Dr. Chung’s 90s

No matter what Zhong Yu was thinking in his heart, his face remained calm.

Director Ji would not laugh at her whims, but she did not want to reveal her true feelings to outsiders too much.

After hearing her words, Ji Xueli showed appreciation in his eyes.

“It’s very rare to have goals for the future and be able to keep your temper and work steadily.”

Zhong Yu calmly picked up fried dumplings dipped in vinegar and said with a smile:
"Director Ji, please don't praise me. I'm just too inexperienced and I'm afraid of ruining the teacher's reputation when I go out."

Ji Xueli's understanding of women was still at the stage where they loved dressing up and were good at washing and cooking.

Most of the women around him put their family first. Even if they worked very hard during their studies, they only wanted to find a decent job so that they could choose better partners.

Only Zhong Yu truly loves this career and is still working hard towards a clear goal.

Ji Xueli feels that she is the same kind as him, and they have the same dedication to their professional fields.

In the end, Ji Xueli paid for the breakfast because Zhong Yu didn't like to mess with trivial matters.

The two walked to the hospital together, discussing matters related to the surgery on the way.

When it came to suturing, Ji Xueli took the initiative to ask Zhong Yu for advice.

"Tension is a very important link among the many factors that lead to scar formation. How can we provide patients with an efficient, convenient, and powerful tension reduction effect, thereby reducing the risk of postoperative scar hyperplasia and widening, and improving postoperative results?"

Female neurosurgery patients are very concerned about postoperative scars, so Ji Xueli has also been studying suturing skills recently.

Although the surrounding environment is noisy, it has no impact on Director Ji.

He looked at Zhong Yu sincerely, and he had his own persistence in dealing with academic issues.

It was normal for colleagues to chat in the field of professional knowledge, and Zhong Yu didn't dislike it.

She slowed down and said in a gentle voice:
"Factors that affect scar formation include heredity, age, local skin tension, inflammatory response, etc. Tension is an important factor in pathological scar formation. Taking scar plastic surgery in our plastic surgery department as an example, I will use fishbone sutures to reduce tension. technology."

This technology is not yet popular, but Zhong Yu has widely used it in clinical practice.

This is why Guo Pengfei wants to study behind her. You can always learn more practical new technologies by following her.

Ji Xueli frowned slightly, "I also know the tension-reducing suture technique. Did you figure out the fishbone suture yourself?"

Zhong Yu shook her head. She didn't have the shamelessness to do anything to herself.

"I learned from the teacher before and then improved it myself before applying it to clinical practice."

Ji Xueli admires her spirit of research. What is even more valuable is that she can learn and apply it flexibly and can operate according to the actual situation of the patient.

He couldn't wait to ask: "Can you elaborate on it in detail?"

Zhong Yu was a little funny, Director Ji was a pure person, and his eagerness for knowledge made him look less cold and serious.

She didn't show off, she spoke eloquently.

"First of all, the design of the surgical incision is very important. Not only should the lesion be removed as much as possible, but also the normal and available skin around it should be preserved as much as possible. For wider and larger lesions, adjacent skin flaps can be designed, and the lesions can be removed by advancement or rotation. Covers the sutured wound with less tension while preventing the removal of too much normal skin.”

Ji Xueli was so fascinated by this that he couldn't leave. The two of them stood at the entrance of the hospital. After digesting the knowledge she said, they asked again:
“What should we do if the wound formed after removal of the lesion due to some special scar surgeries is different from the expected one due to tension?”

Zhong Yu shrugged, "Then it's a bit more troublesome. Re-evaluate and design the incision and suturing plan after the lesion is removed. These details cannot be taken lightly."

Ji Xueli nodded in agreement and motioned for her to continue.

"After resection of the lesion, the subcutaneous tissue around the incision edge needs to be peeled off to both sides to increase the mobility of the incision edge. Generally, tissue scissors or electrosurgery are used to peel off the fascial layer. The layers must be clear to reduce bleeding and to reduce tension. Suture well prepared.”

Ji Xueli felt the same way and said: "These are jobs that require attention to detail."

Zhong Yu nodded with a smile and said in a relaxed tone: "The aesthetics of the postoperative results of plastic surgery are very important. Only by doing the details well can the results be achieved."

Ji Xueli thought her words made sense, and Zhong Yu continued:
“Before the incision is sutured, trim the excess dermal tissue and subcutaneous fat at the incision edge to make it flush with the epidermis, which is conducive to the close tension-free fine alignment of the epidermis and dermis. In addition, there is more fat in the chest, back, and abdomen. At the site, excess fat tissue at the bottom of the wound can also be removed to reduce the tension during suturing the incision.”

Ji Xueli listened with such concentration that Zhong Yu had the illusion that he was giving a lecture to the students.

She shook her head in amusement to drive away the inexplicable things in her mind.

"Tension-reducing suturing is the focus of all steps in scar plastic surgery, and it largely determines the prognosis of the operation. Tension-reducing incisions require strong and powerful tension-reducing sutures at the fascia layer. The advancement of tension-reducing suture technology relies on reducing tension. The upgrading of Zhang materials and the improvement of suture technology..."

After Zhong Yu finished speaking, Ji Xueli concluded with great benefit:
“In scar plastic surgery, appropriate surgical techniques, sutures, and suture methods are important prerequisites for effective tension reduction.”

Zhong Yu's face was full of approval, and he really understood everything when talking to smart people.

The two stood in front of the hospital lobby, and many colleagues who came and went noticed them.

Some people deliberately passed by them and listened to them talking about professional knowledge, and immediately turned away without interest.

Ji Xueli stood with his hands behind his hands, lowered his head slightly and looked at Zhong Yu with very focused eyes.

Zhong Yu was amazed at his quick thinking. When he talked about his arousal, he unconsciously explained more detailed surgical methods.

One spoke carefully and the other listened carefully. The harmonious atmosphere between the two caught Cheng Yuan's eyes unexpectedly.

Seeing the charming Zhong Yu standing next to the elegant Ji Xueli, he felt unspeakably sad in his heart.

Zhong Yu didn't notice him. She was talking about the key point, and Ji Xueli asked questions from time to time. The two of them answered questions and answers in perfect harmony, so they couldn't care less about other people.

The expression on Cheng Yuan's face was stiff. He could have left silently, but he stepped forward involuntarily.

When he came closer to the two of them, he smiled and asked in a low voice:
"Youngest~ have you just arrived at the hospital? Who are you talking to?"

He looked at Ji Xueli with vague hostility.

Zhong Yu still treated him as an ordinary classmate, and she pretended that the previous incident had never happened.

She smiled and said: "I went out to have breakfast, so I came a little late. This is Director Ji Xueli of the Neurosurgery Department of the Military General Hospital."

Ji Xueli nodded in greeting gracefully. Compared with Cheng Yuan, he was more mature and steady.

Zhong Yu then introduced to Ji Xueli: "This is my college classmate Cheng Yuan, the attending physician of the Respiratory Surgery Department of the People's Hospital."

There was still hostility in Cheng Yuan's eyes, and he said expressionlessly: "Hello, Director Ji!"

As smart as Ji Xueli, he had already noticed Cheng Yuan's unfriendly attitude.

It's just that he never pays attention to things other than medicine. As long as there is no direct conflict, he usually ignores it.

He lowered his head and said to Zhong Yu: "Thank you, Dr. Zhong, for clarifying my doubts today. I'll leave first so I won't disturb you and reminisce about old times."

Zhong Yu said politely: "Director Ji said something harsh. I hope what I said will be helpful to you."

Ji Xueli's expression softened, and she affirmed: "I have benefited a lot, thank you!" Ji Xueli didn't care about Cheng Yuan's attitude, but she didn't take him seriously either. After talking to Zhong Yu, she left without looking back.

His back is straight and his steps are firm and powerful.

Because military doctors have strict physical requirements, and he has experience in combat troops, he has an unstoppable aura.

Cheng Yuan and Zhong Yu watched Ji Xueli off, and the jealousy in his heart was indescribable.

Without thinking, he blurted out: "I heard that Ji Xueli is very powerful. Can he catch your eye?"

Zhong Yu looked at him in disbelief, frowned and asked, "What do you mean by that? What does it mean to catch my eye?"

When Cheng Yuan saw her look, dense cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back.

He reacted and explained in a panic:
"I mean, is his ability really as powerful as the rumors say? Yes, that's what I mean."

Zhong Yu has no intention of going into details with him. Some things are difficult to understand and cannot be understood clearly.

She walked towards the hospital and said in a calm voice:
"Director Ji's surgical skills are indeed very good, and he also has a strong spirit of research in professional fields. I haven't had a close relationship with the others, so I don't know much about them."

Cheng Yuan followed her, and when he was blown by the wind, his mind came to his senses completely.

He changed the subject and said: "I see that Cheng Ye's recovery is good. He should be discharged from the hospital soon, right?"

Zhong Yu hummed and had no intention of continuing to talk to him.

Cheng Yuan also knew that he said the wrong thing. Sometimes he was so stupid that it was outrageous.

"Then when will you return to Haishi?"

Zhong Yu's steps did not stop and he said uncertainly:
"I can probably go back after all the patients in my hands are discharged. I have to ask the director for details."

They had already reached the plastic surgery office area. Zhong Yu was about to wear a white coat for rounds. Seeing that Cheng Yuan was still following her, he said helplessly:
"I have to work. You have nothing important to do, so just go back first."

Cheng Yuan was reluctant to leave, seeing each other less often.

But now he has no qualifications to continue to pester. There is no point in waiting any longer, so he can only leave sadly.

After Zhong Yu separated from Cheng Yuan, he first went to check on Cheng Ye's condition.

Mr. Cheng happened to be there, and Zhong Yu greeted him politely. She didn't pay much attention to what the old man said earlier.

Mr. Cheng's eyes grew even more admiring when he saw that she was so open and unobtrusive.

Zhong Yu didn't care what he thought, she was concentrating on removing Cheng Ye's stitches and gauze.

In Cheng Ye's surgery, the dressing gauze, dorsal suspension sutures and wound sutures can be removed 1 to 2 weeks after the operation.

Although the wound was in an awkward position, Zhong Yu didn't have any unnecessary emotions. After the initial embarrassment, Cheng Ye was now relieved.

After Zhong Yu removed the sutures, he said seriously: "The patient's skin has slight edema, and he will be hospitalized for observation for a few more days."

When Cheng Ye heard what she said, he immediately said nervously: "Doctor Zhong, the problem is not serious, right? Can I return to normal?"

Zhong Yu comforted him: "Don't be nervous. The wound on the patient's body is healing very well. The skin is naturally turned up, and there is no obstacle to expansion and contraction. There are no complications such as stenotic rings, stubborn edema of the skin, and pain."

Cheng Ye didn't quite understand what she meant, and Mr. Cheng was also confused, "Doctor Zhong, please be more straightforward."

Zhong Yu took off his gloves and said in a gentle tone:
"What I mean is that the functions are normal. The edema is not stubborn. Infusion will reduce the swelling in two days. Don't worry too much."

Cheng Ye breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you so much, Dr. Zhong! I will treat you to a meal when I recover and am discharged!"

Mr. Cheng agreed with a smile: "Yes, yes, young people should go out to eat and play more. Dr. Zhong can't just focus on work. It is also important to relax occasionally."

As soon as Cheng Ye heard this, he knew that he had done bad things with good intentions. Before Zhong Yu could say anything, he immediately made up for it:
"When the time comes, I'll call Cheng Yuan too. Without him as a middleman, I wouldn't be able to get to know you."

Zhong Yu was taking notes, nodding his head indifferently, obviously not taking these words to heart.

Just as Mr. Cheng was about to speak, a young nurse hurried over to look for Zhong Yu.

"Doctor Zhong, if you are busy, please come out. The dean has something to do with you."

Zhong Yu closed the medical record, quickly capped the pen, inserted it skillfully into his breast pocket, and said loudly: "I'll be here right away."

After she finished speaking, she didn't bother to say hello to Mr. Cheng and ran out, fearing that the dean had an emergency to deal with.

This is the nature of the profession of a doctor. Saving people is like putting out fires, and there must be no delay.

It wasn't until she was no longer visible that Mr. Cheng sighed:
"What a good girl. She is well-educated and capable, and she has great merits in saving lives and healing the wounded. If our family marries her, the grandson she will give birth to will definitely be better than other families. The son of a strong mother will never be weak."

Cheng Ye slowly covered himself with the quilt and sneered casually:
"Dr. Zhong's doctorate degree is for pursuing a career in medicine, not for carrying on the family line and having children. Your ideas are really rotten."

Cheng Ye is in good physical condition, and he has returned to his rebellious self, defying the sky and the earth.

Mr. Cheng said angrily: "What do you know, you brat? I plan for you wholeheartedly. Do you understand the principle of a virtuous wife and a virtuous husband?"

Cheng Ye disagreed, "Then you can't marry me and force us to be together, right? Arranged marriages are not popular nowadays. If you are messing around, don't blame me for causing trouble."

Cheng Ye can be a jerk sometimes, and Mr. Cheng can't do anything about him.

"You ignorant idiot, I don't care about you anymore."

Mr. Cheng left angrily, and Cheng Ye pulled up the quilt to cover his face.

It's because he doesn't know the goods, it's because he doesn't want to force others to make things difficult for him. He knows the old man's nature better than anyone else.

His parents' past was tragic enough, so he better not harm good people.

Zhong Yu ran to Dean Luo without stopping and asked breathlessly:
"Dean, what's wrong? How is the patient? Where is he?"

Dean Luo looked confused, came to his senses and said helplessly:
"I have a private matter to see you. There are no critically ill patients. Don't worry. What did the nurse who sent the message tell you?"

Zhong Yu's tense nerves relaxed and he waved his hands carelessly:
"The nurse said you were looking for me. I misunderstood it myself. It's fine. What are you looking for for me?"

Dean Luo was very satisfied with her serious and responsible attitude towards her work, and said with a gentle expression:
"It's like this. Every time a new doctor comes to the hospital, my wife will invite them to our home and have a home-cooked meal to welcome them. You have been here for so long, and we, as a couple, have been very busy. We have only been free for the past two days. In the evening, you Do you have time to have a meal at home?”

Even if Zhong Yu doesn't like socializing, she will not refuse the invitation of the dean's wife. She still understands this point of human nature.

She said with a flattered look on her face: "I have time. I have nothing to do tonight, but it's too much trouble for the dean's wife."

Dean Luo smiled nonchalantly and said: "My wife likes to interact with you young people very much. I am afraid that you will be uncomfortable, so I asked Chu Jianwen to accompany you. After work, you can drive with me or her. "

Zhong Yu smiled and said: "Thank you, Dean! Then I'll go with Jianwen."