The next morning, after making breakfast, Yan Feifan had to call out to Yan Ziruo again and again before she finally emerged from her room.
Her hair was a mess, her eyes were bloodshot, and she couldn't stop yawning.
"Feifan, you were right."
"I was up all night listening to Yin Yue cry her eyes out, and I spent the whole time trying to console her. I didn't get a wink of sleep until after four in the morning!"
Yan Ziruo took the glass of warm water her brother handed her, gulped it down, and said indignantly, "They only got married a few days ago! Forget a honeymoon, it hasn't even been a full week."
"That bastard isn't even human."
Yan Feifan placed a peeled, hard-boiled egg into his sister's bowl of congee and said nonchalantly, "He's a producer for Binhai Satellite TV's variety shows. With that much power, all those starlets and models who want to get famous are bound to be thinking of ways to seduce him."
"It's a temptation few men could resist, I imagine."
Yan Ziruo sighed. "Actually, when a few of us girls were chatting privately, we all agreed that Yin Yue wouldn't be able to keep a handle on him."
"We just didn't expect it to happen so soon."
Yan Ziruo suddenly asked, "Feifan, what would you do if my future husband cheated on me?"
"He wouldn't dare!" Yan Feifan replied simply and decisively.
"Why wouldn't he?"
Yan Ziruo's imagination ran wild. "What if your brother-in-law is a handsome, tall, second-generation rich kid? There are so many temptations in society these days."
"Didn't you just say that few men can resist temptation?"
Yan Feifan said calmly, "I'm a doctor. And a very good one."
"I would demonstrate a few techniques for him—methods that would leave no trace for a medical examiner, making them rule the death as sudden or from an acute illness."
Yan Feifan added, "It's fine not to love, but it's not fine to harm."
"If he hurt you, I would be merciful and let him choose which fatal disease he'd like to have."
Yan Ziruo's eyes crinkled with a delighted smile, and she reached out to pat Yan Feifan's head.
"I'm so lucky to have a genius little brother like you."
"Oh, wait..."
Another thought occurred to Yan Ziruo, and she said worriedly, "Feifan, if you act like this, aren't you going to scare my future husband away from marrying me...?"
When Yan Feifan arrived at the Affiliated Hospital, he found that the office Mr. Liu had arranged for them was on the east side of the third floor of the East Gate Emergency Building.
The brass nameplate on the office door had already been installed.
Qin Ying Medical Teaching and Research Office!
Yan Feifan pushed the door open and saw that the office was quite spacious, at least 650 square feet.
The office was divided into three main sections.
The eastern section held four desks, along with a bookshelf and a wardrobe.
The northwestern area was dominated by a large workbench, about seven by ten feet in size, with a small sink in the corner.
The southwestern area was furnished with a sectional sofa, a coffee table, a water cooler, and a mobile whiteboard.
'So the southwest area must be a reception and teaching area,' Yan Feifan thought.
He was pleased to see that the sofa was quite large; pushed together, it could definitely sleep two people.
'If I'm tired from work or it gets too late, I should be able to rest or crash here for the night.'
Inside the office, Yu Suye, who had arrived a bit earlier, was cleaning and wiping down the desks with a tall, square-faced man who had a crew cut, thick eyebrows, and large eyes.
The square-faced man, who looked to be about thirty, enthusiastically introduced himself to Yan Feifan.
His name was He Junxing, and he was a former army medic.
After being discharged two years ago, he had joined the Affiliated Hospital to work in administration and logistics.
Now, he had been assigned to provide service and logistical support for Mr. Qin, Mr. Yan, and Dr. Yu.
After the brief introduction, Yan Feifan joined in on the cleaning...
At five minutes to nine, Qin Ying arrived at the office, carrying a simple handbag.
Yan Feifan and Yu Suye barely had time to greet her before they had to scramble to catch a small plastic bag Mr. Qin tossed to them.
Yan Feifan looked down at the sticky object and realized the plastic bag contained a small bundle of thin intestines.
"This is a fresh set of chicken intestines. I've cut it into seven or eight pieces. Your task is to suture them back together."
"The requirements are: you must use a different suturing technique for each section, and you must complete the task quickly and well."
At this, Qin Ying saw the two of them standing frozen. Her expression darkened, and she snapped, "What are you gawking at? Are you waiting for me to serve you tea?"
Yan Feifan and Yu Suye hurried over to the workbench.
However, there were no sterile gowns, surgical gloves, or suturing instruments.
With no other choice, Yan Feifan led Yu Suye and He Junxing down to the emergency hall on the first floor.
Relying on his familiarity with the staff, he managed to borrow two sets of surgical attire and suturing kits for the time being, telling He Junxing to replace them after getting supplies from the warehouse...
For the sake of fairness, Yan Feifan and Yu Suye began the procedure at the same time.
First, they washed the intestines. Then, they had to reassemble the jumbled pieces—which had been cut into seven or eight sections—back into their original order.
Because chicken intestines are quite different from human ones, they couldn't simply rely on their knowledge of human intestinal anatomy to sort the pieces.
They could only use human anatomy as a reference for a rough estimate, then confirm the order by examining the details of the cross-sections at each cut.
For Yan Feifan, with his powerful memory, this sorting process took very little time and was completed with ease.
By the time he picked up his needle and thread to begin suturing, Yu Suye, across from him, hadn't even managed to reassemble one-fifth of the intestine...
However, Yu Suye was completely absorbed in her work, seemingly oblivious to Yan Feifan's progress...
There are many types of surgical suturing methods, such as the simple interrupted suture, the figure-of-eight suture, the simple continuous suture, the continuous locking suture, as well as inverting sutures, everting sutures, purse-string sutures, and so on.
Each of these suturing methods has its own requirements, advantages, and disadvantages, making them suitable for different applications.
Yan Feifan selected several techniques from memory that were either perfect or generally suitable for intestinal anastomosis and began to demonstrate them with speed and skill...
After tying a knot and snipping the excess suture thread, Yan Feifan glanced at Yu Suye diagonally across from him and saw that she had only sutured three sections of the intestine.
Yan Feifan gently set down his suturing instruments and raised a hand to signal to Mr. Qin, who was standing nearby, that he was finished.
Mr. Qin told him to wait quietly.
That wait lasted for nearly an hour.
When Yu Suye finally put down her needle holder, Mr. Qin began her evaluation. "Your fundamentals are both very solid!"
"The technical points of the various suturing techniques were executed quite perfectly, so I won't critique them one by one."
"If I have to point out a weakness, it's that your technique is too mechanical. You can't adapt it intuitively!"
Qin Ying looked at Yu Suye and said, "Yu Youze, Yu Youjiang, Yu Youbin, and Yu Youyi of Baining Hospital are known as the Four Greats of Surgery."
"You should have photos or videos of their suture work, right?"
Yu Suye nodded. "Yes, Professor, I do!"
Qin Ying then instructed, "Show me some photos or video clips of their suturing."
"The kind where their faces aren't visible."
Yu Suye went to her desk, took a thin, light laptop out of her backpack, and turned it on.
She then opened a folder of video files, clicked on a video, scrubbed forward a few times, and paused it.
"Professor, it's ready."
Mr. Qin and Yan Feifan came closer and saw a still frame on the laptop screen.
The image showed a pair of hands suturing the belly of a frog.
Seven or eight stitches had already been made.
To Yan Feifan's surprise, Mr. Qin took one look and said, "That's Yu Youbin's suturing style!"
Yu Suye was also a little surprised. "This is indeed the video of my Uncle Youbin teaching me how to suture."
"Professor, you can tell who did it just from the suturing style?"
Qin Ying said lightly, "That's no special skill. Your uncles have that ability too."
She explained, "Although there are many surgical suturing techniques, surgeons at our level have already integrated their own understanding and habits into their stitching."
"The technique becomes like our own unique signature. To our peers, it's easily recognizable."
Mr. Qin then ordered, "A few more images."
Yu Suye proceeded to take screenshots from several more videos.
And each time, Mr. Qin correctly identified the surgeon without hesitation.
After proving her point, Mr. Qin continued to lecture them. "Suturing techniques may have their specific applications and scenarios, but every patient's situation is different, and every doctor's own characteristics are not the same."
"Therefore, the application of these techniques cannot be rigid or formulaic."
"Only when you can integrate these suturing techniques with your own personal style, truly make them your own, and apply them flexibly can you be considered to have risen above the level of an ordinary surgeon and glimpsed the threshold of becoming a master."
"Right now, you are still a long way from that level..."
Just then, He Junxing returned with two small irrigation devices.
"Next, we conduct a destructive test."
Mr. Qin looked at Yan Feifan and asked, "Whose sutured intestine do you think will leak first, yours or Yu Suye's?"
Yan Feifan said with great confidence, "My set of intestines will definitely hold out longer!"
"Is that so? I'm not so sure..."