Is there no limit to this doctor's skills?

Chapter 7 The Truth!

"Huh? A fracture? No way?" Guo Ziyuan put the phone to his ear again, and after hearing Professor Chang Zejing's voice, he appeared surprised but also at ease.

Actors on television are playing other people, but adult "actors" rely entirely on self-cultivation, are natural and unpretentious, and their acting skills are far better than those of actors.

"No, no, I didn't see it. It's impossible to see that. I just feel that the cubital and talus bones on this X-ray are very different from the ones I've seen before."

"That's when I thought, could we compare them?"

"As you know, the size of the talus and cuboid bones varies from person to person..."

"Where did Wang Huanguan go?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know he was going to be hospitalized. I'm sorry for the trouble." Guo Ziyuan said naturally, but his apology was sarcastic.

After slowly putting down the phone, Guo Ziyuan confidently turned his face towards Liu Chuntao and An Luming.

Guo Ziyuan isn't very confident in his physical attributes, but he is quite confident in his looks.

"Teacher An, Teacher Liu."

Although they only heard a few words from Guo Ziyuan, An Luming and Liu Chuntao could deduce that Guo Ziyuan was the driving force behind Chang Zejing bringing Wang Huanguan back to the hospital.

An Luming thought about it seriously: "You want to look at the standard anteroposterior and lateral projections, is it really just for studying?"

"Yes, Teacher An." Guo Ziyuan nodded.

"Come with me." An Luming felt this was easy to verify.

An Luming took Guo Ziyuan directly to the director's office.

The computer in the director's office is connected to the hospital's system, allowing for direct office work, and it is also connected to the external network for convenient reading and downloading of documents.

The movie wasn't off yet. An Luming tapped the computer screen with his finger as if he were testing Guo Ziyuan's eyesight: "What's this?"

"Third metatarsal bone".

An Luming continued to shift to the side: "And here?"

"The scaphoid joint," Guo Ziyuan replied.

An Luming understood that Guo Ziyuan's film viewing skills were quite good, probably at the doctoral level.

If you can clearly see the talonavicular joint from the oblique position of the foot, you can confirm this point. He moved his position slightly outward: "And here? It protrudes a little bit."

"Free sesamoid bone," Guo Ziyuan replied calmly.

An Luming moved his finger away from the bone surface and to the soft tissue artifact: "What about here?"

"The scaphoid ligament," Guo Ziyuan guessed, narrowing his eyes.

There are many soft tissue artifacts, but the talonavicular ligament is one of the few structures that can be seen on X-ray.

An Luming looked surprised, while Liu Chuntao's eyes widened, and the two moles on his right cheek, which were originally parallel, twitched up and down.

How could Guo Ziyuan see that?

"And here?" An Luming moved up.

"Artifact of the lateral head of the gastrocnemius muscle," Guo Ziyuan continued in his reply.

Although there are artifacts between the lateral head of the gastrocnemius muscle and the tibia, the gastrocnemius muscle is large, and its anatomical direction can still be seen by penetrating the different thicknesses.

Liu Chuntao's pupils contracted slightly, and his mind began to malfunction.

"Here?" An Luming seemed ready to confront Guo Ziyuan.

Guo Ziyuan leaned his head forward again: "It might be related to the fibular ligament; it needs to be stretched a bit."

Liu Chuntao remained expressionless, though he felt a slight numbness in his facial muscles.

He could only see that 26-year-old Guo Ziyuan had completely overwhelmed 31-year-old Liu Chuntao. How could he have imagined that Guo Ziyuan carried the memories and knowledge structure of 35-year-old Guo Ziyuan?

An Luming returned to the bone, pointed to a spot, and emphasized, "What is this spot?"

Guo Ziyuan shook his head: "I don't understand this."

Professor An Luming's exam questions were progressively more difficult, with the difficulty of observing each anatomical structure increasing exponentially.

This has exceeded Guo Ziyuan's understanding and theoretical scope.

In his previous life, Guo Ziyuan was barely qualified to carry Professor An Luming's shoes.

An Luming nodded: "You've thoroughly studied the correspondence between orthopedic anatomy and imaging anatomy! Your theoretical foundation is very solid."

"If that's the case, then I really believe you're interested in this flat piece."

"Can you tell anything from this?" An Luming asked specifically.

Guo Ziyuan nodded: "Teacher An, the talus surface in a conventional view should be a fairly standard ellipse in the orthogonal view, and a quadrilateral-like shape in the oblique view."

"The structure in this film is too atypical."

"It's either a talus mutation or a new angular artifact. Both of these are worth comparing." Guo Ziyuan was discussing this with An Luming from a perspective of the future.

Doctors all have a sense of curiosity.

New cases, new diagnoses, particularly typical cases, and textbook diagnoses are all valuable resources worth collecting.

Upon hearing this, An Luming glanced at Liu Chuntao, a strange glint flashing in his eyes: "Who is this?"

Liu Chuntao was pulled out of his shock. After a few seconds of careful consideration, he introduced, "Director An, this is Ding Xianqi's student, Guo Ziyuan. He is a third-year master's student this year."

If Wang Huanguan had been brought to the hospital by Chang Zejing's neurotic behavior, he could only be thankful for his good luck.

If Guo Ziyuan accidentally called him over, then he should thank this "Brother Guo" properly!

An Luming is the administrative director and professor of the Department of Trauma Surgery.

Liu Chuntao and Guo Ziyuan were both in Professor Ma Chuanfeng's group in the ward, not under An Luming's supervision.

How could Professor An Luming have time to get to know the master's students of the associate professor in the next group?

After thinking it over carefully, An Luming still only remembered Ding Xianqi. His eyes flickered, and then he asked angrily, "How's your basic skill?"

"Is this how your teacher usually teaches you?"

An Luming was somewhat angry.

If we were to describe a surgeon as someone who is all talk and no action, it would be someone who spends a lot of time learning and memorizing all the theories, but has no practical skills whatsoever.

This is what happens when you take a wrong turn.

Who is An Luming? He is a top professor of trauma surgery in Hubei Province, with exceptional intelligence and emotional intelligence.

If Guo Ziyuan's basic skills were analogous to his film reading theory, he would have stood out in the department long ago.

The reality is not like that, so An Luming has to think about whether Ding Xianqi is misleading students or even not supervising surgical master's students at all.

"It's very ordinary," Guo Ziyuan replied.

"Not bad!" Liu Chuntao and Guo Ziyuan said at the same time, and added, "Director An, Guo's basic skills are quite good. Compared with his peers, he is considered top-notch."

"I just did an emergency surgery with him. Personally, I think he should be ranked third, except that he can't compare to Liang Yuanhui and Deng Guodong."

Guo Ziyuan looked at his panel.

【Wound cleaning (proficient 75%)】

From Guo Ziyuan's perspective in his later years, this ability was truly an eyesore. But at this moment, Guo Ziyuan forgot his "actual" identity; he was just a professional master's degree holder, not a senior attending physician.

Therefore, one should not be too hard on oneself by the standards of a 35-year-old.

Fearing that Professor An Luming might misunderstand, Guo Ziyuan immediately said, "Professor An, my memory is still pretty good, and my comprehension is also quite good."

"I'm just a bit clumsy when it comes to surgery. I thought I could make up for it with hard work, but that's all I've got. I can't compare to my classmates, but I haven't wasted my time."

"My teacher pointed me in the right direction, but I just couldn't follow it on my own."

For surgeons, the fundamental skills are the broad road to success, the path to heaven.

If you don't learn this during your student years, you've gone down the wrong path.

Theoretical skills can be tested on memory and comprehension, but in surgery, it depends entirely on individual talent and whether God is blessed with it.

Liu Chuntao nodded in agreement: "Xiao Guo is indeed the most hardworking among his peers. You can often see him in the practice room."

"My theoretical knowledge and memory have always been solid."

An Luming looked at Guo Ziyuan carefully, a look of regret on his face, and nodded upon hearing this: "That's fine too..."

"Theoretical knowledge relies on memory and comprehension, which is essentially intuition. If you can also keep up with your practical skills, that would be even better."

"But? Ultimately, a surgeon's skill comes down to the technique."

"How's your paper going?" An Luming suddenly asked again.

If Guo Ziyuan can't leave as a clinician, it would be good if he could do well in scientific research.

This time, Guo Ziyuan smiled but remained silent, and Liu Chuntao did not recommend Guo Ziyuan either; the answer was clear.

"You should all go and rest."

"Wang Huanguan and Liu Chuntao, you go and talk to them personally, appease them, and try to put this matter to rest."

Liu Chuntao nodded quickly, forcing a smile: "Director An, I plan to take care of this patient myself."

When it's too late to mend the fence, you must be sincere.

Then, as Liu Chuntao watched An Luming leave, he unconsciously massaged Guo Ziyuan's neck with his right hand.

After An Luming's figure disappeared, he sighed in a low voice, "My good brother, you saved my life..."

"Your brother is a grateful person!"

Upon hearing this, Guo Ziyuan instinctively turned his head and said, "Brother Liu, you've already called us brothers, so there's no need for gratitude."

Even between brothers, accounts should be settled clearly.

"Let's not talk about this. You should go in and rest too... If something happens... I still have to... call you." Liu Chuntao gritted his teeth, still not daring to tell Guo Ziyuan to get some rest.

The emergency room arrived, and he couldn't avoid it; Guo Ziyuan was on the emergency surgery team!

Guo Ziyuan nodded and entered the room, glancing at the subtle changes that had occurred on his control panel—