System Came When the Doctor was Thirty

The locker room remained dimly lit.

Lan Yuan and Huang Jianjun stood back to back with others, not worried about being watched.

Lan Yuan laughed lightly to break the ice, ”Director Huang, this Lu Cheng, he’s got something, doesn’t he?”

”Finally solved the problem.”

The atmosphere was a bit silent, and Huang Jianjun, who was deep in thought, didn’t have a good temper, ”Did you really understand? You’re that happy.”

”Do you really think that Lu Cheng’s technique is exceptionally superior?”

Lan Yuan’s expression stiffened slightly, his faint smile becoming awkward.

Dou Kongyue, who was with Wu Xiang’s deputy chief physician, was burly and tall, with a rumbling voice, ”Director Huang, how can Lu Cheng’s film reading skill be so abnormal?”

”Seeing the tendon outline from a straight X-ray, this level, I’ve only ever heard the big shots boast at conferences, yet they can’t make sense of it.”

Film reading skill is obscure and hard to master; if you can see it, you see it; if not, you have to figure it out on your own.

The artifact of tendon outline is defined like color and is a theory only circulated among a few people.

It is akin to the Blind Hemostasis Skill, which relies purely on talent, making it hard to replicate!

Huang Jianjun cleared his throat with a flick of his tongue, ”It’s hard to explain, some professors say it’s like a window paper, once you accumulate enough, you suddenly comprehend it.”

”Before breaking this window paper, it’s like reading a book of heavens.”

”In the early years, some people even researched how to see structures from flat films, but with CT and MRI becoming prevalent, such redundant practices gradually got abandoned, lacking time efficiency.”

”It has increasingly come down to personal talent elevation.”

Huang Jianjun then looked at the somewhat withdrawn Lan Yuan, ”Of course, Lu Cheng’s reduction technique is also unorthodox, perhaps incorporating something unknown.”

”It only overlaps as an artifact with our common modern medical techniques.”

”This young man’s immersion in trauma surgery is surprisingly deep, something I hadn’t considered.”

Outsiders see the excitement, experts see the skill.

If Lu Cheng wasn’t a professional trauma surgeon, he wouldn’t have delved into these ’unorthodox’ skills to such an immeasurable extent.

X-ray film reading skill is a basic proficiency for trauma surgeons, but it’s not the most crucial ability; most doctors advance only to the level accurate enough for common diagnoses.

There are also CT and MRI as auxiliary imaging tools.

Lan Yuan instantly realized that the film reading details Lu Cheng just demonstrated were incomprehensible even to Huang Jianjun and Director Wu Xiang, making him even more internally startled as he spoke in a fawning tone, ”Teacher Huang, you don’t mean to blame me for boasting.”

”Just blaming me for not understanding?”

Huang Jianjun nodded lightly, ”You’re normal for doing so.”

Dou Kongyue smiled after listening, speaking courteously, ”Lan Yuan, what are you thinking? We all serve as the directors’ side dishes.”

Huang Jianjun held a doctoral degree and was one of the few master’s supervisors in the hospital with a professorial teaching title, making him highly esteemed in the department.

”Dou Kongyue, what’s the point of flattering me?”

”You need to get to work now... What you’re lacking is the ability to be effective...” Huang Jianjun knew that Dou Kongyue also wanted to advance, say, to gain an associate professorship or become a chief physician.

But Dou Kongyue was already a deputy chief physician; to become an associate professor, he needed scientific achievements, and to become a chief physician required passing the ’chief physician’ assessment—none of which could be achieved through network manipulation.

Dou Kongyue, possibly stimulated by Lu Cheng, nodded slowly with caution, ”It’s time to start working, or it’ll be hard to stand firm in the future.”

”Even with the current situation, it’s uncertain if beginning the work now will ensure your solid standing.”

”Think about it, how old was the guy who just left?”

”Wonder which of the big shots overlooked him due to wide fingers.” Huang Jianjun leaned against the cabinet, tapping the cabinet door with his right index and middle finger, making a tinkling sound.

Lan Yuan fell entirely silent, his heart lingering on the label of being the directors’ side dishes...

Seeing the timely 1000 transfer on WeChat, Lu Cheng felt a bit frustrated.

He didn’t want to accept it, yet hadn’t held the upper hand in the conversation to refuse; accepting seemed too aloof.

Fair compensation for work, as it should be.

Lu Cheng decided to ignore it for now.

Returning to the trauma center, Dai Linfang was ’politely’ providing ’operational’ guidance to Liu Nongqiu, ”Think about it, when you were cleaning the wound just now, did your movements seem stiff?”

”Is there a disparity between your practice level and actual operation?”

”Do you know why?”

Liu Nongqiu, of average height with a fleshy build and chubby red cheeks against his pale skin, stood properly, hands placed in front of his abdomen, frankly, ”Teacher Dai, please go ahead.”

”Call me Brother Dai, you’ve graduated, no need for calling everyone a teacher.”

”It’s your lack of subtle control in details, your understanding of Wound Cleaning Skill is just using a knife to cut, while in reality, it’s about controlling with your hands.”

”First, control your hands, then control your knife. Understand?”

”Don’t guide your knife with your hands.”

”Though it’s a bit convoluted, you need to ponder and grasp it.” Dai Linfang spoke slowly, with a serious expression, lightly gesturing with his hands in the air.

Lu Cheng stopped hearing this; his Wound Cleaning Skill hadn’t reached expert mastery, mainly due to insufficient Skill Points, hindering him from achieving the final breakthrough.