Chapter 76: Tong Yuan’an’s Autism!
In the adjacent emergency operating room, as Lu Cheng washed his hands and entered, the circulating nurse Wang Limin immediately came forward to assist him in putting on a sterile surgical gown, saying charmingly, “Doctor Lu, if you hadn’t come, I would have had to go call you.”
“Professor Tong has urged me several times,” Wang Limin said softly as she pulled the collar of the sterile surgical gown at the back of his neck.
Tong Yuan’an, seated in the chief surgeon’s position, turned his head slightly, “Xiao Lu, you’re here. Good, Doctor Zhang can go down and rest for a bit.”
Tong Yuan’an expressed Zhang Tiesheng’s lack of professionalism in a rather subtle way.
Zhang Tiesheng also knew that his skills in hand surgery were completely different. At this moment, his assistant was like a machine, unable to properly expose the surgical field for Tong Yuan’an.
Tendon suturing is a type of orthopedic disease. Zhang Tiesheng is more familiar with the anatomical regions of general surgery. He is practically a complete novice in hand surgery, only knowing a tiny bit more than an ordinary person.
Zhang Tiesheng apologized, saying, “Professor Tong, it’s true that my hands and feet are clumsy, and I haven’t read enough books. I will definitely study hard when I get back.”
“Thank you, Limin,” Lu Cheng said, turning to put on sterile surgical gloves and prepare to go on stage, his mind focused.
Wang Limin withdrew her hands, placed them behind her back, and calmly watched Lu Cheng turn and walk away. She scanned the operating room and felt a slight ripple in her heart.
The operating room was not spacious, and there weren’t many people, only a few.
The anesthesiologist sat in front of the anesthesia machine, one foot on a footstool, tilting his head to play on his mobile phone. It was a novel, and occasionally pop-up ads unsuitable for children would appear.
It was obviously a pirated copy. Life is not easy for middle-aged men, and it’s even harder after starting a family…
There were two round steel-faced stools, followed by the microscopic instruments for hand surgery.
Wang Limin didn’t know Tong Yuan’an, but she was familiar with Zhang Tiesheng and also with Lu Cheng, who was familiar yet strange.
In fact, Wang Limin initially looked down on Lu Cheng a bit, as she had heard he couldn’t get by in orthopedics and had proactively requested a transfer to the emergency department.
At that time, Wang Limin thought that this Lu Cheng must have a screw loose. Everyone wanted to transfer back from the emergency department to a specialty department, but transfers were difficult. Only Lu Cheng, like Tian Zhuang, came from a specialty department to the emergency department, as if he had been banished…
Therefore, even though Lu Cheng had some good looks, because he was generally reserved, and she was rather proud, she didn’t pay much attention to him.
Yet, in just two months, Lu Cheng had clearly become a rather dazzling presence in the emergency department’s operating room!~
For one thing, Lu Cheng could perform surgeries that Director Lin Qianlong of the emergency department couldn’t. Wang Limin’s performance at least 30% was brought in by Lu Cheng opening cases, which was enough for Wang Limin to treat him with a different eye.
However, Wang Limin knew that getting closer to him now was even more impossible, and it wasn’t her usual style.
Let’s just appreciate a handsome guy…
Wang Limin’s emotions were not complicated, just a slight ripple.
After Lu Cheng took his position, Tong Yuan’an immediately felt that the operation became smoother and more fluid, and his suturing operation became even more natural.
“Mhm, hold it,” Tong Yuan’an gave two kind words.
Although Tong Yuan’an had said Zhang Tiesheng could go rest, Zhang Tiesheng was clearly not that clueless.
Regardless of whether Tong Yuan’an could help him, Zhang Tiesheng knew that having the opportunity to interact and build a good relationship wouldn’t be wrong.
“Professor Tong, the professional and the amateur are immediately apparent. A little smoothness, wouldn’t you agree?” Zhang Tiesheng, with nothing to do, could only try to flatter with his words.
Tong Yuan’an nodded, in a good mood, “It proves Xiao Lu’s operation of clearing the incision is very proficient. I wonder where he learned it from.”
Wang Limin coughed lightly upon hearing this.
The anesthesiologist looked up at the monitor, then continued reading chapter nine hundred and thirty-one…
Zhang Tiesheng said, “Professor Tong, I heard our Doctor Lu doesn’t have a girlfriend yet, so he lacks experience, which is why I thought a wider field of vision would be more convenient for the operation.”
“Our movements are a bit rougher, and if it’s narrower, we can feel many points…”
Experienced drivers know what ‘points’ refer to.
Tong Yuan’an looked up, “Doctor Zhang, let me tell you, smoothness and field of vision are not really related, as it doesn’t affect the eyes in the upper and lower rows…”
“Speaking of suturing,” Tong Yuan’an, emphasizing that ‘suturing’ is a polyphonic word, prefaced, “it’s about fitting the two sides together precisely and orderly. Where narrowness meets, the better the suturing, the stronger the tensile strength, and the easier it is for later strenuous exercise…”
Tong Yuan’an was referring to the patient’s postoperative tendon recovery, but upon closer consideration, it didn’t seem to be entirely about that.
He was driving the car.
“So Professor Tong’s understanding of contraction is more thorough than mine regarding the collarbone,” Zhang Tiesheng said with a smile and a thumbs-up.
“That’s unprofessional. What does tendon （ tendon ） and contracted ‘exercise’ have to do with bones?” Tong Yuan’an looked up and asked Lu Cheng, “Right, Xiao Lu?”
“Mhm, smooth muscle relaxation, unblocked blood vessels, blood stasis, nerve-controlled vasodilation, promoting increased glandular secretion, smooth but not greasy, solid texture,” Lu Cheng said, driving the car in his own way, lacking practical experience but possessing rich physiological theoretical reserves.
Zhang Tiesheng didn’t quite understand, but Tong Yuan’an grasped the implied meaning of congestion and flow: “Is your texture appropriate?”
“I’m talking about pig trotters and salivary gland secretion,” Lu Cheng said earnestly.
“Damn it!~ I’d have to be an idiot to believe you.” Tong Yuan’an saw that he couldn’t drive such a proper car and lowered his head to start suturing.
Soon, Tong Yuan’an finished suturing the flexor tendon and then said, “Doctor Zhang, come over here and assist him in completing the extensor tendon suturing.”
“I’ll close the skin incision,” Tong Yuan’an instructed.
Zhang Tiesheng didn’t doubt him and immediately agreed, starting to move to the opposite side on the operating table at a standard distance.
Lu Cheng glanced at Tong Yuan’an, estimating that Tong Yuan’an still wanted to see him perform the extensor tendon suturing using the Tajima Suturing Technique.
This could be seen from the fact that Tong Yuan’an only sutured the flexor tendon in the multiple tendon injuries.
The technique was beneficial to the patient. Tong Yuan’an’s persistence was like feeding skill points directly to his mouth; why would Lu Cheng refuse?
He picked up another set of microsurgical instruments and began to enter and exit with the needle!
Tong Yuan’an was only suturing the skin, so it was naturally faster. After he finished, he paid attention to the details of Lu Cheng’s operation.
The more he watched, the more engrossed he became.
He kept muttering, “Thirty-two, thirty, thirty-two, thirty, you can understand, right…”
Zhang Tiesheng asked, “Professor Tong, what are thirty-two and thirty? Is there something unusual?”
Tong Yuan’an said in a low voice, “I was probably around thirty-two years old before I had the suturing skill that Xiao Lu currently possesses, and he’s only thirty.”
“Moreover, these suturing techniques?” Tong Yuan’an finished watching, then narrowed his chubby eyes, looked up, and began to reminisce with emotion.
It was clear that jealousy had made his “autism” flare up again.
It should be understood that Lu Cheng was not a professional hand surgeon, had not undergone formal hand surgery training, and had not even had many teachers guide him properly before…
Yet, despite this, Lu Cheng at this age not only had such profound basic suturing skills but also mastered tendon suturing techniques in such an unreasonable way.
“Brother Zhang, it’s Teacher Tong who taught well,” Lu Cheng said.
Tong Yuan’an’s chin and fat beneath the mask trembled. Although he knew Lu Cheng was using him as a pawn, he couldn’t refute a single word.
I taught well, my foot!~
“Professor Tong is a Full Professor at Xiangya Hospital, so his teaching ability must be top-notch!~” Zhang Tiesheng offered some flattery.
Tong Yuan’an’s fleshy face trembled even more violently…
