The operation lasted half an hour before Fang Le was released.

Moreover, Fang Le's arm could no longer bend or stretch at that time. It was the doctor nearby who helped Fang Le down.

After coming down, Fang Le kept the insertion position of his hands, and his fingers also kept their original position to stop bleeding, unable to move at all.

My arms and hands are numb.

At first, I could still feel pain and numbness, but later I lost consciousness. For a period of time afterwards, Fang Le was completely subconscious, and his fingers reflexively pressed to stop the bleeding.

"Fang Le, are you okay?"

Han Shengxue was undergoing surgery and couldn't help but care about Fang Le.

Such a precious seedling cannot be wasted.

"I'm fine, take it easy!"

Fang Le grinned.

"Quickly, send Fang Le out and find someone to arrange massage and warm water soaking."

Han Shengxue ordered.

"laugh!"

The pneumatic door of the operating room was opened, and Fang Le was helped out of it.

"Fang Le!"

As soon as Fang Le came out of the operating room, Cheng Zaiming and his son were the first to greet him. Seeing Fang Le's appearance, Cheng Yunxing felt heartbroken.

These are all zombies.

"Director Cheng, I will take..."

The doctor who escorted Fang Le out wanted to speak, but Cheng Zaiming waved him away.

"Okay, here I am, the chief physician of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. I don't know what to do?"

As he spoke, Cheng Zaiming grabbed Fang Le's arm and started massaging it to activate blood circulation, while taking Fang Le to the examination room nearby.

"how do you feel?"

Cheng Zaiming and Cheng Yunxing, father and son, each with one hand, gave Fang Le massage to stimulate blood circulation.

"Hiss, it hurts!"

Fang Le took a breath, and then said: "Xingxing, let me tell you a recipe. Hey, you go grab the medicine and make it into a decoction. Bring it over and I'll soak your hands, otherwise these hands will really become useless."

Fang Leke is not only proficient in traditional Chinese medicine, he is also proficient in surgery. The flexibility requirements of traditional Chinese medicine are slightly lower. As long as the touch is sensitive, you can still diagnose the pulse, that is, acupuncture will be affected. But in surgery, if the flexibility of the hands is affected, it is true.

You won't be able to have surgery.

Fang Le has always taken good care of his hands and does finger exercises whenever he has nothing to do.

"you say."

Cheng Yunxing hurriedly took a pen and paper.

Fang Le told Fang Le about the prescription. After Cheng Yunxing memorized it, Fang Le took a look at it. Cheng Zaiming signed it and then went to grab the medicine. Cheng Zaiming continued to massage Fang Le.

"You kid, you really don't want these hands anymore. How did you hold on for more than an hour?"

Cheng Zaiming could hardly imagine it.

It takes more than an hour, but it requires not only skill, but also perseverance.

In particular, the space in the abdominal cavity was small, and Fang Le was in a state of hemostasis, unable to move his fingers and arms at all.

Ordinary people just raise their hands, and their arms will start to feel sore in about ten minutes. Many people have difficulty holding on for half an hour, let alone more than an hour to stop bleeding with bare hands.

"Human life matters."

Fang Le was still grinning. When Cheng Zaiming massaged her, the pain, numbness, and soreness were all mixed together. It was really not just pain.

"You don't want your hand anymore?"

Cheng Zaiming said angrily.

"The duty lies."

When Fang Le said this, he was not as frivolous as usual, but very serious: "Not everyone can wear this outfit, and not everyone who wears it is qualified to be called a doctor. Wearing this outfit

, you have to be responsible, you have to have responsibilities, otherwise you won’t be able to wear it.”

"yes."

Cheng Zaiming nodded: "It's a pity that many people don't understand this. Some clothes are not so easy to wear. You have to be right when you wear them. You are worthy of being young and having such a high level. With this heart,

It’s better than many people.”

Cheng Zaiming could think in his mind that Fang Le's hands were more important than the patient's life. It was really a great loss to lose such a high level of manual bleeding control.

But Fang Le himself couldn't have such an idea.

Just like a leader worthy of respect, subordinates can regard the leader as a leader and defend him everywhere, but the leader cannot regard himself as the leader.

Just like the group of great men who founded the country, no one regarded themselves as leaders. They were public servants, real public servants, and only in this way can they be respected.

Cheng Zaiming massaged Fang Le for more than half an hour, and Fang Le slowly began to move on his own, and could bend and stretch his arms.

After all, I am a doctor. I know how to rehabilitate and move around. No matter how uncomfortable or painful, I always have to recover.

When Cheng Yunxing came over with the soup, Fang Le put his hands into it again and soaked it.

the other side.

Han Shengxue and Xiao Congli, deputy director and chief physician of the Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery, are rescuing the patient in the operating room.

Xiao Conglin went directly to the operating room after arriving to work as Han Shengxue's assistant. She was equally shocked when she saw Fang Le.

The operation lasted four hours, and the patient had survived one crisis after another. Now that it was coming to an end, Han Shengxue and Xiao Conlin also breathed a sigh of relief, and Xiao Conlin was in the mood to ask Han Shengxue.

"That Fang Le just now is from your emergency department. Why haven't I seen him before?"

Some of Fang Le's matters were discussed privately by doctors from some departments years ago, but after all, Xijing Hospital has many departments and doctors, and the majority of people who didn't know about Fang Le were still in the majority, especially since Li Wanjiang's condition at that time belonged to the Department of Orthopedics and Traumatology and the Department of Hepatology.

In many hospitals, the lines between internal medicine departments and surgical departments cannot be clearly defined, and communication is much less.

"Yes, the new doctor in our emergency department."

Han Shengxue nodded and asked Xiao Conglin with a smile: "How is the young man? It took more than an hour to stop the bleeding with bare hands. We did this operation all the way. If it weren't for Xiao Fang, the patient might not even be able to make it to the hospital."

"sharp."

Xiao Conglin said sincerely: "This skill is definitely unique in the field of hemostasis. I went to Shanghai Hospital last year, and the doctors there were not that good at hemostasis. Director Han

, where did you pick up such a treasure?”

"Haha, luck, luck."

Han Shengxue laughed.

Several doctors in the emergency department who were also assistants were afraid to raise their heads and concentrated on the operation. They were afraid of what they would do if their hands shook.

Just now, Cheng Zaiming and Han Shengxue were chatting in the duty room, and a doctor still heard it. Director Han didn't seem very happy at that time.

In the blink of an eye, he became a doctor in his own department?

It seems like he hasn’t officially joined the job yet, right?

"Fang Le, how are you feeling?"

After soaking in the potion for half an hour, Fang Le began to exercise on his own again. These few hours were almost non-stop. When Cheng Zaiming asked, Fang Le was still clasping his fingers with his hands crossed.

"I feel much better, and the impact is not big."

Fang Le said while moving.

His physical fitness is good. He practices martial arts and Wu Qin Xi. His muscle elasticity and nerve response are stronger than ordinary people. In addition, he has the medicine prescribed by Fan Le and Cheng Zai Ming's massage.

The massage techniques of the chief physician of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of Xijing Hospital are quite impressive.

It meant that there was not much delay, so the recovery was quick and did not cause much impact. Fang Le would have basically no impact if he exercised more.

"That's good."

Cheng Zaiming could also see that Fang Le was recovering well now.

"I really didn't expect that your level of hemostasis is so high. Do you also know surgery?"

Cheng Zaiming was quite surprised.

Although he had been surprised many times, it was still a surprise.

On the aspect of hemostasis, Fang Le just described the patient's condition, and everything he said was very accurate. Whether it was word choice or judgment, he didn't understand surgery, so he couldn't explain it at all.

"I am proficient in both Chinese and Western medicine, and a little bit of surgery."

Fang Le said with a smile.

"Just a little bit?"

Cheng Yunxing interrupted from the side.
To be continued...