System Came When the Doctor was Thirty

Chen Song finished speaking and added, "If all surgeons could have your current basic skills, the spleen removal surgery technique could basically be abandoned."

Letting a college student solve a linear equation is practically a piece of cake.

But the problem is, a middle school student can’t possibly have the level of a college math student, right?

Even some college students majoring in non-math fields might not directly solve a quadratic equation.

If you don’t give them the "standard steps" for solving equations at a glance, would they just give up on the problem?

Zhang Tiesheng listened, half understanding: "Professor Chen, Xiao Lu, what are you actually talking about?"

Chen Song gave Zhang Tiesheng a fitting analogy: "We’re discussing how to find a place for a foot massage."

"Isn’t this just sending a message?"

"I’ll arrange it." Upon hearing this, Zhang Tiesheng immediately took out his phone.

Chen Song reached out to stop him: "What I mean is, you can just send a message to take off, but Lu Cheng and I can only go through a process like Meituan."

"Understand?"

Zhang Tiesheng, of course, seemed to understand and could only nod to indicate he got it.

When Director Du Qiang returned, the surgery was already over.

Du Qiang wasn’t too disappointed; he just rubbed his face and sighed to the on-duty Zhang Tiesheng: "Oh, Tiesheng... Why am I so unlucky?"

...

In Professor Chen Song’s dormitory, Lu Cheng walked in and immediately turned on the hot water switch on the kettle, then went straight to the regular tea spot of Professor Chen Song.

Chen Song quickly reached out: "Xiao Lu, let me get the tea leaves, you prepare the cups, what you can get isn’t particularly good stuff."

Chen Song hid the good stuff.

Lu Cheng gradually developed a love for tea: "Teacher Chen, then I’m not going to be polite."

Chen Song soon entered his bedroom and returned, holding a small pinch of tea cake, cherishing it greatly.

Continuing the topic from the car: "Anyway, Director Du is now facing a problem, there are rumors he is too harsh on his subordinates."

"So much so that the people in emergency can’t get enough to eat, and there’s internal conflict among the ranks."

"Director Du is having a headache."

Lu Cheng smiled bitterly: "What does Tian Zhuang’s family trouble have to do with Director Du?"

Chen Song said, "People who love listening to rumors and gossip naturally love more exciting stuff, preferably exposing some top-tier exclusives, which are most to the public’s taste."

"It’s like now, within the province, some young hand surgeons compare you to Dugu Qiubai."

Chen Song’s analogy made Lu Cheng feel particularly strange: "Huh? How does this relate to martial arts novels?"

Lu Cheng has read novels and knows Dugu Qiubai, but the connection here felt too abrupt.

"Dugu Qiubai, famous young, wielding the Dugu Nine Swords and dominating the world."

"Of course, some say you’re like Duan Yu who created the Six Meridian Divine Sword, because your inner strength is limited; the explosion may not be strong, but once triggered, can hurt."

"Your suturing techniques are analogous to the Dugu Nine Swords and Six Meridian Divine Sword, attacks of top-level moves."

"Certainly." Chen Song leisurely served tea to Lu Cheng: "You are now like a virtual bamboo with transferred skills, your inner power is getting fierce."

"Not saying you dominate the world, but no one under forty is your match."

Chen Song today managed to completely break down the surgical operations for Lu Cheng.

Beginners rely on processes, veterans on techniques and methods, masters follow their intuition.

The upper and lower limits of each level are completely different, like top professors doing surgery; even with their eyes closed, the lower limit is higher than beginners’ upper limit.

Lu Cheng pursed his lips and softly said: "Teacher Chen, actually, my choice to transfer to the trauma center had another purpose."

"Go ahead."

"Drink tea, drink while you talk." Chen Song waved his right hand invitingly.

Lu Cheng took a slow sip: "Besides gaining a promotion, I can also access more types of cases and do what I want."

"Teacher Chen, after all, you said the table that one’s laid out needs recognition, the case studies that can be shared with others are the most convincing."

Chen Song slowly savored the tea and Lu Cheng’s words.

After a while, he replied: "Your point is, you don’t want to be influenced by others anymore!~"

"You have your own strong desire to express?"

Chen Song didn’t understand much about what happened to Lu Cheng, but knew plenty.

Frustrated with exams and facing obstacles after arriving in Han City.

Few trustworthy people around.

In other words, Lu Cheng’s original accumulation was, in the eyes of top professors, merely consumables, a piece to be incorporated into their chessboard.

What upset Lu Cheng more was not Zhong Junyun having Lu Cheng collaborate with others, but never explaining, just directly "arranging" him!

Arrangements and discarding, to some extent, follow the subjective intention of the chess player.

"Maybe, Teacher Chen, I still think that medicine ultimately boils down to the essence of medicine."

"Whether it’s technology, surgical techniques, methods, or research breakthroughs, if they can’t directly benefit patients, they’re detached from the essence of medicine."

"Therefore, I prefer clinical practice."

"I’m not biased against basic research, just my personal preference."

"During my time in Xiangzhou, there wasn’t much to do, so apart from entering the lab, I just observed, exploring what patients really need beyond the identity of a doctor." Lu Cheng replied.

At this point, Lu Cheng started laughing: "Teacher Chen, you can understand that I’m not very useful, so I can only indulge in some leisure."

In ancient times, poetry was considered trivial.

The true dignitaries were busy governing and setting state policies, so poetry output often came from frustrated scholars.

Those truly accomplished focused on learning and performing surgery, like Lu Cheng deepening patient empathy, considered a teleological loser, or a phase loser!

"Mm... Doing this is also within reason."

"After all, you certainly have accumulated enough to do this, not idle with idle worries."

"Emergency, you are quickly touching the true core layer."

"The essence of emergency is only two words, saving lives, the most interesting, simple, yet difficult." Chen Song mused as an emergency practitioner with Lu Cheng.

At this moment, Chen Song was no longer Teacher Chen, Professor Chen; he and Lu Cheng were peers, sharing insights.

"Teacher Chen, will you scold me now?" Lu Cheng suddenly asked.

Chen Song replied: "Why would I scold you?"

"Barely time to worry..."

"I just knew, with your nature, you’re not one to act rashly. Nonetheless, my understanding is limited."

"How would I know you suddenly garnered such extensive knowledge?"

Lu Cheng continued: "Actually, Teacher Chen, before I agreed to go to the trauma center, I prepared in that direction."

"First, Zhang Tiesheng’s relative works at our Xiangzhou Renmin Hospital as vice president; I confirmed from him, as long as I dare and can hold on, procedural fairness isn’t to be worried."

"State leaders have their debated reasoning because they need to say for themselves."

"Secondly, our project team welcomed Dai Linfang recently, who helped inquire about the province’s stance..."

"In conclusion, this is an opportunity."

"And once I waited for all procedural justice, if I don’t step up now, it would not be prudence, but cowardice."

After listening, Chen Song was immediately taken aback.

Slightly stunned: "Besides professional reserves, you did other preparations?"

"Mm, provincial preparation was incidental, it’s Dr. Dai, he needs to establish here in Xiangzhou for possible future changes."

After listening, Chen Song analyzed carefully, realizing he was the actual clown.

Lu Cheng had seized all favorable conditions.

Chen Song couldn’t muster a rebuttal, only shock remained...

For average people, accomplishing technical preparations is extraordinarily difficult.