Gou in the operating room to add some upgrades

Chapter 38: Who among the serious people has mastered the suturing technique to level 4? ! (For collection, for follow-up)
"Teacher, I am Fang Xian, a student in the suture group." Fang Xian heard that the two people suddenly became so serious and quickly replied.

Fang Xian heard from Lin Hui that the time to transfer operation items is half a year of training, or level 4 skills.

But Fang Xian thought to himself, he just reached it ahead of schedule, so he shouldn't be forced to move the operation project, right?

"Fang Xian, the suture team? There seems to be such a person. Who is your instructor?" The other party hesitated for a moment, then continued to ask.

"Stop it first!" Another person directly stopped Fang Xian's operation.

Fang Xian is also very sensible in giving orders and prohibitions.

The operation opportunities for the students in the operation group are all given by their superiors. He can call you to suture, or stop you from coming, let you start, or call you to end, this is the authority of the chief surgeon!
Even if Fang Xian was not happy, he had to stop the suturing and hand over the equipment.

The middle-aged man immediately took the needle holder and suture needle in his hand, and started to sew up by himself.

Tracing Fang Xian's identity is an investigation, but the patient's surgery still needs to continue!

"Lin Hui!" Fang Xian didn't know what the other party was going to do now, so he just took a few steps away from the operating table and got out of the way of the operation.

The other party obviously knew Lin Hui and knew that there was such a person in the trauma center.

"Is Teacher Lin Hui on the operating room channel?" the other party asked.

Got the reply: "Lin Hui is not in the operating room today."

"Wait a moment." A professor facing Fang Xian began to take off his gloves, unbutton his sterile surgical gown and step down, and at the same time motioned for Fang Xian to step down as well.

Fang Xian didn't know what the rules were in this operating room, so he could only follow them.I’m just feeling depressed, why am I being asked to stop the operation even though my suturing skills are so good?
1 minute later.

The automatic foot-operated sensor door of the operating room was stepped open.

"What's going on in Room 9?" The person who came in was probably in her fifties, and she was a woman wearing a floral hat.

"Professor Wang, this person said that he is Fang Xian, a classmate of the suturing team in the operating room, but his suturing skills are level 4. I am not sure of his identity..." The person who spoke was polite and very natural.

While speaking, the woman in the floral hat and the speaker turned their heads to look at Fang Xian at the same time.

"Are you the student who just entered the suturing team of the operating room yesterday?" Professor Wang's tone was full of suspicion and a hint of complexity.

Fang Xian nodded: "Yes, teacher."

He didn't dare to call out, he wasn't sure if this was the Professor Wang that the middle-aged man opposite him was talking about.

"Come out with me and I'll check your information."

"Professor Chen, please continue the operation. Thank you for your hard work." The woman in the floral hat said politely to the people on the operating room stage.

After the others nodded politely, Fang Xian was led out by the woman in the floral hat.

Fang Xian couldn't tell how old the other party was, so he just followed him all the way. The woman didn't speak a word all the way until she arrived at the suture team's lounge.

She turned around and signaled Fang Xian to quickly turn over the previous badge.

The trauma center is still a department within the hospital, so there are no special badges and identification signs.

Fang Xian took out the trauma surgery badge and took off the mask. There was Fang Xian's photo, detailed information on the training department and grade on the badge.

After examining them one by one, the woman in the floral hat returned the documents to Fang Xian.

He asked softly, "Didn't you tell your teacher Lin Hui about your specific situation? According to your current situation, you don't need to waste time in the stitching team."

"My surname is Wang, you can call me Teacher Wang." The other party did not forget to introduce his identity at this time.

Fang Xian's eyes flickered and asked: "Teacher, do we have to change groups? I think it would be good to practice more suturing!"

Operations such as debridement and incision are good, but compared with the damage to the disease, unless you go to the debridement group, otherwise, if you just do an incision, the amount of damage will not be much.

The amount of damage is not much, which means that the income from skill points will decrease.

As Fang Xian said this, he asked Professor Wang's woman in the floral hat to take off her mask.

After Fang Xian saw the other person's face clearly, his pupils shrank sharply, and he was about to cry out.

The person named Professor Wang said: "There is no private title here, you should call me Professor Wang."

Fang Xian nodded hesitantly.

Because of this woman, he knew, and when he came to the Affiliated Hospital of Shonan University for regular training, and many New Years and holidays, the other party invited him to dinner, this is his aunt.

Although he is not a biological uncle, Uncle Fang Yun is relatively close to his family.

Before, Fang Xian only knew that Professor Wang worked at the Shonan University Affiliated Hospital, but he didn't know which department his aunt worked in or what position she held.

But Fang Xian never expected that he would meet his aunt in the trauma center.

"Is your stomach okay?" Wang Huan pulled the mask back on and asked.

When Fang Xian was taken to the emergency department, Wang Huan also went to see Fang Xian after hearing about it. After making sure that he was fine, he returned to work.

"Professor Wang, it's much better. Now I eat on time every day and drink soda water. I don't feel anything special." Fang Xian felt that calling Professor Wang was awkward, but he held back the awkwardness.

"What's the matter with you? Why do you want to practice suture so deeply?" Wang Huan then asked back.

Fang Xian thought, if he had known that his aunt was a professor here, would he have become a master's student instead of a regular trainee during the re-examination stage for graduate students last year?
But think about it, even if you get a master's degree in this way, it would be a bit shameful, so I discarded this idea.

"Professor Wang, even if you practice slowly, you don't know where to start, so you just practice whatever you want, right?"

"Is it okay?" Fang Xian asked.

Wang Huan smiled when he heard the words, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were slightly wrinkled: "The problem is definitely not a problem, but ordinary medical workers, unless they are in hand surgery, burns and cosmetic surgery, will not practice sutures so deeply."

"Because it's not necessary!"

"The road to medicine is long. It is not advisable to waste too much time on irrelevant operations." Wang Huan explained this, but secretly complained in his heart.

Who in general has practiced suturing so deeply?You haven’t reached the level and strength to do basic clinical research yet.

"Professor Wang, can I still stay in the suture group? Or do I have to go to the trauma group or the incision group?" Fang Xian asked in a low voice, with a hidden request in his eyes.

The amount of surgery in the debridement group was small, and the skill points for incision were fewer. In fact, completing the suturing was of great help to me.

It was also out of curiosity that I had to find out what the level 4 skills were like, otherwise, there would be no need for such extraneous matters.

But who is not curious?

Wang Huan narrowed his eyes when he heard this, with an indescribable temperament, and said: "According to the principle, level 4 skills and half a year, that is, when changing groups, we will not waste too much time on suturing."

“After all, the primary purpose of a trauma center is to save lives.”

"Do you still want to continue practicing suturing?" As a professor, Wang Huan knew that the higher the level of basic skills, the better it would help the growth of surgical skills, so he asked Fang Xian about his intention.

Fang Xian nodded.

He asked softly: "I don't know if it's possible."

"It's natural for you to have such an idea. I am currently the teaching secretary of the operating room of the trauma center. Even if you transfer from the trauma surgery department, I am also responsible for reviewing the materials and deciding whether to include them."

"You don't want to switch to cosmetology in the future, so you are more prepared for suturing, right?"

"Otherwise, debridement and incision are the most basic and core of surgical skills!" Wang Huan regarded Fang Xian as a junior, so he gave a few more pointers.

Fang Xian shook his head: "Professor Wang, I just want to practice. It doesn't matter if I can't."

Fang Xian doesn't have to sew up, just slow down if his skills are slow, don't make things difficult for auntie.

When Wang Huan heard this, he raised his head slightly, and after thinking for a while, he said: "Just practice as you practice. In this case, you will jump into the bilateral group, and enter the suturing group and the incision group at the same time. It is up to you to weigh the pros and cons."

"After all, geniuses should be given more freedom to make their own decisions." Wang Huan glanced at Fang Xian as he spoke, his mind wandering a little -

The Fang family is a big family, but apart from Fang Xian and his grandfather's uncle Fang Yun, the Fang family didn't produce any scholars. This Fang Xian...

Not the right time!

Pure nonsense!Wang Huan quickly dismissed this idea, and even scolded himself for being old and disrespectful!
"Thank you, Professor Wang." Fang Xian bowed slightly, watching his aunt leave.

(End of this chapter)