In the previous sentence, Fang Xian also said that he could only complete individual operations such as suturing, incision, and debridement, and now he went on stage to directly suture blood vessels, which is indeed a bit too much.

But Professor Zhu chattered that there was such a group of people after seeing Fang Xian's ass, his eyes twisted slightly, and he nodded his eyebrows up and down a few times and asked, "These are these?" ”

"Professor Zhu, these are the senior brothers and sisters who are interning with the class. The one who went to participate in the Central China competition was arranged by Professor Wang Huan. Fang Xian returned, the operation in his hand did not stop, and the stitching was carried out in an orderly manner.

Fang Xian didn't point the vascular suture technique to level 4, because he just wanted to get rid of Professor Zhu Nag as soon as possible, resume what the students in the normal suture group should do, and earn more skill points.

If he is upgraded to level 4, the quality of the sutures under the superposition of the level 4 vascular suture and the level 5 basic suture will definitely not allow him to get rid of this chattering professor.

"Oh! ~" Professor Zhu suddenly realized.

He withdrew his gaze and said, "Let's start sewing." ”

Fang Xian began.

At the same time, one of the seven people raised his hand, and it was a girl.

Most of the girls who perform surgery are in breast nail surgery and vascular surgery.

Professor Zhu Na watched Fang Xian stitch up two stitches, and after finding no problem, he looked up at the seven people, and naturally found that someone raised his hand at the first glance, and saw that Zhou Xiyin was still in the crowd at the second glance.

"You say." Professor Zhu spoke.

He likes to talk, and he likes to have someone to communicate with him, anyway, this vascular-related surgery, no matter how bad it is, will turn the dying person into a person who can't die, and everything else doesn't matter in his eyes.

"Teacher, I am a vascular surgeon, can I choose to work as an assistant in the internship?" The voice of the speaker is quite exquisite, not arrogant, and he knows that he may take the initiative to ask in advance, and there will be more opportunities.

"Yes, but you can only do sutures, incisions, or debridement." Professor Zhu nodded.

This is a right for interns who go to the competition, and it is also a benefit for our students.

"Teacher, I can do vascular sutures!" Her eyes flickered a few times, but it was still the same.

A doctor of vascular surgery, he still has a hand in doing vascular sutures.

"You're not good enough." Professor Zhu was ruthless and rolled his eyes.

If the other party had to ask, he wouldn't mind giving her a beating in advance and establishing the first node of the chain of contempt for her to enter the trauma center.

The girl's eyes immediately dimmed for a moment, and she didn't dare to say anything more.

However, just after she carefully watched Fang Xian's operation method and the level of stitching, she raised her hand again.

As a student of vascular surgery, vascular surgery is her home turf.

Indeed, the pinnacle of vascular surgery at Shonan University Hospital is in the trauma surgery operating room, and even the world's only sixth-level vascular surgeon used to be in the trauma surgery operating room at Shonan University Hospital.

But it doesn't mean that she can't understand Fang Xian's operation level.

She raised her hand again.

"You say!" Professor Zhu chattered and laughed, the corners of his eyes narrowed, and his eyebrows were stretched into a short word, as if he was thinking about some bad taste.

"Teacher, my vascular suture is also level 3, and I think I can be competent for vascular suturing." She applied again, this time with more confidence.

Before entering the operating room of the trauma center, her supervisor told her that in the operating room of the trauma center, you must follow the rules, but you must also take the initiative, and the more active you are, the more opportunities you may get.

"Anyway, you're not good enough." Professor Zhu raised his eyebrows and replied naturally.

The girl may feel that she didn't say it clearly: "Teacher, vascular suture, I'm also level 3." Me too. ”

She emphasized.

"You're not good enough. I didn't even understand it. ”

"I'm not deaf! ~" Professor Zhu said angrily.

What else do girls have to say.

Professor Zhu said: "What you can understand is only what you know, what is in the field of vision, within the cognitive level, and what is outside of this, you can't see at all, don't talk anymore and affect the operation." ”

"If you have any questions, feel free to give your teacher or report Zhu Guangyu's name if you think you can report." Professor Zhu was too lazy to talk to the other party about some boring questions, and reported his home and name.

But as soon as Professor Zhu said her name, the girl immediately straightened up.

This belongs to the standing righteousness that is absolutely subconscious and not under one's control.

Obviously, the name Zhu Guangyu has been heard many times in her ears, and she has special respect for everything that the name Zhu Guangyu represents.

When others saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel their hearts stir.

As soon as he entered the operating room, Dong Yao of the Department of Vascular Surgery took the initiative to blow up the first lesson, which seemed to be a bit too big.

Dong Yao, a second-year student with a doctorate in vascular surgery, knew her strength in the process of forming a team before going to the Central China Division, and she is currently being trained in the hospital as a physician in this hospital.

It can be said that in vascular surgery, in the past two years, it is estimated that she will be able to stay in the hospital alone!

However, the first lesson that Dong Yao took the initiative to accept made her silent.

In this mysterious trauma center, you can encounter so many ghosts while walking?

This time, the blood vessels sutured were larger, and the number of sutures was slightly larger, and it took Fang Xian more than 20 minutes to complete the suturing of the blood vessels.

Professor Zhu has completed the debridement and other operations around the periphery, and the wound can be closed directly.

Fang Xian looked at Zhu Guangyu.

"You go ahead with the sutures, leaving the sutures of the skin incisions. Since this student wants to come on stage as an assistant to the stage, let her try it. ”

"You go out and wash your hands first, and get ready to go to work." Zhu Guangyu first explained to the other party before he looked at Dong Yao and commanded.

And when Dong Yao has made all the preparations and goes to the stage, planning to complete the skin suture incision, and secretly settles in his heart, on the first day he enters the operating room of the trauma center, the first operation of the internship with the class, he will have the opportunity to go on the stage for sutures, so maybe there will be more in the future!

I must behave well after a while-

However, when she saw Fang Xian stitch up the incision left for her under the skin, she was stunned.

The surgical incision is very flat, as if it is just right to butt together, and such a wound, even if it is not sutured, it is estimated that it can be healed by pulling it with a chain.

If you are not careful to suture the outermost layer of the skin on such an incision, it will affect the appearance of the whole surgery.

This?

Is this the level that can be achieved with a 3-level suture?

She began to feel nervous.

"Come here and sew!" Zhu Guangyu doesn't bother with her.

It's all come to this point, you have to stitch it up if you don't stitch it.

Dong Yao's approach to the operating table began to hesitate, and her steps were slow, but neither Fang Xian nor Professor Zhu stopped her approaching trend.

She could only bite the bullet and start taking the stitches and starting to stitch up.

The level of surgical operation is not pretended to be before a certain level!

The moment Dong Yao put the stitches into the patient's wound, she knew what Professor Zhu meant by what she said before that her level was not enough.

Eight minutes later.

Dong Yao did her best to stitch up the last skin incision, although there were no signs of unevenness, causing the wound to split. But Dong Yao herself knows that the suture knot she has sutured is just for patients to see.

It doesn't mean anything real at all, except for the decorations.