My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points-Chapter 133 - 96: Jin Mingxi has an accident, uncooperative foreign victim

He began the game of passing the soybean from his left hand to his right hand, and then back again.

The soybean was being transferred between the two long-arm forceps.

The transfer of Experience Points was also continuously increasing.

As his movements gradually became more proficient, so did his control over the technique of transferring the soybean. The frequency of failure decreased from an average of 25 times needed for one success to around 18 times.

He practiced until 11:42 PM and finally accumulated 10 Experience Points in transferring.

[Congratulations, your transfer technique has advanced to Level 2! Current Experience Points 0/100. Transfer ability is at the lower level of standardized training.]

He had leveled up.

He had finally reached the level of standardized training.

He was surprised to find that the knowledge about surgical transfer techniques he had learned from books and lectures was now flooding back to him. His application and understanding of it compared to before was like being truly awake.

This feeling was particularly wonderful, resembling the sensation of reviewing the old to understand the new.

Apart from his theoretical knowledge, his surgical technique had also undergone a qualitative improvement.

He tried picking up a soybean and then passed it to the long-arm forceps held in his left hand.

The left hand naturally controlled the forceps to open just enough to catch the soybean passed by the right hand. The coordination between the two hands was seamless.

The moment the right-hand forceps let go, it pushed the soybean forward slightly.

This was an underhand force.

The left-hand forceps moved forward slightly to meet it, tightened its grip, and clamped down on the bean.

What seemed like a simple transfer required a highly synchronized operation of both hands wielding the forceps. The angle, force, timing, and distance all had to be just right.

This progress was tangible.

He had spent most of the evening leveling up his transfer technique, and he was very happy about it.

Although this medical skill might not be used much now, having multiple skills is never a bad thing.

Having an additional skill certainly can't hurt.

After all, he was definitely planning to take the route of minimally invasive procedures in the future. Having mastered the Advanced Medical Skill in advance, he would be able to build a strong foundation and make rapid progress when the time came.

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Days passed by one after another.

Zhou Can never mentioned working overtime with Doctor Fu again. A person must have some pride.

He appeared humble and gentle, but in his bones, he was very resolute, full of steely pride.

Doctor Fu was an honest guy with a good heart.

But because of a few rumors, he was quick to distance himself from Zhou Can. Such a person, at heart, is very selfish and not worth befriending.

Someone like Dr. Xu, on the other hand, who dared to go to the Medical Department silently and to the hospital office to seek justice for Zhou Can, seemed a bit simple and foolish, but he was truly sincere and a man of passion.

He, in contrast, was worth making friends with.

Zhou Can did not blame Doctor Fu; everyone has the right to choose how to live their own life.

It's unrealistic to expect everyone to center around him and make sacrifices for him.

That's just not how the world works.

Avoiding harm and seeking benefit is a survival instinct ingrained in humans through millions of years of evolution.

However, if Doctor Fu ever finds himself in trouble in the future, Zhou Can wouldn't stand up for him.

But if Dr. Xu were in trouble, Zhou Can would help him out, even if it meant ruining his own future.

It's reciprocal.

If others are good to him, he will reciprocate. If they aren't, he won't interfere in their affairs.

These days, Zhou Can spent his life simply, commuting between the operating room and his apartment.

His medical skills were steadily improving in all aspects.

It's a pity that he must have a full year of work experience before he can take the licensing exam.

Otherwise, if he got his license and became a practicing physician, his status would change from Medical Officer to Physician. He would be able to do more and advance faster.

For now, he was silently improving his surgical abilities.

He was also deliberately getting closer to a few more approachable doctors in the Emergency Department.

Laying the groundwork to earn Pathological Diagnosis Experience Points.

At present, he had the ability to perform most Level 1 surgeries and some Level 2 surgeries on his own.

Dr. Xu was also consciously increasing the number of Level 2 surgeries for him and reducing Level 1 surgeries.

Compared with Zhou Can, Jin Mingxi seemed quite inferior.

Yesterday, perhaps on a whim and unable to resist Jin Mingxi's repeated requests, Dr. Xu arranged for Jin Mingxi to separate the mesentery from the intestines in a Level 2 appendectomy.

Maybe because Zhou Can had recently successfully completed more than a dozen appendectomy surgeries.

He had always done well.

Dr. Xu thought that with Jin Mingxi's over ten years of work experience and being a very steady person, his performance should not be too far off from Zhou Can's.

That was why he agreed to give Jin Mingxi a chance to practice.

But somehow, Jin Mingxi messed up.

During the separation, he accidentally made a small cut in the patient's intestine.

Fortunately, the cut wasn't deep and did not cause perforation of the intestines.

However, it frightened Dr. Xu into a cold sweat. His face turned pale on the spot.

He quickly called a halt to the procedure and gave Jin Mingxi a severe scolding.

His roar was as loud as thunder.

This was the angriest Zhou Can had seen Dr. Xu since he started following him.

He was like an enraged lion, scolding everyone until no one dared to breathe.

At 35 years old, Jin Mingxi simply hung his head, not daring to utter a word.

That day, the atmosphere in the operating room remained particularly oppressive until work ended.

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In any operating room, the mood of the chief surgeon is the barometer of the room's atmosphere.

If the chief surgeon is in a bad mood, no matter how favored you are, it's best to keep quiet. Just do your job, and be even more careful than usual.

Otherwise, you can easily end up being scolded by the chief surgeon, your dignity shattered.