Surgery Godfather
/ Surgery Godfather Chapter 172 – Chapter 172: Chapter 0166: I came for Advanced Study
Chapter 172: Chapter 0166: I came for Advanced Study
Please continue reading on ΒOXΝʘVEL.ϹΟM .After Yang Ping left, Old Han sat alone in his office, pondering silently.
The advancement of the position plan was very smooth. Trauma orthopedics, the first position, had already been taken and entrusted to Tan Boyun, who was doing an excellent job.
The second position, sports medicine, was currently under concentrated attack. By the current development trend, although it wouldn't take off as quickly as trauma orthopedics did, conquering this position is just a matter of time.
Old Han's fingers tapped the desk habitually, rhythmically. The blueprint for the development of orthopedics on the wall was clearly visible.
It seemed that the plan was progressing faster than expected. Surprisingly, the one helping him achieve this was Yang Ping, who had entered the hospital only half a year ago.
This kid! He would definitely foster him well in the future. No, he didn't need fostering. He needed guidance, opportunities, and a platform.
All Old Han needed to do was devote himself wholeheartedly to guiding him correctly, creating enough opportunities for him, and setting up a vast platform. His prospects would then have no limit, Sanbo's prospects have no limit, he would create miracles together with a group of young individuals such as Song Zimo.
Building a top-notch orthopedics department at a national level, comparable to that of Magic City Sixth Hospital, was Old Han's lifelong wish.
Old Han leaned back in his seat, the steam of the teacup wafting the sweet aroma around the room.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, drawing the fragrance into his nostrils, into his heart.
Images of the past surged in his mind. The passion, struggle, and enthusiasm of his youth stirred in his chest. Time had passed so quickly that more than a decade had simply flashed by.
The number of surgeries was gradually increasing. Yang Ping had several surgeries to perform on Thursday, and the number of inpatients in the ward had exceeded ten.
However, no one felt it was strenuous. One reason was that Yang Ping performed surgeries very swiftly. The second was that the team worked together excellently.
This mixed model was highly efficient. It shortened the communication path as all information was resolved within one team. The anesthesiologist's pre-surgical evaluation, the ward manager's surgical management, the preparation of the operating room instruments were all addressed face to face immediately.
Director Gao directly told his doctors not to disturb him with all the surgeries this month unless they were extremely difficult. He wanted to help at the integrated orthopedics department.
Having watched the surgeries all morning yesterday, he was enormously stimulated, and it kept him awake.
The gap was not slight; Yang Ping's skill was above that of others in the Third Hospital.
He decided to follow the surgeries in the integrated orthopedics department for a month. It was a great opportunity to learn new things and build a relationship with Yang Ping.
Making friends was an iterative process. With increased interaction, friendship naturally developed.
Old Gao had a clear conscience. He decided to stick with Yang Ping firmly now and learn from him.
On his way, he encountered Director Bai of trauma orthopedics. Director Bai stopped and squinted, saying, “Old Gao, you have been frequenting the integrated orthopedics department quite often recently, haven't you?”
“They have conducted a few impressive surgeries there. I am going there to learn.” Director Gao did not try to hide anything.
Director Bai spoke sarcastically, “Surprisingly, Director Gao is quite studious. You are so active in learning from a young doctor.”
“Skilled ones should be teachers. Skilled ones should be teachers!” Director Gao did not want to argue with him and brushed past him, walking away briskly.
Director Bai looked back at him, thinking in his heart, a distinguished department director like him, lowering his dignity to flatter a young doctor in his twenties, and talking about learning from him — it gave him goosebumps. Only someone as thick-skinned as Gao Yuan could pull it off.
Director Gao knew that Director Bai looked down on him a bit just now, but he didn't care. He snorted lightly in his heart thinking the more one cared about face, the more one lost face. As long as Yang Ping was willing to teach, as long as he could achieve Yang Ping's level in doing four linkage reconstructions, he would not mind calling him a master or a teacher. Old Gao wouldn't lose a thing.
This time Director Gao came prepared. Although his diarrhea was better, just in case, he used the washroom in advance. He kept berberine and montmorillonite powder with him so that the last time's incident would not recur.
He also found out from young doctor Xiao Chen how to copy a video. He even had his USB drive with him.
He greeted everyone when he entered the operating room. After all, he was asking them for their help, so there was no point in showing off. They might call him Director Gao to his face, but in their hearts, they knew who he really was. The Integrated Orthopedics was Old Han's direct forces and had nothing to do with Gao Yuan.
As for Huang Jiahui, he looked at her a few more times. Regardless of their relationship, if she could use her instruments, she must have a special relationship with Yang Ping.
As for Su Yixuan, when he saw her, he would smile and greet, “Xiao Su, you're working so hard!”
When he saw her pushing a cart full of sterile packages, he immediately came over to help: “Let me do it, let me do it!”
The enthusiasm of a department director like him somehow made people uneasy.
“Director Gao?” Yang Ping came in and greeted him. He had just come yesterday, and he was here again today. It seemed like he was going to watch the whole process again.
“Doctor Yang, I said not to get annoyed with me. I am here to study for a month.”
“That's a joke, Director Gao. We hope you can guide us more.” Yang Ping smiled.
Director Gao saw that Zhang Lin Xiaowu was helping the patient get into position. He immediately joined in, “Let's do it together!”
He also got his hands on the job, took the lateral shield handed by Zhou Can, and began to fix it with all his might.
Song Zimo saw that he, a 40-year-old man, was not only flattery but also helping to position the patient, not at all like a department director, genuinely like a refresher. He admired him in his heart. Not everyone can do this.
“You go wash your hands, I'll lift the leg.” Director Gao was decisive and insistent, not like a courtesy at all.
Zhang Lin thought he was joking, but he really did try to lift his leg.
He initially found him somewhat annoying, but now he thought Director Gao was quite amusing.
“How can I allow that. I'll do it myself. Director Gao, you sit down and take a rest.” Zhang Lin felt embarrassed. Having rotated under his supervision before, he could not bear to make him do it being a department head and all.
“Zhang, hurry up and wash your hands. Don't waste time, we're all colleagues here. Why be so formal!” Director Gao asserted, leaving no room for discussion.
Brothers? Since when did Director Gao become his brother?
Zhang Lin knew better than to argue with him. He followed his instructions and went to wash his hands.
The surgeries that took place were all routine, without any complex multi-ligament reconstructions. But even so, Director Gao was brimming with enthusiasm.
There was a difficult part in the anterior cruciate ligament reconstruction: the anatomical localization of the reconstruction of the eight-facet double-bundle. Many methods were used to locate it, but none was truly reliable. Some used the clock dial localization method, some used the osteophyte localization method, and others used the measurement localization method. There were many different methods.
Doctor Yang did not use measurement or trial and error, nor did he look for osteophytes, but his localization was extremely accurate, and he achieved it in one try. Zhang Lin wasn't sure what method he used.
“Doctor Yang, how did you manage to locate the entrance tunnels of the ACL, especially the femoral end, so accurately?” Director Gao asked. He crossed his arms and looked at the screen.
Seeing his earnest enthusiasm, Doctor Yang couldn't help but teach him- after all, he was also teaching Zimo. He said, “Director Gao, you see, don't worry about all those other things. The key to anatomical reconstruction is finding the center, and where is that? It's at the geometric center of the original ligament footprint. This is the ACL femoral footprint, this is its geometric center, use this point. Even if it's a little off, it's still much more accurate than other methods.” Dr. Yang guided the needle and pierced through in one go.
As soon as Director Gao saw this, he promptly took out his notebook and started making notes.
Zhang Lin was taken aback. Was he really here to learn, not just for show?
“But how can we know if it's a footprint? I hope my questions don't disrupt your surgery?” Director Gao asked considerately.
Doctor Yang continued his operation as he answered: “No problem, it won't disturb me. You just need to carefully observe a few cases, and you'll get it. Even if it's hard to become as familiar as I am, it's still better than other procedures. Look, in case of a fresh injury, retain some of the remnants, don't scrape them all off. Use the remnants to locate the old injuries. Some remnants might have been absorbed, but the ligament attachment area still differs from the surrounding area. It is obviously rougher. This one is an old injury, and the rough surface here is the footprint area.”
Secrets! These were all secret techniques. Director Gao couldn't afford to miss a word and immediately recorded everything down.
Director Gao observed several surgeries, and his harvest was quite satisfactory. He even helped with positioning the patient, removing the surgical gowns, and taking care of the patients – more diligent than an intern.
After observing the morning surgeries with them, Director Gao had a lot of impressions. It was a good decision to visit.
This Doctor Yang has a lot of skills. As Director Gao flipped through his notebook in the changing rooms, he realized that he learned far more here than in any previous training he had outside.
A month wouldn't be enough, so he decided to follow the comprehensive orthopedics tables for three months. He had to arrange his department's work for tomorrow.
Didn't several doctors under him always want to do major surgeries? He'd let them have their fill these three months.
Dr. Yang was unpredictable, he didn't know how long he'd stay in Sanbo. Maybe when he would be gone, it would be too late to follow his guidance.
“Doctor Yang!” When Dr. Yang entered the dressing room, Director Gao promptly got up.
“Well, any advice on the surgeries today? Director Gao, you are experienced, so please don't be shy.” Dr. Yang replied as he changed clothes.
“Not at all, the surgery was perfect, and if it's convenient, may I continue to come over for a while for learning?” Director Gao asked.
“Of course, we would love to have you here. Performing surgeries with Director Gao present would make us feel more reassured.” Dr. Yang replied diplomatically.
Director Gao was delighted: “That's settled then, I'll tell Director Han.”
Director Gao was indeed hardworking, he came again on Friday presumably after he switched shifts. Focused on the entire morning surgery, he did not even leave to go to the washroom once.
He scribbled plenty of notes in his notebook, and kept cross-checking with Dr. Yang to see if he had jotted down anything incorrectly.
Because they did not admit emergency patients, they could rest over the weekend without having to perform surgeries. This was a great schedule, much better than before when they had to work day and night.
The entertainment facilities in the hospital office building were exceptional. They had an indoor badminton court, tennis court, and table tennis tables.
On Saturday, he played tennis with Xiao Su all morning. Xiao Su's tennis skills were on a professional level. Yang Ping was surprised he wasn't completely crushed by her. However, getting thrashed was a path to improvement. The more one got annihilated, the stronger one became.
Xiao Su was not only good at tennis. In university, she won a silver medal in swimming at a major sports meeting and performed exceptionally well in the fitness exercise routine. No wonder her physique was excellent.
After tiring each other out, they both sat down for a break and to wipe off sweat. Yang Ping opened a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Xiao Su. Xiao Su had a few sips and handed it back to him.
“Tomorrow I'm going to a private hospital for a surgery. Su Nanchen invited me to join him.” Yang Ping took the water from Xiao Su and took a sip.
Xiao Su saw that Yang Ping still had sweat on his forehead and helped him wipe it with a towel: “I'll leave the car for you, I'll take the subway back.”
“No need, Su Nanchen is picking me up tomorrow.” Yang Ping began gathering his things.
In the afternoon, they strolled around the hospital, having a relaxing and pleasant chat.
Chapter end
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