Chapter 667 - 332: This Is Fate!

May 7th, the weather was drizzling.

Water stains on the glass outside the ward formed into a web-like pattern and dripped down.

By the window, Xiang Yaojun helped tuck in the blanket for his sleeping son and looked at his wife: "I'm going out for a while."

"Call me if you need anything."

The middle-aged woman frowned deeply: "Smoke less, the doctor said second-hand smoke affects the healing of the child's wounds!"

Although Xiang Yaojun said he would quit smoking, the middle-aged woman knew it wouldn't happen overnight.

For someone doing manual labor, he occasionally needed a bit of "comfort" to relax.

Xiang Yaojun shook his head: "Not smoking, just taking a walk downstairs."

The middle-aged woman's gaze focused on her son's injured leg, wrapped in a white coat.

At just nine years old, he had already lost his toes and ankle, the woman was also a bit dazed, not responding to her husband…

Xiang Yaojun rubbed his eyes and walked out of the ward, out of the trauma department, out of the surgical building.

The sky was dark, and the drizzle continued.

Xiang Yaojun sat on the hard plastic chair in the corridor leading from the emergency department to outpatient services, the corridor was shadows, one side in darkness, the other brightly lit.

People were coming and going, none looked in this direction.

He didn't know how much time passed before Xiang Yaojun suddenly stood up, moving towards the bright area.

As he was about to step into the light, he stopped and listened.

A not very old white coat hurriedly said: "That recent surgery, if no one had rushed us, the quality could've been better."

Another white coat thought for a moment and said: "There was no other way, treatment is treatment, saving lives is saving lives."

"If you arrived a bit later, yet another family would be shattered."

"Besides, I think my own technique was okay, right?"

The first white coat speaking said: "You see, if I speak directly, you might misunderstand me."

"What I mean is, once wound cleaning reaches a certain level, you don't have to stick with rigid methods anymore."

"In wound cleaning, the most important skill is steady control, which every high-level surgeon must achieve."

"But once reaching a certain mastery, this control hits its limit."

"No matter how meticulous further precision might be, it's just a 0.01mm movement; such minute movements become meaningless beyond a point."

"Faced with this limitation, our predecessors were incredibly smart; they thought of integrating their theories into specific practices."

"Thus emerged insight, perspective, and operational styles."

"And this is where direction comes into play."

"Most evidently, some surgical pioneers believe that cleaning means strict cleaning, removing all necrotic and potentially infected tissues."

"However, some believe that cleaning doesn't need to be overly thorough, allowing infected and sub-necrotic tissues to remain, attempting vascular reconstruction to offer more soft tissue to the patient."

"But doing so increases the risk of infection."

"Due to this conflict, we can only choose one path, as no objective standards for advancement; only how much of your ideas and thinking you can express through your hands matters."

"And more mystically, after a certain point, practice becomes art."

"As far as I know, above my level exists something called the Ruyi Realm."

"There you can act with true ease, and those proficient are said to be able to peel back the nerve membrane directly."

"Although I don't know if it's true."

What they were discussing was utterly incomprehensible to Xiang Yaojun.

Soon, another voice interrupted their conversation.

"Director Lu, Dr. Dai, Director Chen Hedong from the trauma department called… saying it's damage transferred from Feng County…"

"But I told them you were about to get off work."

——

Lu Cheng looked at Zhang Zixu with short-cropped hair, who wore a flattering expression, his eyes clever, each expression marked with the word 'pleasing'.

He hoped for the day Lu Cheng would notice and select him, allowing him to replace Liu Nongqiu.

"What time is it?" Lu Cheng asked Dai Linfang.

"Just got out of the operating room, around 7:33 PM, so now it should be about 7:50 PM!"

"No matter what, let's eat first?"

After speaking, Dai Linfang asked Zhang Zixu: "How long has the patient been injured?"

"Reportedly injured two hours ago, transferred fairly timely."

Dai Linfang made a decision for Lu Cheng: "Then go ahead and respond, get the pre-surgery preparations done, write optional amputation on the surgical technique consent form."

"Currently, it's not like we can handle all damage."

"How old is the patient?"

"If the patient is elderly, also do a lung CT!"

"Last month's incident, sudden decrease in blood oxygen levels on the table was quite shocking."

"Although it's an emergency surgery, if not too rushed, it's best to complete things first."

Zhang Zixu worked diligently: "Patient is not very old, twenty-two, doesn't smoke, a girl."

"Oh, by the way, Director Lu."

"Tonight, teachers from the respiratory and cardiology departments ordered takeout."

"It seemed there were extra portions, so I distributed some."

"Yours and Brother Dai's are kept, should be enough."

Dai Linfang's eyes glinted as he looked at Lu Cheng: "If people like you aren't wealthy, who is?"

"No smoking, no betel nuts, and meals are treated."

"If you don't save money, who will?"

Lu Cheng turned and walked towards the rest area: "Got free meals but still can't shut your mouth, huh?"

"Eat it if you want!"

Recently, Lu Cheng indeed received quite a few invites.

It was the first time Lu Cheng felt the colleagues' affection…

Apparently, doctors with great skills enjoy such remarkable benefits and services.