System Came When the Doctor was Thirty

"This kind of mutilation injury, the surgical technique is something hospitals in various prefecture-level cities are eager to learn but haven’t acquired yet."

"I’m from the trauma center," replied Dai Linfang.

Fu Luoyin’s ears perked up instantly, pausing his fingers: "Trauma center? The same one where Lu Cheng went?"

If Fu Luoyin weren’t part of Xiang Dahong’s team, he certainly wouldn’t know about the trauma center or the very ordinary name Lu Cheng.

Under Xiang Dahong, Fu Luoyin had heard three names cursed the most in the past six months: one with the surname Peng, another with the surname Tong, and one with the surname Lu.

Fu Luoyin had summarized Xiang Dahong’s insults: the one surnamed Peng was irresponsible, the one surnamed Tong was a bully, and the one surnamed Lu was the culprit.

"Hmm, is there a problem with that?" Dai Linfang was about to leave but paused at the mention of Lu Cheng.

Fu Luoyin shook his head: "It’s not a problem; it’s admiration from afar."

"Buddy, if possible, could you help pass on a message to Lu Cheng? I have a brother who is deeply impressed by him and doesn’t dare to act reckless anymore."

There was another reason Fu Luoyin knew Lu Cheng; it was because another troubled colleague in their group, Shi Changjian, had messed up a tendon suture patient that Lu Cheng had previously operated on.

The result was that even Deputy Director Xiang Dahong couldn’t cover it up and had to involve Director Liu Jun.

In an emergency tendon suture, calling in a deputy director would get scolded; calling in the director meant the deputy director would also get scolded on the spot.

"What do you mean?" Dai Linfang didn’t understand what he meant.

"Lu Cheng never told you?" Fu Luoyin was surprised. Honestly, as a doctor, even if you don’t like to brag, such ’authoritative’ stories would usually be shared.

These established facts, it’s not about showing off; it’s the foolish actions of others, nothing to be embarrassed about.

"Not really..." replied Dai Linfang.

"Then just forget it; it’s actually just a misunderstanding," Fu Luoyin quickly ended the topic.

After the patient was returned to the bed, her vital signs were stable, and she was resting.

Her husband came to the doctor’s office immediately, knocked on the door, and walked straight to Dai Linfang: "Dr. Dai, what’s the current status of my wife?"

In his view, pre-surgery, Dai Linfang and others were convinced of the need for amputation, with no possibility for limb preservation. He even researched the best prosthetic options online.

He found out that a successful amputation surgery could be done in twenty minutes, an hour at the most if it wasn’t smooth.

However, his wife’s surgery lasted five, ten, even twenty times longer than that.

All the carefulness he maintained outside the operating room went in vain after finally seeing his wife post-surgery.

The key issue was, he genuinely couldn’t recall anyone ever saying limb preservation was possible.

Upon hearing this, Dai Linfang didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he first removed his glasses and wiped the lenses with the hem of his gown.

After removing the particles, Dai Linfang organized his words: "Here’s the situation. Initially, we planned for an amputation."

"We communicated with you before the surgery; before amputation, debridement is necessary."

"And during the debridement, we increasingly saw the possibility of limb preservation. But you understand, if we could perform such surgery, we wouldn’t have been so conflicted with you before the operation."

"I see you’re not an ordinary person and have some social connections. I assume you asked around during the surgery as well."

"So, even if we saw the possibility for limb preservation, we didn’t dare to give you hope and then disappoint you, lest you think we were playing you."

"After a more detailed debridement for another two hours, Director Wu saw hope for limb preservation, but the difficulty increased exponentially."

"We still didn’t dare to make any promises..." Dai Linfang’s voice was warm and slow-paced.

The man heard this, his expression stern for a moment before slowly relaxing: "Doctor, I indeed did ask around."

"But precisely because of that, I feel a bit uneasy."

"Don’t get me wrong; I’m not doubting you because my wife didn’t end up with an amputation!"

The man waved his hand to clarify his stance, as his medical friend had just advised him not to express such a sentiment; otherwise, limb preservation surgeries in Xiangzhou would be doomed in the future.

It’s like biting the hand that feeds you: "Instead, my friend said that even in Shanghai, limb preservation for such mutilation injuries isn’t performed casually at just any hospital."

"Currently, besides the Modu Sixth Hospital, it seems only Zhongshan Hospital can manage it."

Upon hearing his professional comments, Dai Linfang and Fu Luoyin couldn’t help but ask, "What does your friend do?"

Modu Sixth Hospital and Jishuitan are legendary in orthopedics.

And Zhongshan Hospital is also a top-tier renowned hospital.

"High school classmate, a top student, studied for eight years or something, now at Ruijin Hospital, specializing in bone tumors!"

"I don’t know the specifics; he’s in orthopedics anyway."

"I actually wanted to ask him if transferring to Sha City was feasible, but he said timing wouldn’t permit it, and transferring from Ji City to Sha City would take too long, making it just another hospital for amputation."

"So..." The man abruptly cut off this topic.

He continued: "My friend’s point is whether my wife’s condition still requires an expert to take a look?"

Ruijin Hospital is also an excellent hospital, no less than Xiangya Hospital, and being a physician there likely marks one as an overachiever or even a genius in the field.