Chapter 118: Which Unit Are You From?
Master teachers meticulously guided the essentials of nerve suturing technique, slightly improving the skill level in nerve suturing.
Master teachers meticulously guided the essentials of nerve suturing technique, slightly improving the skill level in epimysial suturing.
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Nerve suturing: Proficiency 9/10, +1 Skill Points; Epimysial suturing: Proficiency 4/10, +2 Skill Points.
Nerve suturing: Proficiency 10/10, -1 Skill Point; Epimysial suturing: Proficiency 5/10, -1 Skill Point.
“Yes, yes, that’s right. When operating, pay attention to the strength of your hands, the direction of force transmission, don’t bend the line, and maintain a stable transmission.”
“This line is not marked, but you should form your own habitual transmission direction as a benchmark, and always transmit in this way. Never bend the line. This is what you should aim for at your current basic skill level.” Liu Huanglong looked up and said to Lu Cheng.
“Okay, Teacher Liu, I’ll remember.” Lu Cheng nodded.
Liu Huanglong then noticed that Xie Yuan’an and the others had gathered around: “What are you all doing? Practice your own stuff! Why are you watching us?”
Xie Yuan’an’s mouth twitched slightly: “Teacher Liu, it’s 12:19 PM, time for lunch.”
“Professor Xie has already called twice to rush you. I didn’t speak up because I saw you were still in class.”
Big Brother, dear father, look at the time, class should have ended at 11:30, but you’ve kept us for over forty-five minutes.
“It’s already past twelve?” Liu Huanglong raised his left hand and looked at his watch, then stood up with a natural expression: “Let’s pack up and go eat.”
After standing up, Liu Huanglong remembered Dong Qiaoshan: “Xiao Dong, how’s your practice going?”
Dong Qiaoshan’s square face was currently made up to look like a fox’s face: “Teacher Liu, thanks to your generous favor and guidance, I’ve made some progress. After practicing for a while longer, I should be able to do nerve suturing better.”
Liu Huanglong said seriously: “Technique requires constant practice; what is not used is lost. More practice is fundamental. Teacher’s guidance only opens the door; cultivation is personal.”
“Yes, yes, Teacher Liu, you are absolutely right.” Dong Qiaoshan nodded vigorously. If he weren’t afraid of sounding sarcastic, he would have continued with “yes, yes, yes.”
But facing Liu Huanglong, he dared not speak like that.
Liu Huanglong is thirty-nine years old this year, already a chief physician and professor, and has been a senior professional for two years. He is considered a “generation” figure among the outstanding young talents, and his family has an academician father-in-law as a powerful backer.
Moreover, Liu Huanglong’s scientific research output has been very rich in recent years. Together with Professor Lan Hualuo of Zhongnan Hospital, he has propelled the orthopedics department of Zhongnan Hospital forward, clearly positioning himself as the next discipline leader in orthopedics for E Province.
Liu Huanglong looked at Lu Cheng with some reluctance, took off his gloves, and walked to the sink to wash his hands, saying, “These intensive training classes are mainly to broaden your horizons, provide you with a relatively systematic growth path, and let you roughly know the upper limit of a certain technique.”
“The focus is on long-term development, not just the one or two hours of specific instruction. You all have instructional videos, and you should gain something from rewatching them later.”
Liu Huanglong was a teacher, so he was still making excuses for his ‘partiality’.
Why do teachers like students with good grades?
Good feedback!
If they learn whatever is taught, doesn’t that show my excellent teaching ability?
Being a teacher like that would be so fulfilling!
If students were all like oxen, knowing nothing even after being asked, teachers would start questioning their own lives.
It’s just that, it seems like the teacher-student relationship with this kid ends here. It would have been better not to have come to Zhongnan Hospital.
“Xiao Xie, who is that?” Liu Huanglong asked Xie Yuan’an’s younger sister kindly in a low voice.
Xie Yuan’an is thirty this year, only nine years younger than Liu Huanglong. When Liu Huanglong was pursuing his master’s degree, Xie Yuan’an was already fifteen, so calling her niece would be inappropriate.
You scold her like an enemy but call her “Xiao Xie” when you need something?
Xie Yuan’an’s eyes were distant, her gaze was distant, her mood was distant, but her tone was not distant; it was very stiff: “Lu Cheng.”
Liu Huanglong had already started drying his hands and hadn’t waited for Xie Yuan’an’s follow-up: “Whose student is he? Has he settled on a job?”
Liu Huanglong instinctively assumed Lu Cheng was a doctoral student in the department who was auditing the class, as there were already seven people.
“Neither. He’s from the county hospital.” Xie Yuan’an replied.
Dong Qiaoshan and the others wisely left, as Xie Yuan’an was part of the teaching team, and the teachers had separate dinners after class.
Dong Qiaoshan, being a local, went to find seats first, but he also asked Big Brother Liu Qiming to stay and help Lu Cheng clean up the operating table.
Liu Huanglong’s face froze, his eye corners almost widened automatically: “What?”
The next second: “Really?”
“Professor Zhong’s student.” Xie Yuan’an quickly revealed the truth, fearing a misunderstanding might arise because of her.
Liu Huanglong was not someone who feared Professor Zhong Junyun. Two years ago, he was still at Xiehe Hospital, but Professor Zhong Junyun was in his prime, and Liu Huanglong knew that his promotion to ward director was unlikely in the near future.
So he directly transferred to Zhongnan Hospital to become the director of the hand surgery department.
“Oh, I knew it. Xiao Xie, you’re so good at joking. How could someone like that be from a county hospital?” Liu Huanglong smiled sheepishly.
“Teacher Xie and Teacher Zhong must have been waiting for a while. Let’s hurry and report to them.” Liu Huanglong quickly changed the subject, but he still stared at Lu Cheng for a moment as he walked out.
This kid’s talent is truly exceptional; even Professor Lan Hualuo might not be able to keep up. It’s a shame, though, that he’s been targeted by the old leader.
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In a private room at a restaurant, Lu Cheng and Liu Qiming were the last to arrive.
Lu Cheng had just received a reply from Mu Nanshu saying she wouldn’t be having lunch together when he was caught by the ear.
“Xiao Lu… why are you so cold? You were cold in class, and you’re still cold now!~”
“Is this your ‘Male God Cultivation Notes’?” Dong Qiaoshan appeared to be a very serious person, but in reality, he was very generous and good at joking.
“Teacher Dong, you are the real male god, our idol. What am I?”
“Professor Liu just PUA’d me too. His exact words were, ‘Do you think you’re Dong Qiaoshan?'”
“Right? Brothers, you all heard that, didn’t you?” Lu Cheng was good at finding openings and seizing them.
Dong Qiaoshan’s overall strength is definitely better than Lu Cheng’s; this was indeed Professor Liu Huanglong’s original statement.
But in reality, this was not a criticism of Lu Cheng.
How old are you, Lu Cheng? How old is Dong Qiaoshan? Dong Qiaoshan can remain at E Province People’s Hospital; with his accumulated experience and talent, he has a chance to get into any top hospital nationwide!
Dong Qiaoshan is already an associate chief physician and associate professor at such a young age; how can his various talents be ordinary?
And you, Lu Cheng, are only thirty. Liu Huanglong using Dong Qiaoshan to PUA you clearly means he thinks highly of you.
Doesn’t he consider the time of other geniuses?
Are the efforts and sweat of others wasted?
Dong Qiaoshan’s old face instantly became extremely rosy, and he looked at Lu Cheng with a slight tremor of his lips: “It seems Xiao Lu has a very ambitious heart. This is good; young people should have drive.”
“But, this kind of drive doesn’t leave any room for us older brothers to live.”
Liu Huanglong was so fully occupied by Lu Cheng alone, even though he was everyone’s teacher…
