Long County, within the Scholar District opposite Huangcang Middle School, inside the temporary dormitory of Professor Chen Song.
Chen Song held a cup of tea, crossed his legs, and leisurely asked, "How is it, Old Tong? Did it et your standards for handling Zone 2 flexor tendon suturing?"
Tong Yuan'an was out for a walk, leaning against a stone pillar at the Xiangjiang River Estuary, with the sunset's red glow, the river's red waves, a gentle hot breeze perating, beads of sweat on his face and neck. He didn't speak, but was intently watching a video.
After about three minutes, Chen Song put down his crossed legs and said, "It's okay, Old Tong, just say what's on your mind."
"If it didn't et the standards, just give a few pointers. I can relay them to him." Chen Song thought Tong Yuan'an didn't know how to start.
Tong Yuan'an seed to have watched the video several tis, so he held the phone farther away, with the skin on his plump face pulling, the corners of his mouth drooping outward like a clown: "No, Chen Song, what exactly have you encountered?"
"Is he really an ergency departnt doctor?"
Chen Song said, "I'm currently in the Long County Ergency Departnt on a rural mission; if he isn't an ergency doctor, then what is he?"
"You've watched the video, and called Teacher Tong. Just for my sake, give so pointers, please."
Tong Yuan'an answered with a different question: "Then ask him if he's pursuing a Ph.D?"
The question from Tong Yuan'an was a rather abrupt pivot.
"He's an undergraduate. He previously trained in orthopedics, doesn't have a master's degree, how can he pursue a Ph.D.?"
"If he wants to pursue a master's now, he can only apply for a master's by coursework. He's not very interested in academics." After explaining, Chen Song wiped his bald spot.
"Is it that his performance was quite good and caught your eye?"
After hearing Chen Song's explanation, Tong Yuan'an's mouth twitched for a while: "Why is this guy so weird?"
"To be honest, his current ability to handle tendons is not worse than the current chief resident in our hospital."
"I'm starting to wonder if the Modified Tang thod I learned before is fake. How could soone reach this level in just a month?" Tong Yuan'an rubbed his nose; he almost provoked his allergic rhinitis.
Tong Yuan'an could only take out a tissue from his pocket, wipe off so sweat, and then spat a few tis.
"Anyway, a month ago, Xiao Lu probably couldn't handle tendons. The Modified Kessler thod was built step by step under my supervision."
"I had contact with the suturing technique of the Modified Tang thod back in the day too, but it was too troubleso to learn. According to our hospital's brothers, one has to strengthen the basic skills and advance the technical ability of tendon suturing to make progress in the Modified Tang thod."
"Isn't that nonsense? Where do I have so much ti to learn these things?" Chen Song said.
"It was during that ti when there was so tension with a few brothers in the hand surgery departnt, and it just eased up now. I thought they were keeping it a secret." Chen Song reminisced about those days.
"Chen Song, if Dr. Lu is really as you say, he must have a considerable talent for hand surgery."
"What was he training for back then?" Tong Yuan'an scratched his head.
The systematic issues made him feel troubled.
Chen Song said, "Ha, let tell you, if Xiao Lu hadn't been training, it wouldn't even be our hospital's turn to recruit him. His first choice for application was the orthopedics departnt of Huashan Hospital, the top scorer in the written exam."
"It's just that Huashan Hospital has very few master's slots; one needs to bring published papers to get in. So, he slipped through."
Tong Yuan'an said, "Then transfer, and try again?"
Chen Song said, "Yeah, those were the choices we could make back then, but that was all in the past."
"Right now, just give a definitive answer. Can he handle Zone 2 flexor tendon suturing or not? Don't overthink it, okay?"
Tong Yuan'an widened his eyes, his plump face scrunched again: "Chen Song, what exactly did you co to find for?"
"Damn it, you can't bring him back and want to use him as bait?"
"Why am I such a masochist? Did I ss with your uncle?" Tong Yuan'an cursed and began to vent.
Chen Song said, "No, Tong Yuan'an, did you get your head caught in a door on your way out? Why are you cursing ? It's not my fault!"
"Damn you! You idiot, you fool, I'm too lazy to talk to you."
"I knew nothing good would co out of eting you, damn it..." Tong Yuan'an cursed and hung up the call.
Chen Song watched as Tong Yuan'an's face morphed almost grotesquely before hanging up the video call, and he started reflecting.
Even though Tong Yuan'an didn't state Lu Cheng's capability, judging by his current reaction, it was clear he was fond of him, but as they say, love unrequited, hence the psychological turmoil.
No, isn't the ability to perform the Modified Tang thod as good as the chief resident? Is that so unusual?
Chen Song wasn't a hand surgeon, so he couldn't concretely assess to what level Lu Cheng's current ability could reach.
Yet Chen Song wasn't annoyed: "Brother Tong, give a definitive word, surgery isn't sothing to be taken lightly."
"Performing tendon sutures is certainly doable, but having the talent only for tendon suturing, don't you think it's a waste?"
The response from Tong Yuan'an wasn't as laced with profanities as before, but it was still there: "This situation has stuck, it's so damn uncomfortable."
"Just put it this way, Xiao Lu's basic skills at their current level, and his tendon suturing ability are all expected; it's part of our hospital's standard path for internal developnt."
"But at this age, having such proficiency in the Modified Tang thod is a bit beyond expectations."
"And you're telling he achieved this level in a month? And you couldn't bring him here, oh, Chen Song, what kind of grudge did I have against you in my past life for you to do this to ?"
"With this learning talent... damn it?"
I've taken off my pants, swallowed Viagra, set the mood, and now you've left. Isn't this scheming for my life?
"You continue... I didn't expect you to have such a talent for performance." Chen Song straightened his posture and appreciated Tong Yuan'an's slightly distorted face with an elderly deanor.
"I can't explain it to an outsider like you. I'm going back for a walk. Take it easy; be careful not to choke. I'll have to buy you a white circle and chip in for your funeral expenses." Tong Yuan'an retorted rather equitably...
Lu Cheng was completely unaware of this. After he sent his operation video back to Chen Song, he went back to catch up on sleep.
He had gotten up early today, so Lu Cheng went to the market again, buying groceries and at.
Lu Cheng cut the fat of the front leg at into standard slices, separated the rest of the pork belly's fat and lean parts, and cut them into equally long, wide, and thick strips.
The trimd bits and pieces were all chopped into minced at...
In this way, the ingredients for stir-fried pork with chili and atball soup were prepared.
By accident, Lu Cheng noticed the prompt on the panel flashing:
[Incision Skill has improved to (Skilled 10/10)]
Lu Cheng grinned —
Well, a kitchen knife is also a knife, and a kitchen knife is even harder to handle than a surgical scalpel. I guess they lead to the sa goal after all...
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