Free Web NovelChapter 423: Chapter 422: Exploring New Methods
Privately discussing, or even questioning, another person’s medical skills isn’t a huge problem.
But going up to the person in question to challenge them is an absolutely moronic thing to do.
Yan Feifan felt that this woman before him, who seemed to love stirring up trouble, wasn’t just some reckless hothead; her mental state was probably a bit off.
At the same time, Yan Feifan suddenly felt that arguing with someone like this was really beneath him.
Besides, Yan Feifan wasn’t good at arguing with people.
He backed down as if he’d lost his nerve, saying, "Whatever you say. Dr. Zhou is number one!"
But the flat-nosed woman wouldn’t let it go now that she had the upper hand. She said with a sneer, "What, giving up and admitting defeat so suddenly?"
"Weren’t you acting all high and mighty just a moment ago?"
"I can’t stand you petty people who badmouth others behind their backs. If you have a problem, just say it to their face..."
Yan Feifan was something of a celebrity at the Affiliated Hospital now, and the flat-nosed woman had a rather loud voice.
Their argument had certainly drawn some attention.
All the empty seats at the nearby tables had been filled by newcomers.
These late-arriving busybodies watched the confrontation while listening to others at their table whisper about what started it.
Faced with the flat-nosed woman’s relentless nagging, Yan Ziruo shot to her feet and snapped, "You, shut your mouth!"
"It’s just an atrial and ventricular septal defect repair. Even if he’s number one, it’s only number one in this hospital. What’s there to be so smug about?"
"If he’s so great, let him be number one in heart transplants, number one in congenital heart defect correction, or number one in that... what is it... aortic replacement surgery."
Seeing the flat-nosed woman about to retort, Yan Ziruo pointed a finger at her nose and said imperiously, "You. Don’t you dare say a word."
"Clinging to a ’number one’ title that nobody else even bothers to fight for all these years, that’s the classic definition of stagnating."
"For example, so what if you become number one in the world at appendectomies?"
"It’s still a level-one surgery. That doesn’t mean your skill level is high enough for level-two or level-three procedures."
Yan Ziruo’s words must have struck a nerve. The flat-nosed woman’s face turned the color of pig’s liver, and her eyes looked ready to shoot fire.
Seeing her like this, Yu Suye quickly stood up as well, ready to block her if she got physical.
"You... you..."
The flat-nosed woman was so angry she could barely speak. "You... you’re ganging up on me because you have more people!"
"Just you wait..."
After saying this, the flat-nosed woman turned and stomped away, abandoning the food she had just gotten.
"Hmph. We’ll be waiting. You think we’re scared of you?"
Yan Ziruo snorted, shot a victorious glance around the room, and sat down.
Yu Suye also sat down quickly and said admiringly, "Ziruo, you’re amazing! You scared her off with just a few sentences."
Yan Ziruo said smugly, "That was nothing. I’ve been arguing with people since I was a kid. I win more than I lose. It’s all practice."
After a two-second pause, she added indignantly, "Feifan had already backed down, but she just had to push her luck and call us petty people who talk behind others’ backs."
"Since she was going to be like that, I decided to hit her with a dimensional reduction attack and make that ’number one’ she’s so proud of sound completely worthless."
"Hey, Feifan..."
Yan Ziruo asked in a low voice, "The logic in my little speech just now... it was sound, right?"
Yan Feifan smiled. "Sis, the overall logic holds up."
Yan Ziruo grinned triumphantly. "As long as the logic holds! From what you were saying, Feifan, I could tell that this septal defect surgery isn’t that big of a deal."
"Nothing to get so worked up about, honestly."
Yan Feifan corrected her. "Sis, for this type of surgery, there are two approaches, depending on the size and complexity of the atrial and ventricular septal defect."
"One is interventional therapy, and the other is open-heart surgery."
"Interventional therapy is a minimally invasive procedure, which counts as a minor surgery."
"But if it’s open-heart surgery, it’s a major level-four procedure that requires a heart-lung bypass, and sometimes even cardiac arrest."
Yan Ziruo let out a soft "oh," then asked in a low voice, "Feifan, so does that mean Dr. Zhou is actually pretty amazing?"
She added worriedly, "We made such a scene, we’ve definitely offended him. Is this going to be a big problem?"
Yan Feifan chuckled softly. "Don’t worry, Sis."
"You were right about one thing. Clinging to a ’number one’ like that is a sign of stagnation."
"Even if Dr. Zhou is skilled, there’s a limit to it..."
The three of them finished their lunch at a leisurely pace. The flat-nosed woman never returned with backup, so they left the cafeteria.
In the afternoon, Yan Feifan went to the trauma surgery department for his training with Mrs. Yu.
They had already agreed to operate on the "guinea pig" next Monday.
First, Dr. Chen Yu took Yan Feifan to the guinea pig’s room.
The man lying on the hospital bed had plaster casts on his limbs. He was thin, and his eyes were covered with gauze.
The man’s left eyeball had been removed.
His right eye, after several surgeries, had fortunately been saved. His vision was expected to recover to 0.4 or 0.5.
Yan Feifan gave his... ’area’... a brief examination.
The man’s... ’area’... still had a two-centimeter stump remaining and was currently fitted with a urinary catheter.
Yan Feifan then checked his left and right toes, as well as the man’s overall physical condition.
After the examination, Yan Feifan concluded that although the patient’s condition was somewhat poor, he could still withstand the surgery.
After all, while their procedure was long, the physical trauma was relatively minor.
Waiting for the guinea pig’s body to fully recover before the operation would mean another long and torturous recovery process for him.
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As Yan Feifan finished his examination and was about to leave, someone called out to him.
"Doctor, after the surgery... my function down there... it can be restored to normal, right?"
Yan Feifan glanced at Mrs. Yu. Seeing no signal from her, he slowly began, "That... I can’t guarantee it."
"You should be aware that this is an experimental surgery. You’re our first clinical subject."
"However, based on our theoretical analysis and some surgical trials, the probability of functional recovery is relatively high." ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
The guinea pig said, "Oh." He tried to form an expression on his face but failed.
"In my situation, it’s a long shot. I’m just betting on a slim hope, treating a dead horse as if it were still alive."
Yan Feifan comforted him, "The hope is actually quite significant. There’s at least a thirty to forty percent chance."
"Of course, even if the surgery is successful, a complete return to normal function is impossible. The structure will be different, after all."
"You’ll also need to cooperate with us on some tests."
"And also... exploring..."
Yan Feifan organized his thoughts and said, "...new methods of use."
His words successfully brought a faint smile to the guinea pig’s face.
"Exploring... I like that. I like exploring new things..."
Yan Feifan couldn’t help but roll his eyes...
「At 6:25 PM」
Yan Feifan, accompanied by Yu Suye and his sister, arrived at the Lotus Fragrance Restaurant, not far from the hospital.
"Sis, Su Ye, are you sure you’re not coming in with me?"
Yan Ziruo shot him a look and teased, "What, are you scared you can’t handle it on your own?"
"Feifan, you’re a grown-up now. You don’t need us to protect you anymore. It’s time you learned to face things by yourself."
"Su Ye and I will just order dinner in the main hall and have a little girl talk..."
Before his sister could finish, Yan Feifan turned and headed up to the second floor.
He knocked and entered Private Room 206, only to find Sun Le sitting alone at a round table big enough for ten people...
