Famous Among Top Surgeons in the 90s
Chapter 342 - Chapter 342 Progress again

Chapter 342: Progress again Chapter 342: Progress again It is evident that being a doctor requires skill; it is not about doing things with finer detail or more force, but about using one’s mind, conducting research, and applying clever techniques. The so-called accumulation of clinical experience is the result of doctors using their brains to summarize their work over the years. Therefore, it is not true that all older doctors are good–some doctors work until they are old without using their minds and still have mediocre medical skills.

Some young doctors also make rapid and impressive progress in their clinical work. Why? Because they are good at summarizing clinical experiences, they naturally get promoted quickly.

The laypeople don’t understand this; they think it’s better to find older doctors. Later on, the laypeople became smarter and realized it was better to look for famous doctors rather than to focus solely on a doctor’s age.

The instrument nurse threaded the silk suture through the curved needle and clamped it onto the needle holder; the silk attached to the end of the curved needle was visibly thick.

Because several layers needed to be sutured together, the suture had to be thick; size 10 suture was used, the larger the number, the thicker the suture. A thick suture would certainly hurt the skin, and there was a fear that pulling the suture tight might tear the skin, so a rubber tube was needed to cover the suture.

The nurse had also prepared this.

The incision on the patient was not large, and it was estimated that a few stitches would suffice. However, even a few stitches were a testament to the doctor’s skill.

Xie Wanying held the needle in her right hand and the forceps in her left hand. The tissues were thickened in layers–how to deal with this? It was not possible to thrust the needle in one side and out the opposite as one would with skin, so the suture had to be passed through one side of the tissue first.

Thrust, needle insertion; it was done from within the patient’s abdominal cavity through the thick fascia of the abdominal muscles, being careful not to puncture the peritoneum, then the needle was thrust out through the skin. Don’t be fooled by the complexity of the layers involved–skin, subcutaneous fat, fascia, muscle, etc.–but the patient was thin, and each layer of tissue was thin. This only highlighted why layer-by-layer suturing was not advantageous for such patients.

After passing the suture through one side, the curved needle was rethreaded through the other end of the suture, and the same procedure was repeated on the opposite side, after which the curved needle was returned to the nurse held in the needle holder. Again, after suturing five stitches, the thread was covered with a rubber tube before tying a square knot.

Thus, the suturing was completed.

Snip–the cutting of the thread was done by Xie Wanying herself. In the end, she realized that the two teachers hadn’t said a word, leaving her clueless about how well she had done.

“Teacher Sun?” She dared not ask the aloof Teacher Tan, so she decided to ask Teacher Xiao Sun.

“Let me ask you, why did you make a complaint to the Medical Education Department about this?” Sun Yubo asked, his voice bearing an attitude that he had long wanted to question her, as he had been dragged into the matter and had his head pressed down for a long time by an associate chief physician during surgery.

As for how well she had sutured, she, as a student, was always too smart for Teacher Xiao Sun to ever worry about her skills; he only worried about her stubborn streak.

“About that–” Xie Wanying began to explain to her teacher, “In fact, it happened like this, I ran into Teacher Wu in the elevator.”

“Teacher Wu?” Sun Yubo suddenly heard the last name, which seemed to be the same as that of a certain leader.

“Yes, a teacher from the medical college. He is responsible for communication between the medical college and the hospital.”

Of course, the medical college would have someone in charge of communicating with the Medical Education Department about the students’ clinical education–it wasn’t unusual. The issue was how the hospital’s Medical Education Department reacted so quickly this time, calling the clinical teachers immediately.

“At that time, Senior Cao and Senior Brother Huang were present. It was really just like that. I didn’t mean anything by it.” Xie Wanying brought up the two senior brothers to testify on her behalf; what she said at the time was about her becoming a teacher, not about other teachers.

“Cao Yong was there–” Tan Kelin glanced down.

“No wonder,” Sun Yubo raised an eyebrow.

Both teachers seemed to suggest something was not right. Xie Wanying thought as she listened.

In the corridor of the operating room, as Huang Zhilei passed by, a group of people asked him, “Is it true that your neurosurgery department likes to train students with hellish rigor?”