Is there no limit to this doctor's skills?

Chapter 78 Healing and Saving Techniques!

Ding Xianqi looked at Liu Chuntao with a calm but complex gaze, a mixture of relief and pity.

Fortunately, Liu Chuntao's vision was not broad enough to see Guo Ziyuan's true level.

It's a pity that Liu Chuntao was so ignorant; he lacked insight into the details and couldn't even see Guo Ziyuan's true level.

Am I saying that Guo Ziyuan's performance wasn't good enough?

The average high school student cannot clearly see the specific differences between undergraduate mathematics students.

Because their skill level is higher than his.

"I'll continue, Master," Guo Ziyuan said calmly, bowing his head.

Guo Ziyuan did not hold back, and he knew that Ding Xianqi would not be able to find any loopholes in his operation.

These loopholes were not enough to make Ding Xianqi stop his operation.

Ding Xianqi nodded, but did not answer Liu Chuntao.

Looking down, Ding Xianqi observed the subtle movements of Guo Ziyuan's hands. He could tell that Guo Ziyuan now had complete control over his hands, and even the electric knife he held.

Angle, depth, length, curvature, and amplitude—all are executed to the fullest extent possible by an individual!

This is the limit of individual micro-management, and it is also close to the limit of human fine motor skills!

Basically, no one can surpass Guo Ziyuan in terms of personal control.

This is the true level of "freedom of control," a level of mastery that many surgeons strive for their entire lives but cannot achieve, and the highest level of control a surgeon can attain!

Just the right amount of wound cleaning.

The knife in Guo Ziyuan's hand could move freely in his grasp.

The electric knife in Guo Ziyuan's hand can move back and forth, up and down, and once a bleeding point appears, it will definitely kill within half a second.

Those who show their heads will die!

When it comes to the detailed debridement requiring excision, Guo Ziyuan can also maximize his skill in using the scalpel angle!

Ding Xianqi's heart was filled with unease and resentment!

Are these people really animals?

How can a master's degree holder have such abilities?

Brother Long, you were already at this level ten years ago, so just how amazing are your skills now?

Is it really possible to go head-to-head with a group of old professors?

No one would give Ding Xianqi that answer.

Because after Professor Long, a professor of sports medicine, was promoted to associate professor, no one dared to criticize him anymore.

Even at the associate professor level, Professor Long had already begun to represent the Provincial People's Hospital and senior professors in the industry in a battle of "ideologies"!

What is a battle of 'ideologies'?

You can have this surgery, and so can I.

Who did better?

What is the best course of action for the patient?

If you convince me, I will listen to you, and from now on, I will be a puppet of your "ideology" and do things with you.

If you can't convince me, I'll convince you. You'll become my puppet and listen to me!

Because my philosophy is that the optimal solution is the one that is most beneficial to the patient!

I set the rules. In this circle, for this disease, I am the supreme ruler!

I will redeem and preach to patients with this disease!

……

The operation was completed smoothly and perfectly.

Finally, the operation of setting up VAC negative pressure suction was directly handed over to Liu Chuntao.

Ding Xianqi even called Guo Ziyuan away: "Liu Chuntao, call someone over yourself!"

Liu Chuntao dared not refute, and nodded: "Okay, Brother Ding."

Then, he turned his head and asked the circulating nurse to help him make a phone call.

The general surgery was far from over; his slight delay would not affect the patient's recovery at all.

Ding Xianqi led Guo Ziyuan out of the operating room. The two washed their hands together at the sink, walked through the emergency department's operating room corridor, and entered the changing room passage together.

They sat down side by side to put on their socks, looking like two mirror images of each other.

Finally, Ding Xianqi spoke up: "You went to the emergency room to learn hemostasis techniques?"

Guo Ziyuan nodded: "Yes, Master!"

"Why go to the emergency room?" Ding Xianqi asked, voicing his doubts.

"And why resort to such extreme methods?"

"Torturing yourself?"

Guo Ziyuan's voice was calm: "Specialized schools are places where diseases are concentrated, where you learn treatment techniques."

Guo Ziyuan raised his head, his eyes narrowing: "The emergency department, a place where life and death hang in the balance, is where you learn life-saving techniques."

"The essence of hemostasis is a life-saving technique!!!"

"The art of healing is learned from patients; the art of saving lives is built from piles of dead bodies!"

"If your skills are inadequate, the patient will die!"

Ding Xianqi's mouth and chin were trembling.

To be honest, he was very glad that Guo Ziyuan had made rapid progress and was also very proud of Guo Ziyuan's excellence.

But what about Guo Ziyuan's thoughts?

It really was a bit extreme, so extreme that he still finds it hard to understand.

Of course, this is not the first time Guo Ziyuan has said something like this.

The first time, Guo Ziyuan said it was in front of his teacher, Huang Zhao.

Ding Xianqi had no way to refute it and narrowed his eyes.

"So, are you planning to switch careers and go to the emergency department?" Ding Xianqi asked hesitantly.

Guo Ziyuan shook his head: "Master, why would I go to the emergency room? I'm a trauma surgeon."

"The original purpose of hemostasis was to save lives, but it can also be used to treat illnesses."

"When learning something, you can't limit yourself to just one area!"

Guo Ziyuan explained that it was harmless to humans and animals.

Does the emergency department have its own level of hemostasis techniques?

That's perfect.

The old guys in the emergency surgery department do this kind of work; they only save lives, not treat illnesses, and what they learn is life-saving techniques.

Ding Xianqi nodded: "Yes, your current skill level, in stopping bleeding and cleaning wounds, has reached a very high level."

"If you go to the countryside like this, you will never embarrass the hospital; you will only bring it honor."

"Of course, in our science exams, the most important thing is wound cleaning and hemostasis. There are no particularly specific reference levels for the other basic skills."

"You should start preparing now..."

Guo Ziyuan thought for a moment, then smiled and asked, "Master, what should I prepare?"

Ding Xianqi put on his shoes, stood up, and put his hands behind his back: "Preparing for the special exam, huh? How can you get preferential treatment without following the proper procedures?"

Guo Ziyuan also stood up, his hands hanging at his sides, his voice childish yet clear: "Master, why do we have to go through the procedures now?"

"Isn't it a rule that we can leave anytime?"

Ding Xianqi paused, turned around, and twisted his head, his upper body at an extremely contorted angle.

Perhaps Ding Xianqi couldn't bear it any longer, so he quickly turned around and took small steps to look at Guo Ziyuan.

Guo Ziyuan's eyes were clear, and his expression was normal, as if he wasn't joking or being clever.

"You passed the special exam, but you're not going through the proper procedures. What are you planning to do?"

"Are you going to argue with the big boss?"

Guo Ziyuan shook his head calmly, smiled, and looked at Ding Xianqi with a very gentle gaze.

Only gentleness remains.

The meaning is self-evident.

It's as if they're waiting for something destined and a long-cherished wish.

Ding Xianqi's hands trembled slightly in the air, bobbing up and down, and his breathing became rapid.

"You!~" Ding Xianqi raised his right hand, his teeth chattering.

Guo Ziyuan's voice was kind: "Master, don't worry, I'll wait for you."

Ding Xianqi really wanted to be like the old gay man in the TV series "Kung Fu," covering his face, wiggling his hips, and leaving in a wronged manner.

But he couldn't do that, because he still had his students in front of him.

Ding Xianqi began to question the meaning of life.

After turning away, her tone was cold, and she unilaterally declared: "You have no choice but to comply!"