When the Doctor Uses A Hack - Chapter 237
Chapter 237: Chapter 238: Dog Eyes Looking Down on People A
After dinner, everyone suddenly proposed to go sit at the football field.
Sitting on the football field, enjoying the breeze, actually felt rather comfortable.
We formed a large circle and sat on the artificial turf, smelling the familiar rubber scent, and burst into hearty laughter.
We asked each other what we had been up to in the past years, discussed where we would go tomorrow, and talked about the changes in the last three years.
We griped about how the hospitals didn’t treat resident doctors like real doctors.
We complained about how hard jobs were to find.
We bemoaned the profession of medicine for not providing for the elderly or the young, leaving us with nothing during the time in life when money was most needed for marriage.
We joked about the booming pork market and whether we should switch careers sooner.
Upon reaching thirty, we finally had more to consider.
All of a sudden, Chen Cang realized that in the blink of an eye, three years had passed by, and everyone had hardly changed.
We were still so naive, still so simple, and still so poor.
The only change in those three years, Chen Cang felt, might be that everyone had less hair, a higher hairline, more stress, uglier partners, a closer approach to everyday life, and a more distant future.
I got home after ten.
Instead of resting, Chen Cang opened up some videos of surgical teaching to watch.
If he was going to do this, he naturally had to throw himself into it wholeheartedly.
Chen Cang turned on the computer, carefully considered and studied each tendon suture surgery video, and then reclassified and summarized them.
After mastering the techniques at a master-level in tendon suture surgery, Chen Cang’s perspective had improved, which changed his concepts and thoughts when watching surgery videos.
There are several main tendon suture techniques, such as the figure-of-eight suture, also known as Bunnell’s method, which is particularly suitable for hand tendon suturing. There were also the weaving suture method, the loop suture method, Kessler suture method, Tsuge (the loop tying method), Kleinert suture method, and so on, each with its advantages. However, the importance lay in how to play to their strengths, avoid their shortcomings, and find a more appropriate suture method.
This was of significant importance.
As for the Tang suture method, Chen Cang didn’t know how to perform it…
Not to mention Chen Cang’s lack of skill, even in Dongyang, few were adept at the Tang suture method because training someone in the Tang suture technique was costly, the surgery was difficult, and the risks were high.
The Tang suture method required high skills from hand surgeons, had a difficult training period, which resulted in high costs, and improved the efficacy from 60-70% to 85%.
This 15% increase in difficulty required surgeons to invest more than twice the effort and more time, and also meant patients had to spend more than half of the usual surgery cost.
So, it wasn’t that people from Dongyang Province were less smart; it was just that under the circumstances, there wasn’t much necessity for everyone to strive for perfection.
In comparison, the Kessler suture method was simple, brutal, and had high efficacy, and everyone could learn it. Wasn’t that appealing?
Moreover, a Tang suture method that’s only slightly better wasn’t as efficient as a well-trained Kessler suture method.
Chen Cang watched the videos, jotting down notes and making sketches, until after one in the morning before going to sleep.
Meanwhile, Qin Yue still wasn’t asleep.
In comparison to Chen Cang, Qin Yue’s deficiencies in the field of tendon suture were even more apparent. She wasn’t originally from this specialty, but she started to encounter all sorts of things after coming to the emergency department. God knows why Chen Cang suddenly decided to daydream and set such a delusional goal.
To improve the Tang suture method and create the Chen suture method, how grandiose can your heart be?
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But, as much as I grumbled, the tasks at hand were not reduced by even a little bit.
I sat with my notebook doodling and scribbling away, and before I knew it, I had churned out more than twenty pages in one evening. Then it was on to scouring domestic and international literature for various indicators and so forth.
Watching the complex suturing methods on video, Qin Yue felt her head swell several sizes larger. She leaned back in her chair, let out a breath of exhaustion, and suddenly had a lightbulb moment—she patted the bear, questioning, “Is it really that small?”
With that thought, Qin Yue felt a surge of unwillingness to concede. She turned on her phone’s beauty camera, undid the buttons of her pajama top, and posed for the camera for quite a while. It wasn’t too bad, right? She had everything that was needed!
Those tone-deaf fools, judging a book by its cover!
Especially Chen Cang!
Push me too far and I’ll get a D-cup to scare the lot of you!
After taking a dozen sets of videos from all angles for herself, Qin Yue watched them with great satisfaction—she really was stunning!
Lost in admiration, Qin Yue asked, “Mirror, mirror, who is the fairest woman in the world?”
The smart speaker replied, “Of course, it’s you, Master! You are the fairest woman in the world.”
Upon hearing this, Qin Yue’s mood soared, “Then, who is the biggest bear of a woman in the world?”
“Oh dear, Master, what a naughty question—I haven’t learned the answer to that one yet.”
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The next day, Chen Cang arrived early at Zhixin Plastic Surgery Hospital.
Today, Fu Yulan’s recovery should be complete. The shape, size, elasticity, and so on, should all have stabilized. Chen Cang was eager to see the results as this was his first product and he had invested so much effort into it.
As soon as he entered the hospital, Xu Rou was already there. She nodded slightly and respectfully greeted him, “Doctor Chen, good morning!”
Chen Cang nodded with a smile, “Manager Xu, good morning.”
Xu Rou’s demeanor towards Chen Cang had warmed considerably since their initial encounters, with her regard for him now sitting at a 15.
After all, capable people are generally held in respect.
While others merely flashed a token smile, Xu Rou’s smile was shakier than a leaf in the breeze, “Doctor Chen, Miss Fu Yufang has arrived and is in the ward now. Also, recently a few others have shown interest in undergoing Tendon Suture Surgery. After seeing your prices, they were very curious and wanted to come for a consultation.”
After saying this, Xu Rou handed over a magazine.
Chen Cang took it, and after a brief pause of surprise, he saw that he took up a full page, with a portrait of himself (glancing at the cover), surrounded by a resume (Zhang Zhixin’s version), and then the price: 1 million!
Xu Rou chuckled, “This is Director Zhang’s idea. You are now the face of our hospital. We’ll accept some appointments and then get in touch with you. Does that sound good to you, Doctor Chen?”
Chen Cang nodded. This strategy was indeed extravagant—a million-yuan aesthetic designer was quite the catchphrase.
“Have them come over this morning. They can afford the price?” Chen Cang asked in disbelief. After all, 1 million was a very high price, the top tier in the country. The general rate hovered around 200,000, making his price five times more expensive than others!
Xu Rou smiled, “We have a number of upscale clients, and their spending power is quite high. They are also our VIP customers, with annual maintenance costs around a million yuan.”
Chen Cang nodded thoughtfully.
It seemed that having a platform was important; otherwise, skills alone wouldn’t be enough to make an impact.
It looked like he would have to collaborate more closely with Yang Tao and Qin Xiang in the future.
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