115 Observing While Feeling Baffled (2/2)

”Hey, I'm not talking about the shows. All I meant was that this could be a prank.”

”I don't understand what you're talking about.”

”All right then. But I have to say, your newcomer doctor's really striking.” The word Hayato Ueda wanted to use was handsome, but somehow, he was unable to say the word.

Pan Hua snorted, but there was no other response.

Ling Ran had just completed a set of sutures at the same time. He lifted his head to look at the both of them, and he nodded as a greeting.

Pan Hua nodded courteously too, but both sides did not talk to each other.

Ling Ran continued to perform his surgery with his head low.

The surgery he performed that day was the application of the M-Tang technique on a laceration. The patient's two fingers were neatly peeled open, and the flexor tendon, nerves and blood vessels were all ruptured. It could be considered a slightly more severe injury.

There were actually four types of flexor tendon injuries: lacerations, ruptures, crushing, and contusions.

Compared to the others, a laceration was slightly less complex. It was unlike crush injuries, which were often accompanied by fractures and other complications. However, the less complex the surgery was, the more it challenged the surgeon's skills.

Hayato Ueda went to a spot directly diagonal to Ling Ran to clearly see the wound under the light of a shadowless lamp.

What appeared before his eyes were skilled hands performing sutures and a clear area of exposure.

Hayato Ueda blinked. He saw that one strand had been completed on the flexor tendon, and in another blink of the eye, another strand was sutured.

”Oh…”

Hayato Ueda was in awe. He took a sharp breath and asked Pan Hua, ”Is he really a newcomer?”

”Look at his face.” Pan Hua's tone was indifferent, but there was a storm in his heart.

Pan Hua was a specialist in the field of flexor tendon suturing.

He could still vividly remember how Ling Ran operated before he left. At that time, the orthopedic associate professor of Keio University Hospital, Hashimoto Shiro was next to him… Right then, both of them had already found Ling Ran's skills incredible.

However, as he watched Ling Ran work at the operating table again, Pan Hua became even more shocked.

Pan Hua's deepest impression of Ling Ran was no longer his super awesome suturing technique, even though that level of suturing was still something many doctors could not achieve in their lifetime. Instead, the most unexpected thing was Ling Ran's knowledge of hand anatomy, which Pan Hua gauged based on his own knowledge.

When applying the M-Tang technique, the suture should go around the back of the hand. This allowed the surgeon to avoid many important nerves, blood vessels, and tendons to prevent damaging the hand further.

Last time, Ling Ran made sure that the thread circumnavigated those areas and remained as far as possible. There were no considerable problems in doing so, but it inadvertently caused him to waste some time and slightly weakened the effectiveness of the tendon suture.

Of course, circumnavigating those areas was the most common technique during such operations; even Pan Hua did the same.

The back of the hand was full of nerves and blood vessels, so circumnavigation would provide a lot of benefits in terms of safety. Even Pan Hua did not have the confidence to go near the back of the hand while he sutured.

Yet this time, Ling Ran performed the sutures very closely to the back of the hand.

Not only was his performance bold, the palpation he conducted each time before he took another step in the operation made Pan Hua feel that Ling Ran had a definite objective in mind, and he was able to find his target accurately.

If Pan Hua had not witnessed the operation in person, he would have found that thought ludicrous.

Even with his experience of performing nearly three hundred surgeries using the M-Tang technique, he would never dare perform the stitches in such a manner…

Pan Hua suddenly frowned. He secretly took out his phone and sent out a text message. [Help me find out the total number of surgeries performed by Ling Ran.]

After a while, Pan Hua's phone vibrated.

He opened the message, took a look, and found the arabic numerals on the screen very dazzling to the eye: 482 surgeries.

”I will suture the tendon up to this point. Next, I will perform perineurium anastomosis on the ulnar nerves. Wipe off my sweat.” Ling Ran straightened his neck and exercised it.

A young nurse stood on her toes—an action she was skilled with—and used a clean white gauze to help wipe off Ling Ran's crystal clear beads of sweat. There was a sincere smile on her face.

Hayato Ueda saw that, and he could not help but recall countless mangas centered around high school. He involuntarily moved, finding his thoughts a little messed up.

Pan Hua, who had just finished his in-service training in Japan, felt very sorry for Hayato Ueda. Students were much more competitive in Japan. Those who were able to gain admission through examination into a medical institute, especially a well-known medical institute, had the most boring school days a person could imagine. Hayato Ueda looked slightly better than Hashimoto Shiro, and perhaps because of that, the shock brought by the scene before his eyes was greater to him.

Pan Hua heaved a deep sigh in his heart as he thought about how unfair the world was, 'How does a doctor who burns the midnight oil every day to perform surgeries have such smooth skin? Do you take hormones so that you won't get fat or something?'

”Good, the perineurium anastomosis is complete. We will continue with the middle finger's flexor tendon suturing…”

Pan Hua was horrified once more. 'What the hell? Excuse me? Are you serious?'