Chapter 52: The Surgery Was a Success

This left Song Suo completely stunned.

For a moment, an awkward expression appeared on his face.

Yet, even more than this awkwardness, a profound sense of shock washed over him.

This kid actually knows his stuff!

He really does know how to do this!

He wasn't just bragging at all.

Since that was the case, why not watch and see?

Song Suo was not someone stubbornly set in his ways. If Fang Ziyan truly possessed greater skill than him, it would only benefit the patient and do no harm.

Therefore, he closed his mouth again, stepped aside, and closely observed Fang Ziyan's every movement.

Naturally, he was not the only one watching Fang Ziyan at that moment.

Many people all around were staring at him—heads and deputy heads of various departments, and even Wang Xuewen.

Shao Gang lowered his voice and took the initiative to speak up, "President, a talent like young Fang shouldn't be staying in the Emergency Department."

"The surgery he performed last time was brilliantly executed. I think we should transfer him to our Neurosurgery Department."

"Talking nonsense! This is a surgery for our Department of Orthopedics!"

Before he could finish, the head of the Orthopedics Department nearby snapped in rebuke, then immediately turned to the president.

"President, in my view, this young comrade will have his best development in our Orthopedics Department!"

As his voice trailed off, someone else nearby prepared to speak.

However, this time, Wang Xuewen glared at them, cutting their words short right in their throats.

"All of you, shut your mouths, keep it quiet, and wait until the surgery is over!"

Everyone stopped talking, their gazes locked unwaveringly onto Fang Ziyan, much like a thirty-year-old virgin man laying eyes upon a fully undressed beauty.

Fortunately, Fang Ziyan was completely focused on the surgery at that moment.

Otherwise, the sheer intensity of the surrounding gazes would likely have made him feel a scorching heat.

Soon enough, under the intimidating presence of President Wang, everyone closed their mouths and quietly watched Fang Ziyan's operations.

Smooth as flowing water, extraordinarily magnificent.

Those hands were as agile as a dancing figurine.

Every single second presented a posture of breathtaking beauty.

Staring at him, everyone unconsciously slowed their breathing, terrified of disrupting his movements.

Song Suo squeezed forward slightly, eager to get a clearer view.

He Dongfang was also engrossed in watching and involuntarily let out a soft sound of admiration.

Before he could even finish, Song Suo glared right at him.

Damn it, what are you making noises of admiration for?

I was invited here by your president, yet you're making sounds at me.

Besides, do you even understand this surgery well enough to be watching?

And you're taking up such a prime spot?

If he had known, he should have been the one performing this vascular compression task.

Alas, manual hemostasis wasn't that simple; it required genuine skill.

A sudden surge of appreciation for talent arose within Song Suo.

Such an exceptional talent—what sense did it make to keep him in a traditional Chinese medicine hospital?

He might as well just come away with him.

Following him would open up a much broader horizon.

Song Suo narrowed his eyes, sizing up Fang Ziyan.

From initial dissatisfaction to present satisfaction, his mindset had undergone a dramatic transformation.

For no other reason than the fact that Fang Ziyan's technique was so outrageously flawless; it was pure art!

Time ticked away second by second.

Fang Ziyan's hands never stopped moving. He needed to resect the joint surfaces and articular cartilage, then perform pulsed irrigation of the medullary cavity, before injecting high-viscosity bone cement.

Next, he installed the cement-type intramedullary nail at the marked points.

Every single step demanded the absolute highest level of precision from the chief surgeon.

Followed by dusting vancomycin powder and placing the spiral drainage tube.

Such an operation filled everyone present with wave after wave of awe.

There was simply nothing more to say!

It was too perfect!

It was as flawless as a palace-grade artistic performance!

By watching this surgery, everyone could learn something valuable!

The surrounding crowd had completely forgotten Fang Ziyan's status.

Fixated on his movements, they could only offer endless praise.

Finally, the skeletal reconstruction was completed, the muscle tissue was sutured to cover the prosthesis.

Then, the deep fascia and skin were sutured in sequence.

At last, after two hours, Fang Ziyan smoothly completed the surgery.

The operation was over.

Song Suo rushed forward first, carefully observing Fang Ziyan's work.

The previously necrotic toes seemed to have undergone a subtle change.

The unblocked blood vessels alleviated the blackening of the toes.

The reconstructed prosthesis replaced the fractured tibia.

Even the suturing condition on the skin surface was outrageously perfect!

Song Suo clicked his tongue in wonder, profound shock written all over his eyes.

This kid's capability didn't seem inferior to his own at all.

It was utterly exaggerated!

"Senior Brother! You've hidden a genius right in your own hospital."

Song Suo couldn't help but lift his head in praise.

With just those words, the corners of Wang Xuewen's mouth curled up uncontrollably.

Yes, Song Suo was his junior fellow apprentice.

Yet, there was competition even among fellow apprentices.

Wang Xuewen's surgical skills were inferior to Song Suo's, so he had no choice but to concede.

But things were different now. His Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital had produced a doctor who excelled even more than his junior brother in skeletal reconstruction.

From a certain perspective, didn't that prove he was better than his junior brother as well?

Of course, these were superficial vanities, hardly worth mentioning!

Still, hearing his junior brother utter such sincere praise of his own accord filled Wang Xuewen's heart with immense comfort and clarity!

"Hehe."

He smiled without a word, simply nodding gently before looking toward Fang Ziyan.

"Little Fang, you've worked hard."

"It was nothing, President. I'll leave the rest in your capable hands," Fang Ziyan said quickly, a modest smile on his face.

The expression on Wang Xuewen's face grew even more satisfied.

Meanwhile, Song Suo went straight up and patted Fang Ziyan on the shoulder.

"Fang Ziyan, right? I underestimated you earlier, and I apologize. Your ability is formidable."

"However, staying in the Jiang'an City Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital is truly wasting your talent."

"I think you might as well..."

Before he could finish, Wang Xuewen's eyes widened in a glare.

"Junior Brother!"

"The surgery is over!"

"We should go communicate with the patient's family!"

With that, he cast a meaningful glance at the heads of the various departments nearby.

Those department heads were seasoned veterans; how could they not understand President Wang's intent?

Regardless of any internal competition among themselves, Fang Ziyan belonged to their Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.

If he were poached away by Song Suo, that would be a catastrophic loss.

Therefore, they immediately grabbed Song Suo and escorted him right out of the room, offering enthusiastic pleasantries as they walked.

"Director Song has really worked hard."

"Indeed, indeed, Director Song, we truly must thank you properly."

Song Suo was left utterly speechless, yet he had no way out.

Outside the operating room at that moment, Rong Minghai was pacing back and forth anxiously.

Over two hours had passed, and the surgery was still not over.

He knew it would take a long time, but such a duration left him agonizingly anxious.

He didn't know what else to do except wait for news.

Until the operating room light went out, Rong Minghai suddenly stopped in his tracks, turning his head with a hopeful gaze.

Wang Xuewen walked out first.

Right behind him was Song Suo, being herded along by a group of department heads.

Rong Minghai didn't dare to speak. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out; only his lips trembled silently.

A smile appeared on Wang Xuewen's face as he offered comforting words, "Mr. Rong, the skeletal reconstruction surgery was a complete success!"