Chapter 18: Chapter 0017 Eldest Apprentice Brother
"Mission accomplished, reward 2400 points."
Yang Ping couldn't believe he had earned thousands of points so quickly. His confidence swelled as it seemed he could accumulate his first fortune through finger reattachment. Initially, he thought he wouldn't have the chance to perform finger reattachment, but now his plans became clear.
Yang Ping entered the System Space and went to the mall to purchase a few basic techniques, seizing the moment to complete his training.
Thus, not many points were left, only about a thousand remained, putting him in a tight spot.
Song Zimo, Zhang Lin, and the anesthesiologist nurse escorted the patient back to the ward while the others dispersed, each savoring the experience.
In the changing room, Director Han and Yang Ping, dressed in scrubs, sat on a long bench, leaning against the backrest to rest. Director Han pulled out a cigarette and offered it to Yang Ping, "Do you smoke?"
Yang Ping shook his head, smiling, "Thank you, Director, I don't smoke and I can't handle alcohol either. If it were a few decades ago, I definitely wouldn't have passed the first round of interviews. I might have managed with an iron ball, but alcohol, that's a total mess."
Director Han laughed heartily, "What a pity, the medical team is short of a drinker. China's hundreds of millions of drinkers are also short of one doctor, a dual loss!"
Director Han sniffed the cigarette, then packed it away since he decided not to smoke, possibly to prevent Yang Ping from inhaling secondhand smoke. He leaned further back in his seat, "People's Hospital doesn't have many finger reattachments. I am curious how your skills in microsurgery were honed?"
"Director, I honestly don't know why, but under the microscope, I feel very comfortable operating, just like I do in normal surgeries," Yang Ping's face felt a bit warm.
"You should train everyone when you have time to raise everyone's level. A single flower does not constitute spring, but when all flowers bloom together, spring is truly here," Director Han said meaningfully.
Yang Ping nodded, "Understood, Director, I will actively communicate with everyone and progress together."
Director Han excitedly raised his thumb, "That's the spirit!"
"Oh, if you encounter any difficulties or have any requests during work, feel free to mention them. You can also share any ideas with me anytime, whether they're fully thought out or not. Outside of work, you can call me Old Han. Tian Yuan and Song Zimo do that, it's more casual. Sanbo offers a wide platform where you can freely showcase your talents." Director Han closed his eyes, looking tired.
After eating their post-surgery meal, Yang Ping hurried back to rest.
Going home required crossing the Sky Bridge, which was wide and bustling. All along the way, there were stalls, fortune-telling, curing all diseases, and mobile screen protectors.
Yang Ping enjoyed the breeze on the Sky Bridge, planning his next steps, when his phone vibrated in his pocket—it was Song Zimo: "Doctor Yang, have you eaten?"
"Just had some food," Yang Ping had just eaten his post-surgery meal.
"Are you still at the hospital?" Song Zimo asked cautiously.
"Still here!" Yang Ping quickly looked around.
"Could you come to the lab?" Song Zimo asked somewhat sheepishly.
The lab in orthopedics was actually a large training room.
It had training equipment like microscopes and arthroscopes, which are generally very expensive and beyond the means of most hospitals. Only top hospitals in the country would consider investing in such facilities.
Normally, just exchanging greetings with Song Zimo was rare, let alone receiving a call from him. What could it be today?
Yang Ping returned to his department, where at the end of the hallway was a large room, the laboratory.
The door was ajar, letting out a sliver of light. Yang Ping gently pushed the door and entered.
There was one person training under the microscope—it was Song Zimo.
A diligent wealthy heir, living the saying—"richer than you, yet working harder than you."
Hearing someone enter, Song Zimo turned around, "Come, come, senior, I'm pretty fast and steady when I practice, but why do I always exert too much force and can't speed up during surgeries today?"
Senior?
Under the deputy director and chief physician, Song Zimo's status in his department was unmatched as the oldest apprentice brother.
To be called "Brother" now was indeed a bit of a pleasant surprise.
"Aren't you resting? Practicing with the microscope so late?" Yang Ping guessed he might want to discuss today's surgery, but he didn't expect him to be so sincere, a stark contrast to the usual Song Zimo.
Song Zimo gave up his seat and Yang Ping sat down, bringing his eyes close to the eyepiece.
In the field of view, on the fixed plate, the 0.05 millimeter simulated blood vessels had been effectively joined—very standard.
He truly was a genius.
These simulated blood vessels were consumables for microsurgery training, quite expensive, and used in large quantities, only hospitals like Sanbo, willing to invest the money, could afford to set up such laboratories.
Hospitals famous for their surgery, like Jishuitan Hospital, 401 Hospital, and 89 Hospital, all had their own laboratories and kept many rabbits and mice.
Connecting rabbit ears and mouse tails was more realistic but inefficient. These synthetic blood vessels could be obtained as needed, in various diameters, and as long as the hospital was willing to pay, you could practice as long as you wanted.
Now, the vessels Song Zimo was practicing with were 0.05 millimeters, about the diameter of a newborn's finger vessels, like the ones Yang Ping had connected today, which were even finer.
"In today's surgery, I always couldn't speed up, I had to be very slow, a little faster and my movements became too large, tearing the blood vessel?" Song Zimo scratched his neck, slightly distressed.
In fact, he was already impressive, joining 0.05 millimeter vessels so perfectly.
Regrettably, he was up against Yang Ping.
What could one do? They were simply not on the same level.
Yang Ping was very willing to befriend Song Zimo. Having just arrived at the new hospital, he needed to establish good interpersonal relations. Song Zimo was an opening—if he managed their relationship well, other young doctors would naturally follow, at least not being unfriendly towards him.
Standing out wasn't always good, but without showing prowess, one might be overlooked and lose many opportunities. It was still important to strike a balance.
"Today's newborn was premature, the blood vessels were underdeveloped and brittle, not normal vessels. The vessels you practiced with are different from the actual surgical subject. This is the contradiction between training and actual combat. I suggest you use a newborn white mouse, feed it dexamethasone for a while to create a model similar to a premature baby's finger vessels, then practice. It's all about talent plus diligence, practice makes perfect," Yang Ping analyzed the problem for him and offered a sensible suggestion.
"Actually, your talent is really high, it's just that you haven't encountered such a case before. I have, hence the experience," Yang Ping added, encouraging him.
Praise works on everyone, as the renowned success coach Dale Carnegie, whose books sold worldwide, once said.
From a young age, Song Zimo had always excelled, accomplishing with ease what others struggled to achieve.
Experiencing the setback today naturally caused some displeasure within Song Zimo, but Yang Ping's words provided a psychological way out.
If he had encountered such cases before and had experience with them, he definitely wouldn't have been so passive today.
"Try my method, and after some time training, you'll surely break through this bottleneck," Yang Ping encouraged him.
Song Zimo nodded; he felt Yang Ping was right. He didn't become arrogant because he had successfully performed a replantation on the premature infant's amputated finger today, nor was he complacent about his skills.
"In future, teach me more when you're free; you're more experienced than I am," Song Zimo said, somewhat embarrassedly.
Yang Ping nodded: "Let's learn from each other and improve together."
"Brother, you should go rest. You've worked hard in today's surgery. I'll practice a bit more," Song Zimo's tone was much more natural.
Yang Ping also wanted to go rest, "Alright, if you have any insights from practicing, teach me too."
In less than half an hour of interaction, Song Zimo acknowledged Yang Ping; his high talent was evident, and he had not a hint of arrogance, which was rare.
Having such a colleague was indeed fortunate.
Song Zimo was proud, but not narrow-minded; rather, he disliked narrow-minded people.
Chapter 19: 0018 Trauma Emergency Center
Yesterday's battle shot him to fame.
"Hello, Senior Brother!"
In the corridor, whenever the young doctors see Yang Ping, they would respectfully greet him.
If Yang Ping decides to change a patient's medication by himself, pushing the medical cart, and a resident doctor sees him, they immediately rush over: "Senior Brother, I'll do it, I'll do it, you rest."
Director Han, who had apparently taken a round from the administrative building, returned and saw Yang Ping coming out of the ward. He gestured for Yang Ping to come to his office.
He made a cup of tea and handed it to Yang Ping, who was astonished and immediately held it with both hands, "Director, please don't bother."
Director Han sat down and said, "There's some good news, do you want to know in advance?"
"What news?" Yang Ping wondered what Director Han was implying.
He lightly and rhythmically tapped his fingers on the office desk, humming what sounded like Beijing opera.
What kind of news would make this man in his fifties as excited as a child?
After humming a piece from the opera "Shajia Bang", Director Han took a sip of his Longjing tea and said: "Our hospital is preparing to establish a Trauma Emergency Center. Dean Xia just spoke with me. This center will be led by our Orthopedics department, and involve the neurosurgery, chest surgery, general surgery, urological surgery, ICU, and Rehabilitation departments."
"Trauma Emergency Center?"
"Yes, it is a big system, interdisciplinary, specifically for large-scale, complex, serious, and critical trauma patients, such as traffic accidents, high falls, major safety accidents, like amputations, multiple complex fractures, severe open wounds, life-threatening pelvic fractures, and so on. In order to improve the efficiency and success rate of treatment, the patient will have a dedicated channel, process, team, and ward as soon as they arrive at the hospital. They will be quickly sent to the operating room for surgery and will get the best care and treatment post-surgery."
"Our surgical team will be the heart of the Trauma Orthopedics department, especially my group and Tian Yuan's. The ICU will establish a Trauma ICU. The chest, general and urological surgeries will be responsible for setting up a chest and abdominal trauma surgical group. The neurosurgery will be responsible for establishing a cranio-cerebral trauma surgical group. The Trauma Emergency Center has not been established due to various reasons. I have repeatedly urged Dean Xia, and this time the hospital board has finally made up their minds."
"The emergency department will admit patients, specialist departments will be responsible for the surgery, ICU will then take over post-surgery, when stable, the patients will be transferred back to the general ward, and finally, they will go to the Rehabilitation department for rehabilitation training. In addition to our regular work, we will also be in charge of these trauma surgeries. I've already adjusted your position to attending physician. For now, you can perform finger amputation replant surgeries. As for other responsibilities, I'll figure it out slowly. For the time being, you'll only focus on finger replant surgeries. I want to break into this field through finger replantation surgeries. Speaking of which, Song Zimo brought Zhang Lin to his team, so we need to find someone to assist you. Who would be suitable?"
Yang Ping quietly listened. He made up his mind to seize this opportunity. It was a rare one. Once he could show his advantage in limb replantation, he could possibly develop in the field of trauma orthopedic surgery, or else he'd remain where he was.
"What do you think? Do you have any requests? Just name them." Director Han was very forthright.
Yang Ping thought of Little Five, and immediately said: "Director, I have a request. I have a former colleague who is a resident doctor. He was my partner for many years. Now, he is in the emergency department. Can he be transferred to our department?"
"What's his name?" asked Director Han.
"Lu Xiaowu, his surgical skills are not bad, he used to assist me in surgeries. He's quick-witted, has strong communication skills, and is efficient." Yang Ping replied.
"Hey, Old Xiong, it's Han Jiangong. We talked about establishing a Trauma Emergency Center together, right? Well, here's the thing, I want to pull one of your people to our side, Lu Xiaowu, from your Emergency department." Director Han immediately made a call.
Director Xiong, whose real name is Xiong Sihai, graduated from the military medical academy. With his robust body, he's one of the three "tough guys" in Sanbo Hospital, standing 1.92 meters tall. After twenty years of weight-lifting, he's full of muscles and quite imposing in every aspect.
Speaking of Sanbo's three tough guys, one of them is Dean Xia Changjiang, who stands at 1.88 meters and has a background in general surgery. He's an imposing figure who moves like a walking iron tower.
Then there's Cai Junsheng from the Pediatrics department, also 1.88 meters tall, with sturdy limbs. Such a physique, and he's working in pediatrics. It's surprising that children don't burst into tears when they see him.
It's rumored that Cai Junsheng has an extremely gentle personality, like a girl. Imagine, a 1.88 meter-tall man with a feminine air - enough to make you wanna puke.
As for Xiong Sihai, once a bunch of medical troublemakers rushed into the emergency department. Xiong Sihai stood in the middle of the hall like a giant, his voice as loud as a bell. He roared so hard, even Zhang Fei of the Battle of Changban would be scared. The group of troublemakers trembled and scattered like birds and beasts.
Imagine a man standing 1.92 meters tall, not skinny but also tall, physically developed in every direction. Isn't this a real-life version of Dwayne Johnson?
Xiong Sihai and Han Jiangong were very close friends, often drinking together, proclaiming their brotherhood.
"Lu Xiaowu, the new guy, Old Han, your eyes are poisonous, you poached my treasure. I'm telling you, this kid not only does his job well and quickly, but he also has a clever mind. With his talkative mouth, he can talk his way out of any situation. Now, for any difficult patients in our emergency department, he takes the lead. Where did you hear about him?" Xiong Sihai's large hand made the Huawei Mate in his hand look like a small toy.
"Cut the crap, will you let him go or not!" Director Han cuts right to the chase.
"Bro, you poached my man and won't even let me speak. Only you, Han Jiangong, would dare bully me like this. When should he report to your department? You owe me a drink, just to let you know." Xiong Sihai was absolutely clear about everything.
"Tomorrow, no, right now, right now. Have him pack up his things and come over. I'll go and talk to HR about the procedures. As for the drink, with your capacity, we better not even speak of the word 'drink.'" Director Han banged the table.
"Don't you get cocky, I'm busy now, I won't talk with you any more. I'm leaving him to you, and don't forget about the drink." Xiong Sihai's face turned red as he hung up the phone, his voice booming like thunder.
"Did you hear that? I got him for you. You better do a good job. Be on call 24/7. Let me know if you need to go out. Where do you live?"
"Across the street, go over the overpass."
"Very Good. A phone call and you could be here in minutes."
"As for the salary, rest assured, the hospital has policies. There are special channels for special talents, and I will apply to increase your salary."
"In addition, the nurses in the operating room also need to establish a specific team. The head nurse asked me to nominate, and I think Su Yixuan is good. The girl is an undergraduate and has undergone training at Magic City Sixth Hospital and Jishuitan in Beijing. What do you think?"
Su Yixuan, perfect for the operating station, remembering her eyes, Yang Ping actually felt a bit blush.
"Yes, she was with me at the operating station last time, very proficient." Yang Ping replied.
Director Han immediately said, "Well, let's settle for this young lady first, I'll think about the rest."
Knock, knock, knock, there was a knock at the door.
Upon opening the door, a mischievous and smiling face of Lu Xiaowu stretched in, "Director Han, hello, Director Xiong asked me to report to you."
"Just him?"
"Just him!" Yang Ping nodded his head.
Little Five surreptitiously gave Yang Ping a thumbs-up. Director Han said, "Come on in, Lu Xiaowu. I'll tell you, Yang Ping personally recommended you. Work hard, don't tarnish his reputation. Specific tasks will be delegated by Yang Ping to you later."
Lu Xiaowu came in, "Director, rest assured, I will definitely work hard."
These few days, Director Han was incredibly busy, running around with Dean Sun and Xiong Sihai.
A few days later, the plaque of the "Trauma Emergency Center" was put up at the entrance of the emergency department. Dedicated telephones and internet lines connecting the emergency department, the various departments, the ICU of Trauma and the operating room were also launched. Various rules and procedures were being implemented. Material was ready and staff were being mobilized and organized, everything was in place.
Director Han looked at the three big characters "Trauma Emergency Center" on the plaque, touching his forehead, looked left and right, and couldn't hide his smile.
Yang Ping felt a sense of urgency, because the only thing he was very good at now was reattaching severed limbs. When the Trauma Emergency Center would open, there wouldn't only be severed limbs to reattach. There would be all kinds of injuries, all of them critical. Fortunately, the task that Director Han assigned him for now was concentrating on severed limb reattachment.
He had to seize this time to enhance his skills in trauma orthopedics.
After all, limb reattachment was just a surgery that belonged to the department of hand surgery, and hand surgery was just a branch of trauma orthopedics.
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