"No problem, keep it up, I think you have the qualities to become an excellent surgeon."
Xu Man Ni smiled, while massaging Zhao Heng's hands, she said.
Her technique was very professional, and in a few moments, Zhao Heng felt his hands slowly regain their sensation.
Of course, this was also due to his hands maintaining the same posture for a long time, leading to poor blood circulation.
"What qualities?"
Zhao Heng asked.
"Perseverance, ah. Perseverance is the hardest. Like yesterday, if you hadn't persisted, that patient might not have been saved."
Xu Man Ni said softly, feeling touched.
Hearing Xu Man Ni's words, Zhao Heng seemed deep in thought.
In no time, the ten-minute break was over, and everyone returned to the operating table to continue the surgery.
"Xiao Zhao, how was your rest?"
Song Siming, rarely showing concern, asked.
"I've rested well, Chief."
Zhao Heng turned slightly to glance at Xu Man Ni and said.
"Alright then, I noticed your arterial suturing yesterday was very skilled, so for the layered suturing coming up, you and Dr. Li can do it together."
Song Siming said directly.
The reactions were mixed upon hearing these words.
However, everyone wasn't surprised by Song Siming's attention to Zhao Heng.
Even though they had only done two surgeries together counting today, everyone could see Zhao Heng's excellence.
"Are you familiar with thoracic drainage?"
Upon hearing the Chief's words, Li Yang pondered for a moment and then asked Zhao Heng directly.
"Yes."
Zhao Heng nodded.
"Alright, start with suturing, and then you can do the thoracic drainage."
Even though Zhao Heng had somewhat stolen his thunder during yesterday's surgery, Li Yang's impression of him had changed today.
Not to mention, if Zhao Heng hadn't volunteered, the one insisting on enduring for an hour today would have been him.
In his youth, he didn't mind such strenuous tasks.
But now at 38 years old, Li Yang no longer has the physical stamina of his early twenties, so he's somewhat reluctant to do purely physical work.
Now with Zhao Heng stepping in, Li Yang wondered if in the future, by operating together with Zhao Heng, he could do less of these purely physical tasks.
Just after Li Yang spoke, resident doctor Xia Xiaoyu, standing to the side, looked at Zhao Heng with some envy.
Only after coming to Eastern Hospital did Xia Xiaoyu truly realize the immense pressure of being a doctor, especially as a resident.
In two years at Eastern Hospital's emergency department, the most encouragement she ever received was a few words from attending physician Li Yang. As for praise from Chief Song Siming, Xia Xiaoyu had never enjoyed that.
In simple terms, at a place like Eastern Hospital, one of the top nationwide, it's like a large jungle, survival of the fittest, the competition is that cruel!
"Teacher, I'm also familiar with thoracic drainage and suturing."
With this thought, Xia Xiaoyu couldn't help but speak up voluntarily.
Sometimes, one shouldn't be too passive; Xia Xiaoyu rarely took the initiative this time.
"You? Alright, you both can do it together."
Seeing the usually less proactive Xia Xiaoyu volunteering for once, Li Yang nodded as well.
As for Song Siming, he had long sat on the side resting.
For such basic procedures like layered suturing and thoracic drainage, it wasn't necessary for a chief physician to perform them.
After speaking, Li Yang stepped aside, watching Zhao Heng and Xia Xiaoyu begin their operation.
"Let's start with suturing, or... do you want to go first?"
Xia Xiaoyu said with a bit of hesitation.
Her personality wasn't decisive and straightforward, in simple terms, somewhat soft.
"Okay, then please assist me."
Seeing Xia Xiaoyu give him the opportunity, Zhao Heng was slightly surprised but nodded decisively.
Well...
I was just being polite.
Seeing Zhao Heng accept without hesitation, Xia Xiaoyu felt a bit helplessly sarcastic in her heart.
Had I known, I wouldn't have said that.
Xia Xiaoyu couldn't help but think.
She had always wanted to show her skills in front of her superiors.
However, once the suturing began, Xia Xiaoyu forgot about her intent to showcase herself.
Because Zhao Heng's operation seemed incredibly skilled and pleasing to watch.
Every stitch and needle Zhao Heng performed was precise and swift, without any superfluous movements. This mechanical beauty, Xia Xiaoyu dared to say, was something she'd only seen in the chief's operations.
Seeing Zhao Heng's suturing, even seated not far away, Song Siming couldn't help but nod and said to Li Yang beside him, "Xiao Li, you see his suturing, his basic skills are very solid."
"Yes, among the young doctors in our department, no one's basic skills match his."
Li Yang nodded, saying truthfully.
This place, the hospital, it can be complicated, dealing with patients from all walks of life, making things complex.
But among doctors, especially surgeons, things are actually straightforward.
As long as your skills are top-notch, you can gain recognition from others.
"He's a good prospect; the emergency department needs such outstanding young doctors now."
Song Siming said with satisfaction.
"Chief, the minimum recruitment standard in the hospital this year is already a Ph.D."
Li Yang reminded Song Siming with a bit of regret.
"No problem, I still need an assistant here; I think Xiao Zhao will do. As for academic qualifications, they can be upgraded gradually, but too fast isn't feasible either."
Song Siming pondered briefly and said slowly.
Perhaps young people care more about having a formal establishment, but Song Siming believes genuine skills are more important.
Overemphasizing academic qualifications, titles, and establishment could lead astray in the medical profession.
Moreover, from what he knows, Zhao Heng has a medical practitioner certificate, and with his guidance, whether or not he's formally established doesn't matter. Once trained, if the skills are truly top-tier, who cares if you're a Ph.D. or a formal doctor.
Of course, this level of skill has to be of the national top-tier kind to transcend the barriers of academic qualifications, establishment, and titles.
On the operating table.
Xia Xiaoyu was somewhat stunned watching Zhao Heng's smooth and seamless suturing technique.
She may be a Ph.D., and Zhao Heng just a Bachelor's, younger than her, yet his basic suturing skills surpassed hers by a significant margin.
This made Xia Xiaoyu feel as if she had been just getting by before!
But to speak truthfully, Xia Xiaoyu, being able to enter Eastern Hospital, undoubtedly possesses commendable skills and qualities.
But now Zhao Heng has the experience pack coming from Song Siming!
Quickly, Zhao Heng finished the layered suturing with great proficiency.
"Senior, I'm a bit tired. Why don't you do the thoracic drainage?"
Noticing Xia Xiaoyu's somewhat dazed look, Zhao Heng realized he had sutured too smoothly and became somewhat immersed in the silky, flowing rhythm, unconsciously finishing most of the layered suturing.
He promised they'd do it together, and now he completed a large portion of the procedure. This seemingly dazed senior wouldn't be upset, would she?
Zhao Heng couldn't help but think.
"Okay, sure."
Upon hearing Zhao Heng's words, Xia Xiaoyu snapped back to reality.
She assumed Zhao Heng would finish everything.
However, given Zhao Heng's skills, Xia Xiaoyu knew that doing a thoracic drainage was just an effortless task for him.
The junior intentionally left the procedure for her.
Xia Xiaoyu couldn't help but think.
It seems this junior is quite nice.