer from above, but when they reach the local level, they often become distorted.

In many places, traditional Chinese medicine is criticized as feudal dross. Hopefully, if traditional Chinese medicine content were published in authoritative newspapers or periodicals, it would have some impact.

Moreover, there are many things that traditional Chinese medicine can do in assisting treatment and rehabilitation for tethered spinal cord disease, and Lin Zhilan plans to organize and write them down.

"Director Zhu, I will submit the report to you tomorrow."

"No problem," Director Zhu glanced outside and asked softly, "Dr. Lin, can I learn your acupuncture technique? Just the one for stopping bleeding."

Lin Zhilan shook her head helplessly. "Director Zhu, I dare not teach you. It's ideal if there's no bleeding during surgery, of course, but what if you overlook important blood vessels because there's too little bleeding?"

Not to mention that the words "stop bleeding" are easy to say, Lin Zhilan has been practicing this for several years. She dares to do it because she has the confidence, but others certainly do not.

Director Zhu slammed his hand on the table. "Oh dear, how come I didn't think of that?"

Bleeding itself is a signal.

After chatting for a few minutes, Lin Zhilan said goodbye and went home.

As soon as we entered the alley, Liu Chunhua rushed over, "Dr. Lin, you should go back now! Your house has become a daycare center!"