October 7th marked the last day of the National Day holiday, a day typically meant for rest.
However, on this day, the skill training room at Hanshi University's Zhongnan Hospital was bustling with activity.
The purpose of establishing the training room was to facilitate learning and practice for the school's students and junior doctors, not to provide shortcuts.
Generally, it would take a year or two for students and young doctors to break through the corresponding requirements and "emerge" from the practice room by following the pure professional operation route. Such an event was naturally considered rare within the major departments.
Not only did Professor Deng Yong, the ward director of Traumatology, pay great attention to this, but Professor Du Xinzhan, the main director of Orthopedics and ward director of Joint Surgery, also showed considerable interest.
Although the first training room only involved basic operations—the fundamental skills of orthopedics—every medical professor had once been a medical student themselves. The patience and tolerance shown by the predecessors towards the current professors represented a tradition that needed to be inherited and carried forward.
The crowd wasn't large; those most concerned about this matter were some master's students and doctoral candidates from Traumatology. Doctoral students like Luo Tingzhu and Sun Shaoqing were also in the queue, observing and witnessing Fang Ziye's growth.
All the superiors from Traumatology had come, while from the larger Orthopedics department, only Professor Du Xinzhan and an associate professor in charge of teaching, who was also an associate professor of Joint Surgery, were present.
In fact, being able to pursue graduate studies in a large teaching hospital like Zhongnan Hospital as a surgical practitioner itself represents a future development level that won't be too low. At the very least, one would become a doctor in a prefecture-level city hospital.
Therefore, both the seniors and students had a keen eye for talent.
"The key to hemostasis operation is to be fast, steady, and accurate," Sun Shaoqing, Professor Deng Yong's doctoral student, was explaining softly to his junior. "Quick hemostasis allows you to precisely catch the bleeding point at the necessary moment, avoiding patient death due to massive bleeding or other complications."
"Therefore, what's needed is the speed of visual capture and the speed of accurate operation."
"The surface area of a sesame seed is not large, about equivalent to common clinical bleeding points. Your senior brother Fang could so precisely complete hemostasis of thirty-seven bleeding points in such a short time, with the remaining three bleeding points - two incomplete and one missed."
"This performance is very consistent with his personality - preferring quality over quantity. He'd rather not perform as many operations but ensure a high success rate for each one."
"You all can learn a lot from this."
Luo Tingzhu, observing Fang Ziye's operation, asked in a low voice, "Senior Sun, do you think Senior Fang deliberately slowed down his speed, only seeking stability, not speed? Otherwise, I feel his error tolerance rate could be higher."
At this moment, Fang Ziye was repeating the operation.
Fang Ziye was currently repeating his procedure. A single successful operation might be a fluke, but repeated success indicated reliability.
As a master's student in Traumatology, mastering debridement, incision, hemostasis, and suturing to a certain degree of proficiency required not only effort but also talent. Thus, the hospital and the teaching and research office were willing to give such outstanding students a chance to pursue a doctorate, but this was a significant matter.
Therefore, the hospital and teaching department were willing to give such outstanding students an opportunity to pursue a doctorate, but it was a matter of great importance.
After all, the number of doctoral admission spots available in the hospital was limited and couldn't be given carelessly.
Fang Ziye needed to repeat the procedure three times. Currently, it was his first attempt at the hemostasis technique. Before this, he had already completed three rounds each of debridement, incision, and suturing, all meeting the standards.
The teaching supervisor from Orthopedics recorded Fang Ziye's operation time, which was 60 seconds, while continuing to record the success rate of quickly inserting sesame seeds into tofu, 37/40.
Then he took another piece of tofu, personally pinched a handful of sesame seeds, at least several dozen, and sprinkled them evenly and randomly on the tofu surface. Stepping back two paces, he said, "Ziye, come on, continue."
"If you can complete it once more, we can all celebrate you today."
As Fang Ziye focused his gaze, he occasionally noticed Teacher Yuan Weihong standing diagonally opposite him, behind Professor Deng Yong, his shoulders slightly trembling, clearly more nervous than himself.
Fang Ziye smiled lightly in that direction, took a deep breath, pressed the countdown timer with his left hand, and began to move quickly with the tweezers in his right hand, simulating an electrosurgical knife or ultrasonic scalpel for hemostasis.
The requirement for hemostasis simulation in the practice room was to quickly poke the sesame seeds into the tofu, but not too deep, roughly below 4mm, yet needing to penetrate more than 1mm below the tofu surface.
Too shallow wouldn't achieve hemostasis, too deep would be intolerable for patients in clinical practice.
Fang Ziye dared not have any superfluous operations. Moving the dominant hand quickly forty times within one minute was already a test, let alone requiring precise operation and controlling the force of each operation.
There wasn't a single second to waste.
Yuan Weihong had been counting softly along with Fang Ziye's operations, even though this might disturb the three professors and several associate professors around him. But no one said Yuan Weihong's trembling voice was inappropriate at this moment.
"Thirty."
"Thirty-one."
"Thirty-three."
"Thirty-five."
At "Thirty-six," Fang Ziye made a mistake, failing to embed the sesame seed correctly. Hemostasis failed.
"Thirty-six!"
Yuan Weihong turned to look at the timer, noting that six seconds remained. This meant that Fang Ziye, though nervous, had aimed for precision and could actually afford to be more composed.
Fang Ziye had met the standard again, and Yuan Weihong finally let out a sigh of relief.
At this moment, his student - a student whose supervisor wasn't a doctoral supervisor, a student with a certain number of SCI papers to his name, seeking an opportunity for further doctoral studies - had finally gained recognition.
Yuan Weihong breathed a sigh of relief.
As for Fang Ziye, after completing thirty-six standard hemostasis operations, for the remaining two sets, he deliberately slowed down, gently using five seconds to steadily poke two sesame seeds before withdrawing his hand.
By doing so, even if there were any errors in his previous count, adding these two as a safety margin would be sufficient.
Accumulating and releasing energy allows for composure.
The third operation was no longer necessary.
Watching Associate Professor Tang Lun calmly write down the numerical record of 39/40, Fang Ziye stepped back, wiping his forehead with the back of his right hand, which was damp with sweat.
Professor Du Xinzhan, not tall and slightly chubby, with an overall scholarly demeanor and a rather large posterior, tilted his hips and turned his upper body before patting Fang Ziye's shoulder: "Prepare well."
"I hope we can talk in the office three years from now."
"Deng Yong, your department has a good batch of students this year," Du Xinzhan turned to look at Deng Yong.
The implication was clear: he hoped that three years later, as Fang Ziye approached graduation, they could discuss terms and his retention at the hospital, a sign of high expectations.
The corners of Fang Ziye's mouth turned up in a smile as he watched the crowd disperse, receiving congratulations from his seniors and juniors, grinning like a fool.